Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 139

The "laboratory" of a drug dealer is very different from a regular drug laboratory, not to mention that it is just a temporary workshop with discolored bottles and jars piled on the dusty machine tool and reactors piled in the corner. , a huge wooden table holds reaction tanks and mixers, and the exhaust system emits a low hum.

Bu Zhonghua took a step forward. Even without looking back, he could feel the shark's cold gaze on his back, as if he wanted to see through his internal organs.

"..."

Bu Zhonghua walked slowly to the experimental table, glanced around, and smiled: "Did Boss Wan move these equipment from his hometown?"

The shark asked, "Why do you say that?"

"These reaction equipment are usually matched to larger production lines. Once they are at full capacity, the output will never be able to be put down by this small factory. It seems that Boss Wan has a larger 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 once personally led people in front of me like you do today. Blue gold is synthesized here, otherwise why would I spend so much manpower and material resources to sneak him across?"

Bu Zhonghua nodded thoughtfully.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Bu." Shark looked at the clock on the wall and asked politely: "You have wasted a long time. Can you start now?"

The night outside the window was quiet, and the north wind blew across the mountains. Bu Zhonghua stared at the reaction device in front of him. From the corner of his eye, he could see the strict muzzle on the side of the shark. At the moment of life and death, he seemed to have had many thoughts: blue gold, morphine, fentanyl, piperidine ring, methyl, Halothane...

Countless nouns flew through the void one after another, like heavy snow covering the ground, returning to a vast void.

In that extremely quiet world, a pale golden light suddenly lit up from a distance, meandering through more than ten years and passing through the tall glass windows of the library--

A kind voice sounded above the head:

"Are you still reading this page, classmate Bu Zhonghua?"

The early winter sunshine passed through the rows of bookshelves, and the tables and chairs glowed with a long-lasting oily yellow. The young Bu Zhonghua raised his head when he heard the sound, and spread out a Xinhua Daily in his hand. The bold headline on the headline was very conspicuous - "Russia successfully rescued the hostage crisis, 750 hostages were rescued and 90 died."

Bu Zhonghua quickly stood up and saluted, but was pushed back by the professor. He held his reading glasses and looked at the newspaper: "Isn't this the news from two months ago? The death toll has risen to more than one hundred. What do you think about this? So interested?"

"Ah, I'm just curious about the follow-up. It was said on TV that the Russian military dropped a kind of poisonous gas into the opera house, poisoning more than 700 hostages..."

The professor burst out laughing: "I remembered, you did often go to Xingji next door to take advantage of their chemistry class!"

Bu Zhonghua also smiled politely and couldn't help but ask: "Professor, is there really ** in this world?"

"If you are talking about the rumored aura of spraying it on someone's face and the victim will automatically hand over the passbook password, then there really is no such thing, unless it is ether, which makes you faint when you are numb. But this time Russia The chemical weapon released by the military is another substance that is hundreds of times more powerful than ether. It should be considered an aerosol incapacitating agent, called koлokoл-1."