I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 129

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Episode 129

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The young Jeong Woo of that day was called the so-called ‘Mad Swordsman’. He was a prosecutor who would cut down anyone who got in his way.

 

Nothing worked on Jeong Woo. Bribes and threats were meaningless before him.

 

Jeong Woo wanted only one thing.

 

“Hey you bastard! Are you the only prosecutor? Huh? Are you the only prosecutor!”

 

“Yeah. I seem to be the only prosecutor here.”

 

It was a war with the rule of law.

 

“Pack your bags right now! Transfer to a provincial area-.”

 

“Hey, mister. Don’t you understand the situation? Do you know what this is? It’s a double ledger. A double ledger. I go to the provinces. You get stripped of your position. Want to try?”

 

Now comes the famous scene I know. That timing that created hundreds of GIFs with just one facial expression.

 

‘Soon it’ll be time for Myeong Jeha to appear…’

 

Myeong Jeha had barely over 10 minutes of screen time. Nevertheless, he was etched into the public’s minds as a main supporting character in 〈War with the Rule of Law〉.

 

Just as I was thinking about it, Myeong Jeha appeared.

 

“Oh-.”

 

Everyone has the same eye for people. As soon as Myeong Jeha appeared, the movie theater suddenly stirred with small gasps of admiration.

 

This wasn’t just fan reaction.

 

‘Just like how everyone gets startled together when a scary scene appears in a horror movie, everyone gasps in admiration together when Myeong Jeha’s face appears…’

 

Myeong Jeha was conducting traffic control ordered by his superiors through abuse of authority. Myeong Jeha, neatly dressed in his police uniform, stared at the luxury sedan with disapproving eyes.

 

“They’re driving so fucking well without even a red light. Hey, those bastards at the top really have it good. Don’t they?”

 

Even to his senior officer’s words beside him, Myeong Jeha responded with dissatisfaction.

 

“Good my ass. What’s so good about it.”

 

Beyond the sedan leisurely passing through the empty road, Myeong Jeha’s rebellious gaze could be seen.

 

The reason Jeong Woo, who became a prosecutor, could be called the Mad Swordsman was thanks to the ‘double ledger’ he obtained during the war on crime.

 

Jeong Woo’s father, who had lived doing errands in the underworld, was framed for crimes and served a long prison sentence.

 

The kitchen aunts and uncles who felt sorry for this handed over the ledger they had smuggled out just before the search and seizure raid to Jeong Woo.

 

Inside it contained visitation records. Who met with whom, where, and when.

 

The home of a poor boy without a guardian was safe. Thanks to no one thinking to search through it, the double ledger could become a secret weapon.

 

With this, he took quite a few heads of small fry. Now it was time for the blade to point upward.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

“That bastard… is causing too much trouble.”

 

At a high-end Japanese restaurant, a higher-up poured alcohol into a pure white cup and let his eyes gleam menacingly.

 

Everyone knew that bastard referred to Jeong Woo. That day, the man who had given Jeong Woo the goal of becoming a prosecutor had somehow become the Chief Prosecutor.

 

So his words were law.

 

Now they had to kill Jeong Woo by any means necessary to cover up the evidence.

 

“Chief Prosecutor! Don’t worry about that guy, you should focus on more important matters!”

 

Someone opened their mouth, acting obsequiously to lighten the mood.

 

Then everyone tried to lighten the atmosphere as if they had received a mission to definitely resolve the Chief Prosecutor’s anger at this gathering.

 

“Shall we talk about our next election?”

 

“Oh right! That’s right. We can’t let that important talk get clouded by some lowlife.”

 

The topic of conversation quickly changed. It was about money laundering for election expenses.

 

After the ‘war on crime’, they had gained the ability to control all the power in the world.

 

The organization members they didn’t arrest and turned a blind eye to soon became their faithful dogs.

 

Tok-. Tak-.

 

Above the small pond in the garden. Bamboo moved back and forth like a seesaw. Clear water flowed gently as if washing away today’s dark stories completely.

 

Their world was leisurely, as if boasting that they had grasped lofty wealth that no one dared covet.

 

The dark night passed quickly, and day broke.

