A postal inspector paid me a visit a few weeks ago accompanied by two local police officers. It wasn't an attempt to fool me into believing they were actual postal carriers. They were dressed in plain clothes with badges around their necks. The package in question was sent to a drop away from my place of residence, but strangely, they brought the pack to my home. The PO box at which it was received was in no way associated with my home address and had no other kinds of mail sent to it.
When confronted by the LEA, they told me that the package had been scanned by x-ray similar to how it is scanned by TSA at airports. When the postal inspector pulled out the consent form for permission to open the package, I declined to sign the form. At this point, the entire tone of the conversation changed. The other officers began to threaten me and attempt to scare me with the bad cop routine "You can either be a witness or a suspect. At this point, how you are acting, you are a suspect." "How many people do you think you've killed?" "You're facing federal drug charges, this isn't a joke." "I'm not a fucking idiot, and we know what the fuck you've been doing."
Once I heard this, a little smile broke out inside me as I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that they only use these tactics when THEY DON'T HAVE SHIT. From this point on, my replies to their incessant questions and threats was "Since now you're saying I'm a suspect, I will need to speak with my attorney before I answer any of your questions." They absolutely hated this, threw a few more threats and curses at me, then stepped back. At this point, they said they were going to get a search warrant for my home.
They waited outside for about 3 hours while they obtained the warrant. Durring this time, about 10-15 police cruisers started to slowly gather in front of my home. At one point, I briefly stepped outside. I was not allowed back inside until the search was over. Instead of sticking around to watch the search, I just left to avoid any further confrontation.
About an hour later, I received a call from the PI. He was informing me that they were terminating the search since they found no evidence of illegal activity in the residence. He was CLEARLY agitated, and resumed his comments about how I must have a pretty good hiding spot for my manufacturing equipment (lol). When I returned to my home, it had been trashed of course, and had about $500 missing from my piggy bank (I didn't have huge stack of cash or anything in my house).
The package in question was international to USA, from one of the top MDMA vendors (EU) on the market. The packages that I received were always >500 pills, or >250g of raw product, to give you an idea of the kinds of packs that were coming through. Never lost any other packs before this, and I am by no means new to this.
Understand the difference between cooperation and submission. You can cooperate with submitting to tyranny and waiving your rights. Do not answer questions. Be polite and calm. Request a lawyer. Keep your mouth shut. POINT BLANK. PERIOD.
you handled it very well, props to you