Han Zong: Starting from the Undercover New World

"Quick, quick!"

Han Dujing ran with all his strength, and his increasingly aggravated breathing made him feel as if his lungs were being burned by a furnace fire.

On the dim street, the sparse lights blocked his sight. The wine bottles scattered on the ground in front of him fell at his feet, making him almost fall to the ground in embarrassment. Fortunately, Han Dujing reacted very quickly, and after a roll Get up immediately and keep running.

Behind him, a dozen men carrying sticks roared and chased him, but Han Dujing just didn't look back. There was a sound behind him, but he only finally stopped after rushing into the crowd on the street.

Turning around and looking back, I saw the people in the shadows holding sticks but not moving forward - the guys who could only show their strength in the dark world finally pointed angrily at Han Dujing and cursed a few times, but did not choose to chase the crowd and commit murder in public. .

Han Dujing breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled like he was surviving the disaster, but this smile did not last long, because a car suddenly stopped beside him, and the door opened. Han Dujing only had time to turn his head. The next moment, two pairs of strong arms He dragged him into the car.

The car door was slammed shut, and some of the passers-by outside the car screamed.

Xiba!

Han Dujing didn't have time to panic, and his body's instincts started to move first. He punched the surroundings fiercely, but faster than him was a rope that tied his neck tightly.

The car started, and the sound of the old van's engine sounded like it was about to burst through his chest, with his heart beating rapidly.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise accompanied by the car's violent deflection.

"You bitch!" Someone yelled angrily and opened the car door, but the next moment, he was greeted by a big hand like a Putian.

That hand was just grabbing the iron rod wielded by the man, but the next moment, he was grabbed directly out of the car - yes, it was like carrying a little chicken.

Ma Xidao threw the thug to the ground and kicked out violently, causing the man to roll on the ground like a shrimp and no longer had the strength to commit the crime.

"superior!"

Someone in the car let out a loud shout.

Ma Xidao did not retreat but advanced.

He stepped into the car with one step, and with just one punch, he knocked a person from the door to the back seat, and closed the door smoothly.

Passers-by took out their mobile phones to call the police or take photos in horror, while the van vibrated violently and swayed quite humorously under the gaze of these people.

When the shaking of the van stopped, Ma Xidao opened the door.

There was a scratch on his leather jacket, and blood stains appeared on his shoulders, but his expression and eyes were still sharp. After looking around, he said loudly.

"Interpol!"

Han Dujing held the door open and sat on the edge of the van, breathing heavily, tremblingly taking out a cigarette, holding it in his mouth, lighting it for a long time, and taking a deep breath.

Ma Xidao turned to look at him: "Is it okay?"

"It's not a big problem." Han Dujing touched his neck. The red rope on it symbolized how close he was to death.

He raised his hand, and a camera appeared in his palm.

"Caught it."

"Okay!" Ma Xidao's eyes shone, but he hesitated and just patted Han Dujing: "As long as you're okay."

Han Dujing grinned.

Soon, sirens swarmed in. Han Dujing just sat by the car and continued to smoke. Ma Xidao was recognized as a minor celebrity in the Seoul police circle. He explained the situation in a carefree manner, and then the police covered the ground. The wailing murderer was handcuffed and pushed into the police car.

Han Dujing stood up with a cigarette in his mouth: "Let's go, time is running out."

"Are you sure you can do it? Otherwise," Ma Xidao said.

"It's come to this point." Han Dujing rubbed his face, unable to hide the bloodshot eyes and fatigue: "Let's go."

Ma Xidao nodded heavily.

He opened his car door and looked distressedly at the dent left by the collision with the van: "I just touched up the paint on the car."

"Just reimburse public expenses." Han Dujing sat in the passenger seat and pulled on his seat belt.

Ma Xidao also lit a cigarette, sat in the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator.

On the way, he occasionally turned to look at Han Dujing. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "Have you encountered anything recently?"

