Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 279 Dr. Li and Boss Luo
Evening, Zhongshan Police Station, third-floor office
"Hey, that pompadour hairstyle!"

As soon as Xu Chaofan entered the room, he slumped into a chair and began to sigh, "Chen Shu, I really miss those petty thieves."

Chen Shu patted Xu Chaofan on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged. At least we know he didn't tip off his accomplices."

Xu Chaofan clicked his tongue a few times in shock: "Generally speaking, if someone is smoking by themselves, one or two grams at a time is about right. This brat brought so much at once, isn't he afraid of smoking himself to death? But Lao Xi was caught last night, it's been almost 24 hours now, won't it be exposed?"

Chen Shu waved his hand: "This period of time is not long. For drug addicts, they can go without sleep for several days and nights after one session, but then they will sleep for one or two days in a row. So as long as they are out of contact within 24 hours or even 48 hours, it is a normal phenomenon in the eyes of people in their circle."

"Unless today is the day to pick up the goods. But we found several dozen grams of stock in his house earlier, so he shouldn't be restocking, and there's a high probability that he wasn't exposed. By the way, you need to go to the branch office to apply for an extension, because we'll need to use this old man again."

Chen Shu planned to use Lao Xi's case as a breakthrough to eradicate the entire manufacturing and trafficking network hidden in Dongzhou City.

Just thinking about it makes me feel incredibly accomplished!
After returning to Zhongshan, he went to the conference room and moved the portable whiteboard to his office. He took a bunch of A4 paper printed with case-related information and photos and identity information of the suspects, such as Lao Xi and Da Feiji. He pasted them on the whiteboard according to his own logic, and then used a whiteboard marker to draw lines to connect them or circle important places.

Chen Shu pointed a thick pen at a picture that read "New Factory (5 people)" and joked, "Brother Xu, it's on your turf. How does it feel?"

After unlocking the phone on the large aircraft, Chen Shu used a food delivery app on the phone to directly locate the new factory's geographical location. Then, through the internal network system, he searched for food delivery and express delivery services at that address and obtained five more different phone numbers.

In other words, there are at least five criminal suspects at the factory.

Xu Chaofan's expression froze for a moment before he managed a wry smile: "Chief Chen, aren't there a lot of people? Why don't we just transfer the leads to the anti-drug team?"

Drug-related cases are not like other cases handled by the police station on a daily basis, such as gambling, prostitution, and theft. The former are severely punished, and those caught either die or spend half their lives in an iron cage, so it is common for them to put up a stubborn resistance.

For example, the fact that one of the accomplices, Da Jifei, jumped off the building without making any judgment upon hearing the noise of the door being broken down shows that this group of people were fully aware of the consequences of their capture, to the point that they were all desperate criminals.

Xu Chaofan's meaning was clear: this case was too dangerous, and the police station couldn't handle it.

Chen Shu laughed and said, "How long has it been since our branch's anti-drug squad handled a case? If we report a case to them, guess what the most likely outcome will be?"

As he spoke, he raised his voice and imitated the tone of a news anchor: "It is reported that recently, under the leadership of the Anti-Drug Brigade of the branch bureau, in conjunction with the Zhongshan Police Station and the Dongming Police Station, a major drug manufacturing case was cracked, three criminal suspects were arrested, and a certain amount of drugs were seized."

"Hehe, we have all the clues, and we did the preliminary work. Even if you submit the case, in the end, it's still just the two of us handling it, but the team will take the lion's share of the credit, believe it or not?"

Xu Chaofan understood this principle, pondered for a moment, and could only helplessly accept this fact.

Generally speaking, factories or workshops that manufacture drugs are built in remote suburbs, remote villages, or even deep in the mountains and forests.

In the case of drug manufacturing in the city, there are only two possibilities: either the criminals haven't fully mastered the technology yet and are conducting small-scale trials in familiar areas, and once production increases, they will immediately move the operation out.

The case of the large aircraft is an example of this; another possibility is that the criminals have a distorted thought process and believe that the most dangerous place is the safest place.

In the early morning, inside a villager's house in Yangyi Street.

A thin man wearing extremely thick glasses sat in a chair in the northwest corner of the room, leaning against the table and intently flipping through a book. To his right lay an open notebook filled with notes.

In the middle of the room were some bottles and jars, as well as experimental equipment such as an oven, iron stand, and alcohol lamp, making it look a bit like a school chemistry lab. It wasn't a big place, but it had everything you needed for doing naughty things.

At that moment, a tall, imposing middle-aged man with a shaved head gently pushed open the door and walked in. He had an ugly scar on his face, which stretched from the right corner of his mouth to below his right earlobe, making it clear at a glance that he was a brave and aggressive person.

The fierce-looking man bowed as he walked over to the bespectacled man, his tone surprisingly polite: "Dr. Li, still studying? The last shipment we made received positive feedback from the customer, who said the results have improved significantly. It's now almost as good as what we've seen in Dongguang."

Seeing the other person's delighted expression, Dr. Li put down his book and said with a smile, "Not by much? Then it's still inferior to other people's products. I'll think of some ways to try and improve the purity a bit more."

"Dr. Li, we were just getting hungry and were about to have a late-night snack. Shall I order one for you too?" The man's tone was quite natural, but it carried a hint of ingratiation.

Dr. Li frowned and shook his head, scolding, "Boss Luo, didn't we agree a few days ago not to order takeout? Our business is vital, it's best not to let outsiders come and go as they please."

Despite his fierce appearance and wolf-like physique, Boss Luo lowered his head like a schoolboy being scolded by his teacher, explaining, "Dr. Li, I've made all the arrangements. My wife will be here in two days, and she'll be cooking for everyone."

Dr. Li waved his hand, somewhat impatiently interrupting the other party's explanation: "Alright, that's settled then."

Seeing that the other person had picked up the book again and was no longer paying attention to anything else, Luo Laoda tiptoed out of the room.

He gently closed the door and led a tall, thin man with a wooden shovel tucked into his waistband, who had been guarding the door, outside.

The tall, thin man spoke up in defense of him, saying, "Boss Luo, we kindly came over to ask him if he wanted a midnight snack, but we got scolded instead. He's a heartless bastard."

Boss Luo smiled but didn't say anything. In his heart, he knew that Dr. Li was his cash cow. If it weren't for the fact that this guy was stimulated by his family and had a short-circuit in his mind, he would have run to him to do this head-risking job.

With his doctoral degree from a 985 university, he could easily find a stable job anywhere.

The two walked quickly to a spot not far from the houses, and went inside the pigsty in the same courtyard.

"Boss Luo!"

"Boss, you're here."

"Boss."

Unlike the quiet night outside, the closed pigsty was brightly lit and bustling with activity. Several people who looked like workers were wearing thin clothes and working enthusiastically inside.

The small room was filled with dozens of aluminum and plastic containers of various sizes.

The container contained an ink-like liquid and a brownish-brown paste-like solid, emitting a strong, pungent odor that caused watery eyes and difficulty breathing after a short time.

Because of concerns about odor leaks and noise, the doors and windows of the pigsty are sealed with very thick sponge cloth, which at least makes people feel safe visually.

Several powerful ovens were running non-stop, and although it was winter, the house was warm and steamy, with a strange smell wafting through the room.

(End of this chapter)