The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1071 Enemies meet on a narrow road
To be honest, Jack has taken down many big drug lords, but when it comes to ordinary drug trafficking cases, he may not be as experienced as criminal police like Ma Xidao.

"If we assume that they really have the production capacity, it can indeed explain the overwhelming number of oxaline tablets in the past month. If we want to find them, we can only start from the two links of production and sales."

Ma Xidao just likes to solve problems with his fists most of the time, but when it comes to using his brain, he is far superior to his useless colleagues.

“For sales, I can ask through informants and find small fish first. Behind the small fish are big fish, and behind the big fish are sharks. This kind of thing is not difficult, but the production process is more troublesome.

The economy has been bad in recent years, and there are abandoned industrial areas and warehouses everywhere around Seoul. Perhaps we can investigate the source of chemical raw materials. There are only so many raw materials that can be used to make tannins, right? "

Jack nodded. The main component of narcotics is amphetamine drugs. There is a category of chemicals called easy-to-make DU chemicals. These are the precursors, raw materials and chemical additives that can be used to make narcotics.

He had thought about this on the plane to Seoul, and the first task assigned to Anna was to cooperate with Justin to investigate the recent flow of suspicious chemical raw materials in South Korea.

One of them was responsible for hacking into the Seoul Police Agency system to collect relevant information, while the other pretended to be a purchasing representative of a famous German pharmaceutical company to conduct a "field inspection."

The reason for conducting this private investigation without telling the South Korean police was not only because they were worried about a traitor or something like that, but also because this method of going straight to the source would either yield nothing or might directly expose Zhang Mingjun's hiding place.

If he could just shoot this guy dead, Jack would never go through the complicated process of arrest and extradition.

How sick must he be to talk about "martial ethics" for a terrorist and the organization he leads who are capable of flying a suicide drone and detonating an IED on the streets of Manhattan.

Ma Xidao is indeed a man of action. He sent his location early the next morning and arranged to meet at the entrance of an Internet cafe.

When Jack drove over, he saw the guy chewing on a fried dough stick with his mouth full of oil and holding a plastic bag in his hand.

"I remembered you liked this restaurant, so I brought you some."

Jack didn't bother to be polite with him. He took the still warm dough sticks and soy milk and ate them while walking. "Did you find anything?"

Ma Xidao pointed to the rooftop of the Internet cafe and said, "There is a small drug dealer up there with a dozen of his men. The transaction is done online. After the buyer places an order and pays, he uses a motorcycle to deliver the goods."

Jack looked him up and down and found that he didn't even have a gun, let alone a bulletproof vest. He frowned and said, "I told you that the guy we're dealing with this time is not an ordinary guy. Are you going to use your fists to deal with the machine gun?"

Ma Xidao patted the Audi S6 that Jack was driving, leaving a greasy slap mark on it. "Aren't you still there? You know how troublesome it is for us to write reports when we shoot."

Jack didn't feel bad that it wasn't his car. He just sighed and opened the trunk and threw him a bulletproof vest, "Then you should at least wear this."

One of them was eating fried dough sticks and drinking soy milk, while the other was awkwardly putting on a bulletproof vest. After passing a row of motorcycles, he walked up the iron ladder to the rooftop and went straight to an illegal building surrounded by thin iron sheets.

There are two container houses inside the iron fence, with a few broken sofas and folding tables in the middle, and the floor is littered with cigarette butts, cans and empty wine bottles.

However, they seemed to be too late. There were already more than a dozen people lying in a mess inside the iron fence. A boy wearing a red leather jacket and with shifty eyes was kneeling in front of two men, one tall and one short, holding his ears and crying.

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, while the short one was ugly. They were all familiar faces. "Brother Zhentai? Why are you here? When did your network investigation team start catching drug dealers?" Ma Xidao was a little surprised to see the short and ugly man.

Jack next to him not only recognized the ugly one as the insignificant detective Jiang Zhentai, but also recognized the handsome one, Lieutenant Colonel Lin Zheling from the north.

"Eh? Why are you two here? Why did you, the FBI, show up again?"

Jiang Zhentai, who was holding a bag of red pills in his hand, had his eyes wide open, as if he was surprised by the abnormal behavior of the two people.

"I have the same goal as your friend from the north." Jack smiled and took the initiative to extend his right hand to Lin Zheling. "Long time no see, Lieutenant Colonel Lin Zheling, is the injury on your arm healed?"

Lin Zheling subconsciously stretched out his hand to make a fist, only to feel something greasy in his hand. His eyes fell on the half-eaten fried dough stick in Jack's left hand, and he subconsciously clenched his fist.

"Thank you for your concern, Agent Tawoler. It was just a few bruises. We were the first to arrive here today. Can you please make way?" These words came out from between his teeth.

"Xidao is one of us, and so is Jack. Why should we give way to him?"

Jiang Zhentai was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly seemed to have discovered a new world. "Wait, how did you two know each other?"

"Brother, you don't want to know about this." Lin Zheling said with a serious face.

"Do you really want to know?" Jack's expression was half-smile.

Although the New York bombing and prisoner robbery case two months ago caused a sensation on the Internet, the United States' ability to control the media is much better than that of the country across the Pacific Ocean.

The entire incident was portrayed as a terrorist attack against the NYPD. There was no secret rendition, no escaped prisoners, and no country north of the peninsula.

Jiang Zhentai touched 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 theoretically should not have any contact with each other, could call each other's names.

"Hey, don't worry about that for now." Ma Xidao could probably guess what was going on. After all, Jack didn't hide anything from him.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little strange, he took the bag of red pills from Jiang Zhentai and slapped the boy on the head who was kneeling on the ground and moving back little by little on his knees.

"Tell me where these things came from."

This slap almost popped the guy's eyeballs out, and he immediately fell to the ground and howled like a ghost.

"It's the first time for us to do this. It's really the first time. We don't know anything. The other party asked us to help consign it for sale."

"Hmm?" Ma Xidao rolled up his sleeves and showed his exaggerated biceps to this guy, "My hearing is not very good, please repeat what you just said."

(End of this chapter)