San Diego, three o'clock in the afternoon.

This time is really too anticipated for elementary school students in the United States.

Because it's almost time to end school.

Tia is ten years old this year, and she has developed quite well, looking like a teenaged girl.

However, she is still an elementary school student after all.

It's just that she has to participate in some activities after school.

In recent years, soccer has been developing quite fast in the United States.

Especially women's soccer, which has achieved good results.

Although Tia is an elementary school student, she has great talent in sports.

Now, she is already a key player in the school's soccer team.

Oh yes, she is a black girl.

This race is indeed quite impressive in sports.

Tia is eagerly awaiting, eagerly awaiting... suddenly the school bell rings, and she rushes outside impatiently.

Green field, soccer, her teammates are waiting for her.

It should be said, the school where Tia is enrolled is quite a good community school.

Many of the girls she plays with are white, of course, there are some Asian faces too.

But she doesn't feel like an outsider.

Instead, because of her strong soccer skills, she is quite popular in the school.

Well, she doesn't have much talent in academics.

But that's okay, her dad has told her.

If she plays good soccer, going to college in the future won't be a problem.

Tia actually hadn't thought much about it, she just likes playing soccer.

Quickly, she changed into sports clothes and shoes.

Let's start now!

...

Bee-oo~ bee-oo~

The border area between Los Angeles and San Diego.

Captain Hank and his subordinates rushed into a D* drug plantation.

They came in full force, and the people in this plant panicked as soon as they saw them.

"Run!"

"Shit!"

"Oh f*ck!"

Originally just a ragtag group, if one person starts, the others will follow.

Seeing the bad situation, everyone started to run.

The scene instantly became chaotic.

Originally, there was someone in charge of this plant.

Of course, it was Old Mo.

They were arrogant and domineering, eating and drinking well, abusing workers with beatings and scoldings.

They relied on the guns they had.

Now seeing trouble, they simply took out their guns and came out.

The result...

Bam bam!

"Armed forces!"

"Officer down!"

"Support! Support!"

After all, it's DEA, their combat strength is quite strong.

Seeing the other side taking out guns, they directly started shooting.

And the officer who went down actually tripped.

Soon, the battle was over, and three of the in-charge Old Mo were shot dead.

Only until this time did the arriving managers finally think of what to do.

"You can't treat us like this! We have proper paperwork!"

"Yes! We have a license!"

Just remembered the license?

Don't be surprised, these days many people are muddled.

These Old Mo were originally small drug dealers from the south.

They basically had no management experience and hadn't done many legal things.

To think of the license now is considered not bad at all.

This plant is already in a state of chaos, and Captain Hank sees the license in front of him.

Honestly, Captain Hank has never heard of such a license.

But now seeing it...

Understood, turns out the D* they are planting here is for medical research.

Hmm... barely counts as a kind of license.

So, Captain Hank made a mistake?

Was the Old Mo holding the gun earlier mistakenly killed?

Captain Hank quickly noticed something was amiss.

"Your so-called 'license' says 300 square meters, do you know how big your place is?"

300 square meters.

For growing medical D*, this is indeed reasonable.

But the current plant... just looking around, you can't see the end!

The key is, it's not just planted outdoors like that.

But it's no-soil cultivation!

This no-soil cultivation has an advantage, which is that it can be planted in several layers!

Just a rack with five or six layers.

Thus, even if it's 300 square meters of planting area, it still multiplies several times over.

Such and so... still illegal!

The leader heard this and immediately panicked.

"Well, then... can I make a phone call?"

What is this for?

"You have a BOSS? Great!"

Hank's eyes lit up as soon as he heard.

And that Old Mo leader also realized he had misspoken.

What to do?

But at this moment, a loud bang!

A pickup truck suddenly rushed in from outside!

The so-called plantation was indeed indoors, but the outer wall of the factory was just a layer of tin.

Anyway, it was mainly for covering, just like putting on a lid.

The roof was nothing more than simple asbestos shingles.

Such a vehicle charging in left the DEA dumbfounded.

Who could it be? Weren't they all subdued earlier?

They couldn't imagine that the driver was from the East.

Chen Ming, he had already endured a lot for his monthly salary of 5,000 US Dollars.

Having worked for such a long time, he was about to get paid.

And then, the police came?

These American police… how are they different from the ones back home?

American police shoot just like that?

So violent?

Chen Ming used to almost always read 'Zhi Yin' in the morning, 'Yilin' at night, and 'Reader' during lunch.

He read many touching stories of American police and people living like family.

How is it different now?

But, no matter how different, f*ck it!

No one can stop me from earning that 5,000 US Dollars a month.

Watching the foreman being controlled and about to be captured, that just won't do!

Originally, he was discovered by chance due to some fertilizer business, and now seeing the situation has calmed.

So Chen Ming quietly found a pickup truck.

Although it was tightly monitored, Chen Ming had been in the United States for a while, aware of some things here.

He then found the car keys from under the sun visor.

He could drive, and back home, he drove such trucks.

So, here we go!

He charged directly inside, then with a flick of the tail, many plantation racks were knocked down, those things were in rows and quite tall.

The DEA was caught off guard, forced to dodge everywhere.

Captain Hank had never seen such a scenario, so he directly drew his gun and fired.

Bam bam!

Unfortunately, with a rack coming his way, he had to dodge first.

"Get in the car!"

The car drove up to the Old Mo leader.

The Old Mo realized immediately and quickly got in.

Then another bang!

This pickup charged out from the other side of the plantation factory.

"Chase!"

The scene turned chaotic, and Hank could only give such a simple order.

Some Old Mos or Asians took advantage of the chaos and ran away.

The DEA regrouped, looking quite disheveled.

After all, this was an impromptu situation, and they were understaffed.

Thankfully, the Old Mos just ran, and the DEA had no casualties.

They immediately started the pursuit.

Hank drove, with his capable subordinate, Philip, by his side.

The two headed south all the way.

The direction was very clear…

"We must prevent them from reaching Tijuana!"

Indeed, south leads to Tijuana, as the Old Mo supervisor told Chen Ming.

Although Chen Ming could drive, he was not familiar with the route.

Luckily, he could navigate.

Heading south, their choice of roads was extremely bizarre.

The Old Mo supervisor was not familiar with the routes either.

The car roved around like a headless fly.

This made Hank and the others quite frustrated while chasing.

It was nearly impossible to predict which path the car would take.

They contacted the traffic department, but setting up roadblocks ahead was challenging.

Chasing all the way, they ended up in a middle-upper class neighborhood of San Diego.

Chen Ming was sweating profusely, blood filling his eyes.

Suddenly!

A soccer ball flew past in front of him.

Then he saw a few young girls in jerseys rush out.

But attempting anything was too late.

...

Before Tia got hit and sent flying, she just wanted to retrieve the soccer ball.

She didn't even know how she was flown so high.

Afterward, she was in a strange mental state.

Until she saw a very fierce face.

Then she was put in a car.

Then her mom appeared.

"Mrs. Fulton, right? Your child's condition is quite okay.."

"What do you mean 'quite okay'? Can't you see she's in pain?"

"Mrs. Fulton, the current situation is..."

"Use Oxycodone! This drug must relieve her pain!"

"But..."

Tia's last name was Fulton, and her mother truly wanted to lessen her pain.

Moreover, wasn't Oxycodone what her father was vigorously promoting?

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