I’m Obsessed With the Suspect - Chapter 72

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72

As time passed, the air in the office grew heavier and heavier.

The first to disturb that heavy atmosphere was the Korea Customs Service.

“Wait, hold on a moment.”

Director Lee Gil-mo tapped the table and spoke in a defensive voice.

“We need to be clear about this. All we did was cooperate with an official document from the police foreign affairs division.”

The gazes in the conference room all turned to him at once, then immediately shifted to Cheong-a and Yeonhui, the only attendees from the police side.

The two barely managed to resist shrinking their shoulders.

“Could we refuse something that had the foreign affairs director’s official seal on it?”

As the Customs Service’s voice grew louder, the prosecution side countered in a low voice.

“This isn’t a place for assigning blame!”

“We’re only saying this because you keep bringing up customs.”

The two voices clashed sharply.

It was Coast Guard Deputy Chief Jhin Yeonghun who intervened.

“We need to secure physical evidence, physical evidence.”

“That’s right. No matter how much the Security Bureau is investigating the line right now, if there’s no physical evidence from the ship entering port this time, the entire proof structure will collapse.”

At the prosecution representative’s firm voice, everyone fell silent.

With Oh Semin captured now, it was safe to say there would be no next opportunity. Everyone knew this fact.

“May we say something?”

The National Intelligence Service side raised their hand and requested to speak.

The gazes in the conference room naturally turned toward the NIS. Then Doksah, or rather Ryu Giheon, who had been standing in the back, bowed lightly and began to speak.

“This is mobile phone data we seized during our raid on the scene. According to their conversations, Oh Semin must personally board the ship to confirm the goods, and when the ship docks at Incheon Port, he must give a signal that all safety measures for moving the goods are operating normally—”

He raised his head slightly and scanned the gazes looking at him.

“Only then will the ship attempt to enter port.”

Sighs echoed through the conference room.

“In other words, with Oh Semin out of the picture now, there’s a possibility they might position themselves at some distance in territorial waters and then turn back.”

“Wait, wasn’t Oh Semin arrested?”

“This is completely blocked off.”

Doksah stopped the murmuring sounds with a short cough.

Then he continued speaking.

“However.”

“…?”

“We were able to confirm that on the day of Oh Semin’s arrest operation, a Yongyon Gang executive distributed a certain file to insiders.”

At his gesture, an employee in charge of the proceedings quickly approached and handed him a remote control. When he pressed the button, several photos and one blurry video appeared on the large projection screen.

“This is the back view and conversation content of Police Detective Kim Chung-a, who was disguised as ‘Rachel,’ the operator of a domestic drug platform.”

When he clicked on the video, a scene played of Cheong-a conversing with Yongyon Gang executives in fluent Tagalog.

All gazes in the conference room turned to Cheong-a at once.

And someone asked in a cautious voice.

“…So are you suggesting we use the fake Rachel as a card once more?”

Doksah shook his head.

“No. To them, Detective Kim Chung-a would be the real Rachel.”

“….”

“South Korea’s biggest player who boarded the ship to personally confirm the goods in place of Oh Semin. If we spin the story well, she could give them even greater trust than Oh Semin.”

The first to nod at Ryu Giheon’s story was the prosecution side.

“Good. We absolutely need to confirm whether drugs are really loaded on that ship. If it’s false merchandise, the tail will be cut off.”

“In that case, our team on site will have to step forward and attempt direct contact with the Yongyon Gang.”

People murmured among themselves and nodded.

“Since we have the phones of Oh Semin and two Yongyon Gang executives, we plan to send word that we’re sending Rachel and make contact.”

“Ah, good. Once we confirm the loaded goods and they enter our territorial waters, we can suppress them from that point on.”

“The Navy will only provide support when necessary.”

“Right, because it could escalate into a major diplomatic issue if we’re not careful.”

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs also added a comment.

“Indeed, the work of thoroughly confirming information at the beginning is absolutely necessary.”

Everyone in the conference room nodded and focused their gazes on Cheong-a.

