CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60 ANNE, YOU ARE NOT PERFECT ENOUGH IN MY EYES!

Hank is here, what’s he up to?

But this DEA Captain must be met.

"Everyone, think about the dermatology-related plans."

"Yes, boss."

After everyone left, Hank came in.

Zhou Mo Sen exchanged a few pleasantries with this DEA Captain.

Hank asked directly, "Sorry to trouble you, Dr. Zhou, but there’s a huge dilemma I can’t figure out."

"Please go on."

"Do you remember that ritual we watched?"

"I remember."

"I’m convinced that the healing water contained drugs."

The word ’drug’ can mean medication, but coming from the mouth of a DEA Captain, it undoubtedly referred to narcotics.

"Yes, it must be so." Zhou Mo Sen had actually guessed it back then.

The so-called healing likely involved drugs mixed in the water.

This stuff naturally has pain-relieving effects, and strong ones at that.

Ingesting it would naturally work quickly.

And Hank continued, "The problem is, no matter how I search, I can’t find their supply channel!"

"Did they grow it themselves?"

"I’ve checked, they didn’t."

At this moment, Zhou Mo Sen was surprised.

Hank previously said he was investigating Owen, but now his focus was on that cult.

The key is, Hank’s assertion.

"So, what do you mean?" Zhou Mo Sen asked, as if casually.

Hank didn’t hide it, and straightforwardly said, "Just previously, there’s a rumor that a Mexican drug lord family came to San Diego.

And they brought a batch of goods, which are fantastic!

This family..."

Before he finished, Zhou Mo Sen interrupted, "The Bella Clan?"

"Exactly."

"You think they’re using this batch?"

Hank nodded, "That’s exactly what I think!"

Zhou Mo Sen was even more shocked upon hearing this, Hank really wasn’t simple.

Back when everyone went to investigate that cult, Hank was straightforward about it.

He said his authority couldn’t handle whatever cult that was.

But now it seems, this stuff’s original target wasn’t the cult.

According to Hank’s reasoning, the American talisman water used by that cult for healing likely contained goods from the Bella Clan.

So this guy’s original target might just be that legendary super-quality goods!

But how could Zhou Mo Sen not know?

The goods from the Bella Clan were made up by me!

But for now, I couldn’t tell Hank the truth.

Zhou Mo Sen thought to himself, but his face remained calm.

Previously tricking Nicole Kidman, Zhou Mo Sen had also realized.

He still needed to improve his acting skills.

Luckily, Nicole Kidman originally wanted to be fooled; she believed Zhou Mo Sen had some oriental power.

Recently, Zhou Mo Sen practiced in front of the mirror, controlling his expressions.

Apparently, he improved rapidly.

"Captain Hank, you came to see me, is it because..."

"No, no, Dr. Zhou, please don’t misunderstand, I absolutely trust you!"

Zhou Mo Sen’s words were slightly aggressive, the subtext being: are you, Captain Hank, suspecting me?

The Bella Clan died at the Monroe Clinic, didn’t they?

But Hank really had no such thoughts.

The DEA Captain continued, "Actually, I want to continue a thorough investigation, but I need Dr. Zhou’s help."

"Oh, that’s quite strange. I’m just a plastic surgeon."

I, Dr. Zhou, have nothing to do with those drugs.

You should look for a professional.

But Hank sighed helplessly, then said with great determination:

"I plan to infiltrate that cult."

Zhou Mo Sen was taken aback.

"You want to join the cult yourself and then figure out what’s in that ’water’?"

Hank nodded after hearing this, "Dr. Zhou, you’re really smart, and by then, I hope you can help me do some tests, find some clues."

Understood!

Zhou Mo Sen further understood Hank’s difficulty.

Captain Hank was DEA, not responsible for any cult case.

But he wanted to investigate this case, as it indeed involved drugs.

Thus, it was difficult for Hank to directly seek their DEA experts.

They would just say: you’re overstepping!

Hank had no recourse.

So he thought of seeking Dr. Zhou’s help.

Even though Dr. Zhou was a cosmetic surgeon, he was still a doctor nonetheless.

At this point, Zhou Mo Sen thought for a moment and nodded.

"I have relevant acquaintances, I can help you, but it seems noncompliant."

Upon hearing this, Hank was very pleased.

"It’s wonderful if Dr. Zhou can help me, I’ll take full responsibility if anything goes wrong, even pay for testing."

This Hank as a cop was really something.

Actually, the United States isn’t without good cops, just not many.

The city police, overweight and obese.

They have law enforcement contracts with cities, virtually big security guards.

DEA is different, they report directly to the United States Department of Justice.

Pretty much like the FBI.

But, whether DEA or FBI, the number is too small.

Moreover, Zhou Mo Sen knew about the later situation.

Most of the DEA cops eventually colluded with drug dealers.

Turning a blind eye.

Why?

The reason is quite simple.

The higher-ups didn’t care anymore, big M became legal.

Many drugs got decriminalized.

