An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

East Side, 11th Avenue.

Under the hazy sky, the buildings on both sides of the street looked somewhat dilapidated.

Lynn and Kane stood side by side on the street corner, their eyes fixed on the 11 Pharmacy across the street.

Although it is a chain brand, the storefront of this pharmacy is not large, and even the signboard on the exterior wall is somewhat faded and yellowed.

It was afternoon, and there weren't many people going in and out of the pharmacy to buy medicine.

Lynn squinted and carefully examined the people who came to buy medicine. He found that although not all of them were from the poorest class, most of them had obvious characteristics of the lower class.

Several burly African American men in oil-stained work clothes emerged from inside, clutching crumpled bills, their expressions weary and numb.

Several Latina women, their faces sallow and wrapped in cheap headscarves, were anxiously counting their pills at the door.

"Let's go."

Seeing that the pharmacy was empty, Lynn glanced at Kane and walked towards it first.

The two walked across the street one after the other, pushed open the glass door, and entered the pharmacy.

"jingle--"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the doorbell, a strong smell of medicine mixed with a faint scent of cheap perfume wafted over.

The pharmacy's interior space is indeed small, even appearing somewhat old and cramped.

But the medicines on the shelves were arranged very neatly, and the floor was spotless.

Lynn frowned subconsciously, his deep gaze sweeping around the small shop.

For a moment, he even thought he had come to the wrong place.

This unassuming, ordinary little pharmacy didn't resemble the headquarters of the Singh brothers' drug smuggling ring that Mark had described.

Tatata!

Accompanied by light footsteps, a middle-aged Indian man strode out from the depths of the pharmacy.

The man was wearing a very neat light blue shirt, with the collar slightly open, revealing his dark skin and faint chest hair.

He sported a thick, distinctive ethnic mustache, and his hair was styled with hair oil and combed until it was shiny and smooth.

He also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, giving him an air of shrewdness and an exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Oh! Good afternoon, esteemed gentlemen! Is there anything I can do for you?"

The man strode forward, rubbing his hands together skillfully in front of him, his face beaming with a warm and welcoming smile.

"My name is Lynn."

Lynn gave a brief self-introduction, then stared into the other person's eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

"Haha, just call me Big Singh, I'm the store manager," Big Singh said with a smile.

Upon hearing the surname Singh, Lynn's slightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

After glancing around to make sure no one was around, he lowered his voice and got straight to the point: "I need antibiotics and strong painkillers."

"No problem! This is a best-selling product in our pharmacy."

Big Singh's smile grew even brighter, and he immediately extended his hand: "Please show me the doctor's prescription, and I'll go to the storeroom to get it for you."

Lynn shook her head, her tone flat: "No prescription."

The smile on Big Singh's face froze instantly, and his movements stopped in mid-air.

Soon, he helplessly spread his hands, making a gesture of utter resignation:

"Oh, that's a real shame, sir. Without a prescription, I can't sell you a single pill according to the law."

"Mr. Singh."

Lynn leaned forward slightly, her tone becoming more serious: "We need a lot, a great deal."

Big Singh's eyes flickered subtly, but he still shook his head vigorously.

Pointing to the surveillance camera flashing red light above his head, Big Singh earnestly advised:

"Sir, we are a legitimate chain pharmacy. Every transaction is monitored. We really can't do this without a prescription. Please don't make things difficult for me..."

"Alright."

Lynn interrupted without changing his expression, his lowered voice revealing a hint of certainty:

"We're here to do business in good faith. Surely the Singh brothers wouldn't turn away a customer who's come knocking on their door?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the exaggerated, enthusiastic smile on Big Singh's face vanished like a receding tide.

In the blink of an eye, the once obsequious and affable pharmacy manager had become a completely different person.

His entire demeanor suddenly became cold and oppressive, as if he had instantly transformed into a superior.

Big Singh's gaze swept over Lynn and Kane, his usually clear voice now sounding somewhat hoarse.

"You two...where did you find out about this place? Who introduced you to it? Don't you even know the most basic rules?"

Lynn and Kane behind him quickly exchanged a glance.

