"Yes, yes, these are crystal-grade goods, two or three inches long. These are super high-end goods of super pure grade. This is a work of art. Teacher White is an artist. He is simply from the pharmaceutical industry... Jordan, Einstein..." Seeing Frank identifying the goods, Pinkman said excitedly.

When Walter Pharmaceutical was next to him, Pinkman was very excited when he saw the finished product, but Walter was very ordinary, and Pinkman could not share the excitement with others.

Now I finally saw a person who knew how high quality and incredible these ice crystals were, and quickly shared his feelings.

"For such high-quality goods, no wonder Xiao Ba in the basement wanted to find who made these ice crystals. You don't know what this means." Frank said.

"What does it mean?" Pinkman wondered, and Walter also looked at Frank.

"Anyone with a channel will be surprised and unbelievable when he sees this sample."

"The second reaction is to find the person who made this sample no matter what. If the other party has no background, let him make medicine for me. If the other party has a background, then cooperate and find a way to get a batch of goods to sell."

"If the other party has no background and is unwilling to cooperate..." Frank said, pausing for a moment, looking at the same two.

"Then kill him, I can't get it, so don't let others get it." Frank continued.

‘Gudu…’ Walter and Pinkman subconsciously swallowed, and Walter shook his hands even more, and the rag in his hand fell to the ground.

Frank glanced at Walter deeply. Although Walter was just an ordinary chemistry teacher, he was a member of the Nobel Prize team and a real chemistry master after all.

In the eyes of Frank and others, the ice crystals in their hands were incredible, but in Walter's eyes, they were probably the level of basic chemical level that children could do.

In my memory, Frank can still remember Walter's glorious appearance when he was young. If everything is normal, Walter should have become a well-known expert professor, adding bricks and tiles to the development of mankind, or building a large company with core technology.

But I don’t know what turning point Walter’s life has experienced. Such a super genius has become an ordinary chemistry teacher in a public high school, and he has been accused of decades.

Frank and Walter have been in contact with email for so long, and Walter has not talked about his past.

However, gold will always shine, and the ice crystals in Frank's hand are enough to prove that Walter's sword is not old.

If Walter's value was known to the world, many big D owls would spend hundreds of millions and invite Walter to help them make medicine with the highest treatment.

When Frank and the other two cleaned the inside and outside of the yellow sports car, the sky turned dim.

"It's getting late, I'm going home now, Frank, can you... live in Pinkman first?" Walter glanced at the time and discussed with Frank.

After learning that Frank had killed someone before, Walter's attitude towards Frank changed a little.

"You go back, I'll live there. This place is quite big." Frank said casually.

New Mexico is vast and sparsely populated, and it can be said that the least valuable thing is the land. Therefore, houses are generally large. Pinkman lives alone at home, but the house is larger than Frank's Chicago home, and three or four cars can be parked in the yard.

Not to mention living alone Frank, even if Fiona and six others are still bringing them over, they will not be crowded.

"Hey!" Pinkman said dissatisfiedly. This is his home.

"Boy, I'm here to cover you. Are you afraid that when you sleep at night, the crazy little eight will get out of trouble and kill you with one shot?" Frank said.

"..." Pinkman didn't say anything anymore, he was indeed afraid.

"And, we have something to do later," Frank said.

"What to do?" Pinkman was stunned.

"You will know later, use your phone for me." Frank said.

After Walter drove home, Frank made a few calls, and then left home with Pinkman, who drove his own car, Frank drove a yellow sports car without a license plate.

Frank said an address, and Pinkman led the way.

According to the address, the two came to a factory in the suburbs.

Frank asked Pinkman to wait outside, drove the yellow sports car into the factory, and there were two people waiting inside.

"Look at it." Frank got off the driveway.

The two of them looked at the gloves Frank was wearing and said nothing, got in the car and checked it, and opened the hood to check the inside of the car.

Frank contacted the people in Chicago who handled the black cars through their colleagues in New Mexico.

"Don't worry, no one has died, so you can take action." Frank said.

"I remember, I've seen this car before. It seems to be Crazy Xiaoba's car. The car inside him was modified by me, and I helped me change it." said a black man with a headscarf.

"So what?" Frank asked.

"It's nothing. I don't know that guy very well. I just give me some discounts when buying goods. Did you make him?" asked the black man.

The black man met Crazy Little Ba and knew what Crazy Little Ba did.

However, the pharmaceutical industry is an industry with fast metabolism. Unless it is at the level of the Big D Owl, it can hold it firmly for more than ten years. However, if you are not careful, it may also have the possibility of a gutter capsized.

And D-vendors of the level of Crazy Xiaoba may be killed at any time, so he has no psychological burden to deal with Crazy Xiaoba's car and does not care about Crazy Xiaoba's life or death.

In the eyes of the black man, Frank should be the new D-man, who killed and swallowed Crazy Xiao Ba's territory.

However, they are playing cars, and they are not from the same industry as D, so they just ask casually.

"Who knows, I'm just running errands," Frank said.

The black man gestured for a moment, and his companion took out a thick envelope from his arms. He made such transactions in cash.

"This is a gift for you, just take a tip." Frank took the envelope and took out a small bag from his pocket, which was a sample of ice crystals made by Walter.

"Thank you." The black man took it casually and thanked him.

The ice crystals in this small bag are about two grams, and if you pay for it, it will cost several hundred yuan.

"Hey." The black companion looked at the ice crystal in the small bag, patted the black man, and signaled him to take a closer look.

"This... is so white, how purity is this?" The black man looked down and was stunned.

"Super high-end, not something you can buy casually," Frank said.
Chapter completed!