Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 651 Internet Addict
Standing at the entrance of the alley, they wandered around all day, but as night fell, they still hadn't found a place to stay, or even a hot meal.

Aikber was at a loss.

He learned a lot at the training base—shooting, making gunpowder, and everything related to killing—but he just couldn't learn how to survive in the city. He thought he could stay by eating and drinking as long as he had enough cash, but some small shops refused to accept cash.

After a while, he himself became a little confused. Was it because of this that they didn't accept cash, or was it that people on the coast really didn't accept cash at all?

Abudu remained silent, squatting with Aikber at the entrance of an internet cafe, watching the men and women coming in and out.

Soon, a young man wearing a dirty, greasy, shiny black jacket strolled out of the internet cafe. He stretched lazily on the steps, his body leaning slightly forward as he walked, his steps slow and unsteady, clearly indicating that he had been staying up for several nights.

Abudu threw away his cigarette, caught up with the man, and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, my dear friend, how are you?"

The man in the black jacket turned around, tilting his head and looking at the man who had appeared out of nowhere with suspicion and in a very impolite manner. Oh, and he was a member of the Wei clan.

Abudu shrugged and continued with a smile, "Hey, my friend, I need your help."

Upon hearing this, the man in the black jacket turned around decisively, showing absolutely no interest whatsoever, and dragged his heavy steps toward his rented room. He'd been up for two days and two nights straight and needed to get some sleep; he had no time to waste here.

Need help? Can you help Jac?
He couldn't be bothered to say a single word.

Abudu grew anxious, stepped forward, grabbed the other person, and pulled out a few green bills from his pocket, stuffing them into his hand: "My friend, these are US dollars, here you go. Just do us a small favor, a trivial one."

The man in the black jacket looked down at the so-called US dollar bill. He had to admit that he was initially tempted, but after looking closely and seeing that the denomination was a large "1", he immediately lost all interest.

Who knows, they might even be trying to scam him with counterfeit money!

To be honest, telecom fraud is more professional.

For example, when he was engrossed in playing a game in the afternoon, someone called and coldly said, "I'm a police officer, you've been arrested," or "I'm officially informing you that you're wanted."

That arrogant tone and the barbaric attitude of "I'm just kidding" immediately chilled the black-jacketed man's heart. He was convinced that the person on the other end of the phone was a real policeman, and that the dirty deeds he had committed in his youth had finally come to light.

He lost interest in the intense League of Legends ranked matches he was in, and he didn't care about the point deductions or bans anymore. He just felt his life suddenly become bleak, and his mind was filled with the fear and anxiety of going to jail.

If it weren't for the fact that the network administrator who was on patrol later became friends with him, and when he saw him sweating profusely, huddled on the sofa with snot and tears streaming down his face, acting like a cowardly police officer, the administrator would have just slapped him awake.

Otherwise, they would definitely be swindled out of even their underwear!
Thinking of this, the previously listless man in the black jacket straightened his slender back and turned his head to spit a mouthful of saliva hard on the ground.

"Fuck you, trying to fool me? Go back to Myanmar and practice some more!"

Upon hearing this, Aikber, who was following behind, glared fiercely and was so enraged that he immediately wanted to fight the man in the black jacket to the death.

The man in the black jacket, who had just been brimming with confidence, immediately lost his composure upon seeing the ruthless man arrive. However, when he saw the man who had greeted him earlier desperately blocking the ruthless guy behind him who looked like he was about to chop someone up, he assumed that the two of them were putting on a show, and his courage returned a little.

He straightened his neck slightly and said in a very low voice, almost sarcastically, "Heh, so two people are putting on an act to scam me? The one who can fool me isn't even born yet!"

Seeing the veins bulging on the man's forehead, the man in the black jacket threw down a few harsh words and ran away without looking back.

“Aikber!” Abudu’s voice wasn’t loud, but his expression was resolute. Seeing that the man in the black jacket had run far away, he pushed Aikber away and said in a calm tone, “Calm down, you won’t solve the problem like this.”

Aikber's emotions gradually calmed down, and his tone softened.

Through the transparent glass, Abudu slowly surveyed the scene inside the internet cafe, pondering his next plan.

Soon after, the two entered this internet cafe, which was located in a remote area and had simple decorations.

The internet cafe manager, sitting behind the front desk, stared at the computer screen in front of him, which was filled with the sound of gunfire, and mechanically said "Welcome," without intending to pay any attention to the two men.

Abudu walked into the hall, where the dim lights illuminated rows of computers below, their reflections casting shadows on the faces of the people opposite him, faces that were both dejected and excited.

Their hair was disheveled, their faces were pale, as if they hadn't seen the sun in a long time, and they occasionally let out a few sounds of classical Chinese opera or the slamming of keyboards and mice.

Their necks were bent, their upper bodies leaned forward, and their bright eyes were wide open, as if their souls had been swallowed up by the virtual world in front of them.

"Administrator, the mouse is broken!"

"Admin, there's no toilet paper left! Not a single drop!"

"Network administrator, when it's time for the timed subcontracting, make sure the network stays running all night!"

"Hey internet cafe manager, bring me a pack of 'He Tianxia' instant noodles, and add some ham!"

Such a scene made Aikber, who had never been addicted to computers, feel suffocated, but in an instant, he felt a little happy.
Abudu walked to a corner of the hall and stared at a young man.

The man was moving two chairs around, putting them together and arranging them against the wall.

As soon as the chair was placed in its position, the young man, supporting his back, stood up and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, looking extremely tired.

He glanced suspiciously at Abudu standing to the side, but didn't say anything. After all, internet cafes are places where all sorts of strange people can be found, so it's normal to run into some oddballs.

The young man placed a backpack on the chair, then patted the chair and backpack to indicate that he had reserved the spot. He then went to the front desk to ask the internet cafe manager for two blankets.

One piece covers the feet, the other covers the body.

As he lay down, the young man glanced at Abudu, who was standing motionless beside him, staring at him. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Dude, I've reserved this spot. Why don't you find another place? Here, I'll give you a blanket, okay?"

When he heard the other person finally take the initiative to speak, Abudu smiled.

(PS: No matter how much parents scold, they can't ban online games. Without online games, where would teenagers and young adults in their twenties, who are in the prime of their lives, focus their attention?)
Most people focus their attention on studying and working, but the diversity of human personality means that when there is nowhere to release their energy, many people will always do some bad things that disrupt order.

For example, those young people who like to smash, loot, and disrupt social order can now be given a mobile phone and a computer, and with just a small amount of internet access, they can stay put in one place. This is the greatest benefit to society.

Actually, this doesn't need to be blown out of proportion. Looking at it from a broader perspective, online games, card games, mahjong, singing, dancing, smoking, and drinking are all forms of entertainment to pass the time; there's no fundamental difference between them.
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