On the coastal bridge of San Diego.
Two men, each with a can of beer.
On the beach below, there used to be adorable seals.
Now, they might have been scared away by one of the men.
It has to be said, Captain Hank really has a ferocious face.
And now he's drowning his sorrows in booze.
It's even more unbearable to look at.
Zhou Mo Sen stood beside him, already impressive enough to be drinking with him.
Originally, they were just drinking.
But as they drank… they couldn't just keep drinking in silence.
"Everything was supposed to be fine, I really didn't expect things to turn out this way... truly didn't expect it..."
Captain Hank's current state made Zhou Mo Sen want to curse.
You really damn sound like a woman!
However, looking at his ferocious face.
He was already quite fierce, then he got shot.
Although I treated him, this guy stubbornly chose to only treat halfway.
It's not just ugly; it's truly frightening.
"Captain Hank, you don't need to blame yourself. What happened later isn't really related to you."
Zhou Mo Sen had to comfort him.
But Captain Hank couldn't shake it off for a while.
"Dr. Zhou, you're a good person, a good doctor. You don't need to comfort me; it's my fault because of me."
What exactly happened?
The real problem with this incident was that it escalated.
If it had been confined to the downfall of the Health Sect.
Just having the Sect Leader killed.
That wouldn't be a big deal.
In the United States, it's at most an ordinary case.
But with the expansion, the matters multiplied.
And Hank's guilt was because he felt responsible for this expansion.
Let's not talk about Owen; the key thing is, didn't Hank set up a control group?
He secretly supported an Old Mo to do the same thing.
The methods were almost identical, and they had Hank as a backing.
At first, the plan was decent.
This was supposed to be temporary.
Even the sect's name was casually chosen, right?
Hank's original plan was to dismantle it after the Health Sect was gone.
Everything would be fine then.
There wouldn't be any problem.
But unexpectedly.
The Sect Leader of the Cure-All Diseases Sect changed his mind!
Being a Sect Leader is quite nice!
I want to keep doing it!
Moreover, the medicine I'm using is legal!
He even relied on his fellow countrymen.
To open a corridor to Tijuana.
When Zhou Mo Sen heard this, he understood.
They, Old Mo, planned to grow strong in San Diego!
Honestly, Zhou Mo Sen had the urge to laugh.
But he had to hold it in.
For Captain Hank, this was a very serious matter.
You even want to grow strong and successful?
F*ck!
But the problem remained.
What they did with Oxycodone wasn't a big issue.
This stuff is really easy to get.
If you want to dismantle this sect, well... maybe it has to be like how the Health Sect was handled.
Hank obviously couldn't do that.
This time, he went for a quick cut.
He found the original guy, the one who initially contacted this Sect Leader Old Mo.
Then, everyone started discussing.
Discussing... and then struck!
What followed was still a melee.
The Sect Leader had some tricks, and didn't die, he fled.
Most likely, he ran to Tijuana.
But along the way, he caused quite a bit of trouble.
Some gangs had problems, not caused by Owen.
But now everyone was attributing these incidents to Owen.
And Hank, this guy, wasn't drinking out of guilt towards Owen.
He felt that such a major incident was his doing.
So many people died or got injured.
This truly went against the original intention.
Feeling troubled inside, he sought out Zhou Mo Sen to chat.
And our Dr. Zhou… he smiled.
"By your logic, shouldn't the person who deserves to die be me?"
Hank was stunned upon hearing this.
He looked over with a bewildered expression, then said, "No, no, Dr. Zhou, you absolutely can't say that! Dr. Zhou's plan was excellent! And indeed, it achieved results, but the changes afterward really exceeded..."
By this point, Hank probably understood.
He laughed.
Though the laughter was extremely ugly.
Zhou Mo Sen patted him on the shoulder, "Actually, facing the camera before, I also felt uneasy inside."
What? Weren't you already corrupted?
Now, saying this to Hank is the right thing to do!
Sure enough.
"I'm very sorry, Dr. Zhou, I shouldn't have acted this way, I really..."
This tough guy even cried.
Zhou Mo Sen patted him again on the shoulder, "What did those superheroes do?"
What do you mean?
It's simple, there are many superhero movies in the United States.
Also, lots of animations.
And when they enforce justice, they also cause damage to the cities they protect.
Details weren't shown in animations or movies.
But think about it simply.
Didn't those damaged buildings have people inside?
You superheroes had your fun fighting.
But inside the buildings, it's actually a gruesome hell.
So, this thing can't be scrutinized carefully.
Hank came to understand this.
But Zhou Mo Sen wasn't done.
"Captain Hank, you should realize the crux of the problem."
"The crux of the problem? What is it?"
"What's the root cause of those sects appearing? Would they so easily trick people without such drugs?"
"Oxycodone?"
"Yes, so..."
"Purdue Company?"
"The Sackler Clan!"
Zhou Mo Sen mentioned this name, and Captain Hank was still slightly confused.
After all, as a DEA Captain, he usually dealt with drug traffickers.
The Sackler Clan, they aren't drug traffickers.
Not only are they not drug traffickers, they are even grand philanthropists!
In the United States, in many places, especially universities, there are artworks donated by their family.
Entrepreneurs, benevolent people, all those beautiful labels attached!
But, if Captain Hank thinks about it, it's not hard to understand.
"Yes! It's them! Without this drug, or if this drug were strictly regulated! Otherwise, how could..."
Zhou Mo Sen patted Hank's shoulder again.
"Did you just think about dying?"
Captain Hank cried, tears streaming down his ugly face.
No need to say it, Zhou Mo Sen understood.
"Now I tell you, don't think about dying. Instead, think about how to bring down someone like the Sackler Clan."
Hank listened, and nodded heavily!
Zhou Mo Sen naturally knew.
What he just said, someone like Hank, a small DEA Captain.
Couldn't possibly achieve it.
But saying it this way had a positive effect.
Look, this Captain no longer seemed suicidal.
Don't forget, you promised me.
To protect me and the safety of my clinic.
Ah ah!!
Under the moonlight, by the seaside.
Captain Hank let out a furious roar.
All thoughts of death vanished!
...
So among the missed calls, Zhou Mo Sen first chose Captain Hank.
Just because he thought this guy was easier to fool.
Next, he planned to go to Oden's place.
When he reached the second floor of the Asian Supermarket.
The unexpected happened.
"Hi, Dr. Zhou, my best friend, how do you plan to deal with this guy?"
Owen Johnson, covered in blood and barely alive, lay there.
Almost as good as dead.
Seeing that, Zhou Mo Sen couldn't help but laugh.