Red sports cars, traffic lights, black motorcycles, knights in helmets, shattered glass, screams, gunshots, blood, the woman in the car was killed, and the murderer left behind.
On June 26, 1996, in Dublin, Ireland, female journalist Veronica Guerin was shot and killed by two gunmen while waiting for a traffic light. During her lifetime, she devoted herself to following a report on a drug trafficking syndicate, dug up the secret leader of the syndicate, was intimidated by shooting, beaten and attacked by the leader, and was finally shot in the street. She completed her first-degree death report with her life. Her death sparked a series of strong repercussions. Demonstrations were organized to drive drug traffickers who were active on the streets out of the city; the Irish government changed the law to allow the seizure of assets of dubious origin; , The members involved in drug trafficking were arrested one by one.
The female reporter is a person who is almost innocent, brave and almost reckless. She confronts members of the underworld face-to-face and asks face-to-face whether the brutal group leader is responsible for drug trafficking. How can a weak force compete with the underworld? But please don't laugh at her, please give her a little respect, if it wasn't for her and someone as passionate as her, our lives would one day fall into a dark abyss.
We won't do what she does, not because we're smarter and wiser than her, but because we don't have her bravery, her blood, her sense of justice. For her personally, life is priceless; for her family, the loss of a loved one is an eternity. But at least, her death brought some changes, some light.
However, if the government is indifferent, indifferent to the life and death of the people, and cannot even touch death, is there any hope for us?
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