Animal Detective

Chapter 159 is dirty
Police cars led the way, brutally slamming open the iron gate.

Then a bunch of special police officers suddenly appeared and rushed into the courtyard.

In the bungalow across the street, a drug dealer grabbed an AK and fired a burst of bullets outside.

The drug dealers inside the factory were awakened by the gunshots. After the drug dealers outside the door were cleared out, they engaged in a gunfight with the special police.

One of the drug dealers suddenly threw a homemade bomb.

With a loud bang, the SWAT team was caught off guard.

Further on...

Tang Youkun shuddered violently, not daring to think any further.

Although it wasn't very clear, it was impossible to accurately determine whether it was an explosive device.

But suspicion is enough.

The raid plan needs to be revised.

Most importantly, we need to request support.

"Forest Bureau."

Tang Youkun quickly dialed a number.

Zhang Ning immediately turned his head and whispered something to the vice-captain, asking him to reassess the surprise attack plan.

"Shen Xin, thanks."

Zhang Ning then turned to Shen Xindao.

With their current reconnaissance capabilities, it is simply impossible for them to detect these situations.

So if you're not a top beauty, rushing in rashly could really lead to a big loss.

And it wasn't just a huge loss.

It's the kind of huge loss that could make you quit your job on the spot.

Thinking about this, Zhang Ning felt a wave of fear.

What a good cat.

I'll cover the cat food from now on.

In the footage, Da Mei moves silently among the clutter and equipment.

She landed silently, and the drug dealer on duty was focused on his phone, probably reading a novel, completely unaware that Da Mei was strolling around nearby.

Zhang Ning's attention was focused on the drug-making workshop at the very back, and he murmured, "It seems the windows are sealed shut. I wish I could go in and take a look."

The situation in the surrounding area has been clarified, but the situation at the factory is still unclear.

Tang Youkun hung up the phone and walked back: "Director Lin will bring people over immediately."

Zhang Ning nodded, unsurprised.

Director Lin is the director of the Ningshan City Public Security Bureau. Now that the situation has escalated, he will definitely have to come and take command.

"Team Leader Cai will also be bringing people over," Tang Youkun added.

Zhang Ning had the same thought.

Cai was his superior, the captain of the Ningshan City Special Police Detachment.

Tang Youkun's expression was extremely serious. He beckoned to one of his subordinates, telling him to go and check the situation in the vicinity again.

Find out the residents' situation and whether there are night shifts at nearby factories.

If a fight breaks out here, it could potentially spread to the surrounding areas.

He figured that once Director Lin arrived, he would evacuate everyone from the surrounding area before taking action.

Don't be afraid of anything, just be afraid of ten thousand.

If something goes wrong, no one can afford to take responsibility.

Chen Guanglin and Jiang Wengang exchanged glances, secretly feeling a sense of lingering fear.

Fortunately, I brought Shen Xin with me.

Otherwise, if not handled properly, the situation here could become even bigger than in Nanjiang.

After making the arrangements, Tang Youkun added, "Unfortunately, we don't know if Brother K is inside."

The original plan was to conduct reconnaissance first and then decide whether to take action based on the situation.

Ideally, we would confirm that Brother K is inside and then arrest him together.

Zhang Ning said, "If they are there, they should be in the workshop."

He pointed to the innermost drug manufacturing workshop.

It seemed that Da Mei had also set her sights on this room, hiding in the shadows and keeping a close eye on the workshop door.

……

The chemical synthesis of methamphetamine, especially high-purity methamphetamine, is a highly technical process.

There are two people inside the drug manufacturing workshop at this moment.

A man with a buzz cut as thin as steel needles, who looked to be around forty years old, with rough, dark skin, was wearing a white cleanroom suit.

There was a young man in front of the reactor next to him.

She was wearing the same cleanroom suit, with her hair parted to the side and neatly combed.

His skin was very fair and smooth, and his beard was very clean-shaven; he looked to be only in his early twenties.

He looked down at the temperature gauge on the reactor.

The room, spanning several tens of square meters, is filled with various chemical product preparation equipment, covering processes such as reaction, extraction, catalysis, and crystallization.

There are professional sprinkler and ventilation equipment above.

The entire workshop is incredibly professional.

The man with the buzz cut stared at him and asked, "Wang Hang, how much raw material do we have left?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his inner pocket and made a gesture as if to light it.

Before I even lit it, I noticed a pair of sharp eyes.

He then realized that Wang Hang was staring at him. "Sorry, sorry, it's a habit." The man with the buzz cut quickly crushed his cigarette and threw it into the nearby trash can.