That slippery Mark definitely didn't mention any of those ridiculous rules for getting the goods to them.

Lynn steadied himself, met Big Singh's dangerous gaze directly, and spoke calmly:

"Our information comes from the Blood Wolf Gang. There may have been some misunderstandings due to information gaps, but we are genuinely here to make purchases."

"The Blood Wolf Gang? KK Clinic?"

Upon hearing this, Singh immediately and accurately uttered the name of KK Clinic.

He scrutinized the two of them from head to toe once more, a playful, cold smile suddenly appearing on his lips:

"KK Clinic hasn't been picking up any goods from me lately. I heard they got raided by a bunch of people... Heh, was that your doing?"

Lynn didn't try to hide anything, but she didn't say much either, simply replying, "To be precise, they were raided by the police."

"Heh!" Big Singh gave a cold laugh, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He gave Lynn a deep look, then turned and strode into the depths of the pharmacy.

A few seconds later, my faint voice came from the shadows: "Come on!"

Lynn and Kane did not hesitate and immediately followed.

The group passed through the messy back door of the pharmacy and plunged into the maze-like, winding alleyways outside.

Along the way, Kane, who was walking at the back, silently observed the surrounding terrain.

A sharp eye never misses a single vantage point or blind spot.

After circling around for about two or three minutes, Big Singh finally stopped in front of a huge, extremely secluded warehouse.

The warehouse looks like an abandoned auto repair shop from the outside, but there are quite a few cameras overhead.

Knock knock...

Big Singh raised his hand and tapped a few times on the rusty roller shutter door.

"Boom!"

With a dull mechanical whirring sound, the roller shutter door slowly rose.

The moment Lynn and Kane could clearly see the interior of the warehouse, their pupils simultaneously contracted sharply.

The warehouse was surprisingly large, and its interior was neatly divided into several different sections.

The heavy-duty shelves that reach the ceiling are piled high with cardboard boxes covered with labels in various foreign languages.

On the long tables in front of the shelves, loose medicines, opened and scattered, were displayed in abundance.

A dozen or so Indian women, dressed in saris, were silently sorting and packing the goods with practiced speed and skill.

But that wasn't what shocked the two of them.

On the other side of the warehouse, there were several large tables.

A dozen or so people of Indian descent, mixed with burly white and Latino men with fierce faces, were gathered there smoking cigars and shouting and gambling.

What is striking is that each of these people had a black automatic rifle lying casually beside them, and each of them wore a tactical belt full of magazines.

What made Lynn's heart pound even harder was that some of them were even wearing military-grade bulletproof vests!

At this moment, the two were 100% certain of the terrifying power behind the man in front of them, Da Singh.

It's important to know that although Seattle doesn't ban guns, the weapons available to civilians are mostly semi-automatic.

Automatic rifles capable of continuous fire are extremely rare on the black market.

The Blood Wolf Gang, which they had previously wiped out, could at most obtain some AR-15s that they had illegally modified themselves; they simply didn't have the capability to acquire so many standard automatic weapons.

But that's not the most crucial point; the crucial point is those bulletproof vests!

Regardless of the country, military-grade bulletproof vests are absolutely strategic materials under strict control.

In the United States, the sheer power behind obtaining military-grade body armor is terrifying!

This is definitely not something that can be accomplished simply by having a few stinking coins.

The two exchanged another knowing glance.

Kane's expression instantly turned extremely serious, and his right hand had already silently reached for his waist.

"We have guests! Brothers, let's welcome them!"

Big Singh seemed oblivious to their shock, casually walked to the center of the hall, and sat down with an air of authority on a wooden chair covered with a luxurious carpet.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two burly Latino men who were closest to him threw down their playing cards and strode forward.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand to search Lynn and Kane's bodies.

"Snapped!"

Kane slapped the two men's arms away with precision.

"Click click click!"

Instantly, the chilling sound of guns being cocked rang out one after another.

A dozen or so dark, automatic rifle muzzles were pointed directly at Lynn and Kane's heads.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense, as if it could explode at any moment.