"Me? No." Han Dujing denied it, but after a moment of silence, he whispered: "I was thinking."

"If it's inconvenient, you don't have to tell me." Ma Xidao said considerately. He was always rough on the outside and careful on the inside.

"Yeah." Han Dujing swallowed his words, turned his head and looked out the window.

He thought of the conversation he had with Lin Wei a few days ago.

‘Want to be a prosecutor? ’

Han Dujing threw the cigarette butt out, and after a while, he just closed his eyes tiredly.

he.

think.

The car quickly stopped in front of a villa driven by Ma Xidao.

Ma Xidao opened the car door unhurriedly, climbed onto the roof of the car, took a look inside, then clenched his fists and said, "I should have caught it."

"Contact the prosecutor."

Han Dujing said with eyes closed.

Ma Xidao immediately took out his cell phone, and on the other end of the phone came a somewhat delighted command.

"Let's go and get the final evidence. Support is on the way."

He got out of the car, took out the investigation order from the passenger glove box, clicked his tongue twice, looked at Han Dujing, and without saying a word, started climbing over the wall on one side.

Ma Xidao got off his horse and put his hands on his knees. Han Dujing stepped on with one foot. Ma Xidao easily lifted him over the wall. Han Dujing deftly turned over and landed on the ground. He walked to the door and pressed the button. The gate slowly opened, leaving a passage for Ma Xidao.

Ma Xidao swaggered in with him from the main entrance, lowered his body nearby, and used the glass to observe the situation on the first floor.

After looking at it twice, Ma Xidao immediately said: "Act."

Han Dujing walked to the door without hesitation and pressed the doorbell.

As soon as the nanny opened the door, Han Dujing suddenly walked in.

"Zhao Taihe! You are suspected of illegally selling drugs and organizing violence."

While shouting the other party's charges, he walked inside with a camera in one hand and an investigation order in the other.

Zhao Taihe and the secretary in the living room were obviously caught off guard. The secretary packed the things on the table in a panic, but Han Dujing just said with an indifferent expression: "As for you, Secretary Xi, you assisted in the transaction and tried to destroy the evidence, resulting in Others attack the police”

"Xiba!"

Zhao Taimo's eyes were panicked at first, but then he roared angrily: "Two little detectives, Xiba, why do you dare to get in trouble with me!"

Han Dujing's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "If I were you, I would be handcuffed now - the prosecutor will use his discretion."

"You son of a bitch!" Zhao Taimo punched out fiercely.

Han Dujing easily avoided it, but then, Zhao Taiyou punched again very methodically, hitting his abdomen with a step forward. Han Dujing grunted and looked at Zhao Taiyou in surprise.

"I'm learning mixed martial arts."

"Don't run!"

Ma Xidao roared from the direction of the back door. Zhao Tai's face changed slightly, while Han Dujing just rubbed his belly, stuffed the investigation order into his trouser pocket, and placed the camera on the table by the wall, leaving a perfect shooting angle. .

"Are you talking about the kind of thing like you that relies on the coach to dare not resist, and twists the arm of the coach when he is not paying attention?"

Han Dujing's ridicule made Zhao Taiyou's eyes appear blood red. He was already in high spirits due to the drugs. Han Dujing only showed a slightly contemptuous attitude, and Zhao Taiyou could not bear it and rushed over with a beast-like roar.

Han Dujing has also learned a few tricks - but he has never really learned fighting, but he has learned how to fight for his life.

The moment Zhao Taime rushed towards him, he kicked Zhao Taimei in the knee. Zhao Taimei was kicked hard, but his eyes did not waver. He even made a tiger pounce and was about to knock Han Dujing down. On the ground.

Xiba, this idiot who has ruined his brain.

Han Dujing cursed in his heart and could only fight with Zhao Taime on the ground. Soon, a voice sounded from behind Zhao Taime.

"President Zhao, get out of the way!"

