I once died under the gun of a drug lord. The unfulfilled vows and the unseen sunset have become eternal regrets.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the Humen Coast in 1839. Standing in front of him was a scholar in green shirt. He asked: "My friend, how do you think this tobacco poison should be eradicated?"
I know he is Lin Zexu. I know how history will be written. I know better - this land is about to experience a hundred years of decline.
My name is Li Rui, also known as Li Changsheng. An anti-narcotics police officer who was supposed to die in the 22nd century, was burdened with an unfulfilled oath and was thrown into the beginning of national crisis by fate.
I have had three reincarnations, and each time I was reborn, I gained a strange ability:
In the first life, I had the "eye of loyalty and traitor". In the fog of the Opium War, I helped Mr. Lin distinguish friends from enemies and burn smoke. However, I finally witnessed under artillery fire that personal bravery cannot withstand the huge waves of the times.
In the second life, I had to "manifest my heroic spirit", and in the dark night of the Republic of China, I allowed the fallen patriots to return to their souls and see their loved ones they would never see again. The most silent cry I have ever heard was when the manifested hero hugged his wife, who had become an old woman, and said, "I'm back... Even if it's only for one day."
In the third life, I finally reached the era of "Li Rui". From border minefields to urban darknets, from the Golden Triangle to the Mekong River - I used three hundred years of memory to lay out the ultimate anti-drug war spanning the century.
