Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator : M.N 1391
Chapter: 35
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Hwang the prosecutor tried desperately to coax Kyung-wan.
“Don’t do this! You’ve only had your first trial, right? If you quietly turn the car around here, I’ll personally make sure your sentence is reduced in the second trial! I know a judge bro!”
But Kyung-wan wasn’t stupid.
“Ayy~. You expect me to trust people who’d kill a prosecutor just to protect a 40-billion-won paper company?”
And then he looked at Prosecutor Hwang and said:
“And I’m also someone who eats government food like you, sir.”
“Look forward! Look forward!”
BEEEEEPPPP!
The horn blared from a nearby car enraged by Kyung-wan’s shitty driving, but he ignored it and continued talking.
“I should at least pay back the tax money I’ve eaten.”
“I get it so look forward you little brat~!”
[One hundred meters ahead. Speed-bump zone.]
VROOOOM!
At the navigation alert, Kyung-wan pressed the accelerator. Then he turned his head briefly to show Prosecutor Hwang his sneaky smirk, like he was teasing him, and flapped his lips:
“Oh my~! Prosecutor Hwang, looks like you’re getting an extra fine? Let’s go all the way to license suspension!”
“You little bastard who doesn’t even know the law! YOU’RE the one driving!”
“Oh, really? I don’t have a driver’s license, so I thought the person in the passenger seat carried some responsibility too?”
Hwang didn’t know about the bullshit at the end, but the words at the beginning hit him squarely in the head.
“Y-you! You don’t have a driver’s license?!”
“Nope.”
“Y-you’ve at least been to a driving school, right?!”
“Nope?”
“T-then you’ve at least driven before?!”
“This is the first time in this lifetime I’ve ever touched a steering wheel?”
It was absolutely not a lie.
“Y-you, then how the hell are you driving?!”
As the pale Hwang asked, Kyung-wan tilted his head and answered:
“Just… well?”
“You braaaaat! Hey! Put my seatbelt on quickly!”
When Hwang practically shrieked in a seizure-like panic, Kyung-wan nodded and, holding the steering wheel with one hand, twisted his upper body to grab the passenger seatbelt. Hwang had a meltdown.
“Car! Car! Car! Do it after stopping the car!”
“Ugh. You’ve got so many demands. Forget it. I’m offended.”
“That’s your problem right now?!”
“It’s a problem for me.”
While the two bickered their way toward Yeouido, a ringtone suddenly went off somewhere.
Following the sound, Kyung-wan rummaged through Prosecutor Hwang’s chest area and found the phone showing an incoming call from Deputy Chief Yoon Geun-hwan.
“Yoon Geun-hwan, Deputy Chief? Who’s that?”
“...”
“Oh! Someone involved in this case, right? Maybe the one who threw this little cleanup task at Prosecutor Hwang here?”
“...”
“Guess I’m right.”
Sharp bastard… Is he guessing everything now without even grabbing their hands?
Kyung-wan accepted the call. At this point, the prison had probably already reported that Prosecutor Hwang had been taken hostage by an inmate, so answering didn’t matter.
[Prosecutor Hwang! Where are you!]
“Hello, Deputy Chief Yoon.”
[… Who are you?]
Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Deputy Chief Yoon asked in a sunken tone. Kyung-wan asked back:
“You haven’t received the report yet?”
[What report?]
“The report that Prosecutor Hwang got kidnapped.”
[.. Was it you? You dare kidnap a prosecutor?]
“Ayy~. There are people who dare disguise a murder as a car accident to kill a prosecutor, and you’re upset over a little kidnapping?”
[You.. who are you?]
“You know. You’re the one who sent Prosecutor Hwang to check whether you should silence me or not, right?”
[.. Is Prosecutor Hwang next to you?]
“It’s on speaker, he hears you well.”
[Seok-chil you son of a… Haah… What do you want?]
Barely suppressing his curses, Deputy Chief Yoon tried to negotiate. Kyung-wan answered:
“Who are you?”
[What?]
“Were you the one who killed Prosecutor Kim?”
[It’s under investigation.]
“But you already know, don’t you?”
[That’s impossible. Why would I kill one of my own?]
“True, an organization that protects its own worse than the mafia would never touch one of their own. Then why try to bury it?”
[There are complicated circumstances you wouldn’t understand.]
“I don’t know, but Congressman Yang Seung-tae probably does, right?”
[How do you know that name, ]
Kyung-wan hung up without listening any further. Deputy Chief Yoon called repeatedly, but Kyung-wan kept rejecting every attempt.
“Damn it! Prosecutor Hwang, what’s this pattern?”
Hwang didn’t want to tell him, but when Kyung-wan began pressing and releasing the accelerator, pressing and releasing, over and over, jerking their bodies violently forward and back, Hwang ended up explaining. The man looked like he was about to grab the phone instead of the steering wheel. While still pressing the accelerator.
Only after blocking Deputy Chief Yoon’s number did Kyung-wan settle down and drive quietly.
“Prosecutor Hwang, hungry? Want to nap?”
Humming a weird parody of “Always food~, always food~”, Kyung-wan suddenly asked. Mentally exhausted, Hwang didn’t respond.
What did hunger have to do with taking a nap?
He didn’t answer, and Kyung-wan suddenly swung his hand and struck Hwang’s carotid artery.
“Ghk!”
His vision went dark as Hwang Seok-chil lost consciousness. When he woke up, the scenery had changed completely.
