Who would want to use illegal means of killing one thousand enemies and losing eighty thousand to oneself when they can go through formal channels?
With the guidance plan in hand, Jin Ping'an did what he said. He took out the ketamine he seized from the drug dealer and touched it gently with his hand.
Soon he came to the previous consciousness tunnel again.
Jin Ping'an had better luck this time and found a large room, which recorded in detail the entire process of the drug dealer going to purchase goods.
From subcontracting to weighing, to the drug dealer picking up the goods and leaving, the whole process can be seen clearly. The only drawback is that there is no sound.
But these are minor issues, as long as the address and house number of the community can be clearly seen.
After the retracing ended, Jin Ping'an covered his slightly stinging head and looked ahead in a daze.
With his retrospection, he could not only see fragments of the past, but also record all the scenes in the fragments accurately.
This kind of memory can be accurate to the wrinkles on the clothes, the scratches on the desk, and even the QR code on the mobile phone.
Retracing this process is equivalent to copying all the information in a space in just a few dozen seconds in reality, and then packaging it and stuffing it into Jin Pingan's brain.
Whether it is useful information or useless junk information, the brain absorbs it all without fail. Under the impact of this information flow, it is extremely easy to cause irreversible damage to the brain.
Jin Ping'an has done experiments on backtracking ability before, using the ability several times in a row to see where his limit is.
The consequences of doing so were terrible. During those days, his brain was close to dementia. Not only was he unable to take care of himself, he was unable to walk and crawl on his hands and feet, and he had to be fed even food and water.
If he is allowed to eat alone, he will throw the spoon aside and grab it directly. The same goes for drinking water. He will pick up the water glass and splash it on his face.
It looks like a wild gorilla that just escaped from the tropical rain forest.
This is the main reason why Jinping’s backtracking ability cannot be used without limit.
Fortunately, with this lesson, Jin Ping'an figured out the upper limit of his abilities.
Normally, it can be used up to three times a day and can be used continuously.
He could still bear the cost of using his ability three times in a row.
However, to be on the safe side, he usually uses his backtracking ability every three to eight hours.
But I don’t have that free time right now.
"Hiss... tsk, we found their den!"
Jin Ping'an shook his head and put away the small bag: "While the captain of the anti-narcotics team is still here, go find him quickly, otherwise he will get off work at half past nine."
After saying that, Jin Pingan leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.
After squinting for a while, he didn't hear the sound of the car starting, so he couldn't help but open his tired eyes: "Messenger?"
The messenger ignored him, unbuckled his seat belt and pointed out the window.
Jin Pingan looked in the direction he pointed, and the retractable door with the police badge reflected in his pupils.
"Arrived at the destination so soon?"
Jin Ping'an asked with a grimace. He originally wanted to take a rest while he was on the road, but who knew he would have arrived at his destination long ago.
The messenger ignored him and just said: "Remember to bring the goods with you."
After saying that, he took the young drug dealer under his arm and closed the car door.
Jin Ping'an lingered in the car for a while before slowly getting out of the car.
The impact of retrospection on Jin Ping'an's brain was too great. He could bear the cost of using his ability three times in a row, but the impact on his brain was not unaffected.
Now if you ask him what one thousand minus seven equals, you will probably have to think about it for more than ten seconds.
The courier's car has been parked in front of the anti-narcotics team for some time.
The security guard in the guard room had already noticed this suspicious-looking car.
When the courier walked to the guard room with the drug dealer under his arm, the security guard subconsciously put his hands on his waist.
"Is there a problem?"
A security guard with a military background speaks in a stiff tone.
"Caught a drug seller. The stuff is here. He was caught in action. There is a video recording."
The letter used four short sentences to explain the customary questions the security guard would ask next.
The security guard didn't know what to say for a while.
He glanced at the drug dealer on the messenger's waist: "What's wrong with this guy? Is he high?"
The messenger had already thought of the reason: "When I caught the current situation, I knew I couldn't run away. I was worried that I would be overweight, so I took some sleeping pills directly."
The lies fabricated by the courier can be said to be very clumsy, and the drug dealer can retract his confession at any time when he wakes up.
But the crux of the matter has never been whether the lies were subtle, but who the anti-narcotics team trusted more.
On the one hand, the drug dealer himself secretly took part of the drug in order to avoid a severe punishment; on the other hand, the Chaoyang people who arrested the drug dealer were looking for trouble to force him to take the drug.
Who do you think the drug squad would believe?
Do you even need to ask?
Even if what the drug dealer says is true, the people in the anti-drug team will turn a blind eye and pretend it never happened.
Their hatred for drug dealers is far beyond ordinary people. If the law did not allow it, they would have picked up their submachine guns and killed all of them.
Even one year, the head of the Asian Federation Drug Enforcement Bureau proposed to the higher-ups to exclude drug dealers from the scope of human rights protection and kill them on the spot when caught, so as to save national prison expenses.
Unfortunately, this was opposed by the big guys in charge of the prison, and nothing happened in the end.
Drug dealers fall into the hands of the anti-drug squad just like criminals fell into the hands of the hermits ten years ago. The only difference is that one wants to go to jail quickly and the other wants to die quickly.
"Okay then, hand him over to our custody, and you can follow him and record a confession and leave evidence."
After the security guard said this, he opened the side door to let people go.
"Um, has Captain Wu gotten off work?" Jin Ping'an didn't rush in, but opened the window of the guard room and asked.
The security guard frowned: "Why are you looking for Captain Wu? Such a trivial matter can be handled by just going in and finding a brother."
"That's not the case. I got a drug hiding place from an informant." Jin Ping'an shook his head and said.
"A drug den?"
The security guard who was still yawning suddenly became sharp-eyed: "Are you sure?"
Jin Pingan stood up on tiptoes and pointed at himself and said, "Are you sure, brother, do you still remember me? I am Jin Pingan who helped you cut off two batches of nuts before."
The security guard narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it carefully, then shook his head.
It was obvious that he did not remember Jin Pingan's appearance, because not everyone had seen Jin Pingan during that operation of the anti-narcotics team.
"Please wait a moment, I'll call and ask about Captain Wu."
The security guard picked up the phone and briefly explained the situation at the door. During this period, he listened to the content of the phone call and observed Jin Pingan's appearance.
However, after confirming Jin Pingan's appearance, the security guard kept his eyes on the messenger.
From the moment he got off the car to now, the courier has been holding the drug dealer under his arm. This exaggerated arm strength is the main reason why the security brother frequently looks at him.
"Yes, I understand... Captain Wu asked you to go directly to the office to find him."
The security guard hung up the phone and said to the two of them.
Jin Pingan nodded and led the messenger to the anti-narcotics team.
Boom, boom, boom, Jin Ping'an knocked on the door three times, then pushed the door straight in.