Dark Light Chaser

Dark Light Chaser Chapter 135

2022-03-09

Chapter 135 Trading

Already at Turion Bar, but the messenger just ordered a drink and went with a hot girl Went to the bathroom.

Are you just here to play with women?

Even if I knew it was an impossible thing, I passed the dance floor of the bar, under the double shock of spirit and physics.

At this time, Jin Ping'an is on the hormonal level, and his mind will always think in that direction uncontrollably.

"Zhang Yan is not like the boss of the tattoo shop before. This is someone else's territory. It is still unclear about the relationship between him and the tattooed man. If they are accomplices, it's no problem for me to break out. You don't. Certainly."

The messenger cast a glance at Jin Ping'an and deliberately adopted a statement that stimulated his self-esteem: "In short, I can't let go of you with you by my side, so don't follow me tomorrow. ."

The messenger said it very straightforwardly, and after saying this, he opened the car window and quietly looked at the bar.

Although it is not a good thing to say, it is always for the sake of Jin Ping'an.

The blood on Jin Ping'an's face spread from his cheeks to the base of his ears. This remark severely dampened his self-esteem.

Every word of the messenger is an objective fact, and there is absolutely no way to refute it.

From the time the two met until now, they have been playing the role of the guiding NPC and the dragging role of the injured member of the protagonist group.

It has no effect on the progress of the case, but it also slows down the investigation.

Since the messenger came over, it seems that it doesn't matter whether there is Jin Ping'an or not in this case.

Jin Ping An assists the messenger.

It's like a Northeasterner going to Antarctica to see the snow scene, Saudi Arabia selling oil to the UAE, ice dew beside the natural mountain spring, Sichuan-Chongqing hotpot eating its own hot sauce, it's purely an act of lanterns under the sun.

His assistance can't be said to be non-existent, only limited. The limited ones are like the bags of potato chips in the supermarket.

As a young man who just turned 16, he helped the police detect several homicides, intercepted two batches of Maguo from drug dealers, destroyed three prostitute dens, and destroyed an underground small casino. There are (act) young people who are offended (dead) all over the place.

Jin Ping'an also has his own pride, he thinks he can't go on like this.

So he mustered up his courage: "The messenger, actually I..."

"I'll talk about it later, get my phone and hide and record."

The courier took out the pistol from the armbox and pinned it to his waist, and took two straps by the way.

After the gear was ready, he opened the car door and moved towards the bar.

Jin Ping'an, who has been drinking at the bar, doesn't know why the messenger asked him to take his mobile phone, but it's too late to care about it now.

He had to swallow what he wanted to say, and obediently and honestly opened the video with his mobile phone as requested by the messenger.

At the entrance of the bar, the messenger pretended to be a customer who came to drink, and "accidentally" met a young drug dealer in sportswear.

The two looked at each other, and the messenger moved towards the young man with a gesture: "How to sell it?"

The young man was hearing this, looked at the messenger carefully, and said cautiously: "You recognized the wrong person."

"It's inconvenient here, go there and talk."

The messenger did not try to pull the young man, but moved towards the alley next to him and pointed to him. He goes first.

The young frowned, slowly moved towards the alley, and when he reached the entrance of the alley, he first glanced inside to make sure that no one was there before he breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the surveillance, the surveillance here is just a decoration, and it was cut off by the people in the bar long ago.

Because some things are done, it is more convenient to have no monitoring.

After they both entered the alley, the messenger asked again: "How to sell it?"

"One hi two hundred."

After saying that, the youth Reaching into his pocket, he took out a small plastic bag containing several oval-shaped white pills.

The messenger opened and sniffed sneered, and then said sharply: "Sell tramadol as fruit? Do you want to die?" Ice skater: "Since you know the goods, big brother, I won't hide it. Recently, there is a shortage of fruit in the city. It's really out of stock, why don't you try something else?"

"Flying and Fan have some No?"

The messenger slapped the small plastic bag into the young man's arms, and he took a half step back.

In the face of this momentum is big, power is deep slap, young people dare not show any dissatisfaction, mainly because they are still selling fake goods to others and they are morally wronged. It is definitely not because of this. The strength of the palm was frightening.

With the eyes of the messenger glare like a tiger watching his prey, the young man took out a small bag from his pocket again: "I didn't bring leaves, only powder, six hundred in one hand, do you want it?"

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The messenger didn't say a word, but he opened the bag and took a look, and then took a picture of the crystal with his mobile phone through the bag.

As soon as the young man saw this posture, he knew that the man in front of him was not just an old ice skater, he was definitely an expert.

"Everyone is 80 points, and yours is 120 points. I thought how pure it was. At least half of the 5 points are ground glass powder."

The young man's heart skipped a beat, and he was indeed seen.

He, Brace Oneself, explained: "I also picked up the goods directly from the warehouse. Recently, Qianhua's various sources of goods have been in short supply and they have raised the price. This is also impossible."

The courier didn't listen to his explanation, he calculated the wholesale price based on the current price, and then took out four hundred yuan and slapped it on the youth.

"Big brother, I won't let you kill me like this when I haggle!"

The young man looked at the messenger and couldn't say a word. The purchase price was 350 yuan. , who can bear this.

The messenger turned sideways so that Jin Ping'an outside the alley could take a clear picture of the young man's face.

The messenger pressed the young man's shoulder with one hand, and held up the bag with the other and shook it in front of him, saying with a malicious smile: "First sell fake goods, and then adulterate and raise the price , Do you want to die?"

The young man's temper also came up, and he wanted to break free from the messenger's palm.

The credible messenger's hand is like a limpet sucking on a rock, with amazing strength and can't break free at all.

The huge disparity in strength, and the sharp pain from his shoulders calmed the young man down, he smiled and put away the four hundred dollars.

Also made fifty, no loss.

Youth self-comforted.

However, next moment, his vision blurred for a while, Heaven and Earth seemed to be turned upside down all of a sudden.

Before he could realize what had happened, he was already pinned to the ground, his hands tied with girdle.

"Slip?! I..."

The youth subconsciously shouted.

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He was slapped on the forehead as soon as he finished speaking.

"Keep your mouth clean."

After the messenger suppressed the youth, immediately greeted Jin Ping'an.

Under the camera of the mobile phone, the messenger took out the contents of the young man's pocket through a paper handkerchief, but when he touched the tablet, he quietly buckled one.

There are not many goods that can be sentenced on young people. Like other traffickers, they do not carry more than seven grams. It is obviously not the first time that they have done such a thing.

Of course, it is also possible that the online company has done project training for them, and it is explained in detail that every extra gram can squat in the phone for a few more years.

Under the message of the messenger, Jin Ping'an turned off the mobile phone video recording.

The public job of cracking down on drug dealers is done, now it's time for private work.

The messenger pulled the young man's hair and made him look at his face: "I'm not a policeman. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I don't mind letting you go, understand?"

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When the young man whose face was ashen-faced heard the messenger's words, his eyes suddenly burst into a strong desire to survive: "big brother, you have something to say! As long as I know, I will definitely know everything!"

The messenger took out the sketch and unfolded it: "Do you know this person?"

(end of this chapter)