Justin had been staying in Little Rock for too long. There wasn't much going on here normally, especially since Arkansas is situated in the central part of the country, far from both the East and West Coasts, so there weren't that many big things to do.
For a broker like him, no business ant no inco. Even though he had connections at the InterContinental Hotel in New York, there wasn't much he could do. Most of the business had already been resolved locally in New York and its surroundings, which left him with very few assignnts.
In fact, a few assignnts from Jimmy in the past, including money laundering, allowed him to make large amounts of inco, mostly cash that he could freely use. Jimmy beca his lucky charm. As a seasoned FBI agent, Jimmy had enough capability to investigate so matters, so it was natural for him to think of Jimmy when a lucrative business opportunity arose.
The task of investigating the source of blue thamphetamine had actually been pending for a long ti. Of course, those who could be tasked with it were definitely underworld figures. Many people were interested in this information because th of this purity had never appeared on the market before. The blue color of the th was the best anti-counterfeit trademark. Its quality was good, price high, and it was highly favored by certain high-end clientele.
That's right, their target wasn't the street junkies; it was directly aid at high-end clientele. How much money could those street thugs possibly scrape together? Many of them were robbing Peter to pay Paul, unstable and prone to accidents. That high-end clientele were the best custors, wealthy, leisurely, and generous, with adequate dical resources to ensure they wouldn't have accidents. This was a long-term business.
Currently, the channels to obtain blue th were mostly low-end gangs, and many people were displeased with them. Giving such a good product to these people to sell to street junkies was simply criminal.
Gangs that could access the InterContinental Hotel were already upper-echelon. They didn't bother with the stuff street thugs pieced together. Much of it was already tainted. What they wanted was supply, purity, and quality, so they were willing to pay big money for supply information, trying to procure it themselves or simply control the whole business.
Justin explained these situations, and just as he was about to finish, soone pressed the buzzer outside. He apologized and left the small room. Jimmy looked outside, but nothing was happening in the bar. However, Justin whispered with soone at the bar and then returned. It seed there was so urgent information to synchronize.
Justin quickly ca back, carrying a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "Care for a drink? Your favorite, Scotch Whiskey."
Jimmy nodded. Justin poured the drink while continuing to talk about the blue thamphetamine.
This th had appeared last year, so far it's been less than a year, and in fact, it took a bit longer to reach Little Rock, roughly only four to five months. Even so, it had drawn a lot of attention in certain circles.
The source hasn't been found yet. Many were buying a batch from others and then reselling it. This showed how strong their confidentiality skills were concerning the supply source.
The hotel had already discovered so intel, including a few key gangs and so transport routes and directions, aiming to narrow the scope down to New xico and Texas, the places bordering xico. They had also received clear ssages from xican gangs that this product was currently only sold inside the United States, with only a few instances reported in xico, supplying only specific high-end venues. This ruled out the possibility of the source coming from Central and South Arica.
th is a lab product, so being able to spread to so many states in over half a year theoretically indicated the source must have a super lab or factory. It would actually be very difficult to keep such places secret. Whether it's personnel or the chemical products needed to synthesize th, it's bound to be a process requiring a considerable labor force. Yet no one could locate the specific site, and no one leaked the information.
Jimmy clinked glasses with Justin and took a sip of the drink, leaning back on the sofa. After thinking for a mont, he asked, "Did you obtain all this intel through underworld channels?"
Justin nodded, "You know, most of our information relies on intel providers. Most people have so connections with various parties, but the vast majority of information cos from the dark side.
The official channels have even less information. In fact, I suspect so of the information they have now leaked from our side. Not long ago, soone from the DEA was ambushed by a xican assassin, eventually killing the assassin in return, but he was also severely injured.
He happened to be the agent responsible for investigating the blue thamphetamine. Based on the current situation, it seems they discovered sothing about certain people or things, which led to a gag order from xico. This is also why I think the DEA was misled."
Jimmy frowned at Justin, "So arrogant? How dare they co to Arkansas and do this?"
Justin: "No, not here, it was in Albuquerque, New xico."
Jimmy: "Do you know who it was, the injured person?"
Justin: "I didn't pay attention to that, why?"
Jimmy: "I have a few friends at the DEA office in Albuquerque, but..." He glanced at his watch and shook his head, "It's too late, I'll ask tomorrow. Go on."
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