 

 

 

[Strong and Healthy Children’s Education with the Police]

 

 

 

In the auditorium where a large banner was hung, the detective who had suggested talking about elections to the Chief Prosecutor last night wore his uniform and held a microphone.

 

“Our police officers always work hard! Day and night for the safety of all you children-.”

 

Myeong Jeha, standing on one side of the auditorium, looked at him with an indifferent expression.

 

“Mister, mister!”

 

One of the elementary students leaving after the education program called out to him. Myeong Jeha bent down close to match the elementary student’s eye level.

 

The elementary student, giggling shyly, held out their fist.

 

“This!”

 

What came from the small hand was candy that had melted halfway in the plastic wrapper from trying hard to resist eating it.

 

“Thank you!”

 

The elementary student who smiled brightly soon ran among their friends, laughing cheerfully.

 

Myeong Jeha gripped the candy tightly in one hand. Because he had never done anything worthy of receiving such a greeting.

 

‘Something feels… familiar yet unfamiliar…’

 

I kept my gaze fixed on the screen.

 

Someone forcefully grabbed the arm of Myeong Jeha, who was returning home with a tired face after finishing his shift.

 

“Hey, let’s have a talk.”

 

“Who are you?”

 

Looking at the wary expression, Myeong Jeha asked back.

 

“I’m Prosecutor Yoon Jeong Woo. If you don’t follow me, I’ll scream here. Police officer! Please help me!”

 

“…What the hell is this…”

 

With the strange threat, Myeong Jeha instantly found himself sitting in a car parked nearby.

 

Yoon Jeong Woo handed over a tablet PC and briefly explained along with the materials.

 

“Politicians need a fucking lot of money for elections. But they don’t have money, right? Where would it come from.”

 

“…Are you talking about illegal funds?”

 

“Your head works well. Okay. Here’s the former Cheongsan Faction, current CS Holdings operating a sports gambling site. But it’s a fucking ghost company with no substance. They’re dumping all that money they earned like dogs into paper companies. Money spins around frantically.”

 

It was so-called money laundering.

 

At Jeong Woo’s fingertips, photos of CS Holdings’ low-level members hurriedly crossing CCTV blind spots passed by.

 

“But where’s the final destination? When I dug into it, this shit flows into a charity foundation run by our dear Chief Prosecutor’s relatives?”

 

“….”

 

“So here’s the question. How many fucking gangsters from this gambling site do you think asked politicians to watch their backs?”

 

Myeong Jeha couldn’t answer immediately and hesitated.

 

He couldn’t make a proper judgment, but he could at least understand that he had stepped onto a board too massive to handle.

 

If it was a power struggle between the current Chief Prosecutor and a mere rookie police officer, it was obvious who would lose.

 

“Hey. You know about last month’s elementary student case. In the redevelopment area.”

 

To Myeong Jeha who was quietly holding the tablet PC, Jeong Woo brought his hand close. The tablet PC screen moved to the next page.

 

Materials about violent crimes against young girls that were no longer covered much in the news appeared.

 

“That bastard got 3 years in prison with 5 years probation today.”

 

“How does that make sense?”

 

“Yes. It does. Your higher-ups nicely buried it for him.”

 

Yoon Jeong Woo took the tablet PC from Myeong Jeha’s hands.

 

In his now empty hands, there was nothing to hold.

 

As if recalling the texture of the candy the elementary student had given him earlier, Myeong Jeha’s hands trembled finely.

 

“CS Holdings gangsters. Paper company gangsters. Fucking politicians. They’re going to keep steadily doing their dirty work from now on.”

 

A smile appeared on Yoon Jeong Woo’s face as he looked at Myeong Jeha like that.

 

He had already finished all the background investigation.

 

Before coming to find Myeong Jeha, Yoon Jeong Woo had obtained a photo of Myeong Jeha glaring at his superior’s sedan.

 

“Are you just going to sit there and watch that happen?”

 

Myeong Jeha, who had been quietly keeping his head down, slowly straightened his posture.

 

It was a movement that conveyed a sense of determination.

 

“…What should I do?”

 

Narration began with suspicious music.

