Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 484 Temporary Grip
Temporary checkpoint.

The policeman beckoned.

A young man wearing black-rimmed glasses and carrying a large backpack, who looked like a college student, quietly stuck his phone and ID card together and handed them to the police.

The police glanced at the ID card and pushed it back.

Then he took the phone, pulled a data cable from a laptop next to him, connected it to the phone, and after about half a minute, disconnected and returned the phone.

The boy took back his phone, lowered his head, and quietly walked around the checkpoint to leave.

The whole process took about half a minute. The boy was quite cooperative, and the police officer's attitude was neither good nor bad.

The impression given was that both parties were used to this process, with extremely natural movements and expressions, like a habit that had become part of their daily lives, such as going to work or school.

"This is to check if there are any illegal videos or audios on the phone," Lao Cheng explained, then gestured to the checkpoint police not to come over and salute, and to continue the verification work.

In Donghai Province, police occasionally check people's mobile phones, but only to see if they have the anti-fraud center app installed, and at most they just open WeChat to look at the chat history and Moments.

Of course, this situation is extremely rare. After all, cell phones are very private items, and unless someone is a particularly suspicious person, the police in Donghai Province will not touch their cell phones.

The situation here is completely different from the crowd queuing up for police inspection.

The second person to be checked was a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase. He took out a smartphone and an ID card from his bag.

The police officer glanced at the ID card casually, waved his hand, and told the person to leave.

"Why didn't they investigate this person at all?" Jiang Hai was the first to jump out and ask. "Is he someone the police know? Someone they know very well, so they just let him go?"

Linda, who had been observing the details, then asked, "Chengda, don't you check these Apple phones? Is it because of their closed system, or are there other difficulties?"

"Well, we can actually check, but there are a lot of restrictions. We have to take you inside the station to use specialized machines to search. Generally speaking, we just let it go unless it's absolutely necessary."

Everyone nodded.

We're all on the same side, so we'll accept it if they give us a way out.

Jiang Hai pulled out the iPhone that his sister Yan Chenxi had given him as a reward for getting into police academy, and leaned closer to Chen Shu to ask, "Brother Shu, is the iPhone's security really that good that even we police can't check it? I read some news online that said even the FBI in the US couldn't unlock it and even took the case all the way to their Supreme Court!"

Before Chen Shu could explain, Lao Cheng chimed in, "Here, the cloud data for Apple phones is stored on the servers of a domestic company. We can access it with a simple letter. Local data is a bit more complicated; it requires the owner's cooperation to unlock the phone."

"Then we still can't find out," Jiang Hai muttered.

Old Cheng smiled slightly and did not refute: "Young man, let's look at it from the other side. From the perspective of evidence collection, the data from an Apple phone is actually the most complete and has the highest degree of structure. Unlike Android phones, when collecting evidence, there are often missing parts, which can cause a lot of trouble."

As he spoke, Lao Cheng pointed to the iPhone in Jiang Hai's hand and further explained, "By the way, here, if a police officer wants to use an iPhone, he has to report it to his unit. Generally, it's not recommended to use it."

Hearing this, Jiang Hai stuck out his tongue and exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, that's strict! They even control cell phones!"

Most of the people, who had little experience with this type of incident, only vaguely understood what he meant, and were impressed by the extensive knowledge of the captain of the patrol and special police unit.

I feel that the police here are much better and more knowledgeable than the special police in coastal areas who only patrol.

The devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous path will be ten feet tall; the devil may be ten feet tall, but the righteous path will be ten feet tall!

As it should be.

The opposing forces they faced must have been far more powerful than ordinary criminals. "Are the ancient gods really that terrifying?" Chen Shu wondered, standing attentively to the side.

At the checkpoint, the first two people being checked were Chinese, while the third person being checked was a man in his twenties wearing ancient divine-style clothing, who looked quite fierce.

"Police! Inspection!"

Chen Shu wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he suddenly felt that the police officer conducting the inspection had lost his previous casualness and indifference, and his whole demeanor had become tense, even his speech had taken on a serious tone.

During the two previous inspections, neither party uttered a single word.

"Okay, officer." The ancient god being examined looked obedient and spoke standard Mandarin with no accent.

And without showing any dissatisfaction, he quickly took out his ID card and handed it over, then proactively placed the white bag he was carrying on the table and opened the bag.

The police gestured for the ancient gods to examine the white bag themselves, and then poured the contents onto the table for a thorough inspection.

Then the police took out a metal detector and began scanning the ancient god's entire body. When they got to the back, they even carefully touched the person's trouser leg. Finally, they asked the person to take off his boots and the boots underneath.

The process took significantly longer than the previous two people.

Chen Shu glanced at his watch a few times. The entire inspection of the ancient gods took seven or eight minutes, far exceeding the inspection time for the two Hua people before him. Jiang Hai couldn't help but sigh softly, "What era is this? Why are they still checking so strictly? Isn't doing this on the street a bit excessive? Although I know the ancient gods are a very dangerous race."

