After the turn of the millennium, domestic drug dealers have become rampant, and the harm caused by drugs has become increasingly serious.
After ten years undercover, he became the heir to a drug lord.
On the eve of closing the net, his police certificate fell on the drug lord's desk.
Chen Mo's every step was on the edge of a knife. The brotherhood is fake, but the fateful friendship is real; the outlaws are staged, but the blood on the hands is real. When the final order came, asking him to obtain the core account book "at all costs", he found that his alarm number was clearly written on the account book - it turned out that he was never the only pawn.
This is a game within a game where your soul is on the line. When everyone's masks will be torn off, who is the hunter and who is the prey?