 

-First-time criminals don’t go big scale. This is psychological warfare in its own way. A needle thief doesn’t become a petty thief for nothing. There’s definitely something they did before. Put the missing case record files on a USB.

 

Myeong Jeha, who had declined lunch with his colleagues citing fatigue, naturally walked over and inserted a USB into the nearby PC.

 

-Here’s one more thing. Some people commit crimes because they’re short on money, but you can tell who’s going to cause trouble just by watching their usual behavior. There are bastards who look at their superiors and go ‘damn, I’m jealous.’ Something in their brain is broken and they’re running on dopamine, you know? These types.

 

The owner of the neighboring PC was a police officer who had been doing traffic control with Myeong Jeha.

 

Myeong Jeha’s hands moved quickly.

 

On the desk, the candy bag that the elementary student had left behind was still sitting there.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

The drama was gradually reaching its climax. The evidence that Prosecutor Yoon Jeong Woo presented was far too solid.

 

Thanks to the whistleblower, Myeong Jeha, the setup was absolutely perfect.

 

Yoon Jeong Woo had even joined hands with the detectives.

 

“Huh… well now.”

 

However, the Chief Prosecutor holding his cell phone was relaxed. If it were cooperation between the prosecution and police, that would be one thing. But there was no way he would fall to the collaboration of one prosecutor and some detective nobodies.

 

He made a call somewhere.

 

“Push it through.”

 

The Chief Prosecutor was trying to cover up everything again with just one phone call. After all, he was an omnipotent power holder who could control even a single car on the road.

 

“Get the car ready.”

 

The Chief Prosecutor checked the clock on the wall and ordered his secretary. It was time to move the slush fund.

 

The Chief Prosecutor’s lackeys knew his power, so they didn’t open their mouths even while handcuffed.

 

Corrupt police officers in black outfits moved in step to arrest Prosecutor Yoon Jeong Woo.

 

Synchronized footsteps echoed through the hallway.

 

The detectives who had joined hands with Yoon Jeong Woo also found themselves in a difficult situation. Even though they needed to go stop the Chief Prosecutor, orders came down to disband the team.

 

“Hey, what are you all doing? Pack up for department transfers!”

 

“Chief!”

 

The numbers on the digital clock inside the Anti-Corruption Investigation Office changed.

 

Those numbers glowing red against the black background looked like a warning.

 

It was a critical moment where they had to stop the Chief Prosecutor’s movement. Even the journalist who had been Prosecutor Yoon Jeong Woo’s reliable ally couldn’t be reached.

 

“Ah, damn it, why won’t they answer the phone!”

 

Yoon Jeong Woo anxiously called someone.

 

There wasn’t much time left. If they missed this moment, the Chief Prosecutor’s position would become even more solid, and everything would turn to nothing.

 

The sound of the clock hands turning was maddeningly nerve-wracking.

 

Tick-tock-tick-tock-.

 

Meanwhile, the Chief Prosecutor departed.

 

“Tsk…”

 

Though it was somewhat troublesome, putting the slush fund in the trunk of the car he rode was the best choice to avoid having it seized by the national treasury.

 

No one could stand in the Chief Prosecutor’s way.

 

There were no red lights in his life.

 

The car carrying him raced forward, ignoring the red traffic lights. There was nothing that could stop the Chief Prosecutor.

 

Thud!

 

That’s when it happened. The back seats where the Chief Prosecutor was sitting shook violently. The driver hurriedly made excuses.

 

“I’m sorry. A police car suddenly stopped short in front of us…”

 

Knock knock-.

 

The sound of tapping on the front seat could be heard. When the window was slightly opened, a polite voice came through the gap.

 

“Please cooperate with the investigation. We’ve received a report about election-related slush funds.”

 

“What the hell? Do you know who’s sitting in the back?”

 

The driver got angry. However, the owner of that courteous voice was never intimidated or broken.

 

“Open the trunk.”

 

“Huh…”

 

Well I’ll be damned, seeing such an absurd bastard. The Chief Prosecutor muttered. He had the nerve when one phone call could strip him of his uniform.

 

The moment he leisurely crossed his legs once and tried to adjust his posture.

 

Bang! Bang! Bang!!!

 

The back seats shook even more violently.

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