South Korea.
Seoul.
Supre Prosecutor’s Office.
"Bang."
A file was thrown in front of Park Yong-woo.
"Speak."
"Speak what?"
"Illegal trade in police equipnt, what else is there to say?"
"..."
Park Yong-woo.
The current head of the equipnt managent departnt at the prosecutor’s office, he was bewildered when arrested this morning, stemming from last night’s fight. Those pieces of equipnt were his ’private collection’ over the years.
Unexpectedly.
Who knew how these people stole from his ’collection’ and used them for criminal activities? Initially, it was personal collection, but they used them, making it hard not to be accused of illegal trade.
These all have serial numbers; they were equipnt he ’disposed of’ under his authority.
With an investigation.
He was exposed.
Damn it.
What on earth is this?
"I didn’t sell them."
"Then where did they get them?"
"..."
This is just a part of it.
If his entire collection were exposed, things acquired from other channels would also be revealed.
Admitting.
There’s guilt, and it’s not minor.
Not admitting.
But if they discover his collection, his charges would be greater. It’s truly perplexing; the incident happened too abruptly, leaving him no ti to think of a reason. What should he say?
He has a conglorate background.
He’s not too afraid, as long as the reason holds.
"Thinking of a reason?"
Just at that mont.
He saw the ’celebrity prosecutor’ walk in.
"No, I’m not."
How could he admit it?
Seeing this ’colleague’, Park Yong-woo’s lips twitched. Although they worked in the sa unit, they were on opposing sides. Thinking of this person’s reputation made him slightly apprehensive.
The prosecutor sat in front of him.
Stared at him for a full minute.
Park Yong-woo gathered his courage to et his gaze. At this ti, he must not show fear, and his expression couldn’t falter. These were micro-expression experts; a single glance could an losing ground.
Hmph.
After working so many years.
It’s impossible to be intimidated by just a look.
"Do you recognize this?"
As he spoke.
The prosecutor placed an object on the table.
"Hmm?"
When Park Yong-woo got a clear look, he panicked instantly, like a deflated balloon, unable to maintain a calm expression, as he stood up in shock, knocking the chair over.
This composure.
Made the recorder beside shake their head, smirking.
Tsk.
"Seems like you recognize it." The prosecutor smiled.
"I don’t recognize it."
Park Yong-woo hurriedly denied.
In truth.
He’s in a panic, the object is a simple music box. In fact, it really is a music box, but it was sothing he customized during a business trip years ago.
Only one exists.
No duplicates.
Placed in his collection.
It can’t be mistaken.
"Really?"
The prosecutor opened the music box, wound it up, and the familiar sound played.
"Gulp."
Cold sweat poured off Park Yong-woo.
"Rember now?" the prosecutor asked again.
"I... I..."
Park Yong-woo looked at the music box in fear and then at the ’famous prosecutor’ in front of him in terror. At this mont, he understood the fear experienced by those this man sent to prison.
Too frightening.
"Want to reduce your sentence by making a contribution?" the prosecutor said.
Upon hearing this.
Park Yong-woo took a deep breath.
Looked at the prosecutor for a minute, then nodded. With the collection discovered, lifelong imprisonnt was inevitable. The conglorate wouldn’t save him; they couldn’t even protect themselves in this situation.
At this mont.
He once again felt.
How those captured by this prosecutor would ’pull their companions down’ to make contributions. Loyalty? The information they had might be more than he imagined.
He didn’t dare bite the conglorate’s direct line.
But others.
Couldn’t bla him.
As for how the music box got there, he quickly imagined it. Lee Joon-seok and others found his collection, stole so weapons, and then the prosecutor traced the surveillance to locate the area.
Tracing the clue.
Visiting.
Yes.
Must be like this.
Twenty minutes later.
Under subordinates’ gawking eyes, he finished the interrogation.
...
With evidence in hand.
The prosecutor went to his superior’s office.
"What?"
The superior was shocked.
When you first arrested, you didn’t ntion the music box. Park Yong-woo was considered his man, though he committed an offense, it shouldn’t have been too serious. He was contemplating a replacent.
But seeing this.
Wow.
So much hidden, so items even illegal. After reading the records, he felt like throwing up blood. Now, it wasn’t just a personnel issue; it was a whole bunch.
Among them.
Half were his people.
Gosh.
Did you have to implicate so many indiscriminately?
But after seeing the collection’s contents, he kind of understood. Look at what you’ve done, even explosives, grenades, things our office doesn’t even have.
Geez.
Crazy.
What were you doing?
To have soone like this among his subordinates.
"We just found out, you were in a eting, didn’t want to disturb." The prosecutor replied.
"..."
Not wanting to disturb.
Isn’t it more like you didn’t want to let know earlier?
If he knew.
He wouldn’t have let this person handle the interrogation. Needed to prevent Park Yong-woo from going berserk, now, it’s too late to stop, the person already wrecked many of his plans.
"These people are severely violating discipline, please approve their imdiate arrest."
"..."
After a while.
The superior sighed.
"Okay."
Even if unwilling.
He still signed the arrest warrant.
No choice.
Though superior to this person, at such a critical mont, he couldn’t afford to be caught out. In the past year, more than a dozen top officials in the Seoul Supre Prosecutor’s Office had fallen, many watching.
Fortunately, these people weren’t direct lines of the conglorate, otherwise he would have had a bigger headache.
Forget it.
Just replace them.
...
Seoul.
Gangnam District.
Inside a villa.
"What? Park Yong-woo was arrested?"
A man just got up and heard such ’bad news’. Park Yong-woo was from his family, though not a direct line, he was still on his side, yet he was taken down without his knowledge.
"Yes, done by that prosecutor."
"Him again."
The man gritted his teeth, his brother had been sent in by this man.
"What’s the reason?"
"Heard soone stole from one of Park Yong-woo’s collection vaults, filled with weapons and equipnt he acquired over the years. A massive amount, used by several robbers for a cri, who were shot dead last night at the scene."
"..."
That luck.
Is quite unlucky.
He knew Park Yong-woo had this hobby, but it wasn’t significant. Unexpectedly, it was exposed like this.
At this mont.
His father hurried in.
"Father."
The man greeted respectfully, not knowing why his father ca.
"You’ve heard about Park Yong-woo, right?"
"Yes."
"It’s not that simple, that prosecutor is terrifying." His father showed a hint of fear on his face as he spoke.
"What happened?" The man asked puzzled.
"The five people who used those weapons to commit murder last night were the ones lined up to kill that prosecutor yesterday, and the one killed was their boss, Park Yong-woo got involved."
"What? Was this the prosecutor’s setup?"
"Now sothing new has happened, soone Park Yong-woo nad pulled the planner from the Supre Prosecutor’s Office into the situation, that person is completely finished."
"..."
The man’s mouth dropped open.
Is this the prosecutor’s counterattack?
Truly terrifying.
No evidence for the dead.
And he couldn’t find any adverse evidence against the prosecutor, a single move stunned a large group of people.
"What should we do?"
"You should go abroad first, I suspect so people might go crazy."
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