A nightclub was raided due to a drug problem, and the internal surveillance naturally fell into the hands of the South Korean police.
The next morning, when Jack flew the wanted criminal team to the office of the Regional Investigation Team next to the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Ma Xidao and several colleagues were huddled over a computer screen, watching the surveillance footage.
"The quality is terrible! I can't even make out faces," Ma Xidao complained, then looked up and saw Jack, raising his hand to greet him.
"Hey, go get the customer some tea. Use the finest imported Chinese tea." He called a subordinate to bring Jack tea and personally brought him a chair.
Jack didn't hesitate, sitting down at an empty desk. "Any results?"
Ma Xidao slapped a wanted poster on the table. "At least Prosecutor Kim has authorized further investigation."
Jack picked up the wanted poster, which read "Wanted for drug smuggling, trafficking, and murder suspect." There was no name or identity, only a sketch based on the surveillance footage.
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with confusion. "So we can catch someone in South Korea this way?"
"Hey, this country has tens of millions of people, how can we catch them like this?" Ma Xidao scratched his head slightly irritably and beckoned to another underling. "You, go bring the nightclub owner here."
The underling nodded respectfully and walked out.
Jack took the opportunity to survey the office. It was an ordinary room, less than 100 square meters, filled with open desks and a security camera mounted on one of the supporting columns.
It looked not much different from an ordinary police station in China, even the decor was similar.
The office doors were glass doors that could be seen through from the outside, with a blue striped sticker in the middle. If the Korean letters had been replaced with Chinese, it would have been seamless.
Soon, the nightclub owner, now free of handcuffs, was escorted into the office with a swift gait. He sat down in front of Ma Xidao with a casual attitude. His neck still bore the red marks from where he'd grabbed the back of his collar the night before.
"Hey, I'm asking you again. Do you know this guy?" Ma Xidao shoved the wanted poster in front of him impatiently, his brow furrowed.
"Your employee said he got all the drugs from this guy. If you don't tell the truth, you'll get a beating, you know?"
After a long silence, the nightclub owner finally raised his head, shook his hair, and let out a long breath through his nose. "It's not that I won't tell
you, it's that I really don't know." As he spoke, his voice suddenly became louder. Koreans usually talk like they're arguing, but when they speak louder, their attitude changes.
"Some bad employees are secretly running an illegal drug operation without telling their boss. Where can I go to seek justice, don't you think?"
Ma Xidao instinctively raised his arm, and the onlookers suddenly became nervous. One of them winked at him, indicating that the office surveillance was facing them.
Jack secretly suppressed a laugh, watching Ma Xidao clench and unclench his fists several times, but finally swallowed his anger.
On the other side, the attitude of the nightclub owner suddenly became more and more arrogant, and even Asiba said, "Can you police officers in the Republic of Korea just arrest innocent people for interrogation?"
He also threatened that I would be beaten, isn't this a torture to extract a confession? That's why the people will scold you one by one! "
With his mouthful of Asiba, even Captain Jang Tae-so, who had been busy at his desk, got up and walked over, holding his arms and watching the performance with a smile.
The guy became more and more energetic as he spoke, and when he saw a detective brother serving tea to Jack, he subconsciously licked his lips and glared at the other party.
"Hey, you, go get me a cup of coffee. Are you only good at groveling before foreigners? Your own people are the foundation, you bastard!"
"Huh?" The detective was stunned, pointed at himself, and looked at his colleagues next to him, "Me?"
Captain Zhang Taizhu laughed out loud, "Yeah, that's right, I'm talking about you."
The other police officers also laughed, and some even pointed their fingers at the nightclub owner, "This guy is really not afraid of death."
Ma Xidao couldn't help but look at the pillar where the surveillance camera was installed again. Now Captain Zhang Taizhu became nervous, "Hey, hey, hey, I warned you before, if you block the camera again, you will be punished by the higher-ups."
"What camera?" Jack stood up with the teacup in his hand, walked under the pillar with curiosity, reached out and pulled gently, and the power cord and plug of the surveillance camera were directly unplugged by him.
"Why do you Korean police have this installed in their offices? Police are also citizens, and their privacy rights need to be protected as well."
"Snap!"
"Plop!"
"Don't mess around. This isn't your American FBI. We have rules and regulations!" Captain Jang Tae-soo quickly stepped forward and snatched the power cord from Jack's hand. He turned in surprise in the direction of the sound.
The nightclub owner, twitching, collapsed onto a nearby desk, his face etched with a dramatic slap mark.
"Hey, how can you be so careless? Is the chair broken? Help him up!" Captain Jang Tae-soo waved repeatedly at the onlookers. This guy was a true acting talent.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"Are you okay, uncle? Cheer up. How could you fall asleep so suddenly?"
"Help him up, help him up. Did you have a stroke?"
"Hey, what a hassle." Captain Jang Tae-soo, far shorter than Jack, struggled to move a chair and, standing on it, replugged the surveillance camera.
"My fault, my fault. I'm fine. I'm fine." The nightclub owner, who was being hurriedly helped back to his seat by the police, couldn't help but slump down, clasping his hands together and apologizing profusely.
"Sit down," Ma Xidao impatiently grabbed his shirt and straightened him in his chair.
"I was wrong!" The nightclub owner lowered his head, nearly banging his forehead on the desk between them.
Ma Xidao waved his hand magnanimously, "Then let's start over and explain the situation."
"This guy is our VIP guest who comes every week," the nightclub owner said, his voice firm and powerful, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
"He's always so generous, so I turned a blind eye and pretended not to see him taking a drunk girl out of the karaoke. I was wrong. I'm so sorry!"
"Go on," Ma Xidao said seriously, taking out a pen and paper to write down.
The nightclub owner blinked several times, his expression frozen. "That's all I have to say."
"I think the placement of your surveillance camera is very unreasonable. It needs to be adjusted." Jack reached for the power cord again with a serious look.
"Let me help. Your FBI experience is very useful. I'll find a ladder so we can adjust it slowly." The dramatic captain began to look around, as if there was actually a ladder in the office.
"Wait, wait, please," the nightclub owner screamed like a pig being slaughtered, grabbing Ma Xidao's half-raised arm.
Ma Xidao looked at him coldly, then slowly sat back down. "Then continue?"
"He's with a guy named Guangzhi. They're both Korean-Japanese immigrants. They've been peddling those drugs in our area since last year. It was really because of their generosity that I let them in. We really don't sell drugs in our nightclub. This is the truth, I swear! Oh, and I know there's an upscale bar that does sell them. The owner's last name is Zheng." The nightclub owner was so frightened that tears and snot bubbles came out, and he pulled Ma Xidao's sleeve and cried and begged.
He doesn't sell drugs but knows so much about it. No fool would believe such a thing. However, now is not the time to worry about this. Ma Xidao continued to ask, "Where is that guy now?"
"Either in Gangnam or Incheon. I don't know his exact whereabouts. I have his mobile phone number in my phone." The nightclub owner looked at Ma Xidao eagerly, until he nodded slightly, then he sat back in his chair as if he had been pardoned.
Ma Xidao put the notebook away and stuffed it into his pocket, stood up and waved to the nightclub owner, "OK, take him away, and contact the telecommunications company to find Guangzhi's whereabouts. I'll take care of the bars in Seoul, and who will go to Incheon?"
Captain Zhang Taizhu had no sense of being a leader. After listening to Ma Xidao's arrangements, he quickly volunteered, "I'll take them to Incheon. You and the FBI can handle it here." "
Are you sure?" Ma Xidao looked at his captain who had always been a lazy fish with some surprise, and then looked at Jack, "OK, let's do it."
(End of this chapter)