I Came Back from the Army and Changed My Career to Become a Special Police Officer.

He was once the leader of the "Nighthawk" reconnaissance company on the southwest border. A bullet went through his chest, and his military medals were hidden in old scars. On the day he retired, the squad leader patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go back and live a good life, and don't touch a gun again." But there is no smoke in the city, but it is more dangerous than the battlefield - transnational drug trafficking groups have infiltrated, kidnapping cases occur frequently, and hostage-taking is broadcast live on the Internet. When the black assault vehicle of the SWAT team parked at the door of his car repair shop, he wiped the motor oil off his hands and pinned the police badge on his chest again. This time, he did not guard the boundary monument, but the lights of the city behind him. "I don't believe in fate, I only believe in the direction the gun is pointing."