"Sacred Sound Redemption" is completed.
I am the "lone wolf" of the anti-drug detachment. I am withdrawn and cold-hearted. I am at the forefront of all dangerous tasks. Because I know that in this business, having worries is a dead end.
He is an "airborne soldier" sent by the army. He is polite and gentle, and looks like a civilian sitting in an office. I hate this kind of person the most.
Until that joint operation, I was trapped in a tight siege, all bullets were gone, and the drug dealer's knife was about to pierce my throat.
Gunshots were fired. It wasn't me who fell.
He stood three meters away, his hand holding the gun as steady as if he were on a shooting range, but his eyes were as cold as ice. At that moment, I knew that the "cold-faced King of Hell" who was said to have killed his partner three years ago and was now isolated by the entire system was him.
With that shot, he saved my life and also pulled me into his abyss.
Later, we were paired up. Everyone is waiting to see us drag each other down, or even betray each other.
What they don't know is that in the mud of the border rainforest, he was the one who gave me his dry food; in the dark night when he was undercover in the drug den, it was me who used my body to block the blow for him; in countless moments when our lives were hanging by a thread, we became each other's only back.
Until one day, the superior gave a secret order: There is a ghost inside, and the person next to you is the biggest suspect.
I took over the mission: to monitor him and, if necessary, kill him with my own hands.
But the way he looked at me was still as clear as the first sunrise we watched side by side.
I tightened my grip on the gun hidden behind my waist.
Ps1. The "I" in the copywriting is Chu Qingmu
Purpose: My superiors asked me to doubt you, but I have to believe you.
