The Mad Prosecutor Picked Up AI - Chapter 47
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Episode 47: Did the bomb explode successfully?
I finished unpacking and organizing my belongings at the house I’ll be staying at in Seoul over the weekend. Since I live alone anyway, I don’t have that much stuff.
Monday morning. I went to work at the prosecutor’s office. It was called ‘Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office’. Oh my. As I was living, the day had come when I went to work at the Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office.
“Ah, is this the smell of Seoul? Or is it the smell of the Central District Prosecutors’ Office?”
“It’s smoke, what’s that smell?”
I was trying to set the mood for a moment, but Wi Jun-woo struck me.
“What are you doing here with your eyes closed? It’s so easy for people to misunderstand.”
“I do that because I want to fully experience this moment.”
“Don’t feel too much. You’ll look like a crazy person.”
“Look at the height of that building. The Gunnae-myeon branch office building was only four stories. This one, wow. It’s 15 stories. 15 stories.”
“Stop it. Stop acting like a country bumpkin. If anyone sees you, they’ll think you’re a country bumpkin visiting Seoul for the first time.”
I entered the Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office under harassment from the first day of work. I said to Wi Jun-woo, who was heading to the General Affairs Department.
“Stop by there and wait a moment. I’ll go and see the manager.”
“Are you Vice President Nam Woo-joong?”
“Yes. We need to see the face of the final boss to see what he looks like.”
“Are you going alone?”
“Then go alone. Why?”
“I feel anxious.”
“Don’t worry. What could possibly happen?”
Wi Jun-woo nodded.
“Right? It’s broad daylight, and this is the prosecutor’s office. Surely there won’t be any knife attacks?”
What are you talking about? Why am I wielding a knife?
dripping.
As I opened the door and went in, a man with gray hair was standing by the window with his back turned to me. I quietly closed the door and said hello.
“Hello. My name is Do Hyeon-gwang, a prosecutor who will start working at the Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office today.”
“Oh. Sit over there for a moment. I’m not done with work yet.”
He didn’t even look back and just moved his hands.
‘A person came in and you didn’t even look at him. How arrogant.’
[Generally, people above me tend to be like that.]
‘But since you told me to sit, I can sit, right?’
Inside the spacious manager’s office, there was a low table surrounded by soft-looking high-quality sofas. I sat with my back against the sofa and looked at Manager Nam Woo-joong again.
When I think of ‘standing with your back to someone and fidgeting with your hands in front of you,’ only one thing comes to mind, but surely someone as senior prosecutor wouldn’t urinate in the office?
I wanted to see what he was doing, but I couldn’t see him clearly because of his chubby back. I moved to the side and peeked my head out.
There were four or five flower pots on the windowsill, and Nam Woo-joong, the deputy manager, was standing in front of one of them, a flower pot. He sprayed water on it with a sprayer and carefully wiped the leaves one by one with a dry cloth.
He must have known full well that people were coming, but he just took care of the flower pot without paying any attention. Does that mean he loves me that much, or does that mean he doesn’t care about me at all?
[But why do people in high and important positions always like me?]
‘Not me.’
Before coming here, I heard from my senior, Kim Hyun-chul, about Deputy Chief Nam Woo-joong. The story is that Chief Jang Gi-tae was hit in the back of the head while investigating him and was demoted to Gunnae-myeon.
If you dig into it, there will be a lot of corruption here and there, but this person doesn’t show it on the outside. Perhaps other people hide it before it gets exposed.
He was a scholarship student of the Ogeum Group since his days as a prosecutor, and is now practically a business partner of the Ogeum Group. He is the most powerful person in the Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office.
‘That guy is the one who kicked out our manager Jang Gi-tae?’
[Even the back view looks ominous.]
Was it because I only heard bad things about him, or was it because he kept me waiting? My first impression score was getting lower and lower even though I hadn’t even seen him yet.
Finally, Nam Woo-joong, the deputy manager, put down the rag and turned around.
“Oh, I’m sorry for calling you and making you wait so long… … .”
Deputy Nam Woo-joong, who had stopped talking mid-sentence, looked at me with his mouth slightly open. It was the face of someone who had been unexpectedly attacked by surprise.
Vice President Nam Woo-joong, who had his mouth wide open, spoke in a somewhat stiff voice.
“That’s my seat.”
“Oh, right. This was the vice president’s seat, right? Somehow. The seat was really soft and nice.”
I sat at the head of the table, then suddenly got up and moved to the long sofa next to me. Vice President Nam Woo-joong came to the head of the table and sat down without hiding his displeased expression.
