Who wants to use illegal means to kill 1,000 enemies and lose 80,000?

With the guidance plan, Kim Ping'an did it as soon as he said that. He took out the ketamine seized from the drug dealer and gently touched it with his hands.

Soon he came to the previous tunnel of consciousness again.

Jinping was lucky this time and found a room with a large space, which recorded in detail the entire process of the drug dealer purchasing goods.

From subcontracting to weighing, to drug dealers picking up goods, we can see clearly the whole process, and the only drawback is that there is no sound.

But these are all small problems. Just be able to see the address and house number of the community clearly.

After the retracement, Kim Ping'an covered his slightly tingling head and looked ahead in a daze.

His retrospective not only allows him to see the past fragments, but also can record all the scenes in the fragments without any fault.

This memory can be accurate to folds on clothes, scratches on desks, and even QR codes on mobile phones.

Looking back on this process is equivalent to copying all the information in a piece of space in just a few dozen seconds of reality, and then packing it into Kim Ping'an's brain.

Whether it is useful information or useless spam information, the brain can collect everything. Under the impact of this information flow, it is very easy to cause irreversible damage to the brain.

Jinping has done a backtracking ability experiment before, and used his ability several times in a row to see where his limit is.

The consequences of doing this are terrible. In those days, his brain was almost dementia. Not only did he not take care of himself by urinating and defecating, he also rolled and crawled with his hands and feet, and even had to feed him to eat and drink water.

If he was allowed to eat alone, he would throw the spoon aside and grab it directly, and the same was true for drinking water. He picked up the water cup and poured it on his face.

It's like a wild gorilla just ran out of the tropical rainforest.

This is the main reason why Kim Ping An’s backtracking ability cannot be used without restrictions.

Fortunately, with this lesson, Kim Ping An found the upper limit of his ability.

Usually, it can be used up to three times a day and can be used continuously.

He can still hold on to the price of using his ability three times in a row.

However, to be on the safe side, he usually uses his backtracking ability, ranging from three to eight hours.

But there is no free time now.

"Hiss...tsk, I found their den!"

Kim Ping An shook his head and put away his small bag: "While the captain of the drug control team is still there, hurry up and find him, otherwise he will get off work at half past nine."

After saying that, Kim Ping'an leaned against her seat and closed her eyes to rest.

After a moment of sniffing, he did not hear the car starting, and he couldn't help but open his tired eyes: "Messenger?"

The messenger ignored him, but unbuttoned his seat belt and pointed out outside the window.

Kim Ping An looked in the direction he pointed, and the telescopic door with the police badge was reflected on his pupils.

“Are you reaching your destination so soon?”

Kim Ping An asked with a bitter face. He originally wanted to take advantage of the time to go, but who knew he had arrived at his destination long ago.

The messenger ignored him and just told him: "Remember to bring the goods with you."

After saying that, he closed the car door with a young drug dealer in his arms.

Kim Ping An was rubbing in the car for a while before slowly getting out of the car.

The impact of backtracking on Kim Ping'an's brain is too great. He can bear the price of using his ability three times in a row, but his brain is not completely unaffected.

Now you ask him how much 1,000 minus seven is equal, and you probably have to think about it for more than ten seconds.

The messenger's car has been parked at the door of the drug control team for a while.

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

When the messenger walked to the guard room with the drug dealer, the security guard subconsciously placed his hand on his waist.

"Is there anything wrong?"

The security guard from the army spoke in a rather stiff tone.

"I caught a drug seller, and the thing is here. I caught it now, and there are video recordings."

The letter uses four short sentences to explain the routine questions that security guards will ask next.

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

He glanced at the medicine dealer on the messenger's waist: "What's going on with this person? Are you feeling excited?"

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

The lies fabricated by the messenger can be said to be very clumsy, and you can turn your confessions at any time when the drug dealer wakes up.

But the key to the problem is never whether the lies are exquisite, but who the drug control team trusts more.

On the one hand, the drug dealer secretly took some medicine in order to avoid severe punishment. On the other hand, the Chaoyang people arrested the drug dealer and forced him to take the medicine after he had nothing to do.

Who do you think the people in the drug squad will believe?

Is this still necessary to ask?

Even if the drug dealer is telling the truth, the people in the drug control team will turn a blind eye and pretend that it has never happened.

Their hatred for drug dealers is far more than ordinary people. If the law did not allow it, they would have wished they could pick up submachine guns and kill them all.

Even one year, the top leader of the Asian Union Drug Enforcement Administration proposed to the upper class to remove the scope of human rights protection and arrest drug dealers and kill them directly on the spot, saving national prison expenses.

Unfortunately, this was opposed by the boss in charge of the prison and was finally left alone.

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

"Okay, let us detain you. Follow us and record a confession and leave evidence."

After the security guard said that, he opened the side door and let it go.

"Well, did Captain Wu get off work?" Kim Ping An didn't rush to go in, but asked while leaping into the window of the guard room.

The security guard frowned: "What are you doing with Team Wu? You can do such a small thing by just finding a brother to do when you go in."

"It's not this. I got a drug hiding den from the informant." Kim Ping An said, shook his head and said.

"Drug hiding den?"

The security guard, who was yawning, suddenly became sharper: "Are you sure?"

Kim Ping'an stood on tiptoe and pointed at himself and said, "Absolutely, brother, do you still remember me? I am Kim Ping'an who helped you cut off two batches of macadamia for you."

The security guard narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it carefully, then shook his head.

It is obvious that he did not remember Kim Ping'an's appearance, because not everyone has seen Kim Ping'an in that operation of the drug control team.

"Please wait, I'll call Team Wu."

The security guard picked up the phone and briefly explained the situation at the door. During this period, he listened to the content of the phone while observing Kim Ping'an's appearance.

However, after confirming Kim Ping'an's appearance, the security guard kept his eyes on the messenger.

Since getting off the car, the messenger has been holding the drug dealer under his armpit. This exaggerated arm strength is the main reason why the security guard is frequently looking at him.

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

The security guard hung up the phone and said to the two of them.

Kim Ping An nodded and led the messenger to the drug control team.
Chapter completed!