Cars running down a wide boulevard, tall buildings along the road edges. Clearly downtown Seoul.
“Sleep well?”
[.. A prosecutor being kidnapped… an unprecedented incident…]
Kyung-wan’s voice overlapped with the breaking news from the car radio. Hwang looked at him, eyes widening, because Kyung-wan was no longer wearing a prison uniform. He was suddenly dressed in a perfectly fitted suit.
“Y-you… that…”
“Oh! I used your card a bit. I’m on my way to meet a congressman, so I had to dress properly. It’s fine, right?”
Not fine. Hwang could tell at a glance that it was an expensive suit.
“H-how much was that?”
“I dunno? I don’t bother with price tags. What do you think? Doesn’t it look swag?”
Swag my ass!
If he could move freely, Hwang would’ve punched him in the solar plexus until he vomited.
“You… you knocked me out just to swipe my card, didn’t you?”
Kyung-wan nodded honestly.
“Yep. It’d be a hassle if you tried to run away during shopping. Thanks to you, I had a good meal too.”
“What about the police?”
“Oh, I saw the breaking news. Looks like they couldn’t issue a big wanted alert. That 40-billion-won paper company must’ve been quite a burden.”
Hwang sighed internally and looked around. Strangely, for someone who’d been speeding like a lunatic, Kyung-wan was driving calmly now. What were the police even doing? Car tracking? Phone tracking? Anything?!
As Hwang silently cursed incompetent cops, Kyung-wan pulled over gently toward the roadside.
“Where are we?”
Kyung-wan pointed forward with his chin.
Vehicles queued in a long line, security checking them one by one. Beyond the gate, a field of green lawn, a fountain spraying clear water in the center, and beyond that, an unmistakable building.
It was the National Assembly building.
Frozen at the sight, Hwang watched as Kyung-wan buckled his seatbelt for him, then grabbed the steering wheel. Hwang prayed desperately that his imagination was wrong.
Staring at him with bulging eyes, he pleaded:
“No, right? No no no no no no no?”
Kyung-wan smiled brightly and raised his index finger like a famous TV host.
“Ding-dong-daeng~!”
“You crazy bastard~!”
With Hwang’s scream as background, Kyung-wan slammed the accelerator all the way down. The luxury sedan shot out of the neatly lined car queue and sped across the sidewalk.
A guard who was checking incoming cars turned, stunned, at the rampaging vehicle. The window rolled down and a perfectly normal-looking young man leaned halfway out, smiling brightly and waving.
It was so surreal that the guard saw it in slow motion.
“Hellooo~~! Sorryyy~ for the troub-leeee~~!”
As the youth slid back inside and the car tore across the lawn, scattering grass, the guard froze, denying reality for a moment before snapping out of it and radioing urgently.
“Emergency! Emergency!”
But before the guards could even respond, the runaway car bounced up the stairs and crashed through the front gate. The front gate guards didn’t even try to stop it, they just leapt out of the way.
The car stopped. The culprit stepped out, a pricey suit crisp and perfect as he smoothed back his tousled hair. Luckily, nobody seemed injured. It was during a full session period, so most people were in the main chamber, lowering the chance of casualties.
A guard approached Kyung-wan.
“Who are you!”
“Prosecution.”
Kyung-wan flashed the prosecutor’s badge he’d stolen from Hwang. He’d knocked him out and borrowed a bunch of useful things.
But the guard didn’t buy it. So he’s prosecution? This is the National Assembly! He was the guard of the National Assembly!
“Does being prosecution allow you to do this?!”
“It was urgent. Is Congressman Yang Seung-tae inside?”
“How would I know?!”
“I see. Then take care.”
Kyung-wan tried to slip past the guard toward the main chamber, but the guard blocked him.
“Where do you think you’re going?! And who’s that guy?!”
The guard pointed at Hwang, unconscious in the passenger seat, bleeding.
Indeed, no guard could accept that this madman was a real prosecutor. What kind of prosecutor would do this?!
Seeing suspicion in the guard’s eyes, Kyung-wan clicked his tongue.
“Doesn’t work? Hoi!”
“Kek!”
A sudden chop to the carotid artery. The guard passed out instantly, and Kyung-wan dashed toward the main chamber.
Someone who saw shouted:
“C-catch him!”
Kyung-wan started running, guards chasing after him.
Fortunately, the front gate wasn’t far from the main chamber. Kyung-wan burst through the door and yelled:
“Congressman Yang Seung-tae! Where are you!”
His voice was so loud that everyone in the chamber turned toward him.
He closed the door quickly to keep the guards out and shouted again:
“Creative! Capital! I have something to say about the 40-billion paper comp, ”
“Who are you!!!”
A half-bald man with a reddened face shouted at him. The face matched the photo of Congressman Yang Seung-tae he’d seen online.
Kyung-wan spotted him and strode forward.
“Who are you! Who the hell barges into the main assembly like this?!”
Other lawmakers muttered beside him, but no one grabbed Kyung-wan. His sharp suit and confident stride made him look too official to be ignored.
Ignoring the meaningless noise around him, Kyung-wan walked quickly straight at Congressman Yang.
“Who are you!”
“Grab him!”
Just as Kyung-wan reached arm’s length from Yang, the chamber door burst open and guards flooded in.
Only then did suspicion bloom on Yang’s face.
But it was far too late.
Kyung-wan lunged at him, yanking out the long object tucked behind his back. A sashimi knife wrapped in newspaper.