The Monster I Was Redeemed

He had already arrived at the Dragon Bar, but the messenger just ordered a glass of wine and went to the bathroom with a hot girl.

Is it just to find a woman to play with?

Even if I knew it was impossible, I passed the dance floor of the bar, under the double shock of spirit and physics.

At this time, Jin Ping'an was on hormones, and his mind would always think in that direction uncontrollably.

"Zhang Yan is not like the owner of the tattoo shop before. This is someone else's territory. It is still unclear about his relationship with the tattooed man. If they are accomplices, I would have no problem breaking out, but you may not be."

The messenger cast a glance at Jin Ping'an, and deliberately adopted a statement that stimulated his self-esteem: "In short, I can't let go of my hands and feet with you by my side, so don't follow me tomorrow."

The messenger said it very bluntly. After saying this, he opened the car window and quietly looked at the bar.

Although it is not a good thing to say, it is always for the sake of Jin Ping'an.

The blood on Jin Ping'an's face spread from his cheeks to the roots of his ears, and these words severely dampened his self-esteem.

Every word of the messenger is an objective fact, and there is absolutely no way to refute it.

Since the two met until now, they have been playing the role of the guiding NPC and the dragging role of the injured member of the protagonist group.

It has no effect on the progress of the case, but it also slows down the speed of the investigation.

Since the messenger came over, it seems that it doesn't matter whether there is Jin Ping'an or not in this case.

Kim Ping An assists the messenger.

It’s like people from the Northeast go to Antarctica to see the snow scene, Saudi Arabia sells oil to the United Arab Emirates, sells ice dew next to natural mountain springs, and eats Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot with its own chili sauce.

His assistance can't be said to be non-existent, it can only be said to be very limited. The limited ones are like the bags of potato chips in the supermarket.

As a man who just turned 16, he helped the police detect several murders, intercepted two batches of Maguo from drug dealers, destroyed three prostitute dens, and destroyed an underground small casino. ) for (dead) youth.

Jin Ping'an also has his own pride, he feels that he can't go on like this.

So he mustered up his courage: "Messenger, actually I..."

"I'll talk about it later, grab your phone and hide to the side to record."

The courier took out the pistol from the armrest and pinned it to his waist, and took two belts by the way.

After the equipment was ready, he opened the car door and walked towards the bar.

Jin Ping'an, who has been drinking and drinking at the bar, doesn't know why the messenger let him take his mobile phone, but it's too late to worry about it now.

He had to swallow what he wanted to say again, and according to the request of the messenger, he honestly took his mobile phone and opened the video.

At the entrance of the bar, the messenger pretended to be a customer who came to drink, and "accidentally" met a young drug dealer in sportswear.

The two looked at each other, and the messenger gestured towards the young man: "How to sell?"

The young man heard the words, looked at the messenger carefully, and said cautiously, "You have mistaken the person."

"It's not convenient here, go there and talk."

The messenger did not pull the young man, but pointed to the side alley and let him go first.

The young man frowned and slowly moved towards the alley. When he reached the entrance of the alley, he first glanced inside to make sure that no one was there before he breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the monitoring, the monitoring here is just a decoration, and it has been cut off by the people in the bar.

Because some things are done, it is more convenient to have no monitoring.

After they both entered the alley, the messenger asked again, "How to sell?"

"One hi two hundred."

After speaking, the young man reached into his pocket and took out a small plastic bag containing several oval-shaped white pills.

The messenger opened it and sniffed it with a sneer, then said sternly, "Sell tramado as a fruit? Do you want to die?"

The young man was shocked, this is the old ice skater: "Since you know the goods, brother, I will not hide it. Recently, there is a shortage of fruit in the city, and it is really out of stock. Why don't you try something else?"

"Do you have Fei and Fan?"

The messenger patted the small plastic bag into the young man's arms, and he took a half step back.

In the face of this powerful slap, the young man did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, mainly because he was still selling fake goods to others to justify morally wrong, and he was definitely not frightened by the strength of this slap.

With the coveted eyes of the messenger, the young man took out a small bag from his pocket again: "I didn't bring the leaves, only powder, six hundred in one hand, do you want it?"

The messenger didn't say a word. He opened the bag and glanced at it as usual, and then used his mobile phone to take a picture of the crystal through the bag.

As soon as the young man saw this posture, he knew that the person in front of him was definitely an expert, not just an old ice skater, but in the face of the gap in strength, he didn't dare to show his air.

"Everyone's 80 points, your 120 points, I thought how pure, at least half of the 5 points are ground glass powder."

The young man's heart was stunned, and he was seen.

He bite the bullet and explained: "I also went to the warehouse to pick up the goods directly. Recently, Qianhua's various sources of goods have been in short supply and they have raised the price. This is also impossible."

The messenger didn't listen to his explanation, he calculated the wholesale price based on the current price, and then took out four hundred yuan and slapped it on the young man.

"Brother, the bargaining didn't take you to kill like this!"

The young man looked at the messenger and did not dare to speak. The purchase price was 350 yuan, and he only earned 50 yuan for one to two. Who could stand it.

The messenger turned his body sideways, so that Jin Ping'an outside the alley could take a clear picture of the young man's face.

The messenger pressed the young man's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand held up the bag and shook it in front of him, grinningly said, "First sell fake goods, and then adulterate and raise the price, is it to death?"

The youth's temper also came up, and he wanted to break free from the messenger's palm.

The credible messenger's hand was like a limpet that was sucked on a stone, and it was so powerful that it couldn't break free at all.

The disparity in strength, and the sharp pain from his shoulders calmed the young man down, and he put away the four hundred yuan with a smile.

Also made fifty, no loss.

The young man comforted himself.

However, the next moment, his vision was blurred for a while, and the world seemed to be turned upside down.

Before he could realize what had happened, he was already pinned to the ground, his hands tied with girdle.

"Strip?! I..."

The young man shouted subconsciously.

Snapped!

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the forehead.

"Clean your mouth."

After the messenger suppressed the youth, the first thing to do was to greet Jin Ping'an.

Under the mobile phone camera, the messenger took out the contents of the young man's pocket through a paper handkerchief, but when he touched the tablet, he quietly buckled one.

There are not many goods that can be sentenced on the youth. Like other traffickers, the amount of goods on his body is not more than seven grams. It is obviously not the first time that he has done this kind of thing.

Of course, it is also possible that the online has done project training for them, and it is explained in detail that every extra gram can squat in the phone for a few more years.

Under the message of the messenger, Jin Ping'an turned off the video recording of his mobile phone.

The public job of fighting drug dealers is done, now it's time for private work.

The messenger pulled the young man's hair and made him look at his face: "I'm not a policeman. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I don't mind letting you go, understand?"

Hearing the messenger's words, the young man whose face was ashen-faced suddenly burst out with a strong desire to survive: "Big brother has something to say! As long as I know, I will definitely know everything!"

The messenger took out the sketch and unfolded it: "Do you know this person?"