Wang Hang frowned again, pulled out a tissue from the table next to him, carefully picked up a few bits of tobacco from the ground, and threw them into the trash can.

The man with the buzz cut noticed this and couldn't help but mutter, "How come you have such sharp eyes?"

He knew that Wang Hang had severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Let's get down to business. How long can we keep producing our raw materials?" the crew-cut man asked again.

Wang Hang thought about it seriously for a moment and said, "We can make another batch, which means that the raw materials will be gone in five days."

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the raw materials?"

He asked rhetorically.

The crew-cut man nodded: "Brother K said there's a problem with the distribution channels. He means that once we finish processing the raw materials we have, we can move on. Let's disappear for a while and get rid of this half ton of goods first."

Wang Hang didn't seem too concerned and said, "You guys figure it out."

As he spoke, the man with the buzz cut glanced at his watch and said, "It's past eleven. Are you hungry? Do you want me to go get you some late-night snacks?"

Wang Hang nodded slightly.

The man with the buzz cut was about to take off his cleanroom suit.

"Take it off outside," Wang Hang's voice rang out.

The man with the buzz cut rolled his eyes.

He really felt it was unnecessary, because Wang Hang himself was going in and out, making it impossible to achieve a truly dust-free environment.

The makeshift air shower made of plastic sheeting at the entrance is also just for show.

In Cun Tou's view, it was purely to satisfy Wang Hang's morbid obsession with cleanliness.

He lifted the plastic curtain, not bothering to let the wind blow on him, and casually turned the doorknob. Then, remembering something, he turned and asked, "By the way, what do you want to eat? The usual?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark figure suddenly darted in.

It is beautiful.

She lay hidden under the folding bed, keeping a close eye on the door.

The moment the door opened, she darted out.

The buzz cut was only slightly parted, but it was just right for a cat.

In a flash, Da Mei darted into the drug manufacturing workshop.

"What the hell is that?!" The crew-cut man was startled.

Wang Hang turned his head and looked over, his expression turning to terror in an instant.

In the middle of the workshop, under a long stainless steel table filled with various bottles and jars, a cat suddenly appeared.

"Damn, where did this stray cat come from?" The crew-cut guy saw it too.

Wang Hang's scalp tingled with fear. He slowly moved closer, pointed at Da Mei, and whispered, "You...you mustn't move."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the buzz cut turned around and reached out to grab Da Mei.

His clumsy speed was no less impressive than a movie in slow motion in Da Mei's eyes.

With a whoosh, Da Mei jumped onto the stainless steel table.

"Don't……"

Wang Hang let out a scream that he couldn't quite catch in his throat.

But it was too late. When Da Mei jumped onto the table, she bumped into a test tube, which rolled to the ground with a crash.

Da Mei exploded and suddenly darted out.

She jumped onto a stack of books, and with another burst of strength, the books fell over, along with the carefully secured separatory funnels, flasks, conical flasks, and various reagent bottles—all crashing down with a clatter.

The sound startled Da Mei even more. She leaped off the table and scurried into the corner of the reactor.

The man with the buzz cut was dumbfounded.

Looking at the mess on the table, Wang Hang felt like crying.

"Why...why did you grab it?" Wang Hang's voice was trembling with tears, and he felt utterly weak.

The man with the buzz cut said awkwardly, "So what do we do now?"

His reaction was purely instinctive; he completely forgot how difficult it is to catch a cat.

"By the way, is this cat dirty?" the crew-cut man suddenly remembered another question.

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because the moment he did, Wang Hang shuddered.

Yes.

These are stray cats, rummaging through trash cans for food and darting about in all sorts of crevices. They're not only filthy, but they also have fleas.

The thought of fleas made Wang Hang feel terrible.

"Arrest them, they must be arrested."

He turned around and bent down to look at Da Mei.

The man with the buzz cut immediately came over, slowly approached, then, after a moment's aim, suddenly reached out.

Of course, they missed.

Da Mei leaped into the air, jumped onto the connecting pipe of the reactor, took off again, precisely stepped on Wang Hang's head, exerted force again, and jumped onto the long table.

"Depend on."

The man with the buzz cut started swearing.

Wang Hang froze on the spot.

He could clearly feel Da Mei's hand, which had been flipping over the trash can, stepping on his head.

rummaging through the trash can...

He closed his eyes, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, and let out an uncontrollable scream from deep in his throat.

what! !

I'm...dirty!
(End of this chapter)