Chapter 1071 Enemies meet on a narrow road
To be honest, Jack has killed a lot of drug lords, but for ordinary drug trafficking cases, he may not be as experienced as a criminal police officer like Ma Xidao.
“If we assume that they really have the production capacity, it can indeed explain the overwhelming number of poison pills in the past month. If we want to find them, we can only start from the two aspects of production and sales.”< br>
Ma Xidao just likes to solve problems directly with his fists most of the time, but when it comes to using his brain, he is far better than his useless colleagues.
“When it comes to sales, I can ask through informants. Look for the small fish first. Behind the small fish there are big fish, and behind the big fish there are sharks. This kind of thing is not difficult, but the production process is a little more troublesome.
The economy has been in recession in the past few years, and abandoned industrial areas and warehouses are everywhere around Seoul. Perhaps we can investigate the sources of chemical raw materials. There are only so many raw materials that can be used to make citrin, right? ”
Jack nodded. The main component of poison is amphetamine drugs. Among chemicals, there is a category called precursor chemicals. This refers to the precursors, raw materials and chemicals that can be used to make poison. Additives and other substances.
He had considered this on the plane to Seoul, and the first task assigned to Anna was to cooperate with Justin in investigating the recent flow of suspicious chemical materials in South Korea. < br>
One of them was responsible for hacking into the Seoul Police Department system to collect relevant information, and the other was posing as a purchasing representative of a well-known German pharmaceutical company to conduct an "on-the-spot investigation."
The reason why they conducted this without telling the South Korean police. This kind of private investigation is not only worried that another traitor will be revealed, but also because this method of going straight to the source will either yield nothing, or it may directly reveal Zhang Mingjun's hiding place
If he could kill this guy with one shot, Jack would never go through a series of complicated procedures such as arrest and extradition.
For a terrorist who is capable of flying a suicide drone and detonating an IED on the streets of Manhattan and the organization he leads, how sick is his mind to talk about "martial ethics" .
Ma Xidao is indeed a man of action. He sent his location early the next morning and made an appointment to meet in front of an Internet cafe.
When Jack arrived by car, he saw this guy chewing a fried dough stick until his mouth was full of oil, and he was holding a plastic bag in his hand.
“I remember that you like to eat here, so I brought you some by the way.”
Jack was not polite to him. He took the fried dough sticks and soy milk that were still warm and ate them as he walked away. "Did you find anything?"
Ma Xidao pointed to the rooftop of the Internet cafe, "It's right above, a The small drug dealer has more than a dozen subordinates. The transaction method is through the Internet. After the buyer places the order and pays, he uses a motorcycle to deliver the goods."
Jack looked him up and down and found that this guy didn't even have a gun. He couldn't help but frown, "I told you that the guy you're dealing with this time is extraordinary. Do you plan to use your fists to deal with the machine gun?"
Ma Xidao patted Jack and drove over. The Audi S6 left a greasy slap mark on it, "Isn't it you? You don't know how troublesome it is for us to shoot and write reports."
It's not his car. He didn't feel bad at all, he just sighed, opened the trunk and threw him a bulletproof vest, "Then you might as well put this on."
One of them ate fried dough sticks and drank soy milk, while the other awkwardly put on a bulletproof vest. After passing a row of motorcycles, they walked up the iron ladder to the rooftop and walked straight to an illegal building surrounded by a thin iron sheet.
There are two simple container houses inside the iron fence. There are several broken sofas and folding tables in the middle. There are cigarette butts, cans and empty wine bottles on the floor.
But they seemed to be late. At this time, there were already more than a dozen people lying staggering inside the iron fence. A boy wearing a red leather jacket with evil eyebrows was grabbing his ears and kneeling down. Two men, one tall and one short, were kneeling. I burst into tears in front of me.
Hearing the sound of someone coming upstairs, two men, one tall and one short, turned to look at Jack and Ma Xidao. The tall one was handsome and the short one was ugly. They all had familiar faces. "Brother Zhentai? Why are you here? When did your network investigation team start catching drug dealers?" Ma Xidao was a little surprised when he saw the short ugly man's expression.
Beside him, Jack not only recognized the ugly one as Detective Jiang Zhentai, but also recognized the handsome one, Lieutenant Colonel Lin Zheling from the north.
"Eh? Why are you two? Why did you, the FBI, show up again?"
Jiang Zhentai, who was holding a bag of red pills in his hand, widened his eyes and seemed to be right. The two of them were extremely surprised.
“I have the same purpose as your friend from the north.” Jack took the initiative to extend his right hand to Lin Zheling with a smile on his face, “Long time no see, Lieutenant Colonel Lin Zheling, has the injury on your arm healed? "
Lin Zheling subconsciously stretched out his hand and felt it was greasy. His eyes fell on the half fried dough stick left by Jack's left hand, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists subconsciously.
"Thank you Agent Tavole for your concern. It was just a little bruise at first. We were here first today, can you give in?" This sentence came out from between the teeth.
"Xidao is one of our own, and so is Jack. There is nothing we should give in to."
Jiang Zhentai was halfway through speaking, as if he had suddenly discovered a new world, "Wait a minute, you two are How did we meet?”
“Brother, you don’t want to know about this.” Lin Zheling looked serious.
"Do you really want to know?" Jack's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
Although the New York bombing and prisoner robbery two months ago caused a stir on the Internet, the United States' ability to control the media is nowhere near as high as that of the country on the other side of the Pacific.
The whole incident was portrayed as a terrorist attack against the NYPD police officers. There was no secret rendition, no escaped prisoners, and no country to the north of the peninsula.
Jiang Zhentai rubbed the back of his head with a confused look on his face. He had no idea how the two guys in front of him, who in theory should not interact at all, could call each other's names.
“Hey, don’t worry about this for now.” Ma Xidao could probably guess what was going on. After all, Jack didn’t hide anything from him.
Seeing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, he took the bag of red pills from Jiang Zhentai, slapped the kid on the head who was kneeling on the ground, and moved back little by little with his knees.
"Tell me where these things come from."
The slap almost knocked out the guy's eyes, and he immediately lay on the ground and howled like a ghost.
“It’s our first time doing this. It’s really our first time and we don’t know anything. The other party told us to leave this thing with us and let us help sell it.”
"Huh?" Ma Xidao rolled up his sleeves and showed off his exaggerated biceps to this guy, "My ears are not very good, please repeat what you just said."
(End of Chapter)