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"Li Zhenghao has been assassinated?" Park Bucheng frowned, a glimmer of sharpness flashing in his eyes.
Jin Taishan gasped for breath, sweat rolling down his forehead. "No, no! It's fake news! I just received a tip-off that Prosecutor Han Mi Na has already tracked your whereabouts and is on her way here with the Special Police Team!"
Park Bucheng narrowed his eyes, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. He glanced at Cheng Junhan, who was still groaning on the floor, and gave him a light kick. "Get lost. I'll deal with you next time."
Cheng Junhan gritted his teeth as he got up, his eyes filled with resentment. "Park Bucheng, you're lucky this time! Next time I will definitely..."
"There won't be a next time," Park Bucheng interrupted him, making a slicing motion across his throat. "You'd better pray we don't meet again, or else..."
Cheng Junhan snorted coldly, clutching his chest as he stumbled out of the office.
"Park Bucheng, what do we do now?" Jin Taishan asked anxiously. "Han Mi Na is serious this time; I've heard she mobilized at least thirty SWAT members, all heavily armed!"
Park Bucheng calmly adjusted his collar and pulled out a handgun from the drawer. After checking the magazine, he tucked it into his waistband. "Taishan, do you remember our plan called 'Golden Cicada Escapes Its Shell'?"
Jin Taishan paused for a moment before realization dawned on him. "I remember! But Park Bucheng, are you sure about this? It's too risky!"
"The more dangerous the situation, the calmer we must be," Park Bucheng said, patting him on the shoulder. "Stick to the plan. Notify Zhao Yuhang that I'm waiting for him in room 1408 at the Seoul Crown Hotel; I have important information to share with him in person."
"But..."
"No more talking; go now!" Park Bucheng's tone turned stern. "Remember, time is everything!"
Jin Taishan dared not say another word and immediately turned to leave. Park Bucheng quickly gathered several documents and stuffed them into a briefcase before picking up his phone and dialing a number.
"Hello, it's me. The plan is moving forward; initiate action now."
After hanging up the phone, Park Bucheng took a deep breath, determination flashing in his eyes. He knew that what lay ahead would be a tough battle, but he was fully prepared for it.
Outside the Seoul Crown Hotel, several police cars quietly parked in different positions, their lights turned off. Han Mi Na, dressed in a sharp black suit, stood inside the command vehicle, her expression serious as she stared at the hotel building.
"Are you sure the intel is accurate?" she asked, her voice cold.
"Absolutely," a prosecutor replied. "Our informant saw Park Bucheng enter room 1408, and he was carrying a briefcase that looked important."
Han Mi Na scoffed, "This time, I will personally catch this slippery guy! He made me look bad in front of the media, and I will make him pay!" She turned to the SWAT Captain beside her. "Have all exits been secured?"
"Yes, Your Honor," the SWAT Captain saluted. "All entrances and exits of the hotel, including emergency exits and the underground parking lot, have been locked down. Unless he can fly, there’s no way he can escape!"
"Good," Han Mi Na nodded in satisfaction. "Let’s begin the operation! Remember, I want him alive!"
The SWAT team members quickly split into several groups and silently entered the hotel. Han Mi Na led a few prosecutors and elite SWAT officers straight to the 14th floor.
The elevator doors opened to a silent corridor. Han Mi Na gestured, and the SWAT team members immediately dispersed, stealthily approaching room 1408.
"Are you ready?" Han Mi Na whispered.
The SWAT Captain nodded and raised his ballistic shield.
"Action!"
At Han Mi Na's command, the SWAT team member kicked open the door with force and rushed inside with their guns drawn.
"Don't move! Police!"
However, the room was empty. The bed was neatly made with no signs of having been used; only a laptop sat on the table, its screen glowing brightly.
Han Mi Na furrowed her brows and walked to the computer. On the screen was a video showing Park Bucheng's face.
"Click play," Han Mi Na commanded.
A prosecutor stepped forward and pressed the play button. In the video, Park Bucheng wore a mocking smile.
"Dear Prosecutor Han, I'm sorry to disappoint you. But don't worry, I've prepared a little gift for you."
The video suddenly switched to another scene: Han Mi Na and Li Zhenghao were meeting privately in a high-end restaurant, their glasses clinking together, looking quite intimate.
"What... when did this happen?" a prosecutor asked in surprise.
Han Mi Na's face turned ashen. "Shut up!"
The video continued to play, with Park Bucheng's voice echoing in the background: "Prosecutor Han, how do you think the public will view your private dealings with Gang Leader Li Zhenghao? Especially after you just vowed to crack down on gangster influence."
The video abruptly stopped, and a line of text appeared on the screen: "This is just a teaser; the full version will be released to major media outlets in 24 hours. Unless..."
Han Mi Na slammed the laptop shut, her expression dark and terrifying. "Find him! Turn the entire hotel upside down if you have to, but locate Park Bucheng!"
Just then, her phone rang. It was Zhao Yuhang.
"Hello, Prosecutor Zhao," Han Mi Na forced herself to suppress her anger, trying to keep her voice calm.
"Prosecutor Han, where are you?" Zhao Yuhang's voice sounded urgent. "I just received news from Park Bucheng that he is waiting for me at Crown Hotel with important information."
Han Mi Na's heart raced. "Prosecutor Zhao, where are you right now?"
"I'm just in the hotel lobby," Zhao Yuhang replied. "What's going on?"
"Don't go up! It's a trap!" Han Mi Na exclaimed urgently. "Park Bucheng isn't here at all; he deliberately lured you here!"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Zhao Yuhang's voice turned icy. "Prosecutor Han, are you saying that you conducted an operation to apprehend Park Bucheng without my authorization?"
