Drug dealers' "labs" are vastly different from regular drug laboratories, not to mention that this is just a temporary workshop, with discolored bottles and cans piled on dusty machine tools, and reactors piled up in the corners , a huge wooden table with reaction tanks and mixers, the exhaust system humming low.
Bu Chonghua took a step forward, and even if he didn't look back, he could feel the cold gaze of the shark pinned behind his back, as if he wanted to see through his internal organs.
"… "
Bu Chonghua slowly walked to the experimental bench, glanced around, and smiled: "Is this equipment moved by Boss Wan from his hometown?"
Shark asked, "Why do you say that?"
"These reaction equipments are usually matched with larger production lines. Once the horsepower is fully activated, the output is by no means what such a small factory can put down. It seems that Boss Wan has a bigger shop elsewhere."
"Yes, that's right." Shark simply didn't deny it: "All my partners have to prove their abilities to me, and Boss Wan is no exception. He used to lead people in front of me like you do today. Blue and gold are synthesized here, otherwise why would I spend so much manpower and material resources to take him smuggled?"
Bu Chonghua nodded thoughtfully.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Bu." Shark looked at the clock on the wall and asked politely, "You've wasted a long time, can you start now?"
The night outside the window was quiet, and the north wind whistled across the mountains. Bu Chonghua stared at the reaction device in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the stern muzzle on the side of the shark. At the moment of life and death, he seemed to have passed through many thoughts: blue gold, morphine, fentanyl, piperidine ring, methyl group, Halothane…
Countless nouns passed through the void one after another, like snow covering the ground, returning to silence in a vast void.
In that extremely quiet world, a pale golden light suddenly lit up from a distance, passing through more than ten years and crossing the high glass windows of the library—
A kind voice resounded above his head:
"Are you still reading this page, classmate Bu Chonghua?"
The early winter sunshine passed through the rows of bookshelves, and the tables and chairs were glowing with a long-lasting oily yellow. The young Bu Chonghua raised his head when he heard the news, and spread out a piece of Xinhua Daily in his hand. The bold font on the headline was very conspicuous - "Russia successfully rescued the hostage crisis, 750 hostages were rescued and 90 died."
Bu Chonghua hurriedly stood up and saluted, but was pushed back by the professor, holding his reading glasses and looking at the newspaper: "Isn't this news from two months ago, the death toll has risen to more than 100, what are your thoughts on this matter? So interested?"
"Ah, I'm just curious about the follow-up. It was said on TV that the Russian military put a fascination on the opera house, causing more than 700 hostages to be poisoned..."
The professor burst out laughing: "I remember, you do often go to the next door for their chemistry class!"
Bu Chonghua also smiled politely and couldn't help but ask, "Professor, is there really ecstasy in this world?"
"If you're talking about the ecstasy in the rumors that when you spray someone's face on the face, the victim automatically gives the passbook password, then there's really no such thing, unless it's ether that makes you faint. But this time the Russian military The chemical weapon dropped is another substance that is thousands of times more powerful than ether, and it should be considered an aerosol incapacitating agent called Колокол-1."
Bu Chonghua awkwardly imitated the professor's Russian pronunciation: "Колокол?"
"Yes." The professor sighed: "This incapacitating agent will reduce minute ventilation. Many comatose hostages are rescued and laid flat on the ground, causing the tongue to block the airway, resulting in suffocation. Some poisoned hostages were rushed to the hospital, but because the doctors did not know the specific composition of the chemical gas at the time, there was a lack of symptomatic antidote, and various factors led to the final tragedy... "
Bu Chonghua couldn't help but fall into a trance: "Then what exactly is the composition of the poisonous gas?"
After the professor's reading glasses, his expression became serious, and after a while, he said, "It's a derivative of fentanyl."
"Fentanyl?" Bu Chonghua was startled: "Isn't fentanyl a clinical anesthetic?"
"Fentanyl itself is indeed, but any invention in the history of chemistry has the potential to be a double-edged sword, such as diacetylmorphine, which was originally a prescription cough medicine, but later became the infamous heroin, nitroglycerin to relieve angina pectoris, and also Used to make Nobel explosive powder... So is the seemingly harmless clinical anesthetic fentanyl. Add some groups to the bond of fentanyl, or synthesize derivatives from N-BOC-piperidone Carfentanil, which is 5,000 times more toxic than heroin and 10,000 times more toxic than morphine, forms the main component of Колокол-1 together with remifentanil, which can take effect or even kill within 1 to 3 seconds…”
Bu Chonghua was stunned and said, "Why are you so powerful!"
"Is this amazing? There is something even more powerful." The professor said lightly: "Although there is no data to support this view, I think that one day in the future, fentanyl derivatives may replace methamphetamine and become one of the new generation of drugs. king!"
Bu Chonghua was stunned.
