C19 Selling Fake Medicine Deserved Death

In no time, Zhao Feng had all the thugs sprawled on the ground, writhing in pain or knocked out cold. The bearded man was the only one left standing. Witnessing Zhao Feng's prowess, he looked on in terror and stammered, "You... Who are you? Why are you picking a fight with us?"

Zhao Feng chuckled darkly, "You deserve to die for producing counterfeit medicine! But that's not the only reason I'm here. You had the audacity to swap out the medicine in my wife's warehouse with your fakes. For that, you deserve to die even more!"

The bearded man's eyes widened in shock. "What? We've been making fake meds all day, but we've never sold any. We certainly haven't tampered with your wife's medicine!"

Zhao Feng scoffed, "What's all this in the yard? And inside the house? Do I really need to spell it out for you? If it wasn't you, then who?"

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off for the bearded man. "I've got it!" he exclaimed.

Zhao Feng gave him a piercing look. "Spit it out, then. You might not get another chance."

"It wasn't us—it had to be the people from the base. Our little operation just started and we haven't sold anything yet. But the base is a different story; they've been at it for a long time. They're the ones who must have sold the goods!" the bearded man blurted out.

Zhao Feng was taken aback. "What are you saying? There's a base involved?"

"Yes! The base is the real hub of the counterfeit operation! We've only just dipped our toes into this business. Please, let me go! I'll give you the location of the base!" the bearded man pleaded.

Zhao Feng smirked, "I'll have someone take you into custody. If it turns out the base is real, and you've truly never sold any fake drugs, you might get your sentence reduced by more than ten years."

After extracting the precise location of the counterfeit base from the bearded man, Zhao Feng proceeded to inspect the courtyard. Inside, he found a variety of raw materials and a rudimentary production line.

"What are these counterfeit drugs made of?" Zhao Feng asked, furrowing his brow.

"They're made of... just flour mixed with some additives. They taste almost like the real thing," the bearded man hastily explained.

Zhao Feng snorted in disgust. "You're utterly heartless! Do you have any idea of the consequences if a patient takes these? It could be fatal!"

He paused, then added sternly, "If you haven't sold any yet, there might be a chance for redemption. But if you've sold them, you're looking at spending the rest of your life behind bars!"

At those final words, the bearded man's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, terrified.

Zhao Feng called Elder Ding, instructing him to send people to take control of the situation and detain the bearded man and his accomplices.

Once Zhao Feng had dealt with the issues at the base, he would have the police arrest them all.

After Elder Ding's team took over, Zhao Feng slipped away and drove straight to the base the bearded man had mentioned.

Arriving at the location, Zhao Feng was taken aback by the size of the operation—it was a sizable factory!

It appeared to be a legitimate food production facility, but shockingly, it was a front for manufacturing counterfeit drugs!

Zhao Feng seethed with anger. A factory of this magnitude could be producing an unimaginable quantity of fake drugs daily.

How many patients would suffer worsened conditions or even die as a result of these drugs?

A fierce desire for retribution flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes. He wished he could just bomb the place and eliminate everyone involved.

But reason prevailed; he knew he couldn't resort to such measures. The factory was too large, with too many people for him to handle alone.

With this in mind, Zhao Feng decided to first infiltrate and gather intelligence, then alert the authorities.

He stealthily approached the rear of the factory and effortlessly scaled the perimeter wall.

Perched atop the wall, he surveyed the layout below. The entrance led to an office building, with workshops in the center and warehouses at the far end.

Currently, two shifty-looking youths stood guard at the warehouse entrance, swapping crude jokes and bursting into laughter from time to time.

Zhao Feng scanned the area and was surprised to find that the factory had its own patrol team, making rounds approximately every ten minutes. Once the patrol had passed, Zhao Feng nonchalantly plucked a small stone from the wall and tossed it to the left, hitting the warehouse wall with a thud.

Startled, the two young guards at the warehouse rushed to investigate the noise but found nothing. Seizing the moment, Zhao Feng leaped down and slipped into the factory from the side of the warehouse unnoticed.

After a fruitless search, the guards scratched their heads and returned to their post, oblivious to the fact that Zhao Feng had infiltrated the factory during their brief distraction.

Circling the warehouse, Zhao Feng spotted a window left slightly open, likely an oversight by the warehouse staff. He checked his surroundings, and once he was sure the coast was clear, he pushed the window open and climbed inside.

Inside, the sight of the warehouse brimming with counterfeit medication left Zhao Feng stunned. The extent of the operation was alarming—untold numbers of patients could have been harmed by this den of deceit.

Now certain of the warehouse's illicit purpose, Zhao Feng wasted no time. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number of the middle-aged police captain he'd met previously. The captain had been impressed with Zhao Feng's investigative prowess and had given him his number, suggesting that Zhao Feng could join his team as a police officer if he ever decided to.

The phone rang and was quickly answered by Captain Zheng's amiable voice, "Zhao Feng, have you finally decided to join us as a police officer?"

Zhao Feng let out a wry chuckle, "Captain Zheng, I'm not calling about that. I've stumbled upon something far more pressing."

"What could be more pressing than your future career?" Captain Zheng quipped.

"Captain Zheng, I've uncovered a counterfeit medicine operation. It's masquerading as a food company, but in reality, it's a hub for producing fake drugs. I've sent you the address. Make sure to bring backup; the scale of this factory is no joke," Zhao Feng said, his tone grave.

Captain Zheng's demeanor shifted at the news, "What? A counterfeit drug operation of that size? Okay, I'll gather my team and head to the location you provided. Be extremely careful not to blow your cover!"

Once he ended the call, Zhao Feng found a secluded corner to hide in. With the police on their way, he didn't feel the need to take action himself.

Besides, the base was massive; for all he knew, it could be crawling with ruthless criminals, possibly armed with guns!

Playing it safe, Zhao Feng decided to simply watch from the sidelines.

It took less than twenty minutes before the wail of police sirens filled the air. A cold smirk spread across Zhao Feng's face. This counterfeit drug operation was done for!