Chapter 826 The Way to Death

However, unfortunately, when Jack led the team to sneak into the monastery, what he saw was not the armed nuns in someone's fantasy, but a group of tightly wrapped nuns over 40 or even 50 years old.

In a warehouse of the monastery, these nuns, wearing thick black nun uniforms, leather gloves and 3M masks, were grinding pieces of semi-finished phenolphthalein with extremely high purity into powder, mixing them with other additives and poisons, and then repackaging them.

After such things flow into the streets, they are still very "powerful" good goods, and the price is extremely high, which is not something that ordinary drug addicts can enjoy.

In order to reduce the price, street drug dealers will continue to mix some veterinary sedatives into these "powerful" good goods as cheap additives, which can effectively prolong the so-called "pleasure" time while reducing the purity.

Of course, this veterinary sedative called "xylazine" is also far more harmful to the human body than ordinary poisons. From its other nickname, we can see how terrible its effectiveness is-"zombie drug".

After using "xylazine", addicts will have large ulcers at the injection site, bleeding, permanent damage to local nerves, and long-term unconsciousness.

Kensington Street in Philadelphia is full of homeless people who have been injected with this drug. They are half-dressed, covered with rotten wounds, covered with flies and fleas, and some are even missing arms and legs. They wander the streets like zombies, like a real version of the zombie siege.

In Jack's previous life, this place has become a check-in place for all kinds of Internet celebrities. They drive back and forth on this several-kilometer-long street to shoot these zombies, and get a lot of clicks and attention on various social platforms.

However, this attention is not out of sympathy or pity for these addicts, but simply out of curiosity and ugliness.

Jack doesn't know whether these nuns and matrons are forced to work in the drug industry. At least the dean of this monastery is definitely not innocent, but it doesn't seem to be ironic.

Just like the Buddhist temples and nunneries that harbored filth in Chinese history, in European and American history, monasteries in some places were also called "noble women's branches". Thinking this way, it seems reasonable.

Squatting under the warehouse window to observe the situation inside, Jack was slightly disappointed. Of course, it was not because he did not see the beautiful nun wearing garters, but because almost no one inside carried weapons.

No weapons means no resistance, and if there is no resistance, then there is only arrest. Jack rubbed his face to hide the disappointment in his eyes and gestured to others.

Everyone pulled up the night vision goggles, took out the gas masks that had been prepared long ago and put them on their faces. The reason why the poison is called the poison is, of course, because it is extremely deadly.

Take the poisons they are about to face as an example. Only two milligrams of high-purity phenolphthalein can kill people. Don't be fooled by the scenes shown in movies and TV shows.

Just like the forensic doctors in almost all film and television works do not wear masks, when the police raid such poison scenes, they rush in without protection just to let the actors show their faces.

In addition to the gas masks, Jack's teammates, the Marshals Service agents and all the SWAT team members behind him all carry several injectable naloxones just in case. It is the most effective antidote for opiate drugs.

The headset occasionally receives reports from other teams confirming their positions. Jack looks at Maldonado, who is talking to a 60-year-old old lady in the warehouse, and Louis, who is still dressed as a priest, and presses the call button on the headset.

"Target confirmed, request action."

"Action!" Following Jubal's order, a SWAT team member raised a battering ram and hit the door lock hard. After a loud bang, the door of the drug warehouse with a sign "Ladies' Lounge" opened.

"FBI! Don't move!"

"Don't move! Let me see your hands."

"USMS! Don't move!"

"Da da da!" Jack and Clay, who were at the front, fired at the same time, shooting two old ladies who reached under the table to try to take out the submachine gun to fight back.

"Ah! Help!"

Screams suddenly broke out in the warehouse. Most of the nuns were so scared that they squatted on the spot and dared not resist. The fake priest Louis, who was pointed at by several assault rifles, also threw away the Uzi submachine gun in his hand and raised his hands high.

"Fuck you, you lingering cops!"

A ridiculous scene appeared. Maldonado, who seemed to be frightened by the sudden appearance of the police, moved half a step without leaving any trace, and suddenly stretched out his hand to strangle the neck of the old woman in front of him, and pointed the gun at her head.

"Put down the gun! Don't be stupid! You still have a chance to get out of here alive." The old bailiff Samuels was very experienced. While issuing a warning, he kept going around and stood to the right of the two people, blocking the only passage at the moment.

Clay went around to the left without saying a word, and the muzzle of the gun was steadily pointed at Maldonado's head.

"I won't go with you."

Maldonado's old face was full of despair and madness. His left hand tightly strangled the old woman's neck, and kept shaking her left and right, trying to use her body to cover himself.

The golden cross hanging on the old woman's chest kept swinging because of Maldonado's movements and the struggle of its owner. The Son of God on the cross showed compassion and silently watched the absurd scene.

"You have no way to escape, Maldonado, let her go, only in this way can you have a chance to survive."

Jack talked nonsense, pointed the MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle steadily at the man's head and walked forward quickly until the two sides were only seven or eight meters apart.

"Stop, I will kill her if you come forward, don't even think about it, I spent such a big price, and I am only one step away from success!"

Maldonado shook his head a little crazy, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and his originally gray hair was dyed into a strange brown color by hair dye, tightly attached to the scalp, looking a little funny.

Shaking his head, Jack couldn't help but feel a little irritated. Just stand there and don't move, and let me shoot you in the head, isn't it?

He was suffering from the aftereffects of a big battle during the day. Just now, he felt that the old ladies and nuns were all pretty and good-looking. The abstinence uniforms and the like really had an effect.

"OK, OK, you won. Please don't hurt this old lady. You were raised by a 'kind-hearted person' like her since you were a child, right? Hey, look at me. I'll put down my weapon to show my sincerity.

Let's talk it over. There will be a way. There will always be a way, right?"

Jack started talking nonsense seriously and put the MDX508 in his hand on the table beside him. His hands were hanging down, and his fingertips had touched the quick-draw holster on the outside of his right leg without leaving any trace.

"Leave here, leave this room and talk again. I..."

"Bang!" Maldonado suddenly had a bloody hole on his forehead. A 7.5mm bullet accurately made a hole in his head. The bullet flew out of the back of his head and nailed into the wall behind him.

The secret of American Iaijutsu - "gun drawing technique" is here!