“Don’t feel too bad about it. I was wondering what fun you were doing because you turned around when someone came. You can’t see it well even if you stick your head out from here.”
“So you sat in my seat?”
“Yes. I can see it well when I sit there. Just biting, sucking, wiping, and squeezing the egg. Isn’t it weird? If that were an anime figure, everyone would look at it strangely. I guess it looks classy when you hold the egg and do that.”
Nam Woo-joong, who looked to be in his late 40s, was short and slightly hunched, and his hair was gray. His skin was not good, so his face resembled the surface of the moon, and his liver was not good, so his complexion was slightly dark. His forehead was wide, like an M, as if he was going to go bald.
And above all, it was really ugly.
After a brief cough, Vice President Nam Woo-joong extended his hand to me.
“Nam Woo-joong, first deputy chief prosecutor.”
“I am Do Hyeon-gwang. I am a prosecutor.”
“This is how I get to see someone I’ve only heard about.”
“What do you think when you see it in person?”
“They say it’s a dog food, and I think that’s true.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Manager.”
“Okay. What do you think when you see me in person?”
“The moment I first saw the manager’s face, I exclaimed, “Wow!” And then the words of the old sages came to mind. As expected, the words of the elders are never wrong.”
Vice President Nam Woo-joong laughed heartily.
“Okay, can I ask what came to mind?”
I nodded and answered firmly.
“Physiognomy is a science!”
“Hmm, what? What does physiognomy mean?”
“Haven’t you heard? Physiognomy is a science!”
“… … .”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Vice President, but when I saw you today, I thought, “Wow. That’s right. As expected, physiognomy doesn’t lie.”
Vice President Nam Woo-joong’s chin twitched as if he was clenching his teeth.
“You’re quite the rascal.”
“Is that all there is to it? There is no shame, no manners.”
Vice President Nam Woo-joong spoke in a cold, low voice, his eyes shining fiercely.
“Prosecutor Do Hyeon-gwang. I don’t know what it was like in Gunnae-myeon, but I don’t have enough patience to put up with this kind of nonsense.”
“It’s okay. You can raise it now. People who have a lot of patience are said to be successful.”
“… … .”
“Please cultivate patience and succeed, Manager! Fighting!”
The fists of the assistant manager Nam Woo-joong, who was holding the handle of the sofa, turned white. The eyes looking at me became so fierce that even I thought I should keep my mouth shut.
Vice President Nam Woo-joong relaxed his grip and leaned back on the sofa.
“Yeah. You’ve become really arrogant as you come up from Gunnae-myeon to Seoul. Do you suddenly feel like the whole world is yours?”
“No. I am a person who practices non-possession.”
“I made a promise with Chief Jang Gi-tae, so he will remain at the Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office for two years without being touched.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh, right.”
Vice President Nam Woo-joong, who had been lost in thought for a moment while looking at me, soon opened his mouth with a crooked smile.
“I wonder how long that smile will last.”
“I’m curious too.”
“I thought Chief Jang Ki-tae had raised a sniper or an assassin because he said he would send one person up. But he was just a crazy guy.”
“That is correct.”
“After the greetings, go straight to the trial department. Trial Department 5. I told you so.”
“Yes? The trial court?”
“Yeah. I said I’d bring you up to Seoul, I didn’t promise to send you to the criminal department.”
When I asked with my eyes wide open, Vice President Nam Woo-joong smiled as if he was very happy.
When I said I was coming to Seoul, I thought I would naturally be sent to the criminal department. That’s what I was in Gunnae-myeon, too. Of course, there’s no way they would put me in the serious crime investigation department, the anti-corruption investigation department, the special department, or the public security department.
But the trial department? I never thought of that. Prosecutors are largely divided into two groups: investigative prosecutors and trial prosecutors. The investigative prosecutors are further divided into the criminal division, anti-corruption investigation division, economic crime investigation division, etc., and investigate crimes, detain criminals, and file public charges.
The trial prosecutor goes into court with the case investigated by the investigative prosecutor, proves the facts of the crime in front of the judge, and makes a request for sentencing.
In other words, public prosecutors rarely conduct direct investigations and spend time in court wearing judicial robes.
[The trial prosecutor also conducts an investigation. When there is something to add to the case handed over by the investigating prosecutor, a supplementary investigation is conducted.]
‘Oh. They are investigating, aren’t they?’
[yes.]
‘And you can wear a fancy robe, right? Wow, I could be a prosecutor like the ones you see in dramas.’
