Late at night at the dock in 1982, Lin Jingyue, who had been silenced by cultural relics smugglers, opened her eyes.
She sneered at the empty muzzle of the gun, smashed a piece of "Tang Sancai" with her backhand, and accurately reported a top-secret underground smuggling network. Not only was the suspect cleared on the spot, but the customs anti-smuggling captain Lu Chen, who raised his gun, narrowed his dangerous eyes.
A national treasure-level restorer who died for his country in his previous life was reborn as a little fox who talked about running a train and was full of confusion. Lu Chen thought he was just a cunning thief he was following, but in a confrontation, he completely eliminated the bottom line.
In the dark underground warehouse, the ascetic, cold and arrogant man held her tightly in his arms from behind. His big palm wrapped her hand and pulled the trigger. His hot breath brushed against her ears: "Hold it steady, just like when you deceived my heart."
