There are more than 2 million drug users in Daxia. Among them are vicious drug traffickers, impoverished drug addicts, and people of all kinds.

For this group of people who cannot distinguish right from wrong, they do not realize that what they are smoking and injecting is not just flour, but poison.

People who are addicted to flour will not understand that their momentary indulgence is just drinking poison to quench thirst.

Narcotics officers take away the drugs from their hands, but criminals only stubbornly resent the police for taking away their cheese. Narcotics officers are also human beings: sons, husbands, fathers, and ordinary people with vulnerabilities and weaknesses.

But when the country and the people need them, they are brave warriors on the tip of the knife, heroes in the fire, and giants standing tall.

For this group, all ordinary people can do is to have infinite respect and remember:

Every penny spent on flour is a bullet fired at the drug enforcement police.

Many drug enforcement officers write suicide notes every week, hoping that each of them will never take effect.

During the day, drug users and drug traffickers have little activity, so the police are busy with desk work, making careful plans, and waiting to strike at night.

Compared with the righteous characters in film and television dramas, drug enforcement police in reality do not want to attract attention.

"A world without drugs" is the ideal pursuit of every anti-drug police officer. As long as drugs are present, drug control will continue.

In the crowd, they are inconspicuous, not recognizable as police officers at all; in the news media, their names are pseudonyms, their figures are shown from behind, and the occasional appearance of their faces is blurred. Because they are drug enforcement police, they are destined to remain unknown.

Salute to every drug enforcement officer whose face and police number are covered with thick mosaics. What is great is not the profession, but the people who fight bravely and dedicate themselves selflessly in the profession. It is people like these who make this profession shine.

In prosperous times, there is always a group of people wearing navy blue, carrying the burden of thousands of lights, not forgetting the past and not fearing the future, because the mission of the police is to become the light, to protect the peace of this city, to illuminate the sky above the people's heads, and to guard the dignity and authority of the law.