Hong Kong Drama Starts from Undercover

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of the morning, I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, never resting, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing towards the earth. , I still like you very much until death, like the sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable, like the wind blowing in my heart, I still like you very much, like rain and wine falling in the tropics and the polar regions, thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like The whale sinks at the bottom of the sea and breathes softly. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have waited for many years. I still like you very much. Like the whale that lacks oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much. I still like you very much, like a subject. 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I still like you very much, even if we never meet again in this life. To put it simply, I am experienced in water.

Are you the devil for the remaining 3%? This week, because I was not feeling well, I stayed in the hospital and read novels out of boredom. I found out that it was only 97% after more than 3,000 minutes.

I don't know why, but when I read the novel, I thought it was very interesting. After I put it on the bookshelf, I went to play a game. Then when I came back to read the novel, I suddenly didn't want to click on it. I suddenly wanted to read a new one. I don't know why. When I clicked in to read it again, I thought it was very interesting. When I exited, I didn't want to click on it or read it. Don't know why.

Don't worry, you'll be back after five years of work. I believe in your abilities. 'A good sir will ensure that the task is completed' 'Sir, when can I go back? They asked me to kill people! ' It's almost coming, keep holding on [hang up the phone] 'Sir, when will the net be closed? The promotion here is much faster than that of the police station.' [Hangs up the phone] 'Dare you hang up on me? ' How much evidence have you collected that we want? We need to close the net. 'Evidence? What evidence! Sir, we are all good, law-abiding citizens.'

The author has no political sense at first glance. The protagonist is already a trainee inspector and has a bachelor's degree in law. Once you join the police force, you will rise to great heights. Why go undercover and soil your identity? (Of course, that's not to say that being an undercover agent is bad, but undercover agents generally don't get promoted to high-level positions.) It's okay to have a chief superintendent arrange undercover tasks, but having a chief inspector who is two levels above you to arrange undercover tasks is very unpromising, because he can't possibly promote you too high. To put it bluntly, the logic is confusing and unrealistic. Lower IQ.

You never read the comments of an old bookworm like me, do you just read them for you? It's all hundreds of minutes

Naturally, west Jinshuai is not a person from the 80s and 90s in this world, but a modern person from 2020. But in his previous life, he lost his life because he sacrificed his life to save a little girl. For this alone, west Jin deserves everyone's admiration.

The writing is pretty good, with a few flaws. I hope the author will fill in the holes later. For example, later on, when the police station turns around, the protagonist becomes a gangster, but the kind with no criminal record and no evidence. Personally, I think it would be more interesting to write it this way. It's also more real. Just like the protagonist's knight-errant system, what he trains is not the police, or the eagle dogs of the court. This should be a foreshadowing by the author. I hope the author has better results.

One day I went to play at a friend's house and spent the night at his friend's house. Because it was hot in the summer, but I wanted to cover myself with a quilt, so I told him that I needed a smaller quilt that could cover my navel. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw that my navel was covered with glasses cloth. I was watching old men playing chess in the park, and I said: Sir, your car is gone. The uncle said: Don't you understand? This is called ju. Me: Okay, uncle, the electric jug next to you is gone. After plastic surgery, the doctor made my lips curl up. I told the doctor that you made me smile. I have been using height-increasing pills recently, and the effect is very obvious. I am two to three centimeters taller, but it is a little bit irritating to my feet when I put them one by one in my shoes. My bag was robbed yesterday. I was very sad. I cried all night because of this. I really couldn't figure out how I was inferior to my bag. I never like strangers asking me personal questions. Just now a stranger asked me where I was going, and I said: It's none of your business? Then I was kicked out of the taxi.

It's good to read the comments, but I don't understand why the time traveler who starts undercover has a family setting. Isn't it bad to be an orphan in time travel? Do you have to show some weakness? The police will protect the family you wrote about. What if he really became the godfather of the underworld? Doesn't this give the police a clue?