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Chapter 142 Anti-Drug Squad

If one can use legitimate channels, who would want to resort to illegal methods that result in heavy losses on both sides?

With the guidance in hand, Jin Ping'an acted immediately. He took out the ketamine he had seized from the drug dealer and gently touched it with his hand.

He soon found himself back in the same consciousness tunnel.

Jin Ping'an was lucky this time; he found a large room with detailed records of the entire process by which the drug dealers went to purchase the drugs.

From subcontracting to weighing, and then to the drug dealer picking up the goods and leaving, the whole process was clearly visible. The only drawback was that there was no sound.

However, these are minor issues; as long as the address and house number of the community are clearly visible, it's fine.

After the rewind ended, Jin Ping'an covered his slightly throbbing head and stared blankly ahead.

His ability to rewind allows him not only to see fragments of the past, but also to record every single scene within those fragments with perfect accuracy.

This kind of memory can be as precise as the creases in clothes, the scratches on a desk, or even the QR code on a mobile phone.

Rewinding this process is equivalent to copying all the information in a space within a few dozen seconds in reality, then packing it up and stuffing it into Jin Ping'an's brain.

Whether it's useful information or useless junk information, the brain absorbs it all without question. Under the onslaught of this information flow, it is extremely easy to cause irreversible damage to the brain.

Jin Ping'an had previously conducted a retrospective ability experiment, using the ability several times in a row to see where his limits were.

The consequences of doing this were truly appalling. For several days, he was almost demented, unable to take care of his own bodily functions, crawling on his hands and feet, and even needing to be fed.

If you let him eat alone, he will throw the spoon aside and grab the food with his hands. He does the same when drinking water, grabbing the cup and splashing it on his face.

It looks just like a wild gorilla that has just escaped from the rainforest.

This is the main reason why Jin Ping'an's ability to trace back cannot be used without limit.

Fortunately, having learned from this experience, Jin Ping'an figured out the limits of his abilities.

Normally, it can be used a maximum of three times a day, and can be used continuously.

He could still withstand the cost of using his ability three times in a row.

However, just to be on the safe side, he usually uses his time-travel ability only every three to eight hours.

But there's no time for that right now.

"Hiss...tsk, we've found their hideout!"

Jin Pingan shook his head and put away the small bag: "While the anti-drug team leader is still here, let's hurry up and find him, otherwise he will have left work at 9:30."

After speaking, Jin Ping'an leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

He dozed off for a while, but didn't hear the car start. He opened his tired eyes and asked, "A messenger?"

The messenger ignored him, instead unbuckled his seatbelt and pointed out the window.

Jin Ping'an looked in the direction he pointed, and the retractable gate with the police emblem was reflected in his pupils.

"We've reached our destination so soon?"

Jin Ping'an asked with a bitter face. He had originally planned to take a break while traveling, but who knew that they had already arrived at their destination.

The messenger ignored him, only instructing him, "Remember to bring the goods."

After saying that, he grabbed the young drug dealer and closed the car door.

Jin Ping'an lingered in the car for a while before slowly getting off.

The impact of the backtracking on Jin Ping'an's brain was too great. He could bear the cost of using the ability three times in a row, but his brain was not unaffected.

If you ask him now what 1,000 minus 7 equals, he'll probably have to think for more than ten seconds.

The messenger's car had been parked in front of the anti-drug squad for some time.

The security guards in the gatehouse had already noticed the suspicious-looking car.

When the messenger carrying the drug dealer arrived at the guardhouse, the security guard instinctively put his hand on his waist.

"Is there a problem?"

The security guard, a former soldier, spoke in a rather harsh tone.

"We caught someone selling drugs. The drugs are here. We caught them red-handed, and we have video footage of it."

The letter used four short sentences to explain the routine questions the security guard would ask next.

The security guard was at a loss for words.

He glanced at the drug dealer's sash at the messenger's waist: "What's wrong with this guy? Is he high on drugs?"

The messenger had already prepared his excuse: "When I was caught red-handed, I knew I couldn't escape, and worried about exceeding the weight limit, so I took some of the sleeping pills directly."

The messenger's fabricated lies were so clumsy that the drug dealer could easily recant once he woke up.

But the key issue is not whether the lie is clever or not, but which one the anti-drug squad trusts more.

On the one hand, the drug dealer secretly took some of the drugs to avoid severe punishment; on the other hand, the Chaoyang residents who were arresting drug dealers deliberately made trouble for him to take the drugs.

Who do you think the anti-drug squad will believe?

Is there any need to ask?

Even if the drug dealer is telling the truth, the anti-drug squad will turn a blind eye and pretend it never happened.

Their hatred for drug dealers far exceeded that of ordinary people. If it weren't for the law, they would have picked up a submachine gun and mowed them all down.

In one year, the head of the Asian Anti-Drug Bureau even suggested to higher authorities that drug traffickers be removed from the scope of human rights protection and that they be killed on the spot when caught, in order to save on national prison expenses.

Unfortunately, this was opposed by the high-ranking officials in charge of the prison, and the matter was ultimately dropped.

The drug dealers falling into the hands of the anti-narcotics team are just like criminals falling into the hands of the hermit from ten years ago. The only difference is that one wants to go to jail as soon as possible, and the other wants to die as soon as possible.

"Alright then, hand the person over to us for detention, and you can go in and take a statement to preserve evidence."

After the security guard finished speaking, he opened the side door and let them through.

"Um, is Captain Wu off duty yet?" Jin Ping'an didn't rush in, but instead peered through the window of the guardhouse and asked.

The security guard frowned: "What do you want with Captain Wu? This is a small matter; any one of the guys inside can handle it."

"No, that's not it. I got information about a drug den from an informant," Jin Ping'an said, shaking his head.

"A drug den?"

The security guard, who had been yawning, suddenly sharpened his eyes: "Are you sure?"

Jin Ping'an stood on tiptoe and pointed to himself, saying, "I'm sure, big brother, do you still remember me? I'm Jin Ping'an, the one who helped you intercept two batches of methamphetamine."

The security guard narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully examined the area, and then shook his head.

It was obvious that he didn't remember Jin Ping'an's appearance, because not everyone had seen Jin Ping'an during the anti-drug operation.

"Please wait a moment, I'll call Captain Wu and ask."

The security guard picked up the phone and briefly explained the situation at the entrance. While listening to the conversation, he also observed Jin Ping'an's appearance.

However, after confirming Jin Ping'an's appearance, the security guard's gaze remained fixed on the messenger.

Since getting out of the car, the messenger has been carrying the drug dealer under his arm. This exaggerated arm strength is the main reason why the security guard keeps glancing at him.

"Okay, I understand... Captain Wu wants you to go directly to his office."

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

Jin Ping'an nodded and led the messenger into the anti-drug squad's interior.

Jin Pingan knocked three times on the door, then pushed it open and entered.

I'm so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open... I'll definitely update regularly once I return to the underworld...

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