Chapter 1080: Transactions and Nightclubs

"One billion dollars?" Jiang Zhentai's eyes almost popped out of his head, but he found that Jack and Ma Xidao, who were sitting opposite him, showed no reaction, "You all know?"

"Tell me your plans." Jack could see that Lin Zheling hadn't finished speaking yet.

"I asked colleagues in China to do some private investigation, and then found some clues. That person secretly sent his family to Dongda a week ago. At this time, his wife and two sons were probably heading to Northern Europe. Got on a plane from a certain country.”

Although what he said was a bit cryptic, except for Park Minrong, who was a little confused, everyone else recognized that the person was referring to a certain dignitary who was about to visit the south.

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

And there is no time, the delegation will arrive early the day after tomorrow, so I need it."

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

"At that time, the hotel where the delegation will stay will definitely be thoroughly searched to remove any possible eavesdropping devices. However, I am one of my own and the hero of Zhang Mingjun's capture, so I will not be suspected."

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

"Then what's the benefit to us? When the time comes, you can say that that person is not a traitor and just take Zhang Mingjun back to the north. There's nothing we can do."

When Jack spread his hands, he almost directly stated that there was currently no basis for trust between the two parties.

"One billion dollars belongs to you, as well as Jang Myung-joon's men, including Kim Cheol-soo. I must rule out the possibility of traitors for the country as a priority."

To be honest, Jack has no interest in this kind of transaction. One billion dollars seems like a lot, but it is only for individuals or some poor countries.

Whether it is the United States or South Korea, from a national level, this is really just a small amount of money. After all, an Air Force mug costs US$1,280, and one billion US dollars is not enough to buy a squadron of F35 fighter jets.

Well, in fact, South Korea should still care. After all, the military expenditure paid to the US military stationed in South Korea is only this amount.

But for the money that he couldn't get, Jack was not interested at all. He waved his hand generously and said, "Money is not important. It's better to do this. As long as you guarantee that Zhang Mingjun will not live for more than a year no matter what the circumstances, I agree to cooperate with you.

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

I will not let go of those VX poisons or those who can produce them. "

"Deal!" A sharp look flashed in Lin Zheling's eyes, 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 who were killed by him."

"Hey." Jiang Zhentai, who had just finished calculating how many zeros in Korean won equaled one billion U.S. dollars, looked confused when he saw the two holding hands.

"We don't even have any clues about Zhang Mingjun's whereabouts now. Isn't it too early for you to tell me?"

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

"It has been clearly investigated that the money is in the hands of a second-generation chaebol named Michael Qiao. Zhang Mingjun will meet him at the nightclub under his name tomorrow night."

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

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

"I'm going to apply for a search warrant right now." Jiang Zhentai said and was about to touch his cell phone, but froze in his pocket under the eyes of everyone waiting to see the fool.

Then he suddenly realized and slapped himself on the forehead, "Ah, by the way, you mean to hide it from the higher ups, right? Then the rest of us will have to find a way to sneak in, haha, haha."

Pu Minrong patted him on the shoulder, with disdain written all over his pretty face, "Hey, brother-in-law, you didn't go to the nightclub, did you? VIPs play in the private rooms, there's no point in sneaking in, you can't even see anyone. "

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

Even Stanley, who had never spoken and relied entirely on Jack to quietly translate at the same time, nodded in unison with everyone.

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The next night, a group of people gathered in the parking lot not far from the "Chroma" nightclub in Cheongdam-dong.

Jiang Zhentai, who was dressed like a waiter in a white shirt, a black vest, and a small bow tie, looked left and right, questioning his soul.

"Hey, why are you all disguised as guests and walking through the front door, while I can only sneak in through the back door dressed like this?"

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

"Please, even if you wear formal clothes, you will be stopped by security. How can a middle-aged man come here and only a young man like this go to a nightclub?"

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

Beside Jack was Anna, whose identity was "mysterious". When the latter's aura was on, the red carpet at the entrance of the nightclub was 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 with his chest puffed out, and 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 choked and speechless.

"Zhang Mingjun and his people are wanted, and they may not necessarily go through the front door, so your mission is also very important." Jack patted his shoulder to comfort him.

Stanley was a little worried, and after holding it in for a long time, he couldn't help but ask Jack in English.

"I have a question. Is it really okay 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 just need to surround this place directly."

"What about after the encirclement? When the military directly dispatched to block the explosion factory, it had already aroused the vigilance of the Korean side, and we cannot guarantee whether Zhang Mingjun will bring a small amount of VX with him.

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

Stanley looked at the long line at the door of the nightclub, imagined the miserable situation at that time, and swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

"Come on, Doctor, if there is any accident, it all depends on you." Jack patted the body of the Suburban and said.

According to their previous discussion, Stanley was responsible for staying behind, and the compartment of the Suburban was filled with a large bucket of prepared neutralizer and a set of spraying equipment.

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?