The Sand Sculpture Cannon Fodder Attack In A Sadistic Novel

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The punch that hit Lin Haozhang on the face was neither painful nor itchy. Qi Yan could only sulk.

They are just licking blood from knife edges, so how can he fight with them?

"Chu Ze asked you to come to me, right? Where is he?" Qi Yan said with abandonment.

He had no joy at all in the aftermath of the disaster.

Lin Haozhang looked at Qi Yan and showed a playful smile: "Chu Ze is a drug dealer. What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do?" Qi Yan felt uncomfortable in his heart: "I will give him to him if he dies. He..."

Qi Yan couldn't continue.

Lin Haozhang asked relentlessly: "What will happen?"

"What else can we do, build an orphanage to atone for his sins." Qi Yan really didn't want to talk about this issue.

"Chu Ze was right to find you." Lin Haozhang stopped and stood at attention, saluting Qi Yan with a military salute.

"Comrade Qi Yan needs your cooperation now."

"Ah?" Qi Yan couldn't recover: "What did you say?"

"I am an anti-drug policeman." Lin Haozhang smiled helplessly and bitterly.

"Thank you very much for taking care of Chu Ze, but..."

There were some tears in his eyes, so many years of deployment cannot be wasted just because of him.

Back then, he accidentally assumed the identity of a drug dealer, and it was destined that he would never be able to go back.

The sister's death was due to Lu Feifei's smuggling, Chu Ze's stepmother, who accidentally got involved in drug trafficking, so she had to kill her sister who knew about it.

Although Lu Feifei has never smuggled anything since the death of Chu Ze's mother, she has committed crimes that have been hidden over time.

Lin Haozhang knew that he was sorry for his sister, but for so many years he had no way to redress his injustice, and even allowed his only nephew to be abused by his stepmother.

He couldn't take care of his elderly mother. When his mother took Chu Ze to live on the subsistence allowance, he could only stay anonymous and undercover in the drug den.

After all, he was already dead in the eyes of the world.

All of this is for the country, for the people, and he has no regrets, because if the border defense does not crack down on drugs, countless families will be devastated by drugs.

The era of the sick man of East Asia cannot be repeated.

But every late night, my mother's gray hair and rickety figure always linger in my mind.

There was also the scene of his sister jumping off in a white dress, which made this tough guy who had been shot, stabbed, stabbed in the abdomen, and had his intestines pulled out, crying like a child.

The anti-narcotics police also have families, but everyone is guarding their small family, and who is going to protect everyone?

For them, death is not the most terrible thing. What is terrible is that drugs were not intercepted and allowed to flow into the country.

The moment they wore military uniforms on the ship, they, the police, were no longer someone's son, someone's husband, or someone's father.

The important national responsibility on our shoulders is the most important.