He was a war photographer who only believed in the lens and never told lies.
Until he was in the basement on the US-Mexico border and saw numbers replacing names, and silence covering the cries.
He built a ship called "Jingguan" and wanted to penetrate high walls with light.
But the world has long been accustomed to closing its eyes——
The law has become a tool for cannibalism, justice is blocked by nationality, and even children's testimonies require "legal status" to be worthy of being heard.
So he disappeared.
Turn into a ghost, sneak into the drug network, return to the century-old overseas Chinese group, corrupt officials, and form an armed force...
Use the dirtiest hands to do the cleanest things:
Hiding SD cards in pancake batter,
Use children's meal toys to convey coordinates,
Let 1,000 mobile phones project erased names on the border wall,
Even genetically modified coca is used to extract "phosphorus" to force the perpetrators to look directly at the crimes they have committed in hallucinations.
Is he a drug lord? Traitor? Terrorist?
No.
He is just a dark keeper——
Guarding those cries forgotten by the world,
Guard the places where light cannot reach.
When justice must be cloaked in darkness,
Do you still dare to believe it?
Intention: True guardianship is not to stand in the light and praise the light, but to walk into the darkness and become the prism that allows the light to be refracted.