The hearts of young people are like roller coasters.

This is not the first time he was arrested for selling medicine. If he goes in again, even if the amount he brings is not up to the sentencing standard, he will definitely be punished severely.

If you can exchange a customer's information for a chance to escape, it is simply a business without any money. Who would refuse?

When people fall into panic, they will try their best to seize all hope, no matter how unrealistic that hope may seem.

As for professional ethics, do people like them have that kind of things?

The conscience of the drug dealers is as black and crisp as the bamboo charcoal just burned 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.

When the young man saw the sketch, he didn't realize who this person was.

But after seeing the tattoo of the ghost-faced hawk moth, I suddenly remembered it.

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

As soon as these words were spoken, before the messenger could speak, Kim Ping'an excitedly grabbed his shoulder.

Next is the standard soul three questions: "Who is he? Where is he?! What is he doing?!"

The young man's answer is also very interesting: "I don't know, I don't know, I can't confirm..."

"Are you kidding? Your own buyer doesn't even know the name?!"

The young man's attitude was so arrogant that Kim Ping'an cursed in his heart.

The case that had been stagnant for a month finally made a major breakthrough. The dawn of victory is right in front of you, and the most critical suspect will be caught soon.

He was just talking and saying everything, but now he has denied the third consecutive time. Kim Ping An wants to give him two iron fists first.

The young man was stunned. He subconsciously glanced at the hunter who was pressing his bounty.

This person is obviously very experienced, why is such a foolish young man following him?

He felt that he was very wronged: "How could retail investors like me deliberately inquire about buyer information? Isn't it because I'm asking for trouble?"

In this industry, in addition to communication between suppliers, it is thankful that others don’t come to inquire about their information. Who will still care about customers’ affairs?

If you give money and I give goods, except for using mobile phones during transactions, everyone usually contacts the drift bottle.

Some more cautious dealers can't even see each other in the transaction.

They will put the goods directly into a trash can in the park, or stick them with tape to the back of the signboard, send a location message, take a photo of the scene, and let the customers pick it up by themselves.

There is no one to trade throughout the whole process, and the service attitude is extremely poor.

The messenger knows the market and just catches a drug dealer and gets a bunch of clues. This kind of thing basically does not exist.

Every major operation of the police basically relies on informants and hidden stakes to provide clues, and there are few cases where a drug dealer catches suppliers along the bottom.

However, due to the recent shortage of supply in Qianhua Market, the supply of goods is in short supply, product quality declines, and the economy in the pharmaceutical industry is sluggish.

In order to keep customers and prevent them from falling into the arms of other peers, dealers began to re-enter the industry and launched on-call home delivery services.

There are activities such as free shipping for less than 7 grams, 95% off for more than 15 grams, and some people want to hold up signs to advertise.

Of course, the messenger and Kim Ping An were not very clear about these current situations.

"Since it's been supplying it for a long time, you should have his contact information."

The messenger pulled the young man out of the ground and asked him to stand against the wall.

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

The young man who had just had the idea of ​​running away suddenly became depressed.

Originally, he thought that since the two were not policemen, they might be able to take a try and run to the bar to find someone to help while they were not paying attention, but now he thinks it is better to be honest.

In the Asian Union, if the drug dealer has the intention to resist or escape when he is arrested, the police (including the bounty hunter) can choose to shoot directly, regardless of whether he or she is alive or not.

No matter how fast he ran with his legs, he would never be able to run over the bullet.

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

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

"This number was given to me yesterday. Every time he traded with me, he would change a new number." The young man explained.

The messenger asked, "Nothing else to say?"

"Not... I'm really not familiar with him, it's just a business relationship..."

The young man said sincerely.

"If it's gone, I'll open my mouth and take this pill."

The messenger was too lazy to argue with him and took out the powerful sleeping pills he had secretly deducted.

The young man specializes in selling this, and he is very familiar with this thing.

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

The young man struggled hard, but because his hands were tied behind him, he couldn't maintain his balance. He almost fell to bite the dog by diving. Fortunately, the messenger was kind-hearted and kicked him in the stomach to help him squat down on the spot.

"Brother, we have no grievances and no grudges. Can we let me go? Tell me a lot, as long as I can afford it..."

The next moment.

The young man's voice came to an abrupt end.

Because a black muzzle was pointing 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 die, choose one yourself."

After saying that, the messenger threw the medicine on the ground, opened the pistol security and put his finger on the trigger.

Facing the cold gaze of the messenger who seemed to be able to frostbite, the young man's hair stood up.

Now he didn't even dare to move, for fear that the other party would accidentally get out of fire when he moved, so he sent him to chat with the King of Hell.

The young man felt bitter inside, and he would rather messenger be angry.

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

However, the messenger's tone was understated, talking about life and death was like discussing how the meal tasted last night. Killing was just a trivial matter in his eyes.

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

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

A few minutes later, he finally experienced what the medicine he sold felt.

The young man's head and body began to disobey and succumbed to his instinct. His brain could not do anything to think, and he could not even connect the most basic vocabulary structure in his mouth.

Finally, he closed his eyes and fainted from the ground.

The only front teeth left were also lost because of this knock.
Chapter completed!