I lurked around the Golden Triangle drug lords for three years and personally sent hundreds of drug dealers to prison.
In the last mission, the drug lord wants to shoot an undercover policeman.
He handed me the gun and pointed it at my comrade.
"Chen Mo, it's time to prove your loyalty."
I pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't go off.
The drug lord laughed and patted me on the shoulder: "Just kidding, I already knew you were an undercover agent."
"The one just now was not loaded with bullets at all."
I laughed along, laughed and cried.
He would never know that I was crying because there were actually bullets in that gun.
