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Chapter 712 - 556 badge_2

Chapter 712: 556 badge_2

Jiang Chen, of course, understood that this was just a pretext.

Given the rank of the other party, if they were willing, getting Lan Peizhi out would not be difficult at all.

At the negotiation table, no one throws out their trump card at the very beginning.

The reason for saying this was simply to argue for a higher reward.

There might be people in the world who do not love money, but that does not include the highest commander of the security force stationed in Goryeo.

Power is a breeding ground for corruption.

In fact,

The corruption of American troops stationed abroad is a well-known fact worldwide, it’s just that the degree of corruption varies.

"General Burton, I am not asking you to save her."

Jiang Chen’s response brought a look of surprise to the face of the American general, who couldn’t help but ask, "Then what do you want from me?"

"The Goryeo Prosecutor’s Office recently suspended a prosecutor. This prosecutor was wholeheartedly fighting against evil, devoting himself to the cause of justice; I think it’s a shame for him to be suspended just like that."

Burton’s surprise grew even more, and for a moment, he was somewhat puzzled.

He frowned slightly, his gaze flickering as he looked at Jiang Chen, "Who are you talking about?"

"Che Changmin, General Burton may have heard of him."

"Che Changmin? The only survivor from Daegu?"

Jiang Chen nodded.

Burton’s expression was no longer one of surprise, but shock.

"I’ve heard of him, he is quite prestigious among the Goryeo civilians. But the friend you’re trying to help seems to have been caught by him, why would you want to help him?"

"I just don’t want to see a prosecutor full of enthusiasm vanish like this; it would be a loss for the whole of Goryeo."

Looking at the calm and composed young man, Burton appeared thoughtful.

Saving Lan Peizhi would indeed not be difficult.

But by comparison, this matter was undoubtedly easier.

After all, Che Changmin’s record was there for all to see; helping him would not bring any criticism, in other words, no negative impact whatsoever.

The only thing he couldn’t figure out was the purpose behind this young man with a mysterious background doing this.

Of course.

He didn’t necessarily have to find out why.

"You’re right, I think I indeed need to make a suggestion to the relevant departments."

Jiang Chen smiled knowingly.

"Captain Czapek just took me around the base, and I feel that some facilities need updating, and the soldiers’ barracks also seem quite old. If General Burton doesn’t mind, I would like to sponsor these upgrades."

Burton smiled.

"Then on behalf of all the officers and soldiers, I thank you for your generosity."

Jiang Chen stood up at the right time.

"General Burton, I won’t disturb you any longer."

"I’ll see you out."

Showing Jiang Chen the utmost respect, Burton personally escorted him out.

The jeep drove out of the base again.

"Mr. Jiang, goodbye."

Captain Czapek shook hands to say goodbye.

Jiang Chen switched cars with Dwayne.

Dwayne drove.

In the rearview mirror, the heavily guarded base grew more and more distant.

"Long live capitalism."

Jiang Chen murmured with a faint smile on his lips.

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Narita Park.

Pure white, tranquil tombstones stood silently in the cool breeze soaked with moisture.

Just like the weather forecast predicted, a hazy drizzle floated down from the grey gloomy sky.

The Seoul Prosecutor’s Office held a unified funeral today for the martyrs who died in the line of duty in Daegu, but due to the secretive nature of that conflict, the funeral could not be made public; only the families were informed and it was held in secret.

In the fine rain, family members wore somber black clothes, their hands covering their mouths as they sobbed; some even disregarded the support of others, collapsing in front of the gravestones in unbearable grief. The intermittent cries added an even chillier touch to the rainy scene.

The higher-ups brought flowers, bowed briefly, and then hastily left the scene, perhaps unable to face the black and white photos on the gravestones.

"Where’s the murderer? Who exactly is the murderer? When will you catch him?"

Of course.

It might also be that they couldn’t face the relatives overwhelmed by grief.

During the speech, an agitated question from a family member made the leader giving the speech momentarily too embarrassed to continue.

