Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 136 Releasing People Has Preconditions

The inner world of a young person is like a roller coaster, with its ups and downs.

This is not the first time he has been arrested for selling drugs. If he goes back to jail, even if the amount he brought is less than the sentencing standard, he will definitely be severely punished.

Trading a customer's information for a chance to escape is a risk-free business; who would refuse?
When people are gripped by panic, they will desperately grasp at any hope, no matter how unrealistic that hope may seem.

As for professional ethics, do people like them even have that?

The conscience of drug dealers is as black and brittle as bamboo charcoal freshly fired in a charcoal kiln.

The young man knew the messenger was likely deceiving him, but even so, he wanted to try to believe him.

He stared intently at the sketch, his eyes wide.

Upon first seeing the sketch, the young man didn't immediately recognize the person.

However, upon seeing that ghost-faced moth tattoo, it suddenly came to mind.

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

Before the messenger could even speak, Jin Ping'an excitedly grabbed his shoulder.

Next comes the standard three soul-searching questions: "Who is he?! Where is he?! What does he do?!"

The young man's answer was also quite interesting: "I don't know, I'm not sure, I can't be sure..."

"Are you kidding me? You don't even know your buyer's name?!"

The young man's attitude infuriated Jin Ping'an, who cursed inwardly.

After a month of stagnation, the case finally made a major breakthrough, and the light of victory was in sight. The most crucial suspect was about to be apprehended.

He was just saying he would speak his mind, but now he's given a triple denial. Jin Ping'an wanted to punch him twice.

The young man was dumbfounded. He subconsciously glanced at the bounty hunter who was holding him down.

This person seems very experienced, so why is he accompanied by such a naive young man?

He felt extremely wronged: "How could a small investor like me deliberately try to find out buyer information? That would be asking for trouble."

In this line of work, aside from communication between suppliers, we're just grateful if no one else pries into our information. Who would bother with the customers' business?

You give me money, I give you goods. Aside from using our phones during transactions, we usually communicate via message in a bottle.

Some more cautious dealers don't even meet the buyer in person for the transaction.

They would simply put the goods in a trash can in the park, or tape them to the back of a sign, send their location information, take a photo of the scene, and let the customer pick them up themselves.

There was no one involved in the transaction, and the service was extremely poor.

The idea that a messenger could know the market and easily obtain a whole host of clues by simply grabbing a drug dealer is practically impossible.

In almost every major police operation, clues are provided by informants and undercover agents. It is rare for a police officer to follow a drug dealer from the bottom up to the supplier.

However, due to the recent shortage of various supplies in Qianhua City, the market is experiencing a situation where demand exceeds supply, product quality is declining, and the pharmaceutical industry is sluggish.

To retain customers and prevent them from switching to other vendors, vendors began to compete fiercely within the industry, offering on-demand home delivery services.

Promotions like free shipping for orders under 7 grams and a 5% discount for orders over 15 grams are popping up everywhere, with some people practically advertising them with signs.

Of course, neither the messenger nor Jin Ping'an were fully aware of these current circumstances.

"Since you've been supplying him for a long time, you should have his contact information, right?"

The messenger pulled the young man up from the ground and made him stand against the wall.

During this time, the messenger 'inadvertently' revealed the pistol at his waist.

The young man, who had just entertained the idea of ​​running away, immediately wilted.

He had initially thought that since the two men weren't police officers, he might be able to take a gamble and sneak into the bar to ask for help when they weren't looking, but now he felt it was better to be honest.

In Asia Union, if drug dealers resist arrest or attempt to escape, the police (including bounty hunters) can choose to shoot them directly, regardless of whether they live or die.

No matter how fast he runs, he can't outrun a bullet.

The young man honestly confessed, "I have that person's contact information in my wallet."

The messenger picked up the wallet from the ground, fiddled with it for a while, and pulled out a note from a hidden compartment.

"He gave me this number yesterday. He changes it every time we finish a transaction," the young man explained.

The messenger asked, "Nothing else to say?"

"That's it... I really didn't know him well, it was just a business relationship..."

The young man said with a sincere expression.

"If you're out of pills, just open your mouth and swallow this one."

The messenger, too lazy to argue with him, took out the potent sleeping pills he had secretly kept.

The young man specializes in selling this stuff; it's something he's very familiar with.

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

The young man struggled, but with his hands tied behind his back, he couldn't maintain his balance and nearly fell flat on his face. Luckily, the messenger was kind-hearted and kicked him in the stomach to help him squat down.

"Brother, we have no grudge against each other, please let me go? Name your price, as long as I can afford it..."

next moment.

The young man's voice abruptly stopped.

Because a dark gun barrel was pointed directly at his head.

"I said I'd let you go on the condition that the information I receive is satisfactory, but now it's either take your medicine or you die, choose one."

After the messenger finished speaking, he threw the medicine on the ground, released the safety of his pistol, and placed his finger on the trigger.

Meeting the messenger's icy gaze, which seemed capable of freezing one to the bone, the young man felt a chill run down his spine.

He didn't dare to move an inch, afraid that if he did, the other party might accidentally provoke a conflict and send him to chat with the King of Hell.

The young man felt bitter; he wished the messenger were even angrier.

Anger signifies that one still has value and will not be easily discarded.

However, the messenger spoke casually, discussing life and death as if it were a discussion about how the food tasted the night before; killing was, in his eyes, a trivial matter.

The young man had no doubt that the man would immediately shoot after he refused, then take the items and leave the alley without looking back; he truly didn't care about taking another life.

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

A few minutes later, he finally experienced what it was like to sell medicine.

The young man's mind and body began to disobey his will, completely succumbing to instinct. His brain was unable to perform any thinking, and he could not even string together the most basic words.

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

The only remaining front tooth was knocked out by this bump.

The messenger wrapped his left arm around the young man's abdomen and tucked him under his arm: "Take everything with you, and remember to wrap it in paper. Don't touch it directly with your hands."

(End of this chapter)