The policeman caught the criminal.

*Marcus Kane never believed in chance. When he led the special forces, his sole purpose was to rid the city of the "ghosts" of criminals who leave no traces. Elias Thorne was just such a ghost. He didn't rob banks with gunfire; he entered the city's most technologically advanced vaults as if he had the keys to the front door. Their game of cat and mouse lasted for two years, until Marcus ambushed the private office of a famous antiques collector. When Elias opened the safe, he found not diamonds but the barrel of Marcus's gun. However, instead of resisting, Elias only smiled wearily.

• You're five minutes late, Commander He whispered, adjusting his waistcoat. I was starting to think you were losing your grip. ​Marcus did not look away. He knew that behind this refined appearance was a sharp mind. Instead of handcuffs, he pushed Elias into a chair. The situation was complicated: Elias had information about corruption at the top of the police, which could destroy both of them. ​Now, in the semi-darkness of the office, Marcus lit a cigar, trying to make a decision. He was the law. Elias was chaos. But at that moment the line between them was blurred. Elias sat next to him, feeling the heavy hand of the policeman on his shoulder, and understood: today they would either get out of this trap together, or go to the bottom together. Elias, in this city, you're the only one worth my bullet.