In Wu Ke's imagination, Jia Dong was probably too scared to continue racing on this mountain road, so he slowed down. The next step was to kill him with a gun.
But he didn't expect that after slowing down, the other party did not choose to resist with a gun, but turned the car around and rushed down the cliff!
The off-road vehicle broke through the guardrail and soared into the air like a Tibetan antelope leaping over a cliff.
It's just that one of them is jumping over the cliff, and the other is falling into the abyss.
Wu Ke braked suddenly and stopped on the side of the road, and quickly got out of the car to check.
As soon as he poked his head out, a wave of heat hit him from bottom to top, pushing him to the ground.
Then there was a loud roar.
The off-road vehicle turned into a ball of fire and rolled continuously on the hillside.
Fortunately, there are rocks and little vegetation nearby, otherwise the fire brigade would have to make a trip.
"What...what's going on?"
Wu Ke was dumbfounded.
Based on his experience, the explosion just now was definitely caused by a powerful bomb.
But what does it mean to install a bomb in your car?
perish together?
If you are not careful on this mountain road, you will fall into an eternal fate.
With the power of the explosion just now, it will definitely not be a problem to take him away.
If Jia Dong was desperate and desperate, he should have stopped the car and taken himself with him.
It's all death anyway, why should you let yourself go?
This is exactly what Wu Ke is confused about.
Wu Ke briefly checked the surrounding situation, then returned to the car and retrieved the video from the on-board surveillance.
After making sure that Jia Dong did not jump out of the car just before jumping off the cliff, he drove back to the woods.
"Captain Wu, are you okay?"
Seeing Wu Ke coming back in an explosion-proof vehicle, Jin Ping'an, who was shivering alone in the woods where he couldn't see his fingers, immediately came over.
"Go to the mountain first."
Wu Ke couldn't see through Jia Dong's purpose at all, so he could only put the matter aside for now.
Compared with Jia Dong and Cheng Yaojin who came out halfway, the drug den on the mountain was their main target this time.
The residents of the village had long been awakened by the gun battle on the mountain.
But according to the on-site intelligence from the commando team, the drug dealers were almost dead.
With all his employers gone, Wu Ke naturally didn't need to pay attention to the street watchers at the bottom of the mountain and drove straight up the mountain.
Wu Ke led Jin Pingan into the small temple.
Smelling the strong smell of blood in the temple, Jin Pingan frowned subconsciously.
Fortunately, all the corpses in the yard were intact. If he saw the broken corpses in the lobby, he would have to spit them out.
The two did not stay in the yard for a long time. Instead, under the leadership of one of the team members, they walked into a side room and then followed the stairs to the basement.
As soon as they entered the door, Wu Ke and Jin Pingan's eyes fell on a middle-aged man with eyes.
After all, in a room full of heavily armed SWAT police officers, he was the only one wearing a white dust-proof suit.
This sense of presence is like a fly landing on the head of a balding programmer.
Wu Ke asked with a straight face, "Are you the poison master they invited?"
The man lowered his head and said with a depressed expression: "Yes."
If it falls into the hands of the anti-narcotics team, its future fate will be almost the same as, or even worse than, the corpse above.
After all, before you die, you have to bear the fear of the death penalty approaching day by day.
Facing the doomed outcome, how could a man's spirit be so high-spirited?
Wu Ke has seen a lot of people who are afraid only when they are about to die.
After confirming the man's true identity, a team was sent to escort him back to the anti-narcotics team.
The remaining people stayed to dispose of the corpse and a room full of chemical raw materials.
"These are the raw materials for making drugs?"
Jin Ping'an, who was idle, pointed to the plastic bucket in the corner and asked: "Didn't I remember that the raw material of white noodles is pressed into tablets?"
Wu Ke glanced at the basement that looked like a small chemical factory and whispered: "What is made here is not traditional goods, but new drugs synthesized through chemical synthesis."
Compared with traditional tableting, it is obtained through chemical synthesis.
Not only is the cost lower, but the raw materials are also much easier to obtain.
With the development of modern chemistry, as long as you are willing to study carefully, there are many ways to bypass those controlled substances and synthesize what you want through other ways.
Or simply use other materials to synthesize the control substance yourself first, and then synthesize it into ice.
And as long as there are enough materials, the output far exceeds that of traditional products.
Jin Pingan's eyes widened: "Are these ices? No wonder the clues are so hard to find."
"There's not just ice, there's something else."
Wu Ke shook his head: "What troubles us most is not the first-generation traditional products synthesized from diacetylmorphine, but these second- and third-generation new products.
These things can be synthesized through chemical preparations, are more concealed, and are more difficult to track. As you said, if you want to catch these guys, you can almost only rely on the clues of informants."
Wu Ke rolled his eyes, pointed to the two plates of crystals on the table that had not yet been packaged, and continued: "The market price of these things is extremely high.
When purchasing from others, the purchase price per gram is about one hundred yuan. If you synthesize it yourself, including raw materials and other miscellaneous costs.
When the cost per gram is divided equally, it is actually only a few yuan or a dozen yuan, and the maximum will not exceed fifty yuan.
But do you know how much these things cost on the black market? One gram of high-purity ice can sell for at least 600, 700, or even thousands.
With profit returns of dozens of times, countless people take desperate risks every day, and this is the real reason why no matter how we fight against drugs, we cannot eliminate them."
Section Chief Wu breathed a sigh of relief when he said this, with lingering fatigue appearing in his eyes.
What they are fighting against has never been these chemicals, but an immortal monster composed of human desires.
Jin Pingan bit his lip unconsciously and looked at everything in the basement with a complicated expression.
Tons of chemical raw materials are piled in the corner by categories.
How much would it weigh if it were all made into a finished product?
If all these things were leaked out, how many families would be harmed?
If there are underground laboratories like this, there are many in Qianhua City...
Hypotheses flashed through Jin Pingan's mind.
"...I don't have anything to do with the criminal police team for now. If you need my help in the future, just contact me directly."
"Um."
………………
Ai Liang, who was in his bedroom, opened his eyes.
Jia Dong's remaining consciousness and spiritual connection completely disappeared, which meant that he was already dead and could no longer die.
The mental puppet is just a tool used to transmit consciousness.
It does not possess any special abilities or constitution.
In addition to carrying the spirit like this, they need to eat, drink, and drink to maintain life activities just like normal people.
For example, the puppet of the Thousand-Faced Man, before he lowered his will, still behaved according to the original behavior, and others could not see any clues.
It's just that the Thousand-Faced Man prefers to find people with strangely adapted physiques as spiritual puppets than ordinary people.