This made Cheong-a flinch.

‘Wait, hold on….’

Is it really right for me, just a police officer, to be deployed for something like this? Really?

S-someone save me!

The one who ended up in the biggest predicament from this meeting was Kim Chung-a, who had once again been assigned the role of bait.

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A brief waiting period was given before moving to North Port.

Cheong-a was sitting in a corner of the office temporarily prepared by the task force, waiting for briefings from the Coast Guard and National Intelligence Service.

A cheongsam dress and coat, prepared from who knows where, had been delivered to her.

Cheong-a sat half-perched on a chair wearing the dress with slits on both sides, constantly shaking her legs restlessly.

‘Is this right? Is this okay?’

It feels like they’re just pushing me to go die alone, doesn’t it?

No, really, they’re going to shove me into that ship crawling with Yongyon Gang members without even planning an escape route?

With just a single pistol tucked between my legs?

No matter how many questions she threw at herself internally, no answers came.

Finally, unable to bear it, Cheong-a jumped up from her seat and shouted loudly.

“Wait, hold on! Doksah sir. Shouldn’t I at least get some facial disguise? Huh?”

However, Doksah firmly shook his head.

“There’s no time. The ship departed long ago and we’ve received a message that it’s reached Korean waters.”

“….”

“Anyway, the photos they transmitted only caught your back view and voice, Detective. That’s sufficient.”

Cheong-a’s face turned pale white.

“No, listen…. The real Rachel is reeeeeally pretty, you know? What if as soon as I board the ship they think, ‘Hmm, this is false merchandise,’ and cut off my head? Are we going to have a situation where later they say, ‘Oh my, Detective Kim Chung-a, how did only your head come back?’ That’s not going to happen, right? Right?!”

“Huh…? That won’t. happen.”

At Doksah’s nonchalant response, something in Cheong-a’s mental state seemed to snap with a breaking sound.

Cheong-a collapsed back into the chair as if crumbling.

In front of the anxious Cheong-a stood Yeonhui and Chamkkae, holding hands tightly.

“What’s with you two? Why are you two holding hands so tightly?”

At Cheong-a’s question, Chamkkae smiled brightly.

“Ah, it’s a bit embarrassing at a moment like this. But I decided to date Yeonhui noona.”

Then Yeonhui’s face instantly hardened coldly.

“What kind of nonsense is this before an operation…? Did you eat something wrong? Why would I date you?”

“What? I asked you to date me!”

“I didn’t answer though?”

“Exactly.”

“What does that mean?”

“Since you didn’t refuse, we’re dating.”

Chamkkae lowered his head shyly as if embarrassed, and Yeonhui was aghast.

A moment of silence. Then the blush faded from Chamkkae’s face and sorrow bloomed.

“Wait. Noona, what’s with that expression?”

Cheong-a raised her hands to press both temples.

This isn’t the time for this.

My life is hanging in the balance and what are these idiots doing?

“Hey, if you’re going to fool around, go outside and do it!”

However, as if he hadn’t heard Cheong-a’s words, Chamkkae began sobbing on the spot.

“Yeonhui noona, did, did you play with me? I even bought an extra-large maid outfit because you said you mi-missed me—!”

At that moment, Yeonhui quickly lunged forward and covered Chamkkae’s mouth.

“Wow. Wahahaha! Wahahat! L-let’s go outside and talk, Sejin. Okay?”

Cheong-a looked back and forth between Yeonhui and Chamkkae with annoyance and clicked her tongue.

“That guy’s really weird, isn’t he? What country’s law says that not rejecting someone means you’re dating?”

At that, Chamkkae’s head whipped around toward Cheong-a.

“Didn’t Mes confess like that though?”

“What nonsense are you spouting. Are you guys all virgins or something?”

“As expected of the Detective. You see right through us. Hehe.”

“…”

Cheong-a waved her hands dismissively as if she didn’t want to hear any more, gesturing for them to get out, and Chamkkae muttered to himself as he was dragged away by Yeonhui.

“Huh? Then does that mean Mes got rejected too?”

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