"Lamu was psychologically quite resistant to the cocaine business because of his education at the Hudsons' family and his own descendant Dalit." Jurgen pulled out a document from the folder and handed it to Randolph. "This is his confession, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Although he began to resist, Lamu soon tasted the sweetness from this business. Because of the importance of his position, the organization leader gave him considerable rewards." The SS major pointed at his confession.

"One ounce of pure cocaine on the black market in India costs Rs 200, but usually the gangs will mix impurities ten to fifteen times the amount of impurities into pure cocaine, and then sell them to drug users at a pack of fifty rupees, each pack is about half an ounce. Considering that the ex-factory price of cocaine manufacturers is only 25 rupees per ounce, the profits contained in it are quite amazing," Jurgen reported.

"For every ten kilograms of cocaine smuggled, Lamu can get a bonus of 1,000 to 1,500 rupees, which is almost equivalent to more than 100 pounds, which is enough for him to do a lot of things. For example, bribing his superiors," the SS colonel clicked the documents in his hand.

"In the past year and a half, he bribed more than 20 Royal Air Force officers and soldiers to smuggle drugs for him, and bribed every superior officer who knew about the matter. As the number of people involved increased and the scale of smuggling became larger and larger, they were no longer satisfied with storing drugs with planes, and began to use Royal Air Force logistics trucks to smuggle cocaine from Myanmar to India. Usually they would disguise drugs as important military supplies, and the border police had no right to unbox and inspect them." Jurgen took out a folded map from his briefcase.

"The ones marked on this are their most commonly used smuggling routes." Major SS pointed to the route marked with red pencils on the map.

"In just five years, this gang established a huge drug sales network throughout the Indian Peninsula. Lamu also used the money provided by the organization to open up the joints, gained the favor of superior officers, and was eventually promoted to become a second lieutenant of the Royal Air Force." Jurgen's expression was a little emotional.

"The degree of depravity and degeneration of Lamu is surprising. Who would have thought that he was once a young man full of ideals,"

Lamu did not regret his behavior, but soon he fell into the fun and enjoyment of money. In this era, money could be easily obtained by Lamu. He could not even imagine in his dreams, enjoying luxurious food that Tuban princes could not enjoy. In the bright lights and wine, Lamu completely lost himself, and he became a complete drug dealer and an accomplice of the devil in hell.

"According to Lamu's confession and the information we have, the organization started smuggling cocaine from India to Europe a year ago," said Jurgen.

This is not a joke. In history, this intercontinental drug trafficking route spans the entire Eurasian 6, the United Kingdom, France, Spain and other European countries. Many people smoke Japanese-made cocaine smuggled from India.

"The smuggling route is very complicated. Most of the journey takes 6 routes. Drugs first enter Iran from the northwestern border of India." Jurgen gesturing on the map.

"Then we arrived at the Port of Bolsh in the Persian Gulf, loaded a transport ship and sneaked across the Persian Gulf, landed 6 along the coast of Saudi Arabia, used local tribal camel fleets to cross the Arabian Peninsula, crossed a section of Jordanian territory, and finally arrived in Egypt." Jurgen pointed the Suez Canal with his finger.

"A portion of the drugs were transported into the mainland of Egypt and then transferred to the Italian and French colonies." The SS major stroked the North African coast with his fingers.

"The other part flows to the European mainland by sea and air transport." Jurgen drew a circle in the northern coast of the Mediterranean.

"They should be punished the most severely, and we must not let any drug dealer go." Randolph said as he knocked on the map, his eyes flashing with excitement. He was now sure that if Yuan knew the news, he would have made another great contribution.

"Don't worry, Lieutenant Colonel, my report has not been finished yet," said Jurgen with a smile.

"At the beginning of this year, Lamu bribed superior officers and was sent to this Chibirit base. He quickly bought Lieutenant General Richard, the commander of the base with a large sum of money. The lieutenant general was about to retire in two years and was eager to get a pension money before retirement. Lamu had this lieutenant general backing up, and with his identity as the British Royal Air Force, he successfully established a secret smuggling passage in the Great Kuhu Lake area." The SS major pointed to the Great Kuhu Lake on the map and said.

"Zipilit is a fully equipped air force base, with runways that can take off and land large aircraft, and a military terminal of 10,000 tons. Whether it is sea or air transport, it is an excellent distribution center.

Smugglers usually take advantage of the night to row rubber rafts filled with drugs and other smuggled goods, cross the Big Bruce Lake to the west bank, and Lamu will take people to the canal to pick them up. These goods are temporarily stored in nearby rented houses, and then wait for the opportunity to hide the goods on a transport ship that crosses the canal to Europe, or on a remote transport plane, and transport them to their destination in Europe." Jurgen reported: "This criminal network was exhibited very quickly in Egypt. At present, we have learned that there are more than 200 local officials and military and police officers involved in the case."

"We want to report this to Yuan immediately. This is no longer an ordinary criminal case." Randolph frowned. At this moment, he finally felt that the problem was not simple.

"I agree with you. Lieutenant Colonel Randolph should indeed let his superiors know about the situation here as soon as possible, especially what I want to say below." Jurgen nodded and said.

"You also see that Lamu actually has no motive or reason to murder our pilot. He confessed to me at first, and it was just his temporary intention to do things on the plane, because during this period the British military police began to investigate a large number of drugs in Egypt. The informants inside the military police warned that most of the suspicions had pointed to the base of Zibirit.

General Richard was notified by the British General Command, asking him to prepare a plane for the two German pilots, and he handed the task to Lamu to perform. It happened that Lamu was trying to divert the gendarmerie's investigation, so he put his mind to Captain Horn's plane, and he wanted to artificially create an air crash and push the suspect of drug smuggling onto the Luftwaffe.

Lamu prepared an old large French-made transport plane for Captain Horn in advance, and placed a large amount of drugs in the mezzanine of the aircraft cockpit. Once the plane crashed in the middle of the desert, the investigators of the crash would inevitably find these contraband. Lamu only needs to testify that these things were brought by the Germans on the plane," said Jurgen.

"What a cunning bastard. If the wreckage of the plane is revealed, it will be a huge scandal. The reputation of the Third Reich will definitely be damaged." Randolph said gritting his teeth, but he had to admire the Indian mixed-race child in his heart. This plan is indeed a great possibility of success.

"But Lieutenant Krieg refused to fly the plane, which disrupted Lamu's plan. So he replaced the two officers with another plane, a transport plane that had just been repaired and had not yet been tested. Once a failure occurred in the air, no one would have any doubts. Because there was not enough time to deal with it, they could only simply destroy the oil circuit." Jurgen said, pointing to a photo of the aircraft's oil circuit pipeline.

"No wonder, I was still wondering at the time, why the destructor's methods were so rough." Randolph touched his head and looked like he suddenly realized.

"They didn't even have time to open the shell of another engine, so they only destroyed the oil pipes on one side," Jurgen added.

"And, Lieutenant Colonel Randolph, this is not the whole truth of this incident." A serious expression appeared on the major of the SS.

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