Chapter 1071: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

To be honest, Jack has killed a lot of big 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 tablets in the past month. If we want to find them, we can only start from the two aspects of production and sales."

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. I'll look for small fish first. Behind the small fish, there will be big fish, and behind the big fish, there will be sharks. This kind of thing is not difficult, but the production process will be a little more troublesome.

The economy has been sluggish 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 citrus poison is amphetamine drugs. Among chemicals, there is a category called precursor chemicals. It refers to substances such as precursors, raw materials, and chemical additives that can be used to make poisonous drugs.

He had considered this on the plane to Seoul. The first task assigned to Anna was to cooperate with Justin in investigating the recent flow of suspicious chemical raw materials in South Korea.

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 "on-the-spot inspections."

The reason why this kind of private investigation was conducted without telling the Korean police was not only because they were worried that another traitor would be revealed, but also because this method of going straight to the source would either yield nothing, or it might 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, he must have a sick mind to talk about "martial ethics."

Ma Xidao was indeed a man of action. He sent the location early the next morning and made an appointment to meet at the door of an Internet cafe.

When Jack drove up, 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 either. He took the still-warm fried dough sticks and soy milk and ate while walking away, "Did you find anything?"

Ma Xidao pointed to the rooftop of the Internet cafe, "Just above, there is a small drug dealer with 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 carry a gun, let alone a bulletproof vest. He couldn't help but frowned, "I told you that the guy you're dealing with this time is not ordinary. You plan to use your fists when the time comes." Against machine guns?"

Ma Xidao patted the Audi S6 that Jack drove, leaving a greasy slap mark on it, "Isn't there you? You don't know how troublesome it is for us to shoot and write reports."

Jack didn't feel bad that it wasn't his car. 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 a few broken sofas and folding tables in the middle. There are cigarette butts, cans and empty wine bottles on the floor.

However, they seemed to be late. At this time, there were already more than a dozen people lying staggered inside the iron fence. A boy wearing a red leather jacket and a sinister eyebrow was grabbing his ears and kneeling in front of two men, one tall and one short, sobbing.

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, had his eyes widened, as if he was surprised by the unusual appearance of the two of them.

"The purpose is the same as that of 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, is the injury on your arm healed?"

Lin Zheling subconsciously reached out and shook his hand, only to feel that it was greasy. His eyes fell on the half of the 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 mid-sentence, as if he had suddenly discovered a new world, "Wait a minute, how did you two meet?"

"Brother, you don't want to know about this." Lin Zheling looked serious.

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

Although the New York bombing and prisoner robbery case two months ago was a hot topic on the Internet, the control of the media by the United States is much better than that of the country across the Pacific.

The whole incident was portrayed as a terrorist attack against the NYPD police. There was no secret extradition, 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 didn't understand how the two guys in front of him, who theoretically should not have any intersection, could call each other's names.

"Hey, don't worry about it 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 wrong, 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 with his knees.

"Tell me where these things came from."

This slap almost made the guy's eyes pop out, and he immediately fell to the ground and howled.

"This is the first time for us to do this. It's really the first time. We don't know anything. The other party said that they would leave this thing with us and asked us to help consign it."

"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."