The old man's previously amiable smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression: "Things have become much more relaxed. A few years ago, we had to take off our socks for inspection, and even loosen our belts. Xiao Hai, remember this: if we let our guard down even once, we might regret it for the rest of our lives. The danger posed by the ancient gods is no joke!"

Jiang Hai was startled and stuck out his tongue.

Chen Shu approached Lin Dakai quietly and whispered, "Teacher Lin, the people being examined are all lined up in one queue, and everyone can see them. Is it appropriate that the examination times and methods used by these two races are so different? Isn't this kind of differential treatment too deliberate? Although we all understand the danger posed by the ancient gods..."

Lin Dakai squinted and remained silent.

After the checkpoint finished inspecting the ancient god-like man, the police officer kept his eyes on him and gestured for him to leave.

The man quickly put on his boots and overshoes, and while putting the spilled items back into the white bag, he said cheerfully, "Thank you, officers, you've worked hard."

Before leaving, he left a bottle of drink on the table, saying it was for the police to quench their thirst.

As he passed Lin Dakai, Chen Shu, and others, he smiled and nodded in greeting.

The ancient god hadn't gone far when the police pulled the tab on the bottle of beverage he had left on the table, poured the liquid onto the road, and threw the empty bottle into the trash can under the table.

Sensing the confusion of the crowd, Lao Cheng explained, "Years ago, some ancient gods knew that we police officers liked to drink a certain brand of beverage, so they secretly injected poison into it through a syringe and then sent it over, saying it was to comfort the police. Well, they succeeded a few times."

Towards the end, Lao Cheng's words became somewhat bitter, and everyone knew what he meant by "successfully a few times".

The seemingly rigid words and actions of the police at the checkpoint are all lessons learned from past bloodshed.

Watching the local police, especially the two who were originally from the ancient god race, who were completely focused and vigilant from beginning to end, Chen Shu felt an indescribable sense of unease.

He glanced back at the ancient god-like man who had just finished his inspection and was staggering away, thinking that perhaps he was genuinely grateful to the police for their constant protection and dedication.

Maybe, maybe not.

Chen Shu didn't know, but he understood that as long as the ancient gods' base organization continued to exist, it would truly sever the feelings and relationships between the police and the masses.

Unlike in mainland China, where the word "People's" is always preceding "Police," and the two are complementary, this system is different.

Hopefully, this estrangement is only temporary.

The fourth man to be examined had a head of fluffy waves, dark eyes, a long, unshaven beard, and two bright red patches on his face from the high altitude. He was pushing a huge black suitcase and looked like an ancient god who had come to visit.

The police officer conducting the inspection loosened his shoulders and twisted his wrists, performing a quick and easy warm-up. Then he patted the wavy-haired man all over, rummaged through his suitcase twice, and naturally didn't forget his shoes and socks.

After checking everything, they realized the man hadn't handed over his ID card, and shouted, "Why didn't you show me your ID card!"

The man hesitated for a moment, then took it out, muttering, "You didn't say anything."

The police officer took a look and smiled: "Place of origin: coastal city; ethnicity: Chinese."

The policeman waved his hand, still a little complaining: "Why didn't you hand over your ID earlier? And why the big waves in your hair? Does it look good? What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go! You're wasting my time!"

Clearly, the police officer mistook this Chinese man with wavy hair and a scraggly beard for a member of an ancient divine race.

Big Wave was stunned. Pushing his suitcase, he felt that walking was wrong, and standing still was also wrong. Later, after being signaled by a mature-looking leader, he reluctantly prepared to leave, looking back every step of the way.

"What's going on?" the woman with the big wavy hair kept muttering.

The experienced officer patted the frightened man on the shoulder and said helplessly, "Sigh, the sins committed by some beasts have been borne by you. Let's try to understand each other. We police don't want to make things difficult for you, but we're really worried about what might happen. Go on your way."

Seeing that there were no more people being checked at the checkpoint, Lao Cheng led everyone to the police station not far away.

The group entered the police station on the first floor, where they saw four police officers standing inside, all wearing uniforms with the word "Patrol" on them. They were strong and muscular, and their personal firearms were Type 95 and Type 92 rifles.

Nearby, in an easily accessible location, hung some tear gas grenades, stun grenades, riot shields, steel forks, etc., clearly indicating they were combat-ready.

Lin Dakai knew the hardships and dangers faced by these grassroots police officers, and he pointed to the equipment while expressing his feelings.

“We have all the things you openly display. The problem is, you actually use them, from morning till night, never letting them out of your sight. We, on the other hand, just fill them with oil and store them in a warehouse, and most of our police officers probably never even touch them in their entire lives.”

After hearing this, Lao Cheng smiled with a hint of bitterness.

why?
The ancient gods are too dangerous.

(End of this chapter)