"In just six years from 1996 to the present, the abuse of opioid painkillers in North America has skyrocketed more than tenfold. If not controlled, it will lead to catastrophe. What is even more unimaginable is that in the future, if someone synthesized a low-toxicity, The highly addictive new type of fentanyl, then it will sweep the world, even worse than the chemical gas Колокол-1."
"—But that's the task of your young police officers!" The professor changed the conversation, and patted Bu Chonghua on the shoulder with encouragement: "Criminal behavior is changing, and criminal investigation technology is also changing with each passing day. This is the meaning of our constant exploration! "
…
When the professor said those words in the library of the Criminal Court that afternoon, he would never have imagined that his predictions would come true in the following ten years. Fentanyl flooded North America and replaced meth as the cause of death The king of the most sexual third-generation drugs, and blue gold, a new low-toxicity fentanyl compound, has also emerged as the times require, and has become the ambition and goal of the international drug lord shark.
Bu Chonghua stood in front of the installation stage, staring at the dim void without saying a word.
“… more than 700 hostages poisoned, chemical weapon Колокол-1 released in aerosol form… ”
"Very toxic carfentanil mixed with remifentanil can kill in 1 to 3 seconds..."
…
It seemed like a long time, but in reality it was only a matter of seconds. Bu Chonghua closed his eyes, his chest heaved for a while, then opened his eyes to look at the raw material bag in the corner.
"...You," he instructed a chemical engineer hoarsely, his voice calm and calm: "Take off your protective suit and get me a pair of goggles."
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"Report! Start monitoring the downlink carrier signal interference in the target area!" "Can you analyze the interference garbled code? Try to analyze the interference garbled code?!" "Connect the motion detection platform, hurry up!"
The command center was overwhelmed, and the instruments of the technical investigation team kept flashing. Lin Fang continued to debug the instrument with a pen in one hand and the other, his eyes fixed on the screen, Song Ping was afraid to disturb his attention with every word: "How long will it take? Are there any clues?"
"The initial location is about 60 kilometers south of the outskirts of Qingtan Town, and further scanning will take one to two hours." Lin Fang did not delay his speech at all while paying attention, as if his brain's observation, analysis, calculation, and language functions had been classified into categories. The areas are marked so that they are not disturbed at all, and each area is processed in a high-speed and orderly manner: "The public security positioning chip does not use the civilian frequency band, and no domestic equipment can block the uplink signal of the detachment, but the equipment used by the other party is relatively It's rare, maybe it was smuggled in by foreign modification, it's really an omission. And I didn't expect them to use it on themselves."
It's understandable for a big drug lord like Shark to put a blocker on his car to prevent GPS tracking, and to play this trick in his hiding place, it's just too cautious. And if even the public security frequency band can be blocked, then their own mobile phones, computers, and electronic equipment must have all failed. If something happens outside, it is impossible for the person in charge of tracking to make a quick call and send a letter.
What's more ruthless is that the shark's doing this is equivalent to completely separating himself from the Mariana Trench website. As a dark web administrator, this is more than a slap in the face!
"Then what should we do now, can we hurry up?" Song Ping knew that he should be more calm, but it was about Bu Chonghua, so he couldn't help but bring out a trace of anxiety in his tone: "It has been more than an hour since the positioning was lost. , it's unrealistic for you to search for another two hours! Undercover is at risk of being exposed at any time!"
Lin Fang closed his eyes, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, and let out a hot breath.
- Expose.
This word once became a nightmare that tormented him in every possible way. After the disbandment of the special investigation team, he thought he would never hear it again in his life, but he was caught off guard by that nightmare today.
It is true that going undercover is high-risk, and there is no foolproof hidden plan. After 99% of the personnel are exhausted, they still have to listen to the 1% of destiny... But when things come to an end, people will still look forward to it. That one percent luck will happen.
Will destiny be on their side this time
Suddenly and without warning, the phone rang.
Lin Fang didn't respond at first, and immediately realized that it was his own phone, and when he picked it up, it was an unknown number.
buzzing - buzzing -
Who will call at this time
It may be an instinct naturally formed in the network investigation work for more than ten years. Lin Fang's heart jumped, and he answered the phone: "Hello?"
The other side did not answer.
"Hey?"
This call was as if someone's cell phone had been unlocked in his pocket unintentionally, and he happened to dial the last contact number.
Shouting, running, equipment buzzing, equipment ticking... All the noise receded like a tide, turning into a blank silence, and Lin Fang's heart was beating wildly.
With his phone close to his ear, he asked in a very soft voice, "Wu Yu?"
It seemed like a whole century had passed, and he finally heard a soft sound from the north wind like a whistle on the other side of the call. It was someone tapping Morse code regularly with their fingers, one long, one short, and then two long.
The author has something to say:
The hostage-taking incident by Chechen rebels and the chemical weapon Колокол-1 mentioned in this chapter are all true, as is the Xinhua News Agency press release. The news of that year was very sensational and left a deep impression on me. However, although the highly toxic carfentanil is true, the synthesis steps were written by me. I should smile, please don't take it seriously, bow~