The Monster I Was Redeemed

Young people's hearts are like a roller coaster.

This is not the first time he has been arrested for selling drugs. If he goes in again, even if the amount he brings, does not meet the sentencing standards, it will definitely be punished severely.

To be able to exchange a customer's information for a chance to escape is a business without capital. Who would refuse it?

When people are in panic, they cling to all hope, no matter how unrealistic that hope may seem.

As for work ethic, do they have that kind of thing?

The conscience of the drug dealers is as black and crisp as the bamboo charcoal freshly fired in the charcoal kiln.

The young man knew that the messenger was probably lying to him, but even so, he wanted to try to believe it.

He stared at the sketch with wide eyes.

At the first sight of the sketch, the young man hadn't realized who this person was for a while.

But after seeing that grimace hawkmoth tattoo, I immediately thought of it.

The young man nodded frantically like garlic: "I know! I know! He often comes to me to buy triazolam, sevoflurane and other things, and I have to buy it for him almost every two or three days!"

As soon as these words came out, before the messenger spoke, Jin Ping An excitedly grabbed his shoulder.

Next comes the standard three questions of the soul: "Who is he?! Where is he?! What does he do?!"

And the young man's answer is also very interesting: "I don't know, I don't know, I can't be sure..."

"Are you kidding? Your buyers don't even know their names?!"

Jin Ping'an, the young man with such an angry attitude, scolded his mother in his heart.

The case, which had been stagnant for a month, finally made a major breakthrough. The dawn of victory was just around the corner, and the most crucial criminal suspect was about to be caught.

Just now, he was talking about knowing everything, but now there is a three-line denial. Jin Ping'an can't wait to give him two iron fists first.

The young man was dumbfounded, and he subconsciously glanced at his bounty hunter.

Obviously this person is very old-fashioned, why is there such a stunned young man next to him?

He felt that he was particularly wronged: "How could a retail investor like me deliberately inquire about buyer information? Isn't it okay to look for trouble?"

In this line of business, apart from the communication between suppliers, it is thankful that others do not come to inquire about their information. Who would care about the business of customers?

You give the money, and I give the goods. Except for the use of mobile phones in transactions, everyone usually communicates with drift bottles.

Some of the more cautious dealers do not even meet face to face.

They'll drop it directly into a trash can in the park, or tape it behind a sign, send a location message, take a photo of the scene, and let customers pick it up.

There is no transaction in the whole process, and the service attitude is extremely poor.

The messenger knows the market, and if he catches a drug dealer, he can get a lot of clues. This kind of thing basically does not exist.

Every major police operation basically relies on informants and hidden piles to provide clues, and rarely follows a bottom-level drug dealer to catch a supplier.

However, due to the recent shortage of goods in Qianhua City, the supply of goods is in short supply, the quality of products has declined, and the economy of the pharmaceutical circle is sluggish.

In order to retain customers and prevent them from falling into the arms of other peers, dealers began to roll in the industry and opened on-call home delivery services.

Anything under 7 grams free shipping, more than 15 grams 50% off and other activities are endless, some people can't wait to hold a sign to advertise.

Of course, these status quo messengers and Jin Ping'an are not very clear.

"Since you are supplying him for a long time, you should have his contact information."

The messenger pulled the young man off the ground and made him stand against the wall.

During this period, the messenger "inadvertently" exposed the pistol on his waist.

The young man who had just given birth to the idea of ​​​​escape was suddenly wilted.

Originally, he thought that since the two of them were not police officers, maybe they could give it a try and go to the bar to ask for help when they weren't paying attention, but now he thinks it's better for him to be honest.

In the Asian Union, if drug dealers have the intention of resisting or fleeing when they are arrested, the police (including bounty hunters) can choose to shoot directly, regardless of life or death.

No matter how fast he can run on two legs, he can't outrun a bullet.

The young man said honestly: "I have the contact information of that person in my wallet."

The messenger picked up the wallet from the ground, fiddled with it for a while, and pulled out a note from the mezzanine.

"This number was given to me by him yesterday, and every time he finishes trading with me, he will change to a new number." The youth explained.

The messenger asked, "Nothing else to say?"

"No... I really don't know him well, it's just a business relationship..."

The young man said sincerely.

"If it's gone, just open your mouth and take the pill."

The messenger didn't bother to break up with him, and took out the powerful sleeping pills he secretly detained.

Young people are specializing in selling this, and to him this stuff is all too familiar.

"Didn't you promise to let me go!"

The young man struggled hard, but because his hands were tied behind his back, he couldn't keep his balance, and he almost fell into a dog's dung in a dive. Fortunately, the messenger was kind-hearted and kicked him on the stomach to help him squat down on the spot.

"Brother, we have no grievances or enmity, can you let me go? You can tell me the number, as long as I can afford it..."

next moment.

The youth's voice stopped abruptly.

Because a dark muzzle was pointed at his head.

"I said that the premise of letting you go is that the news must satisfy me, but now, either take medicine or you die, choose one for yourself."

When the messenger finished speaking, he threw the medicine on the ground, opened the pistol safety and put his finger on the trigger.

Facing the cold gaze of the messenger, which seemed to be able to freeze people, the young man's hair stood on end.

This time, he didn't even dare to move, for fear that if he moved, the other party accidentally fired off the gun and sent himself to chat with his old man, Lord Yan.

The young man's heart was bitter, and he would rather the messenger be a little more angry.

Because anger means that you still have use value and will not be easily abandoned.

However, the tone of the messenger was understatement, talking about life and death was like discussing how the food tasted last night, and killing people was just a trivial matter in his eyes.

The young man had no doubts that this man would shoot immediately after he refused, and then left the alley with his things without looking back. He really didn't care about the number of lives in his hands.

The young man leaned down slowly, licked the tablet on the ground with his tongue, and swallowed it with saliva.

After a few minutes, he finally experienced what the medicine he was selling was like.

The young man's head and body began to disobey, completely succumbing to instinct, his brain could not do any thinking, and his mouth could not even connect the most basic vocabulary structures.

Eventually, he closed his eyes and passed out facing the ground.

The only remaining front tooth was also knocked out because of this knock.

The messenger went around the young man's abdomen with his left hand and clamped the whole person under his armpit: "Take everything with you, remember to wrap it with paper, and don't touch it directly with your hands."