Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 707. 713. Extra Chapter: Zhu Yiba's Past (Part 9)

The next day, evening.

It was Little Fatty's turn to stand guard at the gate, while Yellow Hair sat in the guard booth to rest.

A slender figure turned the corner and slowly walked towards their border post.

Because he could tell from a distance that it was a woman, Xiao Pang wasn't too wary, even though it was past midnight.

When the woman got closer, it was discovered that she was carrying a small fruit knife.

Little Fatty took a closer look and saw that the other person was about ten years old, very beautiful, but had a strange smile on her face. Then she slowly walked towards Little Fatty step by step with a fruit knife in her hand.

"What is it!" Little Fatty shouted, feeling somewhat puzzled. Why would a little girl be coming towards them with a knife? It seemed a bit strange.

His first thought was that the girl might be mentally ill.

The girl didn't react at all. Her pace didn't slow down or speed up because of the armed police officer's warning. She continued to walk over slowly and methodically at her own pace.

At this moment, Huang Mao, who was sitting in the guard post, also noticed the abnormality. He walked out of the guard post and stood next to Xiao Pang, subconsciously handing over the magazine full of live ammunition.

The chubby boy carrying the rifle didn't take the magazine; he didn't think that a skinny girl, even with a fruit knife, could possibly cause them much harm.

"Stop right there!" Little Fatty warned for the second time. His voice carried far on the quiet night road, but the girl still didn't react at all. As she got closer, her extremely stiff smile could be seen clearly.

Seeing this bizarre scene, the chubby guy, who was encountering a sentry for the first time, began to panic, while the blond guy took out his walkie-talkie to call the rapid response team.

"Stop, or I'll shoot!" Little Fatty fired a warning shot into the air, releasing the safety with a "click-click." In his nervousness, he even forgot to manually eject the spent cartridge after firing the first shot, and he stood frozen on the platform, all alone.

Since the gun was loaded with three blank rounds, Xiao Pang's forgetfulness was more likely a sign of hesitation.

Until the very end, he did not accept the live ammunition clip that the blond-haired man offered him.

The girl was not startled by the sudden gunshot; she still held the knife and approached with a smile.

At this moment, Little Fatty's mind went blank. Apart from stiffly raising the muzzle of the gun, he had no idea what to do.

Dengdengdeng.

Footsteps sounded from the door behind them, and Zhu Yiba led the rapid response team to pounce. Without using a gun, they subdued the girl with a simple grappling move.

Although the action was simple, it's unclear whether Zhu Yiba miscontrolled the force in his hand or mistook the girl for a highly dangerous person, but the girl's right arm was dislocated, and her screams were piercing and sharp.

Then, like a chick being carried, someone led me into the station.

Next, two soldiers from the rapid reaction team came to relieve Xiao Pang and Huang Mao on guard duty, and told them to follow Platoon Leader Zhu Yiba inside to report the situation to the station chief. In the office, the station chief and political instructor listened patiently to Xiao Pang and Huang Mao's account, and stated that the case would be handed over to the brigade's investigation team for further investigation. They said that this matter was over and hoped that everyone would not feel pressured. Then, they told Platoon Leader Zhu Yiba to take the two men back to their dormitory to rest.

On the way back, Zhu Yiba noticed Xiao Pang's nervousness and teased him, "It sounds rather eerie for a young girl to come with a knife late at night."

The blond-haired man walking behind chimed in, "Hey, take a seat. In the dead of night, this little girl is scarier than the bearded man. When I first saw her clearly, I thought I'd encountered a ghost in the middle of the night. I even rubbed my eyes hard a few times."

Little Fatty, still shaken, said, "Yeah, I didn't pay attention at first. You know, kids from the nearby villages often come over to look at the guns, so I didn't think much of it. Now that I think about it, who would be out playing at night? Shh."

After a pause, the chubby boy, whose thoughts had been jumping around quite a bit, stopped and asked doubtfully, "Platoon leader, I feel like such a young kid is more likely to be acting under someone's orders. Maybe someone was hiding in the shadows filming just now. If the chubby boy had fired, that video would have been very useful. They might have been able to stir up a media war!"

Zhu Yiba said, "With our remote little station, where would we get such advanced tactics? At most, it's just a probe. But the girl will hand over the investigation, and this matter will definitely have a result in the end."

Remembering Xiaopang's earlier anticipation for the medal, Zhu Yiba casually said, "Actually, if you had just shut him down, you would definitely have gotten a third-class merit. Now it's a bit uncertain; at most, you'll get an award at the end of the year."

If someone is killed, resulting in a fatality, the punishment is either disciplinary action or a commendation. Especially in cases like this, where someone charges a sentry post with a knife in the middle of the night, particularly near a border station, it's a sensitive matter. Both morally and logically, the leadership would do everything they can to get the soldier commended; otherwise, they would face punishment.

Zhu Yiba, who has won numerous medals in the Special Operations Platoon, is also very experienced in this area, so he has an intuitive understanding of how to handle the aftermath of such incidents.

The chubby boy shrank his neck: "She's still so young, I'd rather not have this third-class merit. Well, even a first-class merit, I wouldn't want it!"

The blond guy next to him also muttered "I dare not" or "I can't do it".

"Have you forgotten about the Vietnam War? Women and children are in danger just as much." Zhu Yiba mocked their cowardice. "According to regulations, as sentries, you have the authority to take decisive action, so..."

Little Fatty scratched his nose and interrupted, unintentionally, "Platoon leader, I think from a personal perspective, this is really a difficult decision to make."

The blond-haired man nodded, but then suddenly realized something and said anxiously, "Regarding seating arrangements, I still think you have a point. Actually, if this person were older or had a bigger knife, we wouldn't be so concerned."

Zhu Yiba first gave a wry smile at Huang Mao's deliberate flattery, then paused in surprise.

For a moment, he suddenly realized how easy and effortless it was for him to "kill" someone. Was it because of his years of experience as a special agent that he was more indifferent to life than others?

For a moment, Zhu Yiba suddenly felt that what Little Fatty and Yellow Hair said was right. After all, this was already within the safe border, no longer a dangerous and chaotic foreign location.

To appease the two, Zhu Yiba tried to mimic the instructor's words, saying, "Well, this should just be a misunderstanding. It's probably just some village kids playing a game. Kids are like that; you could give them ten knives and they wouldn't be a problem."

Upon hearing this, Little Fatty and Yellow Hair immediately relaxed.

After escorting the two back to their dormitory, Zhu Yiba returned to the duty room. Looking out the window at the cage where the girl was being held, and hearing the faint cries of pain, he suddenly regretted that he had been too harsh earlier.

(End of this chapter)