The secretary's hands were trembling with cold sweat, and a black pistol was pointed at Han Dujing, causing his pupils to shrink violently.

Zhao Taime turned to look back, then laughed loudly: "Why didn't you take it out earlier!"

He stood up and walked towards the secretary to get a gun.

How dare the secretary touch this for him? He just said anxiously: "There's no time! President nim! Quick, get rid of the cameras and things!"

Zhao Taimei's face was gloomy and he shook his head: "Kill him!"

"What!?" The secretary froze on the spot.

"kill"

Before Zhao Taihe could finish his words, Han Dujing suddenly exploded from behind and pushed him directly to the ground. The secretary's hand was trembling and he did not dare to pull the trigger. The next moment, a huge vase hit his arm. .

The secretary yelled hastily, and the pistol in his hand fired twice, but the next moment he was hit by a vase, and he and the gun fell to the ground.

Ma Xidao looked like a tiger on the mountain, rushed in front of him in three or two steps, and before the secretary could raise his gun, he hit him with a powerful and heavy punch.

The secretary immediately rolled his eyes and fainted, and Ma Xidao casually snatched the pistol in his hand.

"Zhao Taihe! You have been arrested!"

Ma Xidao roared angrily, but Zhao Taihe roared like a beast, causing Han Dujing to scream.

Ma Xidao took a closer look, eyes wide open, and saw that Zhao Taime actually opened his mouth and bit Han Dujing's shoulder. Blood was flowing out at this moment, but Zhao Taime really looked like a wild beast, biting and turning his head at the same time. Tear the wound.

"Xiba!" Without thinking too much, Ma Xidao's eyes were full of anger. He grabbed the hair on the back of Zhao Taihe's head and almost pulled it off: "Let go!"

However, Zhao Taiyou really didn't seem to understand what he was saying. He just kept making vague curses like Xiba and refused to let go.

Ma Xidao, who had no choice but to use his best method.

He punched Zhao Taiyou in the side of his face.

The dizziness made Zhao Taiyou instinctively relax a little, and the next moment, he was thrown away by Ma Xidao.

"Damn it." Ma Xidao looked at Han Dujing covering his shoulders, his eyes full of anger.

At this moment, Zhao Taimei started to stagger, and he even dared to fumble around for weapons, grabbing a piece of the vase that had just broken and fell out.

"Kill you!" He roared angrily and swung the fragment towards Ma Xidao's neck.

Ma Xidao just had a sullen face and clenched his right fist.

"Bite your teeth."

How could Zhao Taime clearly hear what he was saying?

But the next moment, an iron fist was stamped on the side of his face, and two broken teeth flew out. However, Ma Xidao walked to the camera unhurriedly, made sure that the recording was enough, and took out the memory card with one click. Put it in your pocket.

Then, looking out the window, Ma Xidao lowered his head and looked at Zhao Taiyou.

"You have the right to remain silent, and you also have the right to find a lawyer from Xiba."

He repeated the Miranda principles, but he grabbed Zhao Tai's head mercilessly with his hands. On the pretense of turning him over on his stomach, he slammed him on the ground, grabbed his arms with both hands, and ignored his screams. He pushed it to the back without knowing whether it was dislocated, so he clicked it with the handcuffs thrown by Han Dujing.

The secretary in the distance was crawling quietly on the ground, but was moved by Ma Xidao's cold eyes at this moment. He smiled awkwardly and sat up: "I surrender, I want to hire a lawyer."

At this moment, there were sounds outside the door.

Cui Zhongshi arrived leisurely and belatedly. Looking at the mess in the room, he raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at Han Dujing with a somewhat indifferent expression: "Where are the things?"

"There is a man handcuffed at the back door. He has stolen goods in his hand. There is also something on the table. Here is the video."

Ma Xidao took out the memory card.

Cui Zhongshi hummed, and after taking the memory card, he said calmly: "Your mission is completed."

