Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 683 The Stuck 92
Chen Shu was a little slower, but Zhu Yiba didn't deliberately stop to wait for him or help him climb. Both of them knew that time was of the essence and they needed to secure a good position on the rooftop before they arrived.

Click.

A hand with its five fingers spread out reached into the night sky from outside the low wall on the top floor, then turned 90 degrees inward and gripped the wall tightly. With a muffled groan, a fully armed SWAT officer cleanly and efficiently climbed the low wall from outside the building.

Next, it was another one.

This man's movements were far less graceful. He was panting heavily, and his police uniform, constantly rubbing against the wall, was now wrinkled and looked quite pathetic. He was lying on the low wall as if he were about to die.

After fiddling with it for a long time, with the help of his companions, he finally managed to hang it on the low wall.

Chen Shu wiped his forehead, thanked him, and looked at the dark rooftop in front of him, saying with relief, "Phew, thank goodness, I made it in time."

Two special police officers jumped down from the low wall, their heavy breathing barely registering. They immediately pulled out their Type 92 pistols from the outside of their thighs, pulled the lever back, cut the safety, and aimed firmly at the iron gate leading downstairs.

I could faintly hear shouts and the thumping of footsteps beneath my feet, interspersed with occasional gunshots.

Turning on the powerful flashlight on his helmet, Chen Shu focused his gaze beyond the iron sights and locked it firmly onto the iron gate leading to the rooftop.

However, what he didn't notice was that Zhu Yiba, who was standing half a body length behind him, was also aiming his gun at the iron gate, but his gaze kept turning to the safety bolt on the gun.

Its safety latch is closed.

"Zhu Yiba, we don't need to fire warning shots later. Just open fire if they dare to charge at us," Chen Shu said seriously.

He paused, then inexplicably curled the corners of his lips into a self-deprecating smile, saying, "I forgot you came from Yunnan Province. You've definitely seen more of these kinds of situations than I have. You might even have to protect me later."

"Chen Da, we all know what you did in NJ. It was so damn awesome, we're all totally impressed!" Zhu Yiba tried to tease, but his eyes never left the still-closed safety latch in his hand.

Chen Shu took a deep breath and suddenly felt incredibly safe having a comrade-in-arms standing next to him who had fought alongside him.

He could feel his tension and unease, but the thought of his comrades standing steadily behind him relieved these negative emotions considerably.

"Chen Da, how about we rush down from upstairs?" Zhu Yiba suggested, because he felt that standing there blankly upstairs was torture, and he hoped to relieve his anxiety through physical action.

Zhu Yiba wasn't afraid of these few; he had killed plenty of soldiers, drug dealers, and bandits. He just had a slight doubt: when the time came, would he still be able to fire the shot as accurately as before?

It's just firing a gun, what's the big deal?
Zhu Yiba repeatedly tried to encourage himself, but what came to mind was the scene of his comrades sacrificing themselves because of him, and the helpless expression on his father's face when he advised him to settle down and do clerical work at the Ninth Bureau.

If you can't fire a gun, you're a laughing stock wherever you go.

Zhu Yiba's hands slowly began to tremble.

Bang.

The bricks beneath my feet trembled slightly, followed by a burst of frequent gunfire.

For some reason, Chen Shu had a vague sense of foreboding.

"Did you hear that? There's gunfire and explosions down below. If we charge at each other from above and below, we could easily get hit by friendly fire." Chen Shu stared at the iron gate and said slowly, "We must trust our comrades."

Is it Xu Mingliang?

Can a retired bomb disposal expert really be trusted?
Zhu Yiba's thoughts were racing. He didn't know why, at this crucial moment, his mind was wandering.

Boom, boom, boom.

A flurry of footsteps came from inside the iron gate, downstairs. Then the iron gate was flung open with a bang, and two men dressed like ethnic minorities stepped out first, followed by several others who were vaguely visible behind them.

Perhaps because their eyes were dazzled by the sudden flashlight beam from outside, they paused for a few seconds.

"Police! Don't move!" Chen Shu shouted.

The two men inside the iron gate reacted, shouting "Waaah waaah" as they rushed towards Chen Shu and Zhu Yiba, waving their arms wildly.

"Don't move!" Chen Shu shouted again.

The two men did not stop; in fact, they increased their speed, shouting and waving their arms, as if they had been blinded by anger.

boom! boom! boom!
Without a second thought, Chen Shu shot and killed the man charging at the front with three shots. Then he slightly moved his pistol and pointed it directly at another man who was also charging straight at him and had not stopped even though his companion had fallen to the ground.

click!
It's stuck!

"Damn it! It's stuck again!"

Chen Shu couldn't help but curse angrily, his eyes fixed on the man who was about to rush over, and shouted, "Zhu Yiba! Shoot!"

As the man was about to rush forward, the gleaming blade of his knife reflected light clearly, and his screams during the charge made his ferocious appearance terrifying.

But no gunshots rang out around Chen Shu.

Also stuck?
That's too late!

Chen Shu shoved his pistol into the tactical vest in front of his chest, shouted to bolster his courage, and then lunged forward, colliding violently with the man charging towards them.

"what!"

"ah!"

Knives and fists clashed, but the scene lacked the cool, dazzling special effects of a movie; it was simply a series of impacts. However, the subsequent dull thud was extremely heavy, a sound that could only be produced by two people fighting for their lives, without any consideration for slowing down.

Both of them knew that this was a battle to the death.

Failure means death.

At this moment, Zhu Yiba finally came to his senses. He anxiously watched the two dark figures wrestling in the distance while remaining wary of the other two men standing inside the iron gate who were also eager to make a move.

Even so, the safety of the Type 92 pistol in his hand remained closed.

The situation is extremely serious!
(PS: It's a common assumption that special police officers are definitely trained and can easily outperform ordinary people in real combat. This view is only roughly correct, but the "unbeatable" aspect is not as easy to convey as it sounds.)

The special police did receive training in this area, but not much, in fact, very little. Their daily training focused more on long-distance running and strength training, with little emphasis on shooting.

They were all colleagues who drank together after get off work, and they were afraid of hurting each other's feelings if they fought too hard. So even when the brigade sent people to supervise the quarterly sparring assessments, everyone would just throw a few wild punches and then stop.

As for hand-to-hand combat, it's mostly just a few warm-up rounds of stationary boxing before a long-distance run; even more practiced than in search and arrest tactics. Clearly, this area isn't emphasized, because everyone assumes that situations requiring police to engage in one-on-one combat with criminal suspects will never arise.

When police make arrests, they always determine the number of officers involved beforehand, usually outnumbering the enemy. Batons, pepper spray, and riot control forks—aren't these all better than fighting someone bare-handed?
Unless one has received extremely professional training, such as a boxer or Sanda fighter who makes a living through combat sports, or a retired special forces soldier, ordinary fights are simply a matter of who is heavier, stronger, and more ruthless.

Thus, even special police officers are only slightly better physically than ordinary people due to years of training; they cannot be compared to the fighting special effects in TV shows and movies where they can defeat everyone with a single move.

However, having experienced life-or-death battles in NJ, Chen Shu, in addition to his traditional physical advantages, is now also a top-tier fighter, not inferior to those others in the slightest.
(End of this chapter)