Black people are also aware of the goods. They know how rare the ice crystals in the small bag are. From the fact that the other party can take out such high-end goods, it can be seen that the other party has very advanced pharmaceutical technology, and there are definitely heavyweight figures or forces behind it, not ordinary people.

Frank chatted with the black man for a few words, wrote down the black man's phone number, and left the factory.

"How is it?" Frank returned to Pinkman's car, and Pinkman couldn't wait to ask.

"It's all done, so don't worry about the car anymore. Now take me to Crazy Xiaoba's house to see it." Frank said.

"Where do what?" Pinkman was puzzled.

"Go and see if there are any surveillance nearby and if someone has been photographed going to his house." Frank said.

The two came to a place two blocks away from Crazy Little Ba's house. Frank asked Pinkman to stop, get off the car himself, and walk towards Crazy Little Ba's house.

After Frank walked around, he felt relieved.

I once again felt how vast New Mexico is, with very large spaces and sparsely populated, and the distance between houses is very large, as well as lawns and green shades, etc. The distance between the two houses must be at least four or five hundred meters.

Not to mention that Frank did not see anyone installing surveillance. Even if there is surveillance, there is such a long distance and there are trees blocking it, you can’t take any photos.

Crazy Xiao Ba is a D-man, so it is even more impossible to install surveillance at your own home.

After a careful inspection, it was confirmed that the police would not find Pinkman because of the disappearance of Crazy Xiao Ba. After Frank returned to the car and went home with Pinkman.

When I got home, I heard a cry for help from the basement. Crazy Xiaoba woke up.

"What, what to do?" Pinkman asked in fear.

"Is there a rag?" Frank found a rag in the kitchen and asked Pinkman to take the tape and go to the basement together.

"Pinkman, you bastard!" In the basement, the crazy little Bazheng grabbed the U-shaped lock on his neck with his hands, and cursed when he saw Pinkman gritting his teeth.

"!!" Pinkman trembled all over and subconsciously wanted to run back upstairs.

"He is tied up, what are you afraid of?" Frank grabbed Pinkman.

Crazy Xiaoba's neck was fixed to the pipe with a U-shaped lock, and his hands and legs were tied with ropes, so he could not move at all.

"Where are my cousin, what do you want to do?" Crazy Xiaoba asked, watching Frank walk in, twisting his body to stay away from Frank.

"Come here, why are you still standing there?" Frank stuffed the rag directly into Crazy Ba's mouth and said to Pinkman standing there.

"Ah? Oh!" Pinkman came to his senses and walked over, but was still quite far away. He stretched out his arm and handed the tape to Frank.

"Woooo!" Seeing Pinkman's timid appearance, Frank was helpless. He took the tape and wrapped Crazy Xiaoba's mouth in the vague struggle to prevent Crazy Xiaoba from spitting out the rag, and wrapped his hands several times to avoid scratching the tape on his mouth.

"Let's go." After doing all this, Frank didn't want to see Crazy Xiaoba look miserable and left the basement without looking back.

Frank and Pinkman returned to the upper floor, and the two sat on the sofa, neither spoke, nor lights in the room. There was only a day when the TV was lit with messy news and the light flashing in the room.

The lighter sounded, and Pinkman stared at a big m cigarette.

"Ahem!" Pinkman took a big gulp, coughed for a long time, and handed the cigarette to Frank.

Frank didn't have a friendship either, so he took it and took a breath. After doing this, he really needed to take a breath to calm down his mind.

Although Frank is a person who has seen the world, has experienced many things, has killed the shapeshift monster with his own hands, has seen demons and cannibals, and has driven away demons, but trapped a person and starved to death. This behavior that is like torture is also under a lot of pressure.

"Are you Mr. White's classmate? Are you also a teacher?" Pinkman asked as if he felt the atmosphere in the room was too depressing and said, breaking the silence.

"I'm not a teacher, and I haven't seen each other for many years," Frank said.

"What are you doing?" Pinkman asked in a sip.

"I'm doing nothing, I'm almost the same as you, just a slut." Frank took the cigarette.

"But Teacher White said you are classmates, high school classmates?" Pinkman asked in confusion.

"I'm a college classmate, we used to live in the same dormitory..." Frank took a sip.

"College classmate? But..." Pinkman became even more confused.

In Pinkman's opinion, those who have been to college are considered intellectuals, so how could they be like him?

"So what if I've been to college? I've also met many doctoral students who are trash picking up rags. No matter how high the education is, there are always people who are good at doing well, and some are not good at doing well."

"Walter, he was the one I knew before, the most knowledgeable, and even participated in the Nobel Prize program. He is not still a teacher in this broken place," Frank said.

"Nobel Prize!?" Pinkman showed a shocked expression. Even if he had no knowledge, he knew what the Nobel Prize was.

"I didn't expect that, nor did I expect that he would become like this after decades of not seeing him." Frank said and took a breath.

Frank and Pinkman chatted, and Frank briefly talked about his own affairs, living in Chicago, having six children, etc.

"My eldest son Lipp is almost eighteen, about the same age as you. When I see you, I can't help but think of him, but Lipp is a top student and is still in his second year of high school and has been able to pass the college entrance examination. Haval, Stanford, and MIT can all be admitted. The professor at the University of Chicago likes him and wants him to skip the grade and go to the University of Chicago to study..." Frank said.

"What?" Pinkman asked.

"No, because there is no tuition, do you know how much it costs to go to a prestigious university like the University of Chicago for a year?" Frank sighed.

"So, you came to Mr. White to make up for the tuition for the child, but unfortunately you came here in vain this time..." Pinkman said with a sudden enlightenment.

"It's not in vain... Tell me about you." Frank said, and then changed his mind and asked about Pinkman.

"Me? I have nothing to say, I am just a local. I have never left Mexico. I have no special skills, I have no special love, and I have nothing to hate..." Pinkman said casually.

"Where are your parents?" Frank asked.
Chapter completed!