What the hell were they investigating?

Better to earn more green tickets.

Of course, Zhou Mo Sen wouldn’t say these things, but there was one thing he was curious about.

"Owen should have met you, right? Could it pose a danger?"

Unexpectedly, Captain Hank laughed.

"Dr. Zhou, you wouldn’t believe it, it’s Owen who plans to recruit me into the cult."

This... Zhou Mo Sen’s expression was quite colorful.

But since you’re willing to join the cult yourself, to investigate thoroughly.

Of course, I, Dr. Zhou, have to help.

Once you’ve cleared things up, I won’t have any ties with the Bella Clan anymore.

Zhou Mo Sen is absolutely confident that the American Talisman Water has nothing to do with him.

The precious goods were something he made up.

The more Captain Hank investigates, the more innocent Zhou Mo Sen appears.

And that money will be clean.

Going through thick and thin, daring to take risks.

You, Captain Hank, are a hero.

Thumbs up to you.

And I, Dr. Zhou, will reluctantly reap the benefits.

...

"The eliminated contestant is..."

"Oh oh~~"

"Anne Hathaway!!!"

"What?!"

"Ah?!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The semifinals of "Beautiful Suffering" have ended.

The most popular Anne Hathaway has been ruthlessly eliminated.

It directly boosted the ratings!

It’s said to have reached up to 27%!

That’s already frighteningly high.

And online, there’s quite a debate.

"I’ve been annoyed with that bitch for a long time!"

"She’s always pretending so much!"

"You’re just jealous, right?"

"Anne is too perfect, and you’re jealous of her! You bunch of ugly f*cks!"

The combat prowess of American netizens is incredibly fierce, and there aren’t really any banned words over there.

All sorts of words starting with F pour out like a tide.

There are those who curse, and those who support.

Anne has quite a few fans as well.

Both sides curse each other back and forth, and the battle is very intense.

Anne Hathaway’s popularity spiked again.

But, Anne herself knows very well.

This might just be a flash in the pan.

In fact, her agent had also reminded her.

"You shouldn’t always appear so perfect. The elite persona isn’t likeable, watch some successful movies, and look at the protagonists."

This makes a lot of sense.

The American public doesn’t really like elites, they prefer to see flawed characters.

The protagonists in Hollywood blockbusters share some common traits.

They’re often ordinary people, or divorced, or have issues with their children.

Even if they save the world, they’re still a loser.

Anne is a smart person, she naturally understands these truths.

But her personality is just that way.

What to do?

Suddenly thought of someone.

...

Received a phone call from Anne Hathaway.

Zhou Mo Sen was genuinely surprised.

Today, he indeed was in Los Angeles.

Even though the semifinals had been pre-recorded.

But there were still many interviews to deal with afterward.

The agreed place was a bar in Santa Monica.

Zhou Mo Sen walked in and immediately spotted her.

Anne sat at the bar, holding a drink.

What drink... who’s looking at drinks anyway.

Today, she wore a light blue bodycon dress.

Completely outlining her perfect figure.

Zhou Mo Sen approached to admire the beauty, discovering she was slightly tipsy.

"You invited me over, and you started drinking first?"

"Hehe..." Anne chuckled and snapped her fingers at the bartender, "Who told you to come so late?"

A glass of vodka, nothing else.

Is this a challenge?

"I’m not good at drinking."

Zhou Mo Sen, with the most elegant posture, said the most cowardly thing.

Actually, he drove there, and vodka is a strong spirit.

Anne just smiled at him, "Drink it, and I’ll reward you."

Well... it’s nothing else, just curiosity.

Zhou Mo Sen downed it in one go, that drink...

F*ck! Strong enough!

Anne saw this, leaned closer, "You’re a plastic surgeon, how many breasts have you touched?"

Saying that, she grabbed Zhou Mo Sen’s hand and brought it to hers.

Although Zhou Mo Sen has only truly been a plastic surgeon for half a year, he’s also quite... ahem, I’m a doctor.

However, Anne’s did leave quite an impression.

"You’ve had too much to drink."

"I have not."

"This is a classic symptom."

"Ah?"

"People who’ve had too much to drink won’t admit they’ve had too much."

"Haha..."

Anne found Zhou Mo Sen’s words amusing and laughed, "Don’t you want to ask why I’m drinking?"

Zhou Mo Sen sighed, "Go ahead, if I can help, I will."

This almost made things clear.

Anne tilted her head back and drank, emptying her glass.

"Do you think I’m perfect? Should I change? Or should I get plastic surgery to make this, this, uglier?"

She pointed at her face and chest.

Zhou Mo Sen understood, he also saw those criticisms online.

Thinking, this girl was later disliked by all America because of her elite persona, to the point where she couldn’t get any roles.

Now, she was very vulnerable.

She wanted help, wanted advice.

Thinking of this, Zhou Mo Sen simply smiled.

"In my opinion, you’re not perfect enough!"

This one sentence sobered Anne up.