Originally, I wanted to give Xiaozhou a break.

Unexpectedly, it turned into overtime work.

But there's nothing that can be done about it.

Facing such a young and energetic Jessica Alba, Zhou Mo Sen indeed found it hard to resist.

Moreover, it was different from before.

This time, we started with dancing.

While dancing, things got a little heated, right?

Better than usual.

But Zhou Mo Sen couldn't always be dancing with Jessica.

Then Hank came to find him.

"Dr. Zhou, I primarily came to express my gratitude this time."

"Grateful for what? I was just fulfilling my duty as a good citizen."

"Ha... Dr. Zhou, well said, but Carlos and Sandra, they probably..."

"I know. I'll be careful these days."

"Oh, that's good, it's just..."

"Hank, there are some things you find hard to say, right?"

"I, this... sigh~"

Captain Hank, already a tough guy, not to mention his stern demeanor, he also has a fierce face.

This face of his is a badge of honor, earned from battles.

Although the situation back then was chaotic.

But no matter what, someone as tough as Hank shouldn't have trouble saying things.

Especially now, as he sighed.

Zhou Mo Sen understood what's going on, "Is it because even if you caught someone like Carlos, there's no real way to bring him to justice?"

With this statement, Hank nodded heavily.

"Dr. Zhou, you're a smart man, do you have any ideas?"

Obviously, Hank wanted some advice from Zhou Mo Sen.

There are details involved here.

Hank also knows Oden, this guy, usually the police and lawyers don't get along well.

But from the perspective of Carlos's case, Hank should ask Oden for advice.

After all, this is already a legal issue, and in the judicial logic of the United States.

Whether Carlos gets convicted has little to do with you, Hank, you're at most a witness.

But still, Hank came to ask Zhou Mo Sen.

This is really unusual.

Zhou Mo Sen actually already understood.

"You want to kill him, don't you?"

Is this something that can be said?

Hank was stunned, his fierce face froze for at least half a minute.

"Thinking this way, does it mean I've already lost my qualification to enforce the law?"

This sentence fully reflected the inner struggle of a law enforcer.

Zhou Mo Sen, however, smiled and said, "Thinking this way, in fact, is correct. Guys like Carlos, or Paddy from the past, and bastards like Sandra, they deserve to die.

Didn't I say before, killing one to save all, that is justice!"

At this point, Hank's heart had already found some relief.

But Zhou Mo Sen wasn't finished, he smiled and continued, "The judicial system in the United States is just such a mess. If it were in China, with bastards like them, selling and producing so many drugs, harming so many people, the grass on their graves would be a meter high by now."

This metaphor made Hank feel even more at ease, Captain of the DEA even wanted to laugh.

But suddenly, a sentence from Zhou Mo Sen made Hank's face freeze again.

"Do you want to see me kill him?"

Is this something a doctor should say?

But then, Hank gave his answer.

"Of course!"

...

San Diego.

The sun has set again.

In the evening, it seems like many things that can't be done during the day can be done.

Carlos Santos and Cynthia, they've been cooperating with the DEA branch here for investigation.

And many of the information provided was indeed very useful.

But for now, they are just cooperating here with the DEA.

Not as a precaution against them, but after all, they are not American police.

Of course, they are also free and don't have to stay at the DEA all the time.

Is being a good child bad?

Of course, it's good, but for the two of them, how could they be good children?

"That guy Carlos has already gone home."

"Naturally."

"But it seems he's ruined."

"In some sense, yes."

"Our mission should be over too."

"Exactly."

The conversation was simple, and Carlos Santos and Cynthia both acted as if nothing was amiss.

So, is the mission really over?

"I heard you can get free donuts at Dunkin' Donuts?"

Santos asked the DEA detective.

"Oh, that's a privilege for city police, but no problem if we go to eat."

"Are such distinctions made?"

"Yes, but going to eat is no problem, do you want to go? I can take you there."

"That would be great."

Santos and Cynthia were hungry and wanted to eat donuts.

Of course, there's no problem with that.

The key is that Mexico, that country, also loves sweet food very much.

As for whether they really have never eaten it before.

There's no need to be too entangled with this detail.

But shortly after they drove out in a police car, the car seemed to sway like a drunk.

Then it returned to normal.

...

Under the cover of night, a Mercedes-Benz sped back from Los Angeles to San Diego.

And the car's target was very clear.

The Monroe Clinic.

Now, this clinic was still very popular, but it was already very late.

No patients at the moment.

However, people familiar with the Monroe Clinic, and those familiar with Zhou Mo Sen, would probably know.

Zhou Mo Sen liked to return to his clinic at night.

Perhaps there were special patients coming to him.

Maybe Zhou Mo Sen just remembered he still had a clinic.

At this moment, the Mercedes-Benz parked near the clinic.

And there was also a patrol car passing by near the clinic.

DEA vehicles, which was very normal.

Because DEA cars were always patrolling around the clinic, keeping it very safe.

Of course, there's also the Howard Clinic.

After all, they were on the same street.

While everything seemed normal, someone got out of the Mercedes.

Wearing a suit, with a tie, by race... yes, it should be Zhou Mo Sen.

Suddenly, the patrol car moved.

"Hello! Haha..."

The DEA patrol car charged forward, then bullets were fired from inside.

At the same time, people inside were laughing wildly and said a few words.

Bang bang!

The Asian person in a suit and tie fell down.

And the DEA patrol car sped away!

...

"Haha..."

"Too easy."

In that patrol car were Carlos Santos and Cynthia.

What happened to these two?

Actually, these two were not Mexico's police at all.

They were people of El Chapo, the Mexican drug lord.

These two had taken out the original Carlos Santos.

And Cynthia was one of El Chapo's people from the beginning.

That's how they smoothly reached San Diego, just pretending to cooperate in the case.

Then waiting for an opportunity.

Previously, the target given by Carlos was to take out Zhou Mo Sen.

Now,

They succeeded!

They were celebrating, when suddenly countless headlights appeared ahead!

"What's going on?"

The DEA main force arrived, together with the San Diego police, surrounding the two of them.

But the two of them, being fierce, directly charged forward!

Da da da...

A burst of gunfire.

...

Carlos was at home.

Now he was all alone.

Always guarding his phone.

Would this phone bring him the news he wanted?

Ring ring!

The phone rang.

It was immediately answered, unexpectedly...

"Hello, Dean Carlos."

This greeting came from someone he would remember till death!

Click!

He harshly pressed the phone to hang up.

Without a word, he immediately pulled out a gun.

Aimed it at his mouth...

Bang!

The last thing he left for the world was a strange smile...

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