Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 702. Extra Chapter 708: Zhu Yiba's Past (Part 4)

In the afternoon, beside a mountain path.

A group of armed police officers lay in ambush on a small hill beside the path. Dressed in camouflage, they blended into the surrounding environment, almost becoming one with the trees, hidden by the lush foliage.

"Platoon leader, is this the place?" The squad leader put down his binoculars and leaned closer to Zhu Yiba, who was also lying on the side. "Do you think they're planning to unload their goods here and then immediately retreat back overseas? Sigh, that way we won't be able to do anything about them."

Zhu Yiba hummed in response but did not reply. He squinted at the path below and suddenly remembered the amusing story of the class monitor always gazing into the distance at his hometown. He reminded him, "Be careful, don't look too far ahead."

The class monitor shrugged, pursed his lips, and moved back to his seat.

With a few slaps, Zhu Yiba used his right hand to pat his face and his left hand, which was holding the binoculars, in an attempt to drive away the flying insects.

After a moment, with a rustling sound, the blond-haired man crawled over.

"Hey, this is insect repellent. Would you like to spray some?" The blond-haired guy asked nervously, holding a yellowish-brown bottle in one hand in front of Zhu Yiba.

Huang Mao came from a remote mountain village in Yunnan Province and was the only local soldier in the station.

Zhu Yiba withdrew his gaze and turned to criticize, "Yellow Hair, we're comrades-in-arms, you understand? We don't need to play these games. We're on a mission right now, your attention should be focused down here. Just doing your job well is the biggest help you can give me. Understand?"

"I understand," the blond-haired man replied softly, but secretly left the insect repellent bottle behind before crawling backwards.

Zhu Yiba let out a long breath, patted his slightly numb shoulder, and then raised the binoculars.

Squeak, squeak!

Just then, a loud noise suddenly rang out from the side, as if someone was rushing straight towards their ambush location.

Zhu Yiba felt a chill run down his spine, thinking that the enemy had broken through his defenses. But upon closer inspection, something didn't seem right. Even if someone had broken through, the soldiers lying prone on the perimeter should have reacted; they couldn't have remained silent.

It's likely that Zhu Yiba, one of their own, thought this way.

"Phew, platoon leader." A huge, fleshy face came into view; it was the fattest and most agile guy in the class.

Like the two before him, Little Fatty also crawled over, but the sound was like a tank had run him over. When he arrived at the bottom, he at least gave a heads-up, and then he started panting heavily, looking like he was about to die.

Even Zhu Yiba, who originally intended to offer some criticism, couldn't help but laugh.

With a long sigh, Little Fatty finally recovered. "Platoon leader, I heard from the squad leader that you used to go on duty outside the mountains a lot when you were in the special operations platoon?"

Zhu Yiba nodded and glanced down the mountain a few times.

The chubby boy, ever the friendly type, continued, "No wonder you're so amazing."

"Now is not the time for flattery. If you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, get back to your posts."

"Sure thing, platoon leader, I have a question for you. A few times I've seen you guys carrying guns from afar, but your camouflage uniforms had no markings, and you were rushing off, just like in the movies. Were you going on a secret mission outside the mountains?"

In this context, "mountain" refers to the border; "outside the mountains" means beyond the border.

"Instead of wasting time chatting, why aren't you going back to your posts and lying down properly? Get your ass to the corner for early warning and reconnaissance!"

Zhu Yiba kicked the fat guy next to him, sending him rolling back. He thought to himself, why didn't he help the squad leader teach this guy a lesson back then? He's making such a fuss right before the mission, he has no sense of propriety at all.

However, Little Fatty did make one right point: their special operations platoon does go out of the mountains to carry out missions, and they do so much more often than the direct subordinate anti-counterfeiting units under Old Six.

Then Zhu Yiba remembered a sniper in their squadron who carried a huge sniper rifle alone every day, eating and training in ghillie suits for different environments. Logically, a sniper should have a spotter to assist him, but this ghillie suit had been used for years, and he had been working alone in the camp, basically never seeing or speaking to anyone else. Even when going on missions, he mostly took a helicopter alone, a true lone wolf.

It's even more exaggerated than what's shown in movies and TV dramas.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yiba couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth.

Boom boom boom.

The faint sound of car engines could be heard in the distance.

Zhu Yiba looked up and smiled. He hadn't expected the other party to drive over to make the transaction. This thing was quite conspicuous on the road, and on this bumpy mountain road, the car couldn't go very fast.

In a surprise attack, a warrior who can run fast through the jungle can definitely leave the enemy behind; the only thing to be careful about is whether to spare their life or not.

About ten minutes later, a black pickup truck with a bed drove up from the direction outside the mountain. The license plate was a string of ghost characters that no one could understand, so it must have been a license plate from outside the mountain.

The car eventually stopped about a hundred meters away from Zhu Yiba's ambush point.

Zhu Yiba turned his head to look towards the direction of the mountains. It was quiet, with no sign of anyone picking up the goods. He glanced around a few times, then pulled over the squad leader, who had also noticed the situation and come over.

Pointing to a large, crooked tree ahead, he ordered, "Let's ambush them there."

The squad leader responded with a "Yes," and turned around to lie back down.

After they moved aside, Zhu Yiba's ear twitched, and he turned his head to look in the other direction.

Meanwhile, the sound of approaching cars could be heard coming from the mountainside; they must be there to collect the goods.

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Zhu Yiba couldn't help but reach for the Type 92 pistol on the side of his thigh.

The car that followed slowly approached and then stopped face-to-face in front of the black pickup truck outside the mountain, leaving a space of about twenty meters between them.

A few bangs.

The driver's side doors of both cars opened, and two men carrying travel bags got out.

It's different from the scenes in TV shows and movies where two powerful figures, each with dozens of henchmen, imposingly commandeer the scene and send out professionals to inspect the goods and count the money.

In this transaction, apart from the two drivers, there was no other person present at the scene, not even one.

The two men walked to the area between the two cars, placed their travel bags at their feet, put their hands together, bowed slightly, and lowered their heads as a greeting.

They quickly gathered together, each opening their travel bags and skillfully tilting the openings towards each other so that both could see what was inside.

Then, the man from the mountain reached into the back of the other person's travel bag and pulled out a small, brick-shaped bag wrapped in kraft paper. He tore open a corner and pulled out a white powdery substance wrapped in a transparent plastic bag.

Upon opening the plastic bag, the person on the other side of the mountain put their fingers and middle fingers together inside the bag, scooped up some powder, and then smeared it on their protruding tongue. They closed their eyes, savored it carefully, and then nodded in satisfaction at the other person.

The man on the other side of the mountain adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, revealing a knowing smile. He then reached for the travel bag at the other person's feet, unzipped it, and a large wad of US dollars filled the bag to the brim. Stacks of banknotes were simply rolled up with rubber bands and stuffed inside.

I picked out a small piece at random, removed the rubber band, checked a few pieces, threw it back, zipped it up again, and carried the swapped travel bag in my hand.

Once the matter was settled, the two shook hands and started chatting.

(End of this chapter)