My chat group members are all legendary criminals.

Chapter 69 Heisenberg's Gift

Lu Yiming was startled, grabbed his canvas bag, and immediately got into the car.

He drove around the neighborhood three times to make sure no one was following him, then parked his car in an underground parking lot.

Only then did they begin to check the contents of the bag.

They were bags of transparent crystals, just like rock candy.

"Holy crap! What is this?!"

This stuff is scientifically called methamphetamine, but it has a more infamous name—benza.

The bag was stuffed with six large bags.

Lu Yiming weighed it in his hand; it weighed at least 30 kilograms.

If the anti-narcotics bureau catches him with that weight, he'll be locked up for life.

Of course, he's a policeman, so just explain it clearly.

"Aren't they counterfeiters? Why are they asking me to transport poison?"

Lu Yiming's mind raced, and he came up with a possibility.

This was a test; waiting for him at the dock were members of a counterfeit money ring.

"But aren't they afraid I'm a coward and will just call the police and have the narcotics bureau taken there?"

"Unless, this batch of goods is fake..."

He couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what was fake, but there were people who were absolute experts in this field.

He opened the red envelope records in the "Legendary Criminals Chat Group" and found "Heisenberg's Gift".

—The signature skill of Walter White, the poison mastermind in Breaking Bad.

Click to use.

Suddenly, a wealth of chemical knowledge—the periodic table, molecular structure, crystallization reactions, thermodynamic equations—flooded into his brain.

If he went back to take the chemistry exam now, he would definitely get a perfect score.

A few seconds later, Lu Yiming opened his eyes.

His eyes changed.

The youthful vigor has faded, replaced by a cautiousness born of experience.

He subconsciously raised his hand to push up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, but bumped his nose and then remembered that he was not nearsighted.

He wanted to touch the goatee on his chin, but instead touched a smooth jaw.

"Why……"

Lu Yiming did not immediately check the bag of crystals.

He glanced out the car window; there were surveillance cameras there.

It's unsafe.

He restarted the engine, drove the car out of the parking lot, and made several turns before turning into a dark alley.

He took out his phone, turned it off, and removed the SIM card.

After doing all this, he felt much safer and then reopened the canvas bag.

He took a crystal out of the bag, rubbed it gently, and brought it to his nose to smell it.

"Heh, this isn't Bing Ai." He smiled dismissively.

He can now see through the ingredients of this stuff at a glance.

It is isopropyl benzylamine, and it looks exactly like benzylamine.

It's enough to fool laymen, but it's not enough in front of him.

Since the goods were fake, there was no need to worry about him reporting it to the police. Once the anti-narcotics bureau discovered that the goods were counterfeit, they simply told him to go away and play around.

That was a test.

The transaction location will only be tested by counterfeit money syndicates.

But Lu Yiming still felt uneasy.

Old Bai's mindset taught him never to place his hopes for survival on others.

Being cautious is essential for survival.

To avoid arousing suspicion, he didn't even bring his police gun today.

"Looks like we need to make some preparations."

He glanced at the contents of the canvas bag. "These can be put to good use."

……

Two and a half hours later.

Container yard 14 at the Port of Auckland.

This is a cargo terminal, surrounded by stacks of containers, like a maze.

Lu Yiming parked the car in the open space and got out, carrying the green canvas bag.

He hunched his shoulders, his eyes darting around.

"Is...is anyone here? I'm here to deliver goods," he called out tentatively.

The voice just fell.

"Don't move! Put your hands up! Lie face down!"

Four or five burly men suddenly rushed out from behind the surrounding shipping containers.

They were fully armed, carrying AR-15 rifles and wearing bulletproof vests with the word "DEA" printed on them.

Several red dots instantly locked onto Lu Yiming's brow.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

Lu Yiming pretended to be terrified, screamed, and carefully dropped the bag on the ground.

He then covered his head with his hands and squatted down, trembling.

Two burly men rushed up, pinned him down, and pressed the barrel of a gun against the back of his head.

Another detective stepped forward, unzipped the canvas bag, glanced inside, and loudly reported to his superior, "Sir, it's meth! A full 30 kilograms!"

The man in the lead, wearing a baseball cap, walked up to Lu Yiming.

"You've got guts, 30 kilograms. You'll be spending the rest of your life inside."

Lu Yiming trembled all over, and tears were about to fall.

"Officer! I'm innocent! I don't know anything! Someone asked me to deliver this bag here!"

He appeared extremely nervous and tried desperately to explain.

But inwardly he sneered: These idiots are putting on a terrible show.

Walter White's brother-in-law, Hank, is a seasoned DEA agent who is very familiar with the process.

When a real DEA agent seizes a drug, they will conduct a color change test; they won't immediately conclude that it's a drug just by looking at it.

Moreover, that wasn't Bin Ai at all.

These people couldn't even tell the goods were fake, yet they're still trying to fool people.

He is now convinced that this was a test arranged by the counterfeit money syndicate.

As long as you don't give yourself away, you can keep acting.

The man in the baseball cap pulled the bolt, chambering a bullet.

"I've met many people, and they all claim they're innocent. What do you do for a living?"

Lu Yiming stammered, "I'm just a chemistry teacher! I also work part-time as a cashier at a car wash! I'm really not a criminal!"

The man in the baseball cap sneered, "No, no, no, you're just a professional drug mule."

"No, I'm not! I'm not!"

"If I say you are, then you are."

The man squatted down and patted his face. "I've been under a lot of pressure to meet my targets lately. I haven't been able to catch any big fish, so I have to use you, this unlucky guy, as a scapegoat."

"Anyway, there are only a few of us at the scene. If we shoot you, we can just say you violently resisted arrest, and nobody will know."

Lu Yiming's heart sank.

That's a really vicious trick.

The other party was testing his identity with fear.

Faced with such a desperate situation, even if it were an undercover agent sent by the police, a normal person's first reaction to save their life would definitely be to shout "We're on the same side!" and reveal their identity.

The moment he admits he's a police officer, these guys posing as DEA officers will shoot him dead.

"I'm really just a chemistry teacher!" Lu Yiming insisted stubbornly.

The man in the baseball cap stood up, his eyes hardening, and pointed the gun at Lu Yiming's forehead.

Farewell.

Lu Yiming closed his eyes, silently repeating to himself: This is a test, this is a test.

boom!

The gunshots were deafening.

But no bullet was fired; it was a blank.

"...Hmm?" Lu Yiming cautiously opened his eyes.

The next second, someone next to him pulled out a stun gun and stabbed him in the lower back.

Crack!

Lu Yiming's body convulsed uncontrollably, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time passed.

A drop of water hit my forehead.

He slowly opened his eyes.

I found myself in a dark, damp little room.

It looks like it's in a shipping container.

He was tied to an iron chair and unable to move.

Several metal plates were attached to his chest, wrists, and fingers, and several wires extended into an instrument on the table.