The Cool Report - What a patrolman!

The sun is obscured by dust and smoke, wildly sweeping through Shenzhen.

Looking inside the car, handcuffs burn the skin,

Security guards fierce as tigers and wolves, their bravery unmatched in three armies.

Seeing hands cuffed, fists strike the eyes, clubs chase the soul.

Blood-written banners vow to redress grievances.

Hating the security guards who betray the people,

Righteous indignation soars to the heavens, shaking the universe.

Hear the roar of anger! The cries of battle! The frequent beat of drums!