[I heard there’s a prosecutor like Hyun-kwang in the drama?]
While I was talking to Aliotta and blankly staring at the camera, Vice President Nam Woo-joong chuckled.
“You’re out of your mind, you punk. Well, I guess I’m the same way. You must have come all the way to Seoul with high hopes, but I’m sorry I threw you in the courtroom.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“It won’t be okay. You’ll spend the next two years buried in court cases, not knowing if the sun rises or sets.”
“You’ll be a great inspector.”
“Don’t you regret coming to Seoul? If you had stayed in Gunnae-myeon, you would have remained as a star prosecutor in Gunnae-myeon, but in Seoul, you’re just a trial prosecutor.”
“I am Do Hyeon-gwang, a man who has no regrets and is a hard worker!”
[Hyun-kwang. The ambassador was great, but did you really have to say it like that, with your chest pounding?]
‘Of course. He’s a very handsome man.’
[Why is it my turn to feel shame!]
Vice President Nam Woo-joong looked at me for a moment with an expression that said, “What kind of guy is this?”
After looking around the vice president’s office, I asked him.
“Rumors spread that the deputy director would become the next or next prosecutor general.”
“That’s right. Why are you scared now? Because you acted like a fool in front of the next prosecutor?”
“If you become the chief prosecutor… … .”
“If it works?”
Nam Woo-joong, the deputy manager, raised the corners of his mouth, wondering what would be said.
“I saw you earlier and I think you really cherish me. When you move your office, are you going to take me with you? Hold me in your arms, like Leon?”
“what?”
Vice President Nam Woo-joong’s eyes wavered.
[Did you just imagine it? In your head?]
‘That’s right. I think you pictured yourself holding a flower pot.’
“this…….”
Vice President Nam Woo-joong couldn’t continue speaking and just kept his mouth shut.
“You probably have sunglasses. Should I buy you a beanie hat? It’ll help hide that widening forehead.”
Finally, even Vice President Nam Woo-joong seemed to have lost his sense of reason. He slammed the armrest of the sofa and screamed.
“Hey, do I look funny to you?”
“No. You look fat.”
“… … .”
“You’re old. You should lose some weight. It’s not good for your blood pressure.”
“Oh my, Goyan… … !”
Despite giving him sincere advice about his health, Nam Woo-joong’s face turned pale to the point of concern about his blood pressure.
Well, if a doctor told you the same thing, you’d pay for it. Why are you so angry at someone who gave you free advice?
I guess I should have been a doctor rather than a prosecutor.
Vice President Nam Woo-joong’s nostrils were extremely dilated. You could tell at a glance that he was having a hard time suppressing his anger.
“Yeah. Let’s see how long that bald-faced look lasts. There’ll be no use regretting it once you’re locked up in the court and rotting away.”
“No way.”
“It would be nice to see someone getting trampled underfoot while others climb up and up.”
I explained in a soft voice to Manager Nam Woo-joong, who had been spewing bad language since his first day at work.
“Sir, do you know how much it hurts when a thorn gets stuck under the sole of your foot? I’m getting older and my eyes are getting blurry, so I can’t see very well, and when I try to walk, it hurts so much I feel like I’m going to die. I want to pull it out, but my stomach is so big that I can’t even bend my back.”
“Hey, you little shit!”
“Oh, that’s surprising. Why are you swearing? The person who will be the next prosecutor general?”
Vice President Nam Woo-joong lowered his head and looked down at his belly. He briefly touched his protruding belly with one hand, then started trembling and pointed to the door.
“Get out now!”
“Yes. Goodbye.”
I jumped up, bowed politely, and went out without looking back. As I was closing the door, I heard the voice of the manager, Nam Woo-joong, who looked very angry.
“Chief Jang Ki-tae, is this crazy? Where did you find that guy, calling him a prosecutor… … .”
* * *
“Did the bomb explode successfully?”
Chief Jang Gi-tae, who was blankly staring out the window, said.
“A bomb? Oh.”
Kim Hyun-chul, who had been wondering what was going on, quickly understood and snickered. It was about Do Hyun-kwang, who had gone up to Seoul last week.
“Is it going to explode already? I just threw it.”
“yes?”
“It’ll take some time for it to explode. There’s also time for the fuse to burn out. Even a sword will explode as soon as it’s thrown.”
Manager Jang Gi-tae let out a long sigh.
“He better do well, that guy.”
“I will do well.”
“Yes. No more, no less, just do exactly as you did here.”
Director Jang Gi-tae and Kim Hyeon-cheol looked at each other and smiled happily.