The next day.

San Diego woke up again in the sunlight.

The intense gunfight that occurred in a warehouse seemed to have never existed.

Well, in the United States, that's just an ordinary case.

However, the investigation still needs to be carried out.

The DEA Rapid Response Team, led by Captain Hank.

Came to the place that had been burned down to ruins.

The reason for DEA being in charge of the investigation.

Is actually quite simple.

Although, there aren't many people nearby.

But there are indeed some.

When the fire started, the local residents quickly entered a very peculiar state.

Some had unsteady footsteps, some felt dizzy, some wore strange smiles, even those who tried not to smile but couldn't hold back.

How bizarre!

But these symptoms were extremely obvious.

Thus, the DEA was called in.

If Zhou Mo Sen knew about this matter.

Our Dr. Zhou would surely tell Owen.

How is your history studies?

Didn't learn about the Opium Wars?

That was taught in middle school!

Oh, right, they don't study this.

Back to Captain Hank.

In front of him was a chaotic mess, burnt and disorderly.

And even now, that smell still lingered.

"Be careful, don't get high as well."

"Yes, sir!"

But what can be found here?

"Looks like we need a forensic expert."

"Boss, the forensic team is already here."

"What? Where?"

Hank's subordinate pointed out two guys nearby, dancing in some incomprehensible jig.

Oh, got it.

The forensic team had been compromised.

What to do now?

Hank had to use a handkerchief to cover his nose and mouth.

"Investigate whatever you can."

That's all that can be done for now.

Luckily, his team soon made a discovery.

"Boss, we found a Desert Eagle and Magnum bullets."

Oh?

Hank furrowed his brow, sensing the complexity of the situation.

The Desert Eagle, indeed, is often criticized by many.

Using the regular version would be laughed at as a gimmick for novice showoffs.

But if it's the Magnum version, that's different.

Typically, only the military or certain special individuals would use such a weapon.

With drugs and this Magnum now...

"Report back to headquarters, possible arrival of a big South American drug lord."

This judgment indeed has some merit.

...

Palm Springs.

In the past few years, it has been favored by America's middle class and affluent groups.

Even many millionaires like to invest here.

The main advantage is the beautiful scenery.

This was originally a tourist destination.

An oasis city in the desert.

The scenery is quite unique, near the lake the grass is green, afar the desert is barren.

It had boomed for a while.

And has seen more development in recent years.

Tennis courts and golf courses, along with various boutique shopping malls, etc.

This is California's own tourist attraction.

And now, two doctors from San Diego are meeting at a golf club.

Sitting together.

Zhou Mo Sen and Carlos are both wearing casual golf shirts.

These golf shirts are like casual wear but with a few subtle differences.

Perhaps because of these subtle differences, they are much more expensive than regular casual wear.

And when playing, they must wear gloves.

It's a single glove, yes, golf gloves are not a pair, but one.

Yet this single glove is more expensive than a pair.

Indeed, golf is a tool for middle-class wealth extraction.

Alright, many American middle-class people are indeed playing.

And millionaires run clubs, like President Jinmao.

Now, the two doctors aren't really discussing wealth extraction.

Moreover, this meeting has a name.

Purdue Company is hosting a gala.

Look, not far is Mr. Fulton.

Smiling, greeting people.

Zhou Mo Sen and Carlos mentioned earlier they needed some private space.

No problem, of course.

So, the two just faced each other.

Yet neither spoke.

Are they competing to see who breaks first?

Until someone hit the ball into the water.

The doctors laughed.

They headed towards the lake.

Only then did Zhou Mo Sen and Carlos's expressions change.

"I didn't expect it to be you."

"Dr. Carlos, your words make me sound like an unpardonable villain."

"Aren't you?"

"What did I do?"

"You got so much Hyaluronic Acid."

"Oh my God, I thought it was a serious crime, why don't you go accuse me? Oh right, you should report me."

Right, if you think the Hyaluronic Acid I use has issues, then you should report me.

Let the relevant departments investigate.

However...

"If I report you, what do I gain?"

Yes, clear thinking.

That's how it is!

If Dr. Carlos reports Zhou Mo Sen, he gains nothing.

But generally, if someone knew about this.

Logically, Dr. Carlos should take evidence to Zhou Mo Sen.

And threaten him!

Indeed, that's how Carlos could gain some advantages.

And in many situations, as shown in films or dramas.

Eventually, Carlos might even get involved in Zhou Mo Sen's Hyaluronic Acid business.

The storyline often develops like this.

However, reality is different.

Especially...

"Why did you guys kill Juan Paddy?"

Carlos mentioned the name.

Zhou Mo Sen was bewildered, "Sorry, who are you talking about?"

That was a response.

Not related to me.

But is it really true?

Well, Owen said:

I killed him, it has nothing to do with you!

This tactic isn't applicable.

Carlos, however, furrowed his brows, "Denying won't help, you guys must face the wrath!"

"From the South?"

Zhou Mo Sen sneered, making Carlos frown even more.

"So you do know."

"I'm just guessing."

"Stop pretending."

"You're pretending too."

"Fine! Next..."

"Let's fight."

This conversation... If you don't mention they are doctors.

Who could guess their real professions?

It's like a challenge.

But Zhou Mo Sen leisurely said at the end.

"I'll be here waiting for you to kill me!"

Carlos, upon hearing this, was immediately shaken.

Zhou Mo Sen is difficult to deal with!

...

That evening, downtown San Diego.

A group of obvious outsiders appeared.

They were a bunch of Old Mo, without the red and blue Star-Spangled Banner pattern on their faces.

And they were very clear about their objectives.

The target is the Bloodline Gang.

But when they arrived here.

Only a few from the Bloodline Gang showed up.

Leading them was, of course, Tiger.

This guy sat calmly on his old couch.

With an expression of contempt.

But said nothing.

The Bloodline Gang members met the gaze of these Old Mo!

What's happening?

In truth, Tiger felt extremely nervous inside.

But he remembered the strategy given by Dr. Zhou and Oden.

In Chinese history, there's a very remarkable figure.

His name is Zhuge Kongming, once when the enemy army approached.

He sat alone on the city wall and calmly played the zither.

As a result, the enemy army dared not attack the city!

That's the 'Empty City Strategy'!

Upon hearing this, Tiger's mind buzzed.

At the moment...

"Come! Bring me a guitar!"

Is he also imitating Zhuge Kongming?

Both play string instruments, seems quite similar...

Except this time it's rock.

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