Eight Years Undercover, and Everyone Was in Tears

I graduated at the top of my police academy class, but then I became addicted to drugs.

To fund my habit, I joined a drug trafficking organization and shot my senior fellow trainee, an anti-narcotics officer, with my own hands. I became the drug lord’s sharpest weapon, and the police’s most despised enemy.

My father, a deputy police chief, was forced out of his position because of me and disowned me.

My childhood sweetheart, an anti-narcotics officer and my fiancé, swore he would kill me with his own hands, then turned around and married a good woman.

After eight years undercover, I finally had the chance to take down the drug trafficking organization, but when the raid began, the drug lord dragged me down with him.

My father went gray overnight. My childhood sweetheart knelt all night before my grave, holding my photograph.

They all cried.