Chapter 243: The Source of High-Purity Drugs in Jiahe City, Ghost Has Two Top Drug Dealing Agents?

Brother Long?

Killed in a counterattack?

Hearing what Chen Sheng said, Su Ming couldn’t help but frown slightly.

At the same time, he recalled the incident that had caused quite a stir online. Turning to Chen Sheng beside him, he inquired.

“Officer Chen.”

“Is this Brother Long the one who drove a BMW, inexplicably opened his trunk at a red light, and pulled out a knife to attack someone?”

“The idiot who ended up dropping his machete and got killed by his intended victim?”

Before Chen Sheng could respond, Wang Hao, seated in the interrogation chair, eagerly tugged at his restraints, as if trying to earn some credit, and quickly replied.

“Yes, yes, that’s him.”

“When I first heard about it, I thought it was fake. I never expected he’d die so disgracefully.”

“Killed in a counterattack? It was so sudden, I lost my supply source.”

Supply?

The word caught Su Ming’s attention. Observing Wang Hao’s addict-like demeanor, Su Ming tapped the table and pressed on.

“When you say ‘supply,’ do you mean buying high-purity drugs from Brother Long?”

“Or perhaps, you weren’t just using them. It’s likely you were involved in small-scale trafficking during this period, right?”

“Otherwise, with your main source of quick money gone, how else would you earn?”

“Working a job? That’s not possible, right? After experiencing a big win of 150,000, your view on money must be twisted. Even easy money from small scams would seem hard, wouldn’t it?”

“Just selling various drugs is probably a good way to make money—easy and lucrative, and it gives you a sense of being a big shot in society, right?”

“Am I right, Wang Hao?”

These words left Wang Hao, sitting opposite in the interrogation chair, stunned. He hadn’t expected…

That this young-looking officer could guess his recent activities so accurately, almost as if he had been watching him.

Wang Hao began to suspect that his criminal evidence had already been gathered.

Although it was Wang Hao’s first time in the police station, he was well aware of the difference between drug use and trafficking.

Though just a single word apart, the sentencing could be worlds apart.

Drug use might only lead to mandatory rehab, but trafficking could lead to much harsher consequences.

Without any hesitation, Wang Hao instinctively responded.

“No… no.”

“I didn’t traffic drugs, I wouldn’t dare…”

Before he could finish, he saw Chen Sheng slowly stand up, looking at the corner camera as if preparing to turn it off.

This action immediately panicked Wang Hao, who quickly changed his tune.

“Yes, yes.”

“I did traffic drugs. After getting them from Brother Long, I’d mix in some sugar and sell it, making… quite a bit of money.”

Hearing Wang Hao admit to trafficking, Chen Sheng sat back down, looking at the terrified Wang Hao, tapping the table as he continued to question.

“Explain in detail.”

“How did you connect with Brother Long? How did you start trafficking together?”

At this point, Wang Hao was thoroughly compliant, trembling as he recounted everything to the officers.

“Officers, please, I’ll tell you everything. Just please, don’t give me the death penalty.”

“Back then, I used Brother Long’s 100,000 deposit, plus 50,000 from selling my car, to make a final gamble.”

“But I lost it all, completely wiped out.”

“With not a penny left, I regretted it deeply, hitting my head in frustration. In less than three minutes, I lost hundreds of thousands.”

“Among that was the 100,000 deposit someone had just given me.”

“When I handed my van over to Brother Long, I noticed he was covered in tattoos, clearly not someone to mess with.”

“Having lost his 100,000, I feared he’d break my legs if I didn’t repay him.”

“But I knew my family situation; not to mention 100,000, they couldn’t even spare 20,000. My friends had long blocked me.”

“Desperate, I decided to face it head-on, calling Brother Long to confess I’d lost his deposit.”

“I offered my life to him, as long as he could give me a way to survive.”

“To my surprise, Brother Long wasn’t angry about the money. He even invited me to meet him at a nightclub booth.”

“When I got there, he handed me a piece of foil, saying he’d just gotten out of prison and needed people. If I used it, I’d be one of his own.”

“He promised I’d never go hungry with him.”

Hearing this, Su Ming could roughly piece together what had happened.

It seemed Wang Hao, who was only involved in gambling and not drugs, got hooked on drugs through Brother Long.

He even became a trafficking underling, mixing sugar or salt to stretch the product and adjust the taste for extra profit.

Having sorted his thoughts, Su Ming looked at the trembling Wang Hao and asked with narrowed eyes.

“How pure were the drugs Brother Long sold you?”

“Compared to others on the market, were they significantly better, or about the same?”

Wang Hao didn’t dare hesitate, quickly answering.

“Much better.”

“The drugs Brother Long gave me to sell were several times purer than others, yet not too expensive.”

“Even after I diluted them one-to-one, selling to those who hadn’t tried the good stuff, they were hooked immediately.”

“But Brother Long… Brother Long’s death was too sudden. Stabbed out of nowhere, I couldn’t get more supply, and my money ran out, forcing me to find daily jobs.”

At this moment, Su Ming thought of another key figure. Turning to Chen Sheng, he urgently asked.

“Officer Chen, I need to confirm something.”

“In Jiahe City, was the person responsible for selling high-purity drugs for this drug trafficking organization the same Brother Long who was killed in a counterattack?”