The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1080: Trading and Nightclubs
"One billion dollars?" Jiang Zhentai's eyes almost popped out, but he found that Jack and Ma Xidao, who were sitting opposite him, had no reaction. "You all know?"

"Tell me about your plan." Jack saw that Lin Zheling had not finished speaking.

"I asked my colleagues in China to do some private investigations, and found some clues. The man secretly sent his family to the University of Tokyo a week ago. At this time, his wife and two sons are likely on a plane to a country in Northern Europe."

Although what he said was a little obscure, except for Park Min-young who was a little confused, everyone else could hear that the man was referring to a certain important official who was about to visit the South.

"But now there is no evidence. I am just a lieutenant colonel. The only result of suspecting anyone at random is that I will be recalled to the country for investigation.

And there won’t be enough time, the delegation will arrive the day after tomorrow morning, so I need to.”

"You need Zhang Mingjun to be alive. Do you want the two sides to confront each other?" Jack was a little surprised. This guy didn't seem so naive before.

"The hotel where the delegation is staying will certainly be searched thoroughly to remove any possible eavesdropping devices, but I am one of them and I am the hero who captured Zhang Mingjun, so I will not be suspected."

Lin Zheling told his plan, and this time there was a rare look of pleading in his usually proud eyes.

"Then what good will it do us? If you say that man is not a traitor and take Zhang Mingjun back to the north, we will have no way to stop him."

Jack spread his hands, almost saying that there was no basis for trust between the two parties at the moment.

"The ten billion dollars belongs to you, as well as Zhang Mingjun's men, including Jin Zhexiu. I must prioritize eliminating the possibility of traitors for the country."

To be honest, Jack had no interest in this kind of deal. One billion dollars seemed like a lot, but that was only for an individual or some poor countries.

Whether it is the United States or South Korea, from a national perspective, this is really just a small amount of money. After all, an Air Force mug costs $1280, and one billion dollars is not enough to buy a squadron of F35 fighter jets.

Well, actually South Korea should still care about it. After all, the military expenditure paid to the US troops stationed in South Korea is just this amount.

But Jack had no interest in the money that would not reach his hands. He waved his hand generously and said, "The money is not important. How about this, as long as you guarantee that Zhang Mingjun will not survive for more than a year under any circumstances, I will agree to cooperate with you.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you have to cooperate with our actions. I will install a bug on you and monitor it personally. If it is confirmed to be correct, you will deal with your traitor and I will deal with Zhang Mingjun personally.

I will not let go of either the VX agent or the people who were able to produce it."

"Deal!" Lin Zheling's eyes flashed with sternness, and he decisively extended his hand to Jack. "Even if Zhang Mingjun is not sentenced to death, I will find a way to send him to meet the innocent souls he killed."

"Hey." Jiang Zhentai, who had just finished calculating how many zeros in Korean won were equal to one billion US dollars, was confused when he saw the two men shaking hands.

"We don't even have any clues about where Zhang Mingjun is. Isn't it too early for you to say anything now?"

Hearing this, Ma Xidao, who had been listening to the two people talking about "business" with great interest, put down the wine glass in his hand with a "dun", reached into his pocket, took out a business card and threw it to Jiang Zhentai.

"We have already investigated clearly. The money is in the hands of a second-generation tycoon named Michael Joe. Zhang Mingjun will meet him at the nightclub under his name tomorrow night."

Jiang Zhentai took the business card in a panic and found that it was a nightclub called "Chroma".

Park Min-young, who was sitting next to him, also leaned over and said meaningfully when he saw the name of the nightclub, "It's 'Chroma'."

"I'll apply for a search warrant right now." Jiang Zhentai was about to reach for his phone, but his phone froze in his pocket as everyone looked at him like an idiot. Then he slapped his forehead as if he had suddenly realized something, "Oh, right, you mean you want to hide this from the higher-ups, right? Then we can only find a way to sneak in, haha, haha."

Park Min-young patted his shoulder, her pretty face full of contempt, "Hey, brother-in-law, you've never been to a nightclub, have you? VIPs play in the private rooms, it's useless for you to sneak in, you can't even see anyone."

"Eh? Is that so?" Jiang Zhentai looked at everyone.

Everyone, including Stanley, who had remained silent the entire time and relied entirely on Jack's whispered simultaneous interpretation, nodded in unison.
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The next night, a group of people gathered in a parking lot not far from the "Chroma" nightclub in Cheongdam-dong.

Dressed like a waiter in a white shirt, black vest and a small bow tie, Jiang Zhentai looked left and right and raised soul-searching questions.

"Hey, why do you all disguise yourself as guests and go through the front door, but I can only dress like this and sneak in through the back door?"

Park Min-young, wearing a beige long coat, affectionately hugged Lin Zheling, who was also wearing a high-end suit, and winked at her brother-in-law.

"Come on, even if you put on formal clothes you will be stopped by security, right? How can a middle-aged uncle come to a nightclub when only young people like this would go there?"

Jiang Zhentai's eyes swept over the people in front of him one by one. Although his sister-in-law was a parasite, her appearance and figure were definitely impressive. Standing together with Lin Zheling, they were a model of handsome man and beautiful woman.

Next to Jack is Anna, whose identity is "mysterious". Once the latter's aura opens up, the red carpet at the entrance of the nightclub is no longer an ordinary welcoming red carpet, but a T-stage specially prepared for her.

Seeing that his eyes finally fell on him, Ma Xidao snorted in dissatisfaction, stood up straight and stood behind Jack and Anna. His chubby face trembled a little, and he responded to his doubts in a muffled voice, "Is it not okay for me to be a bodyguard?"

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Jiang Zhentai was so choked that he couldn't speak.

"Zhang Mingjun and his people are wanted, so they may not come through the main gate, so your mission is also very important." Jack patted his shoulder and comforted him.

Stanley was a little worried. After holding it in for a long time, he finally couldn't help but asked Jack in English.

"I have a question. Are there really no problems with these few people now? Although our FBI is short of manpower locally, we can ask the military to send people to help.

Once we find that Zhang, we can just surround this place."

"What happens after the siege? When the military directly dispatched to block the explosion factory, it had already aroused the vigilance of the South Korean side, and we cannot guarantee that Zhang Mingjun will not show up with a small amount of VX agent.

What if that guy finds there is no way to escape and uses poison to create chaos in a room with nearly a thousand people gathered, what should we do? "Jack asked with a smile.

Stanley looked at the long line outside the nightclub, imagined the tragic scene there, and swallowed subconsciously.

"Come on, Doc. If anything happens, it will all depend on you." Jack patted the body of the Suburban and said.

According to their previous discussion, Stanley was responsible for staying behind, and the Subaru's carriage was filled with a large barrel of prepared neutralizer and a spray device.

Although according to the chemical weapons expert's estimate, it would take at least three days to complete the final synthesis steps of VX, who could guarantee that Zhang Mingjun didn't have any pre-prepared samples on hand?
(End of this chapter)