NOVEL WEB Chapter 263 King
As dusk approached, after dinner, Allen Zhang took a brief rest before calling some disciples from the Beggar Gang to run errands.
Leaving a few people to continue guarding the camp, the others split into two groups, heading for Little Rock and Black Heart Clinic respectively.
The General Sect Leader personally took action and brought a few people to the Motorcycle Gang's cannabis greenhouse plantation.
It took half an hour to reach the vicinity of the destination. They parked the car in a small alley. This was an industrial building area where there were hardly any people to be seen at night, with Bai Ge's graffiti on the walls, as if afraid that others wouldn't know it was their territory.
Across the street at the factory entrance, the lights were on, two pickup trucks were parked, and a few people got off, entered a code on the warehouse door and went inside, soon coming out with several boxes.
Two guys, wearing aprons and bare-assed with gas masks, followed them out, gesturing and pointing.
It was too far to hear clearly what they were saying, so Allen Zhang simply took out an audio receiver, put on headphones, turned up the volume. After some crackling static, eavesdropping became exceptionally clear.
"Be gentle, for Christ's sake, these are freshly made leaves, Fxxk, it's really too hot inside there. After work, I'm definitely going to relax with some hookers."
"With the sale of these goods, we can make at least 200,000 US Dollars. There's another batch of leaves maturing in a couple of days, then we can flip it to the informant at the neighboring town's police station; they get their merit, and we earn a bit more."
The two of them, bare-assed, puffed clouds of smoke at the doorway. The Motorcycle Gang's juniors, sweaty and toiling, loaded up the goods, waved and said, "Doc, unless there's anything else, we're gonna take off."
"Get lost, idiot! I spend half of my 24-hour day in this damn factory. Make sure tomorrow before work to find me some hookers cleaned and ready in my trailer, so I can relax a bit after work." The two cursed and swore, spewing profanity.
The Motorcycle Gang's juniors didn't care, used to such behavior; after all, these guys really had the ability.
"Our boss also asked us, when will the batch of meth be ready?"
"We're currently researching new varieties, should be ready in a couple of days, what's the rush? Didn't the last batch you sold to Los Angeles get wiped clean? From now on, you better go to small places like bars or street corners to sell." Dr. Tom snorted in disdain.
"We can't get high prices in small places." The Motorcycle Gang junior expressed difficulty.
"Running a few extra trips won't kill you! I can tell you have no economic sense! Get out of my sight, we're about to finish up and clock out too." Dr. Tom cursed.
The Motorcycle Gang junior left resentfully, driving away from the street.
Allen Zhang watched the Motorcycle Gang juniors leave, took out the crime tools, pulled out a silencer gun specifically for firing anesthetic needles, and handed it to a Beggar Gang disciple.
"Go, deal with those two."
"Leave it to me." The Beggar Gang disciple got out of the car, climbed the wall, and stealthily ran to the rooftop, set up the silenced rifle, looked at the two at the doorway through a fourfold scope, adjusted the sight, and pulled the trigger.
Pop pop, two shots, directly firing anesthetic needles.
Dr. Tom turned to enter the building, only to suddenly feel a hit on his buttocks and couldn't help but scream out, immediately clutching his butt and collapsing on the ground, "Oh! My ass!!"
Next to him, Dr. Snoopy was shocked, "What's wrong with you?"
Just as he was about to check, another anesthetic needle was shot over, hitting him precisely in the neck. With a yelp, he clutched his neck and collapsed as well.
Within seconds, the two fainted. Lying on the ground, silent.
You gotta admit, Dr. Jerry's chemical concoctions were really useful!
Allen Zhang saw the two motionless and simply got out of the car with his men, came to the factory entrance, glanced at the two bare-assed men, and had the Beggar Gang disciples tie them up and lift them into the car.
He pushed open the door and walked into the greenhouse within the factory, a wave of heat hitting him face-on, the temperature was very high, made one want to sweat in an instant.
Looking around, the factory was filled with pot after pot of lush green leaves, wrapped in plastic film. On the tables were some dried leaves, dehydrated and ready to be sold in the market or on the streets, a bag costing a few hundred dollars.
The Beggar Gang disciples searched with guns, found nothing besides leaves and several boxes of half-finished meth in liquid, after the men who had left.
Coming over to report: "Boss, besides those people who left earlier, there are just these leaves and meth. Also two mobile phones, how should we dispose of these things?"
Allen Zhang took the mobiles, glanced through, the contacts were all hookers.
He wasn't interested in Bai Ge's Motorcycle Gang people; without the two who helped plant leaves and make meth, they'd disband in a few days.
Looking at the leafy greenery thriving in the greenhouse; such a energetic and vigorous scene, he immediately gestured, "Burn it."
This stuff was harmful to keep around anyway.
"Alright."
The Beggar Gang disciple immediately went to the storeroom, grabbed a can of gasoline, doused it over the leaves and various tools, cut the factory's power, and set it ablaze.