Chapter 217

So, after finishing the last sip of wine, he stood up and smiled.

"If Delong is finally pushed to the brink."

"And really brings that guy onto our territory, then you and I must join forces!"

Ba Kun raised his wine glass in a toast,

grinned,

"Haha, rest assured!"

Soon,

the two major drug lords had reached some kind of agreement.

By this time, Delong had already returned to his lair,

and had called back all his subordinate drug dealers.

The military weapons and arms hidden in the caves were all dragged out and distributed.

Not only various firearms and artillery,

but even several howitzers, mortars, and anti-aircraft guns bought at great expense.

The entire lair had entered its highest state of defense.

Over a thousand drug dealers patrolled and guarded around the clock.

A sentry post every five steps, a lookout every ten steps,

and the two-story bamboo hut where Delong himself lived

was surrounded by humans in three layers inside and three layers outside, as if he couldn't bear it any other way.

For fear that the elusive guy

would sneak in from some shadow and slice off his head!

After the lair's defenses were completed,

another group of subordinates was driven out of the lair by Delong.

The mission of these unlucky souls was to search the mountains and forests for that guy's shadow,

and then attack, attack, and attack again with all their might!

Just before setting out,

the drug dealers in the lair looked at them,

not as if seeing them off,

but more like mourning a funeral!

On the other side,

Lu Shu walked leisurely along the mountain path leading into the mountains,

making no effort to conceal his figure.

Walking along, looking left and right,

he didn't look like he was on a mission, but more like he was hiking for fun.

In fact, if it weren't for the countless drug dealers and lords hiding in this great mountain,

judging purely by the scenery,

it was beautiful.

He walked quietly like this for over an hour,

until Lu Shu gently twitched his nose,

smelling a sweet and fragrant scent,

then turned and casually said to Zhang Zhe behind him,

"Be careful of the flowers and grass by the roadside."

Zhang Zhe was stunned for a moment,

not understanding what this meant.

But very quickly,

he found out.

Turning a small grove,

a spectacular sight instantly appeared before his eyes,

leaving him completely stunned.

From his feet,

it stretched all the way to the distant horizon.

This entire valley floor.

was covered in gorgeous red flowers.

It was as if a vast red ocean had appeared in the deep mountains.

The cloyingly sweet scent drilled into Zhang Zhe's nostrils,

making him suddenly feel a sense of illusion,

that those flowers were simply too gorgeous and enchanting,

as if carrying boundless temptation,

luring one into the abyss!

"This is..."

"Poppy??"

Looking at this red ocean before him,

Zhang Zhe was deeply shaken.

He was a war correspondent,

but he had never seen a scene like this.

Because he knew

that once this red ocean was harvested,

it would eventually become countless streams of narcotics flowing across the entire world.

"It's not just poppies — there's marijuana over there too."

"This area isn't large, at most a few hundred mu."

Zhang Zhe heard Lu Shu's calm, indifferent voice,

as if he had long since grown used to it.

Only—

a few hundred mu of drug plantations and it still wasn't large?

How much narcotics would that produce...

His gaze turned toward the larger mountains in the distance,

in those lawless Shenshan regions,

there should be even more plantations like this one.

Zhang Zhe followed silently behind Lu Shu, walking along the small path beside the plantation.

He slowly came back to himself,

looking at the people moving slowly through the plantation,

from a distance,

those people were almost skeletal, emaciated like skeletons.

When a few of them passed by him,

they merely numbly glanced up at him once, with no expression whatsoever on their faces.

And his gaze

happened to fall on the wounds on these people's bodies.

On their dark skin, densely packed everywhere were marks of whipping,

and many of them had only one hand,

either severed at the wrist,