Nervous and heavy breathing sounded in the car.
A little credibility, extremely dangerous comments, blood red font.
These words all made Jin Pingan's heart tense.
The cold wind blown by the car's air conditioner slapped Jin Ping'an's body, causing him to gradually develop an uncomfortable and sticky feeling.
The tip of his nose seemed to smell a faint smell of rust.
A credibility score of less than ten points means that the person has committed a serious crime in the police system, but due to some reason, the person cannot be considered as an arrest target for the time being.
This rating is equivalent to a severe warning.
After a normal bounty hunter's reputation drops to ten points, if he commits any trivial matter, such as going to a canteen to steal a stick of chewing gum, he will be listed on a wanted notice, and there is no chance that his score will drop again.
These ten points of credibility, to put it bluntly, correspond to their future. To be precise, they are the wanted level and sentencing standards when they commit another crime.
Ten to seven points will result in a severe sentence, six to four points corresponds to permanent imprisonment, three and two points correspond to one year of suspended death, and one month of suspended death.
As for a little credibility, it means that after committing a crime, he can be killed on the spot without going through arrest.
This kind of "honor" and "elite treatment" is usually only enjoyed by perverted murderers.
Jin Ping'an looked at the messenger as if to verify: "This... your credibility is only a little? Could it be that there were two missing zeros in the official input..."
"If I don't fight less, that's my credibility. And the upper limit of my credibility is fixed at one point. No matter what I do, it won't increase."
The messenger still had the same calm attitude.
"Then your gun..." Jin Pingan hesitated.
"Guns are legal. I had a license to legally hold a gun before. After the credit limit was fixed at 1, they had no intention of taking back the gun license, so I stayed."
"With a little credibility... I shouldn't be able to receive any normal commissions..."
"That's why I started working part-time at the beginning. The commission money you gave me didn't go through formal channels, but Ai Liang directly cashed it into a check for me."
The messenger spoke very calmly, and there was no trace of him being a ruthless person with a credibility score of only one. Instead, he looked like a researcher in a laboratory with a cold personality and devoted himself to scientific research.
While chatting, Jin Ping'an discovered that the messenger was not dissatisfied because of his vigilance and panic, and was no different from his previous attitude.
Gradually, Jin Pingan's nervous heart began to calm down.
Jin Pingan thought for a while, and finally chose to ask the doubts in his heart: "Since you have a gun license, it means that your credibility has been above 80.
Logically speaking, you can work in the public security department at any time. Why is your credibility... locked to one point? In the end what happened? "
"You can ask any veteran detective who has participated in the Great Purge in Nevada about this kind of thing. I'm not in the mood to explain it to you slowly."
A trace of gloom flashed across the messenger's face, although it was only for a moment, but it was still caught by Jin Pingan, who had been staring at his face.
He read a hint of deathly silence in the messenger's indifferent eyes.
Even the most obtuse person will notice something is wrong when faced with this dull and oppressive low pressure.
Great Purge in Nevada? This action seems to have taken place seven years ago...seven years ago?
Jin Pingan suddenly remembered what Ai Liang said about the Thousand Man Traps this morning.
'Afterwards, he found his only blood relative from a highly decomposed corpse pit, relying on clothing and DNA testing. '
In other words, everything was caused by the great purge in Nevada City seven years ago?
The messenger's only relative also died seven years ago. Could it be that his sister was a victim of the Great Purge?
What on earth did he do that caused his credibility to drop from at least eighty to one?
Jin Ping'an started a brainstorm.
There is too little known information, and Jin Pingan cannot sort out the causal relationship at all.
But there was too much information, and it was probably more difficult for his mind to sort it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
"That's alright...but it's a shame that you still dare to continue being a bounty hunter. Aren't you worried about being suddenly shot to death that day?"
Jin Pingan, who had returned to normal, asked curiously.
The messenger tilted his head and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
"I believe you are a good person. If you really had a problem, the police would have put you under supervision. If you were a bad person, you would not come all the way from Nevada for that reward."
Jin Ping'an's speaking attitude lost its previous restraint and became more casual.
The messenger knows about his ability to look back, and he learns part of the messenger's past. Once the two people have a common secret, their relationship will become much closer.
At least in Jin Ping'an's eyes, this is the case.
The messenger turned to look at him without saying a word.
Seeing that the messenger didn't talk to him, Jin Ping'an wanted to return to the topic and persuade the messenger to follow him to arrest the person.
Just when he was about to speak, a question suddenly occurred to him.
A problem that he himself had become accustomed to recently, but which was extremely fatal to the messenger.
Jin Ping'an felt a chill in his heart: "Um...if your credibility score is only one point, wouldn't it be dangerous to interfere in this matter...?"
Jin Ping'an didn't remember until now that the case he was investigating was not a simple kidnapping case. There was an invisible big hand behind the tattooed man controlling everything.
That big hand can even affect the criminal police team.
Jin Ping'an is not afraid of slanting shadows, and he has just turned sixteen, so he can't frame him by throwing dirty water.
How can you throw dirty water on a sixteen-year-old brat?
Embezzling public funds and abusing power?
With his brain, someone has to believe what he says. Even if there are one or two fools who believe it, the whole world will be clear after just checking it.
Jin Pingan was not afraid, but the messenger was different.
If the courier's credibility score falls within the normal range, he can still accept it, but for a courier with a credibility score of only one point, this matter is too dangerous.
A credibility score of only one point is like an unlit match head walking in a fire, which may be destroyed at any time.
The mastermind behind the scenes could find any reason to shoot him dead.
Although Jin Ping'an was very reluctant to part with this super helper, he still gritted his teeth and chose to give up: "Messenger, can you stop getting involved in this case?"
The messenger easily guessed Jin Pingan's thoughts: "Are you worried about my safety?"
The messenger didn't give Jin Ping'an a chance to explain: "There were many people who wanted my life in China before. It's not your waste's turn to worry about my safety."
"I...no, I'm obviously the employer, okay?"
Jin Pingan felt a little aggrieved.
"You want your money back?"
"No, the money will be used as the reward for tonight's event. I am very satisfied that I can find the kidnapper's residence. For the rest, I can follow the clues and slowly find out the mastermind behind it."
"Just you?"
The messenger looked at Jin Ping'an in surprise. Where did this guy get the confidence to say this?
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