Chapter 294 It’s time to go

Chapter 294 It’s time to go

Chapter 294 It’s time to go

Near dusk, U.S. military camp in Yongsan District.

Lieutenant Colonel Wilder drove a military jeep on a concrete road lined with dead trees. In An Rusong's previous life, before he traveled through time, this place had become the so-called Longshan Park, and the US military camp that had occupied this area for more than half a century had moved away.

In that time and space, the relocation of the U.S. military camp in Yongsan District was seen by South Korea's progressive politicians as a huge step forward in the struggle. It was an achievement that could be boasted to voters and passed down to future generations.

But in fact, the reason why the US military camp was eventually moved out of Yongsan was mostly because the area had been polluted by them and was no longer habitable, so they simply left it to the South Korean government to clean up, while they continued their work in another place.

On both sides of the concrete road and outside the forest belt, there are rows of two-story villa-style buildings of almost the same style. These buildings are all made of red bricks. If you look down from them, you can see that the buildings in this area are incompatible with the towering skyscrapers around them, as if they are two different worlds.

In fact, the military camp in Yongsan District and other places in Seoul are two completely different worlds.

Wilder drove the jeep to an ordinary red brick villa, stopped the car, turned off the engine, and got out. He saw a huge St. Bernard running towards him, shaking its head, whinnying and whinnying as it circled around him.

Wilder reached out and touched the huge dog's head, and then the back of his hand was licked twice by the giant dog's tongue.

"Tony, come back!" At this moment, a steady voice shouted not far away. The giant dog snorted loudly, turned around and ran back as if it had obeyed the command.

Following the direction the giant dog ran, Wilder glanced at the man not far away, then walked towards him.

The person who recalled the giant dog was a tall middle-aged man in casual clothes. He had a square face, short blond hair, and a serious expression on his face. He looked like a serious guy.

The middle-aged man was obviously a soldier, or had been a soldier. Although he had gained some weight, his back was still straight. When he looked at people, his eyes were sharp, his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked cautious in his words and actions.

"Hey, Mike," Wilder walked over slowly, and when he was still four or five steps away from the other party, he greeted, "How's it going?"

The middle-aged man called Mike looked at him, then turned his head to look at the road in front of the house, and then said, "Come in and talk."

Wilder frowned unconsciously. He felt that his old friend in front of him was not in a good mood. This should be related to the news he had just received.

The middle-aged man was named Hobbs Mack. He was also one of the leaders of Walker Barracks. He was not only a colleague of Wilder, but also a close friend with a friendship of more than ten years. There were many things that they discussed with each other.

Just at noon today, two soldiers who were "out on business" reported something to Wilder, which was the sentence that An Rushong asked them to convey to Wilder.

To be honest, when Wilder heard about the military mail system from the soldier, his hair stood on end. The first thought that flashed through his mind was to kill someone to silence him. The person he wanted to kill was naturally An Rusong. But this thought only flashed through his mind and was quickly dispelled by the second thought.

The second thought that came to his mind was that there was a traitor or informer among his men. Otherwise, An Rushong would not have known about the military emails, let alone that someone in the military camp was taking advantage of the loopholes in this system to secretly sell drugs.

Compared with the threat posed by An Rushong, the existence of this informer is a real thorn in Wilder's side. If this person is not found and killed, simply getting rid of An Rushong will not only fail to eliminate the threat, but on the contrary, it is likely to have a counterproductive effect.

After all, An Rushong was only using this secret to blackmail him, while those informers were intending to kill him.

So, after thinking it over again and again, Wilder told this matter to his accomplice, Lieutenant Colonel Mike, who also made money in the drug trafficking business. After all, one person's wisdom is limited, and if there is someone to discuss with, some good ideas can always be thought of.

However, after some discussion, Mike did not come up with any practical response plan. He just told Wilder not to be impulsive and not to be rash. After all, An Rushong was not an ordinary person. He was a billionaire after all. If someone like him was killed inexplicably, the Korean prosecutors and police would not sit idly by.

