Chapter 58: There are preconditions for releasing people
The heart of a young man is like a roller coaster.
This is not the first time he has been caught selling drugs. If he goes in again, even if the amount he brings does not meet the sentencing standards, he will definitely be punished severely.
Being able to exchange a customer's information for a chance to escape is simply a costless transaction. Who would refuse it?
When people are in panic, they will try to hold on to any hope, no matter how unrealistic that hope may seem.
As for professional ethics, do people like them have that kind of thing?
The conscience of medicine dealers is as black and brittle as the bamboo charcoal freshly fired from the charcoal kiln.
The young man knew that the messenger was probably deceiving him, but even so, he wanted to try to believe it.
He stared at the sketch with wide eyes.
When he saw the sketch for the first time, the young man didn't realize who this person was.
But after seeing the grimace moth tattoo, I suddenly remembered it.
The young man nodded like crazy: "I know! I know! He often comes to me to buy triazolam, sevoflurane and other things. I have to buy goods for him almost every two or three days!"
As soon as these words came out, before the messenger could say anything, Jin Pingan excitedly grabbed his shoulders.
Next comes the standard three questions of the soul: "Who is he?! Where is he?! What does he do?!"
The young man's answer was also very interesting: "I don't know, I don't know, I can't be sure..."
"Are you kidding? You don't even know the name of your buyer?!"
Jin Ping'an cursed the young man's angry attitude in his heart.
The case that had been stagnant for a month has finally made a major breakthrough. The dawn of victory is just around the corner, and the most critical criminal suspect will soon be caught.
Just now he was talking about knowing everything, but now he denied it three times. Jin Ping'an wanted to give him two iron fists first.
The young man was dumbfounded. He subconsciously glanced at the bounty hunter who was pressing him.
Obviously this guy is very experienced, why is there such a stupid guy next to him?
He felt that he had been wronged: "How could a retail investor like me deliberately inquire about the buyer's information? Isn't that just looking for trouble?"
In this business, apart from the communication between suppliers, thank God if others don’t pry about their information. Who will care about the customers’ business?
You give me the money and I give you the goods. Except for the use of mobile phones during transactions, everyone usually communicates through drift bottles.
Some of the more cautious dealers do not even meet face to face when doing business.
They will put the goods directly into a trash can in the park, or stick them behind the sign with tape, send a location information, take a photo of the scene, and let customers pick it up themselves.
There was no one transacting during the whole process, and the service attitude was extremely poor.
The courier knows the market, and if he catches a drug dealer at random, he can get a lot of clues. This kind of thing basically does not exist.
Every major police operation basically relies on informants and hidden stakes to provide clues. It is rare to follow a low-level drug dealer and catch the supplier.
However, due to the recent shortage of supplies in Qianhua City, the supply of goods exceeds demand, product quality has declined, and the pharmaceutical industry's economy is sluggish.
In order to retain customers and prevent them from falling into the arms of other peers, dealers began to get involved in the industry and launched on-call door-to-door delivery services.
There are endless promotions such as free shipping for items weighing less than 7 grams, and 50% off for items weighing more than 15 grams. Some people are eager to hold up signs to advertise.
Of course, neither the messenger nor Jin Ping'an knew much about these current situations.
"Since you have been supplying to him for a long time, you should have his contact information."
The messenger lifted the young man from the ground and asked him to stand against the wall.
During this period, the messenger 'inadvertently' revealed the pistol on his waist.
The young man who had just had the idea of escape suddenly became exhausted.
Originally, he thought that since the two of them were not police officers, they might be able to give it a try and run to the bar to find help while they were not paying attention, but now he felt that it would be better for him to be honest.
In Yalian, if a drug dealer resists or attempts to escape when being arrested, the police (including bounty hunters) can choose to shoot directly, regardless of life or death.
No matter how fast he runs on two legs, he can't outrun the bullets.
The young man said honestly: "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 the compartment.
"He gave me this number yesterday. Every time he finishes a transaction with me, he will change it to a new number." The young man explained.
The messenger asked: "Nothing else to say?"
"No...I'm really not familiar with him, it's just a business relationship..."
The young man said with sincerity.
"If it's gone, just open your mouth and take this pill."
The messenger was too lazy to argue with him and took out the powerful sleeping pills that he secretly withheld.
The young man specializes in selling this, and this thing is very familiar to him.
"Didn't you promise to let me go?"
The young man struggled hard, but because his hands were tied behind his back, he couldn't maintain his balance. He almost fell over when he dived, but luckily the messenger was kind-hearted and kicked him in the stomach to help him squat down.
"Brother, we have no grievances, can you let me go? You name it, as long as I can afford it..."
next moment.
The young man's voice stopped suddenly.
Because a black muzzle was pointed at his head.
"I said that the prerequisite for letting you go is that the news must satisfy me, but now, you can either take medicine or die. Choose one."
After the messenger finished speaking, he threw the medicine on the ground, opened the safety of the pistol and put his finger on the trigger.
Facing the messenger's cold gaze that could give someone frostbite, the hair on the young man's body stood up.
Now he didn't even dare to move, for fear that if he moved, the other party would accidentally miss the gun and go off, sending him to have a chat with the old man, Prince of Hell.
The young man felt bitter in his heart, and he would rather the messenger was a little more angry.
Because anger means that you still have value and will not be easily abandoned.
However, the messenger's tone was understated. Talking about life and death was like discussing the taste of last night's meal. Murder was just a trivial matter in his eyes.
The young man had no doubt that this man would shoot immediately after he refused, then take his things and leave the alley without looking back. He really didn't care about the multiple lives on his hands.
The young man slowly leaned down, licked the pills on the ground with his tongue, and swallowed them with saliva.
After a few minutes, he finally experienced what the medicine he was selling felt like.
The young man's head and body began to lose control and completely succumbed to instinct. His brain was unable to carry out any thinking, and his mouth could not even connect the most basic vocabulary structures.
Finally, he closed his eyes and passed out facing the ground.
The only remaining front tooth was knocked out due to this knock.
The messenger's left hand went around the young man's abdomen and tucked the whole person under his arm: "Take everything with you, remember to wrap it with paper, and don't touch it directly with your hands."