Police Academy, three years ago.

A day at the People's Police Academy was not easy, even after being here for a year. The discipline here and the military were the same. At five o'clock in the morning, all practitioners must get up to do personal hygiene. All those must go down to the gym to exercise, including jogging, no matter how they felt. Only those with serious medical conditions certified by a doctor were exempt from this.

- I’m so tired! - A trainee lamented.

- Sleepy! - Another trainee spoke up.

Seeing the first-year students who were not used to waking up so early, lamenting running, Quoc knew how much he had changed when he entered this place. He had almost gotten used to life here, so he didn't feel the slightest bit of discomfort.

Then, at six-thirty in the morning, Quoc began to wear the green uniform of a police soldier, fastening his shoelaces. This process must be carried out quickly but also carefully to maintain the dignity of the policeman.

He then took his bag an