The wind wept with the rain.

In an atmosphere so suffocating it left no room to breathe, a man with a limp, dressed in a black suit with a white flower on the lapel, did not carry an umbrella. In one hand he held a bouquet of lilies and with the other he leaned on a cane, making his way slowly but resolutely into the cemetery.

"Che Changmin!"

All the relatives turned their heads to look at the limping man, whose hair and shoulders were already soaked, and their expressions changed instantly.

"Who let you come here! You’re not welcome!"

One of the women, more agitated than the others, disregarded the rain and, losing all composure, charged over and pushed Che Changmin to the ground.

Her husband hurried over to restrain her.

"Our family’s death in Hede was caused by you! You murderer!"

The woman shouted with anger and pain, her face indistinguishable between the rain and tears.

Once prestigious, Che Changmin lay in the mud, his suit stained. Facing the woman’s scolding, he said nothing. He got up with the support of his cane, bent down, and picked up the lilies that had fallen.

Everyone watched in silence, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

The woman tried to rush at him again but was firmly held back by her husband.

"Why are you stopping me? Would we be dead in Hede if it weren’t for him? We didn’t even get to see him for the last time..."

As she spoke, the woman broke down in tears.

For the sake of confidentiality, or perhaps to spare the feelings of the families, they were notified only after the bodies had been cremated. They didn’t even know how their fathers, sons, husbands had died.

"Let him go."

The man, holding back his grief, looked at Che Changmin with eyes that held hatred, though calmer than his wife.

They were clearly the parents of that assistant.

The woman wept in her husband’s arms.

Che Changmin, expressionless, hobbled forward under the watchful eyes of everyone and braved the fine rain to stand before the tombstone. He bent over and laid down the flowers.

"How did my husband really die?"

Finally.

Someone lost control of their emotions.

"Why is everyone dead, and you’re still alive?!"

"You’re the one who deserves to die the most, why don’t you go die?!"

All of the grieving turned into curse after curse, hurled relentlessly at Che Changmin.

Standing in the rain, Che Changmin still remained silent.

"How am I supposed to go on living."

A pregnant woman collapsed to the ground in despair, while those nearby hurried to support her.

"Che Changmin, haven’t you caused us enough misery? We don’t need your pretentious sympathies, just go away!"

Che Changmin turned his head, looking at the pregnant woman who seemed to have lost all strength, her complexion ashen. Leaning on his cane amid the hostile glares, he turned and left.

A black sedan was parked quietly on the outskirts of the cemetery.

By the car.

A young person holding an umbrella watched Che Changmin approach and handed over the umbrella.

"They’re just overwhelmed by grief, don’t take it to heart."

Che Changmin, covered in mud, didn’t refuse the kindness and took the umbrella.

"I have a request."

"Speak."

"Ensure that they can live the rest of their lives without worries."

The families of martyrs get compensation from the government, but Che Changmin had seen too many cases of people being forgotten as soon as the initial sympathies wore off.

Moreover, the deaths of these people were destined to remain unknown, they couldn’t even be formally acknowledged as "martyrs."

The government would probably forget them soon.

"No problem."

The young person agreed readily and then added, "You don’t need me for that, you could do it yourself."

Looking at the young man he had met in the bar, Che Changmin seemed blind to the foreboding, umbrella-wielding western tough guy who looked somewhat like the armed men from Daegu, with no hatred in his eyes.

"What do you need me to do."

By this time, the stubborn beliefs he held in his heart were already shattered.

Jiang Chen reached into his pocket and took out something resembling a badge, then held it up in front of Che Changmin.

The palm opened.

A five-clawed golden dragon, brimming with life.

"Take care of yourself."

Che Changmin reached out and took it.

Jiang Chen, having spoken only four words, immediately turned around and bent down to get into the car.

Dwayne closed the umbrella, opened the driver’s door, and got in.

The black sedan drove off.

Che Changmin looked back at the grieving families, opened the umbrella, and his other hand quietly clenched the badge tightly.