The Monster I Was Redeemed

Who wants to use the illegal means of killing one thousand enemies and self-destructing eighty thousand when they can take the normal route?

With the guidance plan, Jin Ping'an did what he said. He took out the ketamine seized from the drug dealer and gently touched it with his hand.

Soon he came to the tunnel of consciousness before.

Jin Ping'an was lucky this time, and found a room with a lot of space, which recorded the whole process of the drug dealer's purchase in detail.

From subcontracting to weighing, to the drug dealer picking up the goods and leaving, the whole process is clearly seen, the only fly in the ointment is that there is no sound.

However, these are all minor problems, as long as the address and house number of the community can be seen clearly.

After the retrospective, Jin Ping'an clutched his slightly tingling head and stared blankly ahead.

In his retrospective, not only can he see the clips of the past, but he can also record all the scenes in the clips without error.

This memory can be as precise as a fold on a garment, a scratch on a desk, or even a QR code on a phone.

Backtracking this process is equivalent to copying all the information in a space in just a few tens of seconds in reality, and then packing it into Jin Ping'an's brain.

Whether it is useful information or useless junk information, the brain accepts everything correctly. Under the impact of this information flow, it is very easy to cause irreversible damage to the brain.

Jin Ping'an had done a retrospective ability experiment before, and used the ability several times in a row to see where his limit was.

The end of this can be described as appalling. In those few days, his brain was almost demented. Not only could he not be able to take care of himself, but he walked, rolled, and crawled. He even had to be fed with food and water.

If you let him eat alone, he will throw the spoon aside and grab it with his hands, and the same is true for drinking water, grab the water glass and splash it on his face.

Live like a wild gorilla just out of the rainforest.

This is the main reason why Jinping's retrospective ability cannot be used without restrictions.

Fortunately, with this lesson, Jin Ping'an figured out the upper limit of his ability.

It is usually used up to three times a day and can be used continuously.

He can still bear the price of using his ability three times in a row.

However, to be on the safe side, he usually uses the retrospective ability every three to eight hours.

But there is no free time right now.

"Hey... tsk, found their den!"

Jin Ping'an shook his head and put away the small bag: "While the captain of the anti-drug team is still here, hurry to find him, or he will get off work at 9:30."

After saying that, Jin Ping'an leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes.

After squinting for a while, he didn't hear the start of the car, so he couldn't help but open his tired eyes: "Messenger?"

The messenger ignored him, unbuckled his seatbelt and pointed out the window.

Jin Ping'an looked in the direction he pointed, and the retractable door with the police badge was reflected in his pupils.

"Arriving at your destination so soon?"

Jin Ping'an asked with a bitter face. He originally wanted to take a break while he was on the road, but who would have reached his destination long ago.

The courier ignored him and just ordered: "Remember to bring the goods."

After he finished speaking, he sandwiched the youth drug dealer and closed the car door.

Jin Ping An dawdled in the car for a while before slowly getting out of the car.

The impact of retrospect on Jin Ping'an's brain was too great. He could bear the cost of using his ability three times in a row, but his brain was not without impact.

Now if you ask him how much one thousand minus seven equals, you probably have to think about it for more than ten seconds.

The courier's car had been parked at the door of the anti-narcotics team for some time.

The security guard in the guard room had already noticed this suspicious car.

When the messenger walks to the guard room with the drug dealer in between,

The security guard put his hand on his waist subconsciously.

"Is there a problem?"

The security guard who came from the army speaks more bluntly.

"Caught a drug seller, the thing is here, the current arrest, there is a video recording."

The letter explains in four short sentences the usual questions the security guard will ask next.

The security guard didn't know what to say for a while.

He glanced at the drug dealer on the messenger's waist: "What's wrong with this person? Are you snoring?"

The messenger had already figured out the reason: "When I caught the current, I knew that I couldn't escape, and I was worried that the weight would exceed the standard, so I ate some of the sleeping pills directly."

The lies fabricated by the messengers can be said to be very clumsy, and when the drug dealer wakes up, he can revise the confession at any time.

But the crux of the matter is never whether the lie is subtle, but who the anti-narcotics team trusts more.

On the one hand, the drug dealer secretly ate some of the drugs in order to avoid severe punishment. On the other hand, the Chaoyang people who arrested the drug dealer forced him to take the drug.

Who do you think the narcotics team will believe?

Do you even need to ask?

Even if the drug dealer said the truth, the people in the anti-drug team would turn a blind eye and pretend it never happened.

Their hatred for drug dealers is far more than ordinary people. If it wasn't for the law, they would have wanted to pick up submachine guns and chug, and this group of people would have died.

In a certain year, the head of the Drug Enforcement Bureau of the Asian Federation proposed to the higher-ups that drug dealers should be excluded from the scope of human rights protection, and they would be caught and killed directly on the spot, saving the state prison expenses.

Unfortunately, this was opposed by the big man in charge of the prison, and it was finally settled.

The drug dealers fell into the hands of the anti-drug team, just like the criminals fell into the hands of the hermits ten years ago. The only difference is that one wants to go to jail quickly, and the other wants to die quickly.

"That's alright, hand them over to us for custody, and you follow up to record a statement and leave evidence."

After saying that, the security guard opened the side door and let him go.

"Well, is Captain Wu off work?" Jin Ping'an didn't rush in, but asked while clinging to the window of the guard's room.

The security brother frowned: "What are you looking for with Team Wu? This kind of trivial matter can be done by just going in and finding a brother."

"It's not about this. I got a drug den from the informant." Jin Ping'an shook his head and said.

"Poison hiding place?"

The security brother, who was still yawning, suddenly sharpened his eyes: "Are you sure?"

Jin Ping'an stood on tiptoe and pointed at himself and said, "Are you sure, eldest brother, do you still remember me? I am Jin Ping'an who helped you cut off two batches of puff pastry before."

The security brother squinted slightly and looked at it carefully, then shook his head.

Obviously, he didn't remember Jin Ping'an's appearance, because not everyone had seen Jin Ping'an during the operation of the anti-drug team.

"Please wait a moment, I'll call and ask Team Wu."

The security brother picked up the phone and briefly explained the situation at the door. During the period, he listened to the content of the phone and observed Jin Ping'an's appearance.

However, after confirming Jin Ping'an's appearance, the security brother's eyes have been on the messenger.

From the time he got out of the car to the present, the messenger has been holding the drug dealer under his arm. This exaggerated arm strength is the main reason why the security guard frequently looks at him.

"Well, I understand... Team Wu asked you to go directly to the office to find him."

The security brother hung up the phone and said to the two.

Jin Ping'an nodded and led the messenger to the inside of the anti-drug team.

Dong Dong Dong, Jin Ping'an knocked on the door three times, and then directly pushed in.

The monster's me is redeemed