The cold air filled his lungs.
Cold.
So cold.
His heart was so chilled that his hands trembled slightly, not because this departnt was scary—after all, they didn’t ddle in ordinary affairs. As long as you had no dealings with the Intelligence Bureau, there was nothing to fear.
Just like regular people.
Live honestly.
No guilt in the heart.
And not involved in national security.
Then you didn’t have to fear the Intelligence Departnt or worry about being approached one day.
However.
Once you offended within their jurisdiction, it was nerve-wracking. His heart chilled because the contents of this blue notebook involved so much that if it blew up, it could be catastrophic.
His superior’s throat moved slightly.
"Is this necessary?"
"According to the rules, incidents involving national security must be reported and handed over by the Prosecutor’s Office. I understand what you’re afraid of, but for the Prosecutor’s Office, I believe we can’t cover this fire."
The prosecutor replied.
Simplifying the point.
---Passing the buck.
Sending off this hot iron, keeping it could lead to unpredictable consequences.
To this.
His superior understood imdiately. Indeed, if it truly involved so national security incidents, the Prosecutor’s Office would burn itself by holding onto it, but sending it out would offend others.
He was going crazy.
Whether he acted or not, there was trouble.
If he had known sooner.
He would never have gleefully taken this position. Damn it, anyone who wants it can take it.
But when faced with the situation.
Escape wasn’t an option.
"So, to send it out?" His superior softly sought opinions, this person in front of him was annoying but decisive.
"Of course."
"Should we make a backup?"
"Best not to."
"Alright."
His superior gritted his teeth and decided to go for a complete hand-off. Probably the Intelligence Bureau would resent him this ti, if it involved too much, they’d also be in chaos.
So be it.
You’ve watched the show long enough.
Now you can take a part.
We are tired.
As for how many people involved inside, whether it includes his own conglorate backers, he can only say he will try his best. Involving national security is a colossal trouble, he must protect himself first.
Luckily, there’s one night left.
To let those conglorates prepare.
"I’ll contact the Intelligence Bureau tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Protect it well."
"I’m not going ho tonight, I’ll lead the team to protect the evidence." The prosecutor nodded.
"..."
You really give it your all.
Alright.
Rubbing his aching head, his superior clocked out for the second ti today.
...
"What? Reporting to the Intelligence Bureau?"
Quickly.
The ssage was spread out, behind the conglorate’s helm.
"Yes."
"What’s in there exactly?"
"I... I didn’t dare look too much it’s text encrypted, for now only Prosecutor Jae-yong knows." Knowing too much ans more trouble, he’d rather plead ignorance.
At least.
Not from the notebook.
"..."
The other side was fuming.
But he couldn’t say much, before this they thought it was just ’normal evidence,’ expecting it to disappear after Jeong Do-won’s death, hoping outsiders wouldn’t know.
The original plan.
Was to replace or destroy it after Jeong Do-won’s death.
Unexpectedly.
It turned out to be so substantial, about to drag in the National Intelligence Service of the Republic of Korea, now he urgently wanted to know the content, "Can you get the notebook’s content in advance?"
"Prosecutor Jae-yong is personally guarding it, and the Seoul Supre Prosecutor’s Office won’t make a backup."
"Got it."
After speaking.
The other side hung up.
No backups.
That makes things easier.
...
The next day.
Early morning.
After the eting, dismissing dozens of people, the Intelligence Bureau personnel arrived, handing over with a stamped transfer order.
"This is the notebook and the deciphering rules."
"Oh?"
The newcor comnted in wondernt, having long heard of this prosecutor, noting his remarkable talents but having a slight disdain for their Intelligence Bureau, considering we’re the encryption masters.
But since it’s good intentions.
We’ll accept..not.
Before coming.
They were aware of this blue notebook event, being the party receiving the pass-off, their mood couldn’t be pleasant, hoping the content wouldn’t be too ’excessive’.
Otherwise, hearts wouldn’t handle it.
"Regarding the notebook’s content, before confirmation, please don’t leak externally," the newcor advised.
"Understood."
After speaking.
No nonsense.
The Intelligence Bureau personnel turned and left.
Back to the car.
"Got the stuff."
"Did you look at it?"
"No."
How dare he look, formal handover, surely it’s not fake. Since everyone in the car is his people, he dared to make the call.
"Hmm."
End of communication.
Hmm signified proceeding as planned, the conglorates’ influence is substantial, yet not as strong within the Intelligence Bureau, still holding pivotal positions at crucial points.
Critical tis.
This proved useful.
He retrieved a similar blue notebook from the briefcase compartnt, its contents based on prior interrogation of Jeong Do-won incorporating ’anti-peeking’ asures and a deciphering thod.
Contents starkly different.
Very little on conglorates.
Of course.
Still, so material exists, albeit minor, otherwise it would be peculiar—after advising the prosecutor not to speak rashly and with the Intelligence Bureau’s confidentiality, what’s inside remained unchanged.
Unlocking the portable safe.
Swapping with the fake.
Perfect.
Then.
He lifted the cushion, placing the real piece under it, only responsible for changing it, others would retrieve it by noon, the real one reaching the hands behind the scenes.
After twenty minutes.
Headquarters.
He personally handed it over, several stood beside the evidence officer, assuming they were protecting the evidence.
"Is this what you got from the Supre Prosecutor’s Office?"
"Yes."
"Click."
A pair of cold handcuffs left him helpless.
"What’s the aning of this?"
"You should know, take him away."
Then.
Around the corner.
He saw soone entering with a black bag—where he placed it under the cushion just now. At that mont, he realized he had been betrayed, but couldn’t identify who, yet.
Damn.
Which step went wrong?
...
Shanghai Stock Market.
Upon seeing this.
Tang Qing smiled and shook his head.
Originally.
This pit wasn’t that big, the content in Jeong Do-won’s notebook extensive, with far-reaching implications but could end up as major thunder with small rain due to hearsay.
Without evidence.
With several maneuvers, this would truly beco his imagination, ultimately ’being’ destroyed, filling few people.
However.
Jeong Do-won died.
Creating a possibility—no one knew how much Jeong Do-won recorded inside. On closer inspection, it wasn’t a delivered ’shovel,’ why not dig the pit deeper.
Exactly.
The current version.
Has been optimized and extended.
Besides Jeong Do-won and Fighter, no one else saw the notebook’s entire content, nor were there backups, so a three-ter deep pit was turned into ten by Fighter.
This ant.
To fill this pit.
More people were needed to fill it, only then events would cease. Fortunately, the Korean Congress’ vote on conglorate anti-monopoly split was nearing, leveraging this, success rate improved significantly.
From ninety percent...to ninety-five percent.
The remaining five.
Expressed awe towards destiny.
Complete and deficient.
Being too brazen is undesirable.
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