Wilder had an extremely tormenting afternoon. He really wanted to kill An Rushong. Of course, he also hated the unknown informer, but at the same time, he also hated the Korean guy Han Chengbi. If that guy hadn't inexplicably provoked An Rushong, how could this incident happen today?
He forgot that even if Han Chengbi did not provoke An Rushong, wouldn't the latter still know about their use of the military mail system to traffic drugs?

That's right, Han Chengbi was indeed working for Wilder. Wilder got him his American citizenship because he distributed most of the drugs smuggled into the country for Wilder. Just 20 minutes ago, Wilder received another call from Mike, who said that he had entrusted a reliable middleman to contact An Rusong, but it was difficult to explain the specifics over the phone, so he asked him to come to his house to meet him. Wilder hurried over, he didn't care who the middleman was, he just wanted to find out the identity of the informer.

Following Mike, Wilder walked into the red brick villa.

Mike is an active-duty officer and has the authority to bring his own family to South Korea, but he has never done so in the past few years. Like Wilder, he is a single man in Seoul, so the red brick villa looks quite deserted and lacks the breath of life.

If An Rushong knew this, he would say that people like Mike and Wilder did not bring their families to Seoul because what they did was so dirty that they dared not let their families know.

"Please sit down first. What would you like to drink?" After driving the St. Bernard to a corner of the living room, Mike walked to the bar next to him, took out two cups, and asked without turning his head.

"Anything, uh, water, a glass of water," Wilder sat down on the sofa, took a cigar from the cigar box on the coffee table, and then said absentmindedly while fiddling with the cigar tongs.

Mike poured two glasses of water and carried them back to the middle of the living room. He handed one glass of water to Wilder and sat opposite him with the other glass. Then he said, "Regarding this trouble, Wilder, I need to tell you three things. As a friend, I hope you can treat it carefully."

Obviously, he didn't expect the other party to say such a thing directly, and his expression and tone were so serious. Wilder was stunned for a moment, then put down the water cup and cigar in his hands, frowned and said, "What happened?"

"Listen to me first, Wilder," Mike did not answer his question, but continued, "First of all, you can't touch that Korean guy named An. Not to mention that he hasn't exposed our affairs yet, even if he has spread this damn news to everyone, you can't touch him."

When he said this, his tone was full of anger and helplessness. Anyone could hear that he was unwilling but helpless.

Wilder did not ask any more questions. He understood that his old friend must have received a warning from certain parties, and the person who warned him was definitely someone they could not afford to offend.

"The second thing," Mike continued, "you don't have to worry about the damn news being leaked out. At least in the next few months, this news will not be leaked out, but the premise is that you have to get rid of that Han."

He paused and said angrily, "I've said it before, that guy is unreliable. He's too arrogant, too high-profile, and doesn't know how to restrain himself. If he were in the United States, even if the police didn't target him, the IRS would have come to his door long ago."

Wilder pursed his lips and wanted to retort, but he didn't know what to say.

"The third thing," Mike took two breaths and continued, "You and I both need to submit a report to apply to return to our country. This must be done before the end of the year, otherwise..."

Otherwise, he didn't say anything, but just exhaled fiercely and said, "You should understand what I mean."

Wilder was stunned for a moment. He could understand the first two things, but he had no idea what the third thing meant.

"Mike, I want to know why," he asked in a muffled voice after a moment's silence.

"No reason, Wilder, no reason," Mike said irritably, "If you really need a reason, then I can tell you that it's because in the eyes of those who should have been on our side, the two of us are not valuable enough. If they kicked us out, they could have replaced us with two other people, but that guy named An couldn't do it, so..."

Pointing at Wilder and then at himself, he finally said, "They are very generous in allowing the two of us to return to the United States safely."

Wilder was speechless. He wanted to ask a few more questions, but before he could open his mouth, he was stopped by Mike.

"Don't ask me any more questions, Wilder. If you believe me, then do as I say," Mike picked up the water cup in front of him, took a sip of water, and said, "Of course, if you don't believe me, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm going to apply for a report to leave. Maybe I'll just apply for discharge directly."

(End of this chapter)