Although he had already arrived at Xuanlong Bar, the messenger just ordered a glass of wine and went to the bathroom with a hot girl.
Are you just here to have fun with a woman?
Even though I knew it was impossible, I was under the double impact of mental and physical impact after passing the bar dance floor.
At this time, Jin Ping'an was full of hormones, and his mind was always thinking about that uncontrollably.
"Zhang Yan is not like the previous tattoo shop owner. This is his territory. It is still unclear about his relationship with the tattooed man. If they are accomplices, it would be fine for me to break out, but not for you."
The messenger glanced at Jin Ping'an and deliberately used words that stimulated his pride: "In short, I can't let go when you are by my side. Don't follow me tomorrow."
The messenger spoke very straightforwardly. After saying this, he opened the car window and looked at the bar quietly.
Although he didn't say anything nice, he was still thinking about Jin Ping'an.
The blood on Jin Ping'an's face spread from his cheeks to his ears. These words severely dampened his self-esteem.
Every word of the messenger is an objective fact and there is no way to refute it.
From the time the two met until now, they have been playing the role of guiding NPC and holding back the injured members of the protagonist group.
It does nothing to advance the case, and instead slows down the investigation.
Ever since the messenger arrived, it seemed that it didn't matter whether or not Jin Pingan was involved in this case.
Jin Pingan assisted the messenger.
Just like people from the Northeast go to Antarctica to see the snow scene, Saudi Arabia sells oil to the United Arab Emirates, ice dew is sold next to natural mountain springs, and Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot comes with its own hot sauce. It is purely an act of lighting a lantern under the sun.
His assistance cannot be said to be non-existent, it can only be said to be very limited. The limited assistance is like the bagged potato chips in the supermarket. It looks like a big bag, but actually it is not enough to fit between the teeth.
As a young man who has just turned sixteen, he helped the police detect several murder cases, intercepted two batches of drug dealers, destroyed three prostitute dens, destroyed a small underground casino, and offended almost all the underground forces in Qianhua City. ) for (die) youth.
Jin Ping'an also has his own pride, and he feels that he can't go on like this.
So he plucked up the courage: "Messenger, actually I..."
"If you have anything to discuss later, take your phone and hide aside to record."
The courier took out a pistol from the armrest box and put it on his waist. He also took two zip ties.
After preparing the equipment, he opened the car door and walked towards the bar.
Jin Pingan, who had been drinking in the bar, didn't know why the messenger asked him to take his mobile phone, but it was too late to worry about it now.
He had no choice but to swallow back what he wanted to say, and as the messenger asked, he honestly took his phone and turned on the video.
At the door of the bar, the messenger pretended to be a customer coming to drink, and "accidentally" met a young drug dealer in sportswear.
The two looked at each other, and the messenger gestured to the young man: "How to sell it?"
After hearing this, the young man looked at the messenger carefully and said cautiously: "You have mistaken the person."
"It's not convenient here, go there and say it."
The messenger did not pull the young man away, but pointed to the alley next to him and asked him to go through first.
The young man frowned and moved slowly towards the alley. When he reached the entrance of the alley, he glanced inside and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was there.
As for the surveillance, the surveillance here is just a decoration and has been cut off by the people in the bar.
Because it is more convenient to do certain things without monitoring.
After both of them entered the alley, the messenger asked again: "How to sell it?"
"Two hundred for one visit."
After that, the young man put his hand into his pocket and took out a small plastic bag containing several oval white pills.
The messenger opened it, smelled it, sneered, and then said sharply: "Selling Tramadol as fruit? Do you want to die?"
The young man was shocked. He had met the old man: "Brother, since you know the goods, I won't hide it. There is a shortage of fruit in the city recently. There is really no stock. How about you try something else?"
"Is there Fei and Fen?"
The messenger casually slapped the small plastic bag into the young man's arms, which made him take half a step back.
Facing this powerful and heavy slap, the young man did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, mainly because he was morally wrong for selling fake goods to others just now, and he was definitely not frightened by the strength of this slap.
Facing the courier's eager eyes, the young man took out a small bag from his pocket again: "I didn't bring the leaves, only the powder. Six hundred a hand, do you want it?"
The messenger didn't say anything. He opened the bag and took a look as usual, and then took a photo of the crystals with his cell phone 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 skater, but when faced with the disparity in strength, he did not dare to express his anger.
"Everyone else has a score of 1.80, but your score is 120. I thought it was so pure. At least half of the 5.0 is ground glass powder."
The young man's heart skipped a beat, and he was indeed seen.
He bit the bullet and explained: "I also picked up the goods directly from the warehouse. Recently, Qianhua's various supply sources are in short supply and they are raising prices. There is nothing we can do about it."
The messenger didn't listen to his explanation. He calculated the wholesale price based on the current price, then took out four hundred yuan and slapped it on the young man.
"Brother, I won't kill you like this even if I'm trying to bargain with you!"
The young man looked at the messenger and was too angry to say anything. The purchase price was three hundred and fifty yuan, and he only made fifty yuan every time. Who could bear this?
The messenger turned sideways so that Jin Ping'an outside the alley could take a clear picture of the young man's face.
The messenger held the young man's shoulder with one hand, raised the bag and shook it in front of his eyes with the other hand, and said with a sinister smile: "First you sell fake goods, and then you adulterate them and raise the price. Are you seeking death?"
The young man's temper also rose, and he wanted to break away from the messenger's hand angrily.
The trustworthy hand is like a limpet sucked onto a rock. It is so strong that it is impossible to break free.
The huge disparity in strength and the sharp pain coming from his shoulder made the young man calm down, and he put away the four hundred yuan with an apologetic smile.
I also made a profit of fifty and did not lose any money.
The young man comforted himself.
However, the next moment, his vision blurred, and the world seemed to be turned upside down.
Before he could even react to what was happening, he was pushed to the ground and his hands were tied up.
"Tip?! I..."
The young man shouted subconsciously.
Snapped!
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a slap on the forehead.
"Keep your mouth clean."
After the messenger suppressed the young man, the first thing he did was to call Jin Pingan over.
Under the camera of the mobile phone, the messenger took out the contents of the young man's pocket through a piece of handkerchief. However, when he touched the pill, he quietly took one pill.
The young man didn't have much in his possession that could lead to a sentence. Like other traffickers, the amount he had on him didn't exceed seven grams. It was obviously not the first time he had done this kind of thing.
Of course, it's also possible that the supervisor provided them with project training, explaining in detail that for every extra gram, they could stay in the company for a few more years.
At the messenger's signal, Jin Ping'an turned off the video on his mobile phone.
The public work against drug dealers is done, now comes the private work.
The messenger grabbed the young man's hair and asked him to look at his face: "I am not a policeman. If you are willing to cooperate with me in the future, I don't mind letting you go. Do you understand?"
When the young man with an ashen face heard the messenger's words, his eyes suddenly burst out with a strong desire for survival: "Brother, I have something to say! As long as I know everything I know, I will tell you everything!"
The messenger took out the sketch and unfolded it: "Do you know this person?"
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