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Chapter 379 Cleaning the Small Temple
In Wu Ke's mind, Jia Dong must have chickened out and slowed down because he didn't dare to continue speeding on the mountain road. His next step should have been to take a gun and kill him.

But to his surprise, after slowing down, the other party did not choose to fight back with a gun, but instead turned the car around and drove straight down the cliff!

The off-road vehicle broke through the guardrail and soared into the air like a Tibetan antelope leaping over a cliff.

The only difference is that one leaps over a cliff, while the other plunges into an abyss.

Wu Ke slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road, then quickly got out of the car to check.

As soon as he peeked out, a wave of heat hit him from below, knocking him to the ground.

Immediately following was a deafening roar.

The off-road vehicle turned into a fireball, rolling endlessly down the hillside.

Fortunately, the area is mostly rocky with little vegetation, otherwise the fire department would have had to make a trip there.

"What...what's going on?"

Wu Ke was dumbfounded.

Based on his experience, he judged that the explosion was definitely caused by a high-explosive bomb.

But what's the point of putting a bomb in your own car?
perish together?

On this mountain road, a slight misstep could lead to utter ruin.

With the power of the explosion, taking me away would be no problem at all.

If Jia Dong was truly desperate and had nowhere else to turn, he should have stopped the car and taken Jia Dong with him.

Since you're going to die anyway, why not let yourself go?

This is precisely what puzzled Wu Ke.

Wu Ke briefly checked the surroundings, then returned to the car and retrieved the video from the vehicle's surveillance camera.

After confirming that Jia Dong did not jump out of the car just before leaping off the cliff, they drove back to the woods they had been in earlier.

"Captain Wu, are you alright?"

Upon seeing Wu Ke return in his armored vehicle, Jin Ping'an, who was shivering alone in the pitch-black woods, immediately approached him.

"Let's go up the mountain first."

Wu Ke couldn't figure out Jia Dong's purpose for this trip, so he could only put the matter aside for the time being.

Compared to Jia Dong, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, the drug den on the mountain was their main target this time.

The villagers had long been awakened by the gunfight on the mountain.

However, according to intelligence from the assault team, most of the drug dealers were already dead.

With his employer gone, Wu Ke no longer needed to pay attention to the road watchers at the foot of the mountain and drove straight up the mountain.

Wu Ke led Jin Ping'an into the small temple.

Upon smelling the strong stench of blood in the temple, Jin Ping'an subconsciously frowned.

Fortunately, the corpses in the courtyard were all intact; if he had seen the dismembered corpses in the main hall, he would have vomited.

The two did not linger in the courtyard. Instead, led by one of the team members, they entered a side room and then went down the stairs to the basement.

As soon as they entered, Wu Ke and Jin Ping'an's gazes fell simultaneously on a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

After all, the room was full of fully armed special police officers, and he was the only one wearing a white dustproof suit.

This sense of presence is like a fly landing on the head of a balding programmer.

Wu Ke, with a stern face, asked in a deep voice, "You're the poison master they hired?"

The man lowered his head, looking dejected: "Yes."

If they fall into the hands of the anti-drug squad, their future fate will be almost no different from that of the corpses mentioned above, and may even be worse.

After all, before dying, one must endure the fear of the death penalty approaching day by day.

How could a man possibly be spirited when faced with an inevitable outcome?

Wu Ke has seen many people who only realize their fear when death is imminent.

After confirming the man's true identity, a small team was dispatched to escort him back to the anti-drug squad.

The rest of the people stayed behind to deal with the corpses and the room full of chemical materials.

"Are these all raw materials for making drugs?"

With nothing else to do, Jin Ping'an pointed to the plastic bucket in the corner and asked, "Don't I remember that the raw material for wheat flour is pressed sheets?"

Wu Ke glanced at the basement, which resembled a small chemical plant, and said in a low voice, "What's being produced here isn't traditional medicine, but new drugs synthesized through chemical processes."

Compared to traditional tableting, products obtained through chemical synthesis are more advanced.

Not only are the costs 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 diligently, there are plenty of ways to bypass those few controlled substances and synthesize the things you want through other means.

Alternatively, you could use other materials to synthesize the controlled substance yourself first, and then synthesize ice.

Moreover, as long as there are enough materials, the output far exceeds that of traditional goods.

Jin Ping'an's eyes widened: "This is ice? No wonder the clues were so hard to find."

"There's not only ice, but also other things."

Wu Ke shook his head: "What gives us the biggest headache is not the first-generation traditional products synthesized through diacetylmorphine, but these second- and third-generation new products."

These things can be synthesized using chemical agents, making them more concealed and harder to track. As you said, catching these guys almost entirely depends on leads from informants.

Wu Ke's eyes darted around, and he pointed to the two plates of crystals on the table that hadn't yet been packaged, continuing, "These things have extremely high market value."

The purchase price per gram from others is around one hundred yuan. If you synthesize it yourself, the cost of raw materials and other miscellaneous expenses will be much higher.

The cost per gram, when spread out, is actually only a few dollars or a dozen dollars, and at most it will not exceed fifty dollars.

But do you know how much these things cost on the black market? A gram of high-purity ice can sell for at least six or seven hundred, or even over a thousand.

With profits potentially dozens of times higher than the initial investment, countless people take the risk every day. This is the real reason why, no matter how hard we crack down on drugs, we can't eradicate them.

At this point, Section Chief Wu let out a sigh of relief, his eyes revealing a lingering weariness.

What they were fighting against was never these chemicals, but an immortal monster made up of human desires.

Jin Ping'an unconsciously bit his lip, looking at everything in the basement with a complicated expression.

Tons of chemical raw materials were piled up in the corner, categorized by type.

If all of these were made into finished products, how heavy would they be?
If all these things were to leak out, how many families would be harmed?
If there are underground laboratories like this in Chika City, then there are many...

One hypothesis after another flashed through Jin Ping'an's mind.

"...I don't have anything to do with the criminal investigation team for now. If you need my help in the future, just contact me directly."

"Ah."

………………

Ai Liang opened her eyes in her own bedroom.

The remaining consciousness and mental connection of Jia Dong have completely disappeared, which means that he is dead beyond any doubt.

A mental puppet is merely a tool for transmitting consciousness.

It does not possess any special abilities or physical constitution.

Aside from carrying spiritual weight, they, like normal people, need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves to maintain their lives.

For example, the puppet of the Thousand-Faced Man still behaves and acts according to the original body before he lowers his will, and others cannot see any clues.

The only difference is that the Thousand-Faced Man prefers to use people with bizarre adaptive constitutions as his mental puppets, rather than ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)