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However, it is a pity that when Jack led the team to sneak into this monastery, what he saw was not the armed nuns in someone's fantasy, but a group of nuns over forty or even fifty years old, all wrapped up tightly. ma.

In a warehouse in the monastery, these nuns, wearing thick black nun uniforms, leather gloves and 3M masks, are regrinding pieces of extremely pure semi-finished phenolphthalein into powder and mixing it with other additives and poisonous substances. Repackage after being put together.

After such things enter the streets, they are still very "good enough" goods. The prices are extremely high and cannot be enjoyed by ordinary drug addicts.

In order to lower the price, street drug dealers will continue to mix some kind of veterinary sedative as a cheap additive into these "strong enough" products, which not only reduces the purity, but also effectively prolongs the so-called "pleasure" time.

Of course, this veterinary sedative called "xylazine" is far more harmful to the human body than ordinary poisons. You can see how terrifying its effectiveness is from its other nickname - "zombie drug".

After using "xylazine", addicts will develop large ulcers at the injection site, bleeding will not stop, local nerves will be permanently damaged, and they will fall into a state of unconsciousness for a long time.

Kensington Street in Philadelphia is full of homeless people who have been injected with this drug. They are half-clothed, their bodies are covered with rotten wounds, and they are covered with flies and fleas. Some even have missing arms and legs. The walking zombies roam the streets, just like a real version of the zombie siege.

In Jack's previous life, this place had become a holy place for Internet celebrities. They drove up and down this several-kilometer-long street to photograph the walking dead, and received a large number of clicks and attention on various social platforms.

However, this kind of attention is not out of sympathy or pity for these addicts, it is simply a curiosity and ugliness.

Jack didn't know if these nuns and nuns were forced to engage in the drug industry. At least the abbot of this monastery was definitely not innocent, but it seemed impossible to say how ironic this was.

Just like those Buddhist temples and nunneries that harbored dirt and evil in Chinese history, in European and American history, monasteries in certain places were also called "noble women's monasteries". It seems very reasonable when you think about it.

Squatting under the warehouse window and observing the situation inside, Jack was slightly disappointed. Of course, it wasn't because he didn't see the beautiful nun wearing a garter, but because almost no one inside was carrying weapons.

Having no weapons means that they will not resist, and if they do not resist, they can only arrest them. Jack rubbed his face to hide the disappointment in his eyes, and gestured to the others.

Everyone pulled up their night vision goggles, took out the gas masks they had prepared and put them on their faces. The reason why poison is called poison is, of course, because it is extremely toxic.

Take the drug addicts they are about to face as an example. Only two milligrams of high-purity phenolphthalein can kill. Don’t be fooled by the scenes shown in movies and TV series.

Just like forensic doctors in almost all film and television works do not wear masks, when the police raid a drug scene like this, they rush in without protection just to let the actors show their faces.

In addition to gas masks, his teammates, Marshals Service detectives and all SWAT members who were following Jack were carrying several injections of naloxone just in case, which is the most effective antidote to opioids. .

From time to time, reports from other teams confirming their arrival came from the earphones. Jack glanced at Maldonado, who was talking to an old woman in her 60s in the warehouse, and Luis, who was still dressed as a priest, and pressed the button on the earphones. call button.

"Target confirmed, action requested."

"Act!" Following Jubal's order, a SWAT team member picked up the door-breaking hammer and hit the door lock hard. After a loud bang, the door of the drug warehouse with the sign "Ladies' Lounge" opened. .

"FBI! No one is allowed to move!"

"Don't move! Let me see your hands."

"USMS! Don't move!"

"Ta-ta-ta!" Jack and Clay, who were at the front, fired at the same time, beating two old ladies who reached under the table and tried to take off their submachine guns to fight back.

"Ah! Help!"

Screams suddenly broke out in the warehouse, and most of the nuns were so frightened that they squatted on the spot and did not dare to resist. The fake priest Louis, who was pointed at by several assault rifles, also threw away the Uzi submachine gun in his hand and raised it high. hands.

"Fakeyu, you bunch of haunting deadbeats!"

A ridiculous scene occurred. Maldonado, who seemed to be frightened by the sudden arrival of the police, suddenly reached out and strangled the neck of the old woman in front of him after moving half a step without revealing any trace. , putting the pistol to her head.

"Put down the gun! Don't be stupid! You still have a chance to get out of here alive." The old bailiff Samuels was very experienced. While issuing a warning, he kept walking around and stood on the right side of the two people, blocking the way. The only passageway at the moment.

Clay walked around to the left without saying a word, and pointed the gun steadily at Maldonado's head.

"I won't go with you."

Maldonado's old face was full of despair and madness. He strangled the old woman's neck with his left hand and kept shaking her left and right, trying to use her body to protect himself.

The golden cross hanging on the old nanny's chest kept swinging due to Maldonado's movements and the struggle of its owner. The Son of God on the cross looked compassionate and silently watched the extremely absurd scene.

"You have no way to escape, Maldonado, let her go. Only then will you have a chance to survive."

While Jack was talking nonsense, he pointed the MDX508 short-barreled assault rifle firmly at the guy's head and stepped forward quickly. He didn't stop until the two sides were no more than seven or eight meters apart.

"Stop, if you step forward again I will kill her. Don't even think about it. I have spent such a high price, and I am only one step away from success!"

Maldonado shook his head crazily, his eyes bloodshot, and his originally gray hair was randomly dyed a strange brown color by hair dye, clinging tightly to his scalp, which looked a little funny.

Shaking your head, Jack couldn't help but feel a little irritated. Just stand there and don't move. Just let the employer shoot you in the head and that's it.

He was suffering from the aftereffects of a big battle during the day. The old nuns and nuns he saw just now seemed to have pretty features, and the abstinence-style uniforms were indeed a bonus.

"OK, OK, you win. Please don't hurt this grandma. You were raised by a 'good Samaritan' like her since you were a child, right? Hey, look at me. I'll put down my weapon first to show my sincerity. .

Let's discuss it carefully, there will be a way, there will always be a way, right? "

Jack turned on the serious nonsense mode and placed the MDX508 in his hand on the table beside him. His hands drooped and his fingertips touched the quick-draw gun holster on the outside of his right leg without leaving any trace.

"Get out of here, get out of this room and we'll talk, I"

"Bang!" Maldonado suddenly had a bloody hole in his forehead. A 7.5mm bullet accurately opened a hole in his head. The unabated bullet flew out from the back of his head and nailed into the wall behind him. .

The Secret of American Iai-"The Art of Drawing a Gun" is here!