Chapter 311 Secret Meeting

Chapter 311 Secret Meeting

Chapter 311 Secret Meeting
It was already late at night, but there were still many pedestrians on Nonhyeon-ro 51 Street. For many fashionable young people, the nightlife has just begun at this time every day.

The intersection of 51st Street and Nonhyeon-ro is a crooked T-junction. Facing 51st Street is the eerie Dogok Park. An Rusong's Mercedes-Benz business car was driving from south to north from the direction of Nonhyeon-ro. When he arrived at the intersection, he happened to encounter a green light.

Luo Minzhi turned the car onto 51st Street. Compared to the main road of Nonhyeon-ro, 51st Street was very narrow, and there were many pedestrians on both sides of the road, so the car could only move slowly and could not speed up at all.

An Rusong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, yawned, and tears welled up in his sore eyes. He rubbed his nose and looked out the window, just in time to see a motorcycle speeding past the car, at least 60 or 70 miles per hour.

Luo Minzhi drove very steadily, and the motorcycle that suddenly appeared did not affect him. The Mercedes-Benz business car drove forward along the not very wide street for about 60 to 70 meters, then slowly turned right, drove onto the sidewalk, and entered a small parking lot.

There was a sign at the entrance of the parking lot indicating that the parking lot belonged to a bar called "Driftwood Draft", which was the bar where An Rusong and Leonard had agreed to meet.

Because the parking lot belongs to the bar privately, you have to buy an admission ticket to the bar at the entrance when you drive into the parking lot. While Luo Minzhi parked the car to buy the ticket, An Rushong said hello and then pushed the door and got out of the car.

The name "Driftwood Draft" bar, this name translates to "Driftwood Draft Beer". If nothing unexpected happens, the specialty of this bar is hand-brewed beer. Leonard chose such a place to meet, it seems that this guy is a drinker, and he likes to drink beer.

The main entrance of the bar was on the roadside. An Rusong put his hands in his windbreaker pockets and walked towards the main entrance of the bar slowly. Just as he was about to reach the door, Luo Minzhi had already caught up with him.

There are not many bars on 51st Street, and the only one or two that exist are relatively quiet bars, such as the "Driftwood Draft" bar.

After showing the purchased admission ticket at the entrance of the bar, An Rushong entered the bar accompanied by Luo Minzhi. When the two walked into the main hall, they saw a female singer sitting on a high bar stool on the small stage of the bar, playing the guitar and singing an English song. An Rushong listened and it should be Bob Dylan's "Blowin' in the Wind".

He looked around the main hall of the bar, but didn't see Leonard, and didn't know if he hadn't arrived yet. An Rusong winked at Luo Minzhi, then walked towards the bar.

When he was still a dozen steps away from the bar, a figure stood up in front of a booth in the corner of the bar and waved at him from a distance.

An Rushong didn't see it at first until Luo Minzhi reminded him. He looked in the direction of the other person's finger and saw that the person sitting in front of the booth was Leonard in a suit. Next to him were two burly young men, probably his bodyguards or subordinates.

Motioning to Luo Minzhi to find a place to sit, An Rushong put on a smile, waved at Leonard from a distance, and then walked over quickly.

"What would you like to drink?" Leonard approached him and extended his hand to him, smiling and asking, "I recommend the Black Spire Imperial Stout here, it's very good."

An Rushong nodded and turned his gaze to the two young men.

"Oh," Leonard followed his gaze and looked at the two young men, and introduced them casually, "This is Polly and Buck, my bodyguards."

Spreading his hands, he said in a helpless tone: "You know, there are always some people who think that the whole world is like the United States. As long as it gets dark, it is not a smart choice to go out, so."

"I understand," An Rusong smiled and said, "Emm, maybe the atmosphere of freedom in South Korea is not as strong and mellow as that in the United States."

"Haha," Leonard patted him on the arm, then waved at the two young men and sent them to the booth next to him. Then he said to An Rusong, "Come on, An, let's sit down and talk."

