I am a mainland smuggler and have been a Hong Kong patrol officer for three years.
The day before I became a full-time employee, my superior suddenly asked me to go undercover in a gang.
Reason? With a black account identity, the risk of being investigated is low.
Damn it. When recruiting temporary workers, why don't you say that black jobs will never be accepted?
I cursed, ready to lick blood with the tip of the knife and move my head.
I never expected that before I could get through the first day, those haphazard preparations would come true.
Die before leaving the army? I bah bah bah. I haven't earned enough money, so who wants to die early?
Damn, it's hard to be a police officer, but it's even harder to be an undercover agent.
Undercover encounters an acquaintance - even harder.
Especially this acquaintance, the one I confessed my love to and then ran away.
Intention: Obsession will never dissipate, the spark will never be extinguished, and it will be passed on to future generations.
