God-Killing Zhao Kongcheng Received a Transfer Order Five Years Ago

"The ace commissioner of the headquarters, report back to Cangnan." What greeted him was a cold look, a tombstone, and the words "Captain, we held it." No one is welcome. No one forgives. He squatted in the rain with a cigarette in his mouth and didn't explain a word. Five years. He risked his life in exchange for three tubes of raw liquid, seventeen batches of supplies, and a transfer order that he could not return for three years. He came back not to prove himself right. He came back to guard this city, this group of people, and this worldly fireworks. The smoke and fire in the world have made me a knife that I will not regret.