Chapters (77)
- Cover
- Discover the series you can’t put down …
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
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- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Go back to where it all began, in Ben Hope’s first adventure
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‘I’m just filling in the background, so that you understand what this is really all about. Eventually, things reached the stage where enough was enough. After a 2017 UN report estimated that opium production had increased by eighty-seven per cent in just that year alone, the American military combined forces with the Afghan authorities in what was basically a CIA-guided mission to obliterate the opium trade. The ensuing air strikes were highly effective in destroying nearly all the country’s refinement facilities. While they stopped short of reducing the poor poppy farmers to total destitution, they nonetheless absolutely hammered the supply of heroin available to the traffickers.’
‘You know your shit,’ Roth said. ‘Not all of this is declassified information.’
Segal shrugged. ‘Yes, well, you might say I have the inside track.’
‘Go on,’ Ben said.
‘So, refusing to be deterred by such minor setbacks as the near-blanket destruction of the Afghan narcotics trade, the Islamists just switched gears,’ Segal continued. ‘Remember, they don’t spend their ill-gotten gains on mansions and gold-plated Rolls Royces. Every penny goes into well-protected bank accounts, hidden behind layers of fronts, where it just grows and grows. They possess huge financial resources for developing new alliances and fresh ways of developing drugs that could replace the traditional heroin, allowing them to continue to accrue wealth while stepping up the attack on the moral and social integrity of the West. What might those new drugs be? They considered many options. Cocaine has always been the poor relation, and its value has bottomed out in recent years. Other forms of recreational drug, like methamphetamine or marijuana, just don’t have the same kind of market traction or profitability. Nor did the Islamists wish to truck with the organised cartels of Central and South America. So the question was, “Where do we go?”’
‘China,’ Roth said. Ben looked at him and wondered, not for the first time, whether the American knew more about all this than he was letting on.
Segal replied, ‘China, exactly.’
‘Why China?’ Ben asked.
‘Because,’ Segal explained, ‘China is the world’s largest producer of a totally synthetic, lab-created opioid drug that is not only quicker, easier and cheaper to manufacture than its traditional competitors, but also infinitely more powerful. Rendering the likes of heroin and cocaine virtually obsolete in the modern age.’
‘He’s right, man, the times they are a changin’,’ Roth said. ‘There’s a new kid on the block, and its name is fentanyl. You don’t have to cultivate it, you don’t have to harvest it, and you don’t have to refine the raw material into a finished product. All you need is a basic lab, some beakers and whatnot, and some geek with a chemistry degree. Think of it as Heroin 2.0.’
‘Fentanyl?’