He waved behind him, and prosecutors quickly began taking over the scene.

"Why, is there anything else you want to report?"

Seeing Ma Xidao looking at him blankly at this moment, Cui Zhongshi raised his eyebrows.

Ma Xidao lowered his head: "No."

He walked to Han Dujing, who groaned and was helped up by him.

"Go to the hospital, don't you need someone to take you there?" Cui Zhongshi asked with a calm expression.

"No need." Ma Xidao lowered his head and pulled Han Dujing out of the villa.

Cui Zhongshi looked away after a while, his expression unchanged.

How could a big and famous case like the arrest of Zhao Taiyou be given the spotlight by two young detectives?

Of course, he has many plans and can command effectively.

Ma Xidao walked out of the villa, turned around, and spat: "You son of a bitch."

"Okay." Han Dujing just said with a calm expression: "It's not the first time."

"I'll take you to the hospital first." Ma Xidao felt unhappy.

Zhao Taiyou's case relied entirely on two people's private investigation. In order to grasp the complete criminal chain, they worked hard for several months and escaped from death several times before finally catching evidence.

But in the end, the outcome and credit of the case had nothing to do with them. How could people not feel a little frustrated?

Neither of them spoke. After Ma Xidao sent Han Dujing to the hospital, and after simple debridement, suturing and bandaging, the two sat together on the curb outside the hospital and smoked.

"Let's go get something to eat."

Ma Xidao took the initiative to speak, breaking the silence, and his expression seemed to have returned to calmness and calmness.

"I don't really want to eat today. Let's go back tomorrow."

Ma Xidao frowned: "What's your answer?"

"Take a taxi." Han Dujing shrugged and dropped the cigarette butt. Ma Xidao was silent for a moment, and then said: "Okay."

He glanced at Han Dujing, got in the car and left, leaving Han Dujing sitting and smoking cigarettes one by one.

Until another black car suddenly stopped in front of him.

Han Dujing raised his head with an indifferent expression, but when the other party rolled down the window, his face showed a bit of shock and unknown nervousness.

An Xiyan poked his head out of the car window: "Hey Yigu~Why are you injured like this?"

"You are." Han Dujing asked knowingly, frowning.

An Xiyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Ah, I forgot to introduce myself."

She slowly took out her ID and a business card.

"Head of the Seoul Central Prosecutor's Office, An Xiyan - get in the car, Detective Han, let's have a good chat."

"I have nothing to talk to you about." Han Dujing resisted and stood up to leave, but An Xiyan said unhurriedly: "Really?"

"I want to talk to you about Mayor Park. Detective Han, can you give me some face?"

An Xiyan's words with a smile made Han Dujing's face change greatly and he turned around: "What do you mean?"

"Me?" An Xiyan shrugged: "Don't you know when you get in the car?"

Han Dujing panted violently, and after a while, he opened the car door.

Then, on the street, there was a clicking sound.

Han Dujing subconsciously rushed out of the door.

"It's too late~ Believe me, he is the best photographer in our inspection department."

An Xiyan smiled unhurriedly and spoke slowly: "Do you still remember the prosecutors who investigated Mayor Park?"

When she saw Han Dujing's face change slightly, An Xiyan's smile became brighter: "Then you must still remember what they used to threaten you, right?"

Han Dujing's dull breathing could not cover up his violent chest heaving.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Han Dujing asked.

An Xiyan tilted his head: "Now, can we have a good talk?"

Han Dujing hesitated for a long time, then nodded seriously.

There was an inexplicable chill in my heart.

In his mind, Lin Wei's face appeared again.

‘Want to be a prosecutor? ’

‘Don’t worry, Minister An will help you get into the industry first. ’

‘Who is Minister An? You haven’t forgotten that Minister Ahn Hee-yeon was chasing Mayor Park and his group, right? ’

Han Dujing swallowed without leaving any trace, his throat surged.

become

Prosecutor