Chapter 1147

Wangquanhe Town.

Wang Guanshui was squatting in a pigpen at a pig farm, relying on the concrete wall of the pigsty to block bullets while firing blindly and cursing continuously.

Da da da da...

The crisp sound of the AK74 gave him courage, but Wang Guanshui was filled with despair.

In the current domestic environment, with his factory being raided, he didn't know how many versions of the script that would follow he had heard; he could recite them with his eyes closed.

"Boss, what do we do?" His subordinates were also panicking, emptying a magazine in one go, their voices trembling as if they had taken too much.

"Fight while retreating. I have a backup plan prepared. As long as we escape into the mountains, there's a way." Wang Guanshui did indeed have a backup plan, but this plan wasn't for everyone. In fact, even if it were just him alone, he might not necessarily be able to escape using this backup plan.

But encouraging his subordinates was a must. If it weren't for the fact that his side had more people, they would have been raided by the police just now.

Bang bang...

The police on the opposite side didn't show weakness and returned fire, immediately being driven back by a burst of bullets.

Wang Guanshui's factory made too much money, so naturally, he could afford weapons, but Wang Guanshui himself wasn't someone skilled in marksmanship or force. The guns and ammunition he bought gave him great courage, but in this environment, it all depended on his side's fierce firepower.

"Boss, they only have pistols; there shouldn't be many of them." A subordinate who knew a little bit saw the problem and said: "Let's split into three groups and cover each other as we go. These few police officers probably just want to keep us here and wait for support."

"Fine, do as you say." Wang Guanshui's mind was also a bit chaotic. He looked up with emotion at the crude roof of the pig farm. When it was first rented, it was dilapidated; he had led a few people to go up and cover it with felt themselves.

Come to think of it, every piece of equipment and every screw in this factory was moved, installed, and debugged by Wang Guanshui leading his men.

If one day he could send a telegram, Wang Guanshui would want to say: The world says drug manufacturing is rich, but who knows the bitterness of drug manufacturing!

Such a smelly and large pig farm—you couldn't wash it clean, and you couldn't scrub it clean. You couldn't ask anyone else to do any of the work, so no matter how much money you had, you had to do the labor honestly.

This work wasn't easy. The larger the building, the more maintenance it needed, and drug production also had a series of requirements for equipment and so on.

Similar work in chemical plants has strict rules and regulations to ensure safety.

Where would Wang Guanshui and the others have such conditions? He had even thought about hiring people to do the work and then killing them afterward. In fact, he had actually done it once, but dealing with the corpse afterward was too troublesome, so it was better to do the work himself.

Furthermore, ordinary workers are different from drug addicts. Many people have families and careers, which means if they disappear, someone will call the police. And no matter which channel Wang Guanshui used to find people, it was always easy to leave traces.

And the core of a drug manufacturing factory lies in secrecy.

Compared to maintaining factory equipment, Wang Guanshui cared more about secrecy. If it really didn't work, he could slip away with the equipment and people, or even slip away without equipment or people. As long as he was alive, there would always be a chance.

"Take only one box of money and one box of goods, and we go." When Wang Guanshui and the others left the factory area and there was only one road behind them, the police behind them couldn't keep up, and the gunfire gradually ceased. Wang Guanshui's judgment also gradually recovered.

His subordinates were a bit reluctant and whispered: "Boss, let's take them; we can carry them."

"The road is long; there's no need to lose our lives for money. Once we get outside, we can just start over," Wang Guanshui advised: "When this factory was built, I had many ideas that weren't realized. When we build the next one, it will only be better."

Hearing Wang Guanshui say this, several subordinates reluctantly put down the four suitcases, took only two briefcases, and began to climb the mountain.

Pig farms are built in remote places because pigs are actually a delicate animal, especially when raised on a large scale, as they easily get sick and die.

Therefore, pig farms usually don't allow outsiders to enter, which is very suitable for the construction of drug manufacturing factories. At the same time, the smell and sewage mode of pig farms are also suitable for covering up the odors and sewage produced by drug manufacturing factories.

When Wang Guanshui first started building this factory, he had intended to hit and run like before, but he didn't expect the conditions to be so suitable that he immediately took root.

Compared to drug manufacturing factories abroad, domestic drug manufacturing factories are generally small in scale, mainly in the mode of manual workshops. After all, domestic raw materials and sales are difficult, and the production process is easily discovered.

However, as long as they take root and can continuously produce and sell, the profits of domestic drug manufacturing factories are too considerable—to say they are ten or a hundred times that of foreign factories is no exaggeration—the cost of smuggling drugs into the country from abroad is just like that.

Wang Guanshui's ambition also expanded rapidly because of this.

Even now, although he was afraid in his heart, he still held some hope.

Wang Guanshui led his men to start climbing the mountain.

Wang Guanshui was a native of Wangquanhe Town, but he only lived there until middle school, when he followed his mother to another place because his parents divorced. Later, his mother remarried, and Wang Guanshui couldn't stay at home, so he simply ran away from home and went to the south to work.

In a large dormitory of 20 people, when Wang Guanshui listened to stories, he heard many stories about drug dealers. Those were told by old workers in their late twenties, specifically to show off their social status.

Wang Guanshui, however, felt this was a good way to make money, so he consciously looked for opportunities. At that time, Wang Guanshui was young and handsome, and he dated many girlfriends, some of whom worked in nightclubs, and some who didn't at first but later went to work in nightclubs. Finally, heaven rewards the diligent, and Wang Guanshui finally came into contact with the mysterious world of drugs through a former girlfriend.

Since then, Wang Guanshui also became a regular at nightclubs, living a life of luxury every day, and could date many girlfriends at the same time.

"After going up the mountain, we will act in three groups. My cousin and I will be together, and you four will carry the money and goods separately. We will meet 2 kilometers downstream from the Wangquanhe pier. I have a speedboat hidden there. If we go down the river, we can leave the province in two hours. By then, we can go ashore and buy a car or something; the police won't be able to catch us." Wang Guanshui carried his gun, walking out of breath.

Several subordinates were a bit uneasy and said: "Boss, let's go together."

"With so many of us, the target is too big. Drilling through the forest in a long line of people... We have to guard against their drones and such..." Wang Guanshui said half-truthfully. He did indeed have a speedboat hidden downstream from the pier, but this trick was too obvious; it was mainly used to guard against his peers.

As for the police, Wang Guanshui knew they had many methods. No matter how fast a speedboat is, it's not faster than a telephone line. It's true that they could leave the province in 2 hours, but leaving the province isn't leaving the country. By then, if the police set up guns by the river, they would have to get off the boat if they didn't want to be riddled with bullets.

Wang Guanshui's backup plan for dealing with the police was a cave in a mountain stream. It was a rock cave he had visited with his friends when he was a child. The entrance was extremely hidden, and it was extremely deep and wide inside. Wang Guanshui had previously stored a large amount of supplies inside, enough to hide for several months without any problems.

No matter how many people the police mobilized, as long as they couldn't find him, it would all be in vain.

However, it was too uncomfortable for 6 people to hide in one cave, and it wouldn't be easy to manage, so Wang Guanshui could only painfully send his four subordinates away.