The two of them sat down at the booth. Leonard waved over the waiter and ordered the dark beer he had just mentioned, as well as some snacks and dried fruits. After sending the waiter away, he said directly, "Ann, before we get into tonight's topic, I need to make one thing clear to you. I am not deliberately spying on you. You can rest assured on this point."

In the previous phone call, Leonard had revealed to An Rusong that he already knew about the relationship between An Rusong and Bill and his people. Now, he was obviously explaining to An Rusong how he got the news. "The situation at NSA is more complicated than I thought before I came to Asia," Leonard handed a cigar to An Rusong. "After taking office, I am currently dealing with sorting out all aspects of the problem. At least, I have to figure out where the $179 billion spent by the East Asian Affairs Agency each year is spent."

An Rushong pushed back the cigar he handed over, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"During this process, I found some very interesting things. To be more precise, some very interesting intelligence records." Leonard took the cigar back, then took a briefcase from the chair next to him, pulled out a folder from it, and handed it to An Rusong. "This includes the fact that our soldiers are involved in drugs."

He paused here and lowered his head to fiddle with the cigar in his hand.

An Rushong knew that the waiter had brought something. He placed the folder on the table in front of him, then took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette.

"Our soldiers are engaged in the drug trade, and it's a large scale," Leonard said after the waiter put down the ordered dark beer and snacks and walked away with the empty tray. "This includes..."

He pointed to the folder in front of An Rusong and said, "These are the people included."

An Rushong opened the folder and looked at the contents on the first page in the dim light of the bar.

On this page is the information of a person named "Pansy Kenneth", with a photo of this person posted in the upper right corner. Most of the information on the entire document has been erased by black paint, and all that can be seen is that this guy was born in 1956, is from Philadelphia, and his current military rank is colonel.

"This is an undoubted scandal for the Ministry of Defense," Leonard pushed a glass of beer in front of An Rusong, then lit a cigar for himself and continued, "Especially at this sensitive time, I have to pay some extra attention to this."

Listen to what he said. He knew that there were people among the US troops stationed in South Korea who were trafficking drugs, and he also knew that it was a scandal, but he did not think about bringing those drug traffickers to justice. He just paid more attention to it.

"It just so happened that during this process, I found out that these guys were investigating you," Leonard said after taking a puff of his cigar. "I thought, maybe you're in trouble."

An Rushong smiled. He didn't say anything. He just closed the folder in front of him and pushed it back in front of Leonard. Then he picked up the beer in front of him and gestured to him.

He only believed half of what Leonard said, and the half he believed was that after the other party took office, he must have integrated the intelligence system under his management, and in the process, discovered the drug trafficking of US troops stationed in South Korea.

As a soldier, Leonard must have a strong personality. After he takes office as the director of NSA's East Asian affairs, he will inevitably integrate the entire system. This is certain, there is no doubt about it.

Bill, Wilder and others used the U.S. military mail system to traffic drugs. Things like this might be hidden from the Korean customs, but it would be impossible to conceal them completely from the NSA's intelligence system.

In East Asia, the NSA's main area of ​​activity is South Korea, because it is the hotspot in Asia where war is most likely to break out, and is the so-called "Balkans of Asia."

At this time, how could Bill, Wilder and others hide their actions from the NSA?

Therefore, when Leonard said that he had paid attention to the drug trafficking of US troops stationed in South Korea, An Rushong believed it, but he would never believe that the other party said that they did not deliberately monitor him.

However, no matter how much he didn't believe it, An Rushong would not reveal his true thoughts in front of the other party. In fact, he also knew that Leonard was already giving him face by thinking of a reason to lie to him. Even if the other party told him openly that the NSA was monitoring him, what could he do?
"This is indeed a problem for me, Leonard," An Rusong said after taking a sip of beer. "In my eyes, all drug dealers are desperate criminals, and the problem now is that these desperate criminals are also American soldiers."

(End of this chapter)