Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 708, Section 714: Extra Chapter: Zhu Yiba's Past (Part 10)

In the military, the atmosphere varies depending on the commanding officer.

Some officers are easygoing and down-to-earth, prioritizing efficiency. After all, border posts are located in remote areas with harsh environments, and there are many daily targets and tasks to complete. Therefore, officers tend to turn a blind eye to minor details and don't impose too many restrictions on everyone.

Some superiors like to set rules and make a show of things, always going against the wishes of their superiors.

Ultimately, however, the soldiers didn't care too much about these things; they just did whatever their superiors told them to do.

However, there is one unspoken rule that applies to everyone: if you want people to respect you, you have to have real skills.

Zhu Yiba stumbled upon a stroke of luck. Although he had taken a few detours beforehand, after the chief of staff unexpectedly exposed the special operations team, he decided to go all out and hold nothing back in the subsequent training.

Also benefiting from the Special Operations Platoon's invincible reputation, unfathomable mystery, and first-place competition results, Zhu Yiba, backed by these credentials, has firmly established himself.

After the station manager, no one questioned him anymore.

"Zhu Yiba." Stationmaster Wang Hai looked at Zhu Yiba and called out his name.

"Here!" Zhu Yiba stepped forward abruptly, snapped to attention, saluted, and stood ramrod straight, his eyes fixed ahead.

"We received information from an informant that someone is conducting a large-scale drug transaction at location X. Hmm, it's the same group of people you let go last time. The Chief of Staff has specially ordered that we investigate this case again. After discussing it with Deputy Zhang, we've decided that you will lead the team to carry out the mission."

After a pause, Wang Hai, who was giving serious instructions, suddenly grinned and said, "It'll be around midnight tonight. It's so dark, the sniper rifle shouldn't be able to hit us."

The meaning of this statement is clear: last time, Zhu Yiba abandoned the arrest mission for safety reasons because there was a sniper hiding in the opposite mountain. This time, it's nighttime, and even rocket launchers can't hit accurately, so there's no excuse, and no excuses are allowed.

"I guarantee the mission will be completed!" A glint of light flashed in Zhu Yiba's eyes as he succinctly stated his position.

After the meeting, in order to avoid a repeat of the previous situation, Zhu Yiba had a heart-to-heart talk with the squad leader before the team set off, trying to start with ideological work and give him a heads-up.

The two grown men fell silent for a while, smoking cigarettes. Then the squad leader started complaining, saying that after so many years on the frontier, life was just repeating itself. Although they had destroyed a lot of drugs and guns, nothing seemed to have changed. Every day and every month, just as many drugs and guns were still appearing. It felt like nothing had been of any use.

In this regard, Zhu Yiba, who used to be in the special operations platoon and always went out of the mountains to carry out missions, was very experienced. He replied that the people on the other side of the mountain were very poor and had no source of income. Apart from growing these kinds of contraband to make a living, they had no other means of survival.

Then Zhu Yiba, with a natural expression and a smile, recounted his missions with the special operations platoon leader. These were scenes of bullets flying overhead and explosives deafeningly deafening, but in his words, they were as commonplace as eating and drinking.

It's said that every time they raid a drug den, several new ones will pop up in the area within a few weeks. Despite their years of tireless investigation and crackdowns, drugs and firearms remain rampant, making it seem like all their work has been in vain.

At that time, Zhu Yiba was just as bewildered as the current class monitor.

However, the special operations platoon leader at the time explained it this way: it was precisely because of their presence in guarding and deterring the border that those people would restrain themselves from recklessly sending things to China.

The squad leader could tell from the hardship and danger of each mission the special operations platoon had undertaken. He slowly sat up straight and listened attentively. This was the respect a veteran had for a soldier who had actually been on the battlefield.

In conclusion, Zhu Yiba made a comment.

"It's no exaggeration to say that if we destroy even a small packet of drugs or a single firearm, we can save one life in China. That person could be my father, my mother, or even the person you love."

The class monitor remained silent.

Late at night, along both sides of the path.

Zhu Yiba once again led his team to ambush on both sides of the border.

This time, he first comforted the squad leader, saying that it was late at night, and even if the other side had a sniper, they wouldn't be able to hit him accurately. He would then charge in and take down both sides of the transaction, and then drive away in the vehicle. The squad leader nodded and said sincerely, "Okay, I'll do as the platoon leader says."

Zhu Yiba patted the man, who was over thirty, on the shoulder, signaling him to go to the originally planned position to stand guard, and then turned around to look down.

A few seconds later, Zhu Yiba realized that the class monitor had not left. He turned around and saw that the other person was still standing there, staring at him without saying a word.

Zhu Yiba smiled and said, "What, is there something else?"

The squad leader nodded and asked, "Platoon leader, did you kill anyone when you were in the special operations platoon?"

That's obvious, and you shouldn't be asking that question at this time.

When carrying out a mission, all personal doubts should be left for later.

In the special operations platoon, the squad leader's blunt question would be considered a mistake, a serious one. The punishment is too lenient; he might have to leave the platoon the very next day.

Zhu Yiba turned around, and just as he was about to yell back at the person, as was his habit in the special operations platoon, he suddenly remembered the scene a few days ago when Station Chief Wang Hai had chatted with him.

The squad leader, Little Fatty, and Yellow Hair are not special agents who risk their lives every day and have been through countless battles.

They were just ordinary border guards, waiting to go home after their service was over.

Zhu Yiba suppressed his emotions, took out several folded A4 sheets of paper from his shirt pocket, and pulled out one of them containing the identity information of the target of this operation.

"Xu Yinyun, 42 years old, from Yunnan Province, is a drug trafficker, known as the largest drug middleman in Yunnan Province in recent years, and has extremely close ties with traffickers in areas such as G outside the mountains."

"Xu Xiaohu, 21 years old, from Yunnan Province, is Xu Yinyun's henchman. He has a lot of blood on his hands, and many murder cases in Guimu, Mingchang and other places are related to him."

"Zheng Fanghe,."

The squad leader raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Platoon leader, I was listening to the combat meeting. They're all scum."

Zhu Yiba stopped talking, unfolded the paper, and carefully read it from beginning to end. As he read, he said, "Squad leader, you may not know, but you are actually very lucky. You are all on a mission, but in addition to knowing that the targets are scum, you also know their names and what crimes they are being arrested for."

After pausing, Zhu Yiba carefully folded the paper and put it back in his jacket pocket, patting the pocket against his chest. He smiled sincerely: "When I was in the Special Operations Platoon, I didn't know names, experiences, or crimes. In the briefings, the targets only had a cold, emotionless code name. 123, 456, 789? A? B? C? D?"
"So, after completing the mission, we could only console ourselves that the other party must be an utterly wicked person. Drug traffickers, gun smugglers, security disruptors, etc. In reality, what we saw through our scopes was more the heartfelt respect of the local villagers for their target, and the joy of their families towards him."

As he spoke, a stiff smile unconsciously appeared on Zhu Yiba's lips.

The squad leader was stunned. For a moment, he felt that his so-called pressure and troubles were nothing compared to his young platoon leader status.

If I had to describe it in flowery language, it would be like whining without cause.

"Platoon leader." Standing in front of the platoon leader, who was much younger than himself, the squad leader suddenly felt flustered and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Zhu Yiba immediately composed himself and said seriously, "Squad leader, we are first and foremost soldiers. Loyalty to our country and carrying out orders from our superiors are our duty."

"Platoon leader, I'm off!" The squad leader lowered his head, turned around, and ran towards his designated position.

Watching the class monitor's departing figure, Zhu Yiba sighed inwardly.

(End of this chapter)