A plantation was destroyed.

Although Captain Hank later publicly apologized, after all, a factory was destroyed.

Carlos had to meet with Sandra.

"Why are you so greedy?"

"What's the problem? Is it just planting a little bit?"

"What do you mean a little bit? That's already enough, isn't it?"

"No! It's far from enough! Besides, nothing's happening right now."

"You greedy woman! Why are you so greedy!"

"Hehe... Aren't you greedy too?"

The moment they met, tempers flared.

In fact, Carlos was a bit worried.

He had managed to solve the problem with the plantation.

Of course, he didn't reveal himself, he came up with the idea.

The idea was quite interesting.

Originally, the plantation was allowed to operate under the pretense of helping some cancer patients in need of strong pain relief.

Well, in fact, most of these large plantations were under such a guise.

Since that was the case, it was easy to handle.

Simply let these original patients come forward.

Let them file complaints, seek out the media to lament.

"We're already dying people, so what's wrong with planting some D?"

"Just planting a little more, do you want us to die?"

That was the general idea.

The key was the media showed up.

The DEA couldn't handle the pressure, so they had Hank come out to apologize.

Actually, this kind of behavior is very common in the United States.

Disadvantaged groups use their 'disadvantage' to gain more privileges.

Yes, that's how it is.

Especially many Black people, they are very good at exploiting racial discrimination for benefits.

And in reality, these patients were terminally ill and indeed had no money.

The plantation used their names, so of course they had to share the money with them.

Although the share wasn't much, it at least included those D.

This stuff indeed could relieve these patients' pain.

So, they were naturally willing to cause a fuss.

Carlos's 'idea' was indeed very clever.

Sandra was very pleased at the time.

Like the drug lords of South America, their methods were violent and bloody.

But, when it came to brains, they were just average.

Sandra was sure that if Carlos didn't become a doctor, he'd be quite a formidable drug lord.

Of course, Carlos wasn't interested in being a drug lord.

And the crux of their argument was...

"Don't overdo it! Getting through this time was not easy!"

Carlos's suggestion was good.

But Sandra sneered, "Not overdo it? You're being naive!"

Maybe Carlos was smart, but he was indeed naive.

Once the door was opened, it would become wider and wider.

With the procedures in place, there would be more and more planting.

So many Old Mo were waiting to eat here.

When Carlos heard this, he felt quite frustrated inside.

How to solve this?

Sandra proposed a brilliant idea, "Carlos, how about this, didn't you want to replace Paddy before?

You should run for office, become a representative, then further become a Senator of California.

Then, make all D legal!"

This...

"Ridiculous!"

Carlos, at that time, was still a doctor.

From a doctor's perspective, they truly understood the harm of this stuff.

Making it fully legal was a moral line they couldn't cross.

However, there are many people whose consciences have long been blackened, fed to the dogs.

Blackened to the dogs?

Leaving this pun aside, actually, even later in California or Canada.

What they talked about was the legalization of recreational D.

But, getting to this point, there wasn't much difference from being fully legal.

At present, Carlos himself still said he couldn't accept it.

But, Sandra had her ways.

"Don't rush to deny it, we can take it slow."

This bitch, playing with Carlos, the doctor, again.

If he ran for office... would these drug lords support him?

Surprisingly, Carlos was somewhat tempted.

...

On the other side of San Diego.

Fulton brought his daughter back home.

Actually, he just asked the doctor, his daughter at most had a bone fracture or something.

She should recover.

And importantly, once back home, she should stay away from Oxycodone.

Well, that medication was precisely what Fulton was working hard to promote.

But the more it was so, the less he wanted his daughter to get involved with it.

He knew all too well how powerful that stuff was.

Yes, they all knew.

But, could they really achieve their goals?

Fulton had to work every day, and his wife took care of their daughter at home.

As for this care... after all, their family's social class wasn't bad.

He had already risen to the top position in San Diego, earning quite a bit.

Although he felt like he was still just a pharmaceutical rep.

Purdue Company's sales tactics lead to such a situation.

The 'head' of an area was just a bigger sales rep.

But no matter what, he had to try hard to promote it.

However, this day, Fulton returned home...

"Tia, Tia?"

Fulton was somewhat overwhelmed, seeing something wrong with his daughter's expression.

When someone appears like zombies from American zombie films.

You can basically confirm they've taken drugs.

So, what did they take?

"Oh God!"

What didn't Fulton understand?

"Why did you give her Oxycodone?"

The furious Fulton went to his wife and started yelling.

But his wife was also helpless.

"I couldn't bear seeing Tia suffer."

One tablet of Oxycodone was only 5 US Dollars, not a bad price.

And they had a prescription.

Right, they got it from the hospital.

Mrs. Fulton couldn't bring herself to deny her daughter... wait a moment!

Actually, by this point, it was clear.

Tia was already addicted!

Manager Fulton felt his world was falling apart.

...

Palm Springs.

Hank, wearing casual clothes, drove his car here.

This was as expected, he needed to discuss something with Dr. Zhou.

But Dr. Zhou was recently making something here.

He really couldn't leave.

No worries, Hank came himself.

In fact, it wasn't far.

Palm Springs was only over a hundred kilometers away from both Los Angeles and San Diego.

This is the United States, it really isn't far.

After all, everyone drives, often commuting dozens of kilometers to work.

Hank arrived at a golf club.

Zhou Mo Sen had already waved to him.

The two soon exchanged friendly banter.

Walking and playing golf as they chatted.

This was originally a desert, and golf courses are quite water-consuming.

Americans, they sure waste a lot!

But Zhou Mo Sen wouldn't mention this; he knew why Hank was here.

"That little girl went back, so..."

"Rest assured, Mr. Fulton will be devastated."

"Huh? Then we..."

"Don't rush; wait it out, wait until Mr. Fulton is truly desperate, that's when our opportunity arises."

Hank shuddered.

Dr. Zhou had excellent medical skills but was indeed ruthless.

At this moment, a beauty walked on the grass in a floral dress.

Hank was momentarily stunned.

Jennifer Connelly, she seemed much younger...

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