Singh sat in his chair, legs crossed, his tone flat and devoid of any emotion:

"Gentlemen, these are the rules for doing business here. Please understand, after all, we're all in this for the money, aren't we?"

Sensing the chilling killing intent around him, Lynn took a deep breath.

He reached out and patted Kane on the broad shoulder, then smiled at Big Singh: "Of course, I'll go with whatever you say."

After saying that, he took out the golden Desert Eagle from his waist and gave Kane a subtle look.

Kane gritted his teeth and reluctantly handed over his sidearm.

After the two burly Latino men finished their thorough search, they turned and nodded to Big Singh.

Big Singh immediately waved his hand.

Two men immediately brought over two low Indian-style stools covered with thick cushions and placed them right in front of Lynn and his companion.

Big Singh leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Lynn and Kane:

"Alright, now we can officially discuss business. Please have a seat."

Lynn and Kane straightened their clothes and took their seats in turn.

"Tell me about it."

Big Singh picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip: "Approximately how much medicine do you need? How many boxes can you reliably consume per month? I need to give you a heads-up, this month's quota has already been almost entirely booked by several major clients."

"If you need more than 100 boxes, it might be a bit difficult, and you'll have to wait for the next batch. But if it's less than 100 boxes, I can arrange for you to order more at any time."

Lynn didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pointed to the medicines being packed not far away and asked, "Can I take a look at the goods first?"

Big Singh waved his hand dismissively.

Immediately, a henchman ran over and handed Lynn four or five unlabeled medicine bottles.

Lynn took the medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap, and examined it carefully.

These are all very common muscle tonics and effective antibiotics on the market.

At least from the perspective of the outer packaging material alone, it is almost indistinguishable from the genuine product from a regular pharmaceutical factory; it can practically pass for the real thing.

He poured out a few pills, placed them in his palm, brought them to his nose, and smelled them. Then he pinched off a bit of powder with his fingernail and took a look.

Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Compared to legitimate drugs produced by major pharmaceutical companies, the surface of these counterfeit pills appears significantly rougher.

The colors are uneven, and even the sizes have slight differences, which clearly shows that the quality control on its production line does not meet the standard.

But only professionals like him can see through this difference at a glance; ordinary patients simply cannot perceive it.

Lynn tossed the pills back into the bottle and looked up at Big Singh: "The quality control is a bit lacking. How much more effective is it compared to the original?"

A hint of appreciation flashed in Big Singh's eyes, and he explained without hesitation:

"You have a keen eye. To be honest, our generic drugs have a bioequivalence of about 70% that of the original drugs. They are absolutely effective in treating and saving lives, and they won't kill anyone."

At this point, a very confident smile appeared on his face:

"Most importantly, the price of this batch of goods is only half the market price of the genuine drugs! Go ask around, and you won't find a more conscientious and suitable source of goods in the entire Seattle black market!"

half?

Lynn raised an eyebrow without making a sound, but inwardly he was sneering.

He was absolutely certain that the actual production cost of this batch of inferior generic drugs was less than one-tenth of the original price!

These guys are going to make a killing selling it at half price.

This is absolutely outrageous profit!

"Can you lower the price a bit more? We're planning a long-term partnership." Lynn began to test the waters.

Big Singh laughed heartily, leaning forward again, his eyes gleaming with the cunning of a businessman:

"Friends, that depends on the actual quantity you need. If you buy a lot, we'll make sure you're full, and the price is negotiable. So, how many boxes do you need this time?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn remained silent for a moment.

He quickly calculated the clinic's current financial situation and the rate of expenditure in his mind, then slowly stretched out his finger to show a number.

"Ninety cases?" Big Singh didn't even lift his eyelids, casually saying, "If it's ninety cases, I can give you a 5% discount."

Lynn shook her head.

Big Singh straightened his expression, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and tentatively asked, "Could it be... nine hundred?"

At that moment, he wondered to himself if he had really misjudged the situation.

If these two can really swallow nine hundred cases in one go, they're definitely big customers!

However, Lynn still shook her head decisively.

Under the questioning gaze of the other party, Lynn took a deep breath and slowly uttered two words: "Nine boxes."