Han Mi Na was momentarily at a loss for words. "I... I just wanted to surprise you..."
"Enough!" Zhao Yuhang interrupted her. "Return to the prosecutor's office; we need to have a serious talk."
After hanging up, Han Mi Na gritted her teeth. "Damn Park Bucheng!"
Just then, a SWAT Team Member rushed over. "Your Honor, someone spotted Park Bucheng at the back door of the hotel!"
Han Mi Na's eyes lit up. "Quick, let's chase after him!"
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Park Bucheng moved gracefully through the hotel corridors and stairwells, his figure elusive like a ghost. He had anticipated that Han Mi Na would come after him, so he had set up a series of traps and misdirections in advance.
"The Graceful Wave Steps are indeed effective," Park Bucheng thought with satisfaction, his steps light as if he were floating on water. "These SWAT members can't keep up with my speed."
As he turned a corner, he suddenly came face to face with three fully armed SWAT officers.
"Stop!" one of the officers shouted, raising his gun at Park Bucheng.
Unfazed, Park Bucheng smiled slightly. "What a coincidence, officers."
"Don't move! Raise your hands!" another officer barked.
Park Bucheng slowly raised his hands, but his gaze sharpened. In the instant that the SWAT team relaxed their vigilance, Park Bucheng's body spun like a top, moving with dizzying speed.
"What the hell is this?" one of the SWAT officers exclaimed.
Before they could react, Park Bucheng had already dashed in front of them like lightning. His hands coiled around the wrists of two SWAT officers like snakes, and with a gentle twist, their guns fell into his grasp.
As a third SWAT officer was about to fire, Park Bucheng's foot struck his wrist. The gun flew away, crashing against the wall with a dull thud.
"Sorry about this, gentlemen," Park Bucheng said with a slight smile, quickly tapping his fingers on the necks of the three men. "Time for a little nap."
The three SWAT officers instantly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Park Bucheng continued onward, soon reaching the hotel's kitchen. The chefs were busily preparing dinner, oblivious to the intruder.
He pulled a chef's hat from his pocket and put it on, then picked up a tray and pretended to arrange some plates on it.
Just then, the kitchen door was flung open, and several SWAT officers rushed in.
"Don't move! We're in pursuit of a dangerous suspect!" the SWAT Captain shouted.
The chefs raised their hands in panic. Park Bucheng raised his hands too but scanned the area for an escape route.
The SWAT Captain approached Park Bucheng, sizing him up before shaking his head. "Not him, keep searching!"
The SWAT team quickly left the kitchen, and Park Bucheng let out a sigh of relief as he set down the tray and quietly slipped out through the back door.
In the alley outside, an inconspicuous van was waiting. Park Bucheng hurried over and jumped inside after opening the door.
"Park Bucheng!" Jin Taishan exclaimed with surprise. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Park Bucheng replied with a smile. "The plan is going smoothly. Did Han Mi Na take the bait?"
"I've got her!" Jin Taishan said triumphantly. "She's gone mad with anger and is out searching for you all over the city!"
"And Zhao Yuhang?"
"He's following the plan as well. He's already suspicious of Han Mi Na."
Park Bucheng nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Now contact Li Zhenghao and tell him that Han Mi Na is stabbing him in the back, trying to use the prosecutor's office to eliminate him."
Jin Taishan took out his phone and dialed Li Zhenghao's number, briefly explaining the situation.
On the other end of the line, Li Zhenghao exploded with rage. "That filthy bitch! How dare she betray me? I'll make her pay for her treachery!"
After hanging up, Park Bucheng leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to rest. Although today's operation had been perilous, everything was under his control.
"Park Bucheng," Jin Taishan asked cautiously, "where are we going next?"
Park Bucheng opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. "We're going to meet Choi Ji-ho."
"Choi Ji-ho from the Taiji Consortium?" Jin Taishan asked in surprise. "Why do we need to see him?"
Park Bucheng smiled mysteriously. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Han Mi Na and Li Zhenghao are both thorns in Choi Ji-ho's side; we can use this opportunity to establish a connection with the Taiji Consortium."
The van slowly drove out of the alley, merging into the bustling streets of Seoul. Park Bucheng gazed out at the neon lights, already formulating his next plan.
Just then, his phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
After a moment's hesitation, Park Bucheng answered the call.
"Park Bucheng," a cold female voice came from the other end, "this is Han Mi Na."
Park Bucheng raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Prosecutor Han, how did tonight's operation go?"
"Don't get too cocky," Han Mi Na said through gritted teeth. "I will definitely catch you!"
"Is that so?" Park Bucheng chuckled lightly. "Then I'll be waiting to see that. By the way, I've sent that video of you and Li Zhenghao to several media outlets. Tomorrow's headlines are going to be quite spectacular, don't you think?"
A noise came from the other end of the line, as if Han Mi Na had thrown something.
"Park Bucheng! Just you wait!"
Park Bucheng hung up the phone, his smile gradually fading, replaced by a cold expression.
"Are you alright, Park Bucheng?" Jin Taishan asked with concern.
Park Bucheng shook his head. "I'm fine. This game has only just begun; Han Mi Na won't give up easily."
The van continued on its way, disappearing into the night of Seoul. Meanwhile, the entire city's police force was searching for this elusive man but could not capture a trace of him.
Park Bucheng knew this was just the beginning of a larger power struggle. His goal was not only to evade capture but also to use this opportunity to further weaken the prosecutor's office and pave the way for his own plans.
In this power struggle, he had already gained the upper hand.
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