Marcus looked at the object in his hand with a mixture of laughter and tears.
As the former head of the DEA office in Los Angeles, his days were now quite favorable.
He hadn't lost his job because Los Angeles drug lords had disappeared, nor had he lost his job due to normal illicit activities in Los Angeles,
Instead, since things here became legally official and free of charge, he had received a promotion, and his work was taken even more seriously.
Even the dangers of dealing with those drug lords had vanished; now, what they needed to deal with was the illegal cultivators. These people were no threat to them compared to those of the past.
And those farmers were all decent folks, who took good care of the DEA.
They now earned their extra income more safely, but not from those farmers; it was from those people who wanted to move controlled substances out of California or come to stock up.
