Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 710, Chapter 716. Extra Chapter: Zhu Yiba's Past (Part 12)
The surrounding area is dense forest, and the road is not very wide, just wide enough for one car to pass.

The two vehicles sped along the bumpy road, kicking up clouds of dust.

The pickup truck ahead suddenly swerved and crashed into a thicket of bushes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhu Yiba, who was following behind, turned the steering wheel and quickly followed.

Immediately, a large swarm of branches and leaves lashed against the car window, 'cracking' and obscuring most of the view. At this moment, Zhu Yiba no longer cared about the terrible driving conditions along the way; his eyes were fixed on the red taillights behind the pickup truck.

A few minutes later, with a muffled thud, the car jolted violently, and anyone sitting inside, if not for their seatbelts, would have hit their heads on the roof.

With a whoosh, the SUV sped out of the grove of trees, revealing a fairly large clearing ahead, with a long cordon made of barbed wire running along the center of the clearing.

"That guy isn't going to crash into that barbed wire, is he?" The chubby guy in the back seat had sharp eyes. He tilted his head and peered through the gap between the two front seats at the old pickup truck in front, who was already panting a bit, and teased him with a smile.

The barbed wire fence is about four or five meters high. It was specially installed in recent years to prevent Chinese people from illegally crossing the border into Myanmar. Every hundred meters or so, there is an infrared detector and a matching high-definition camera.

It's called barbed wire, but that's just a way of saying it from years ago. In short, it's what people are used to saying, but in reality, the barbed wire of today has been updated to the Nth generation.

Below is a high-strength steel reinforced concrete barrier, with backfill soil on both sides, at least 5 meters wide. Even from a distance, you can tell how hard this thing is; even a light tank would have to think twice before coming at it.

The metal rods that make up the wall are also extremely long; it's impossible to try to tunnel through them to at least three meters underground. They are wrapped with barbed wire coils, and steel pipes are installed inside the coils.

In addition to these hardware facilities, the police also connected a 36V voltage to it. Even if a person gets lost, they won't bump into it; it would be pure suicide.

"Heh, I thought he was all that capable. Now let's see where he runs." The blond-haired man said casually, but he was still nervous as he pulled back the bolt of his gun, put his finger on the trigger, and prepared to get out of the car and catch the man.

"Hehe, this silly kid has no idea how strong our wall is." The squad leader squinted and said with a relaxed expression.

Everyone naturally assumed that the car had to stop.

"Something's not right!" Seeing that the pickup truck ahead showed no sign of slowing down, Zhu Yiba thought that the other party might be planning to force their way through. "This person has been driving quite skillfully all the way, without any panic, so there must be something fishy about this place. Maybe a tunnel has been dug."

"How is that possible! There are thermal imaging and high-definition cameras on both sides! How could they have dug a hole!" The squad leader sat up straight, surprised.

“Since they chose this place to escape, I think they must be confident they can get through.” Zhu Yiba squinted, like a predator enjoying the hunt, without any panic.

As expected, the pickup truck did not slow down after climbing onto the flat ground; it simply turned slightly and headed straight for a dark border fence.

"There's five meters of concrete underneath! You just rushed through? You think you can just sit in a big metal truck and drive right through? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The squad leader, who patrolled the border line year-round, naturally knew the situation of the isolation line, and he found it hard to believe.

These people are engaged in illegal business that risks their lives. Since they dared to drive here, they must have a backup plan to escape.

Everyone else thinks it's a case of hitting a wall, but is that really the case?

Maybe they're drilling a hole.

But if you can squeeze through, why can't I?

Zhu Yiba snorted coldly, stepped on the gas, and the SUV sped up, charging towards the rear of the pickup truck in front of it once again.

"Platoon leader!" the squad leader exclaimed as the car accelerated. Zhu Yiba gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring wide-eyed ahead, and said in a deep voice, "Get your combat gear ready."

"Combat preparation? Isn't it anti-collision preparation?" Even at this point, Little Fatty couldn't resist teasing, pretending to be in the anti-collision posture he had learned on the plane, resting his big head on the back of the seat in front of him with both hands.

The blond-haired boy followed suit and seemed less nervous.

A few seconds later, with a loud bang, the pickup truck in front broke through the median barrier first, while the SUV following behind was not seriously injured and sped out through the hole made by the pickup truck.

"Damn it, they're all rats! When did they dig such a big hole?" The squad leader turned around and looked at the cordon he had already crossed, cursing under his breath.

Zhu Yiba's expression was somewhat excited, unaware that the balance of power had already quietly shifted.

Unlike in his earlier years, Zhu Yiba was now carrying out a national mission, and he was accompanied by a special operations team dedicated to handling special tasks. They carried out their missions in a planned, purposeful, and well-supported manner.

Instead of what he has now, Zhu Yiba is accompanied by only three ordinary border guards who are filled with fear and anxiety about the outside world.

Zhu Yiba was extremely excited and stepped on the gas pedal again.

However, things were not as simple as he had initially thought.

After driving only a few miles, a small village appeared by the roadside. The village was small, with only a few dozen households scattered haphazardly on a small flat area by the river. They were all stilted houses, with people living upstairs and chickens raised downstairs.

Drug traffickers are not the villains portrayed in TV dramas who offend everyone. On the contrary, they enjoy high prestige and are well-loved by the villagers in the local rural areas.

The reason is simple: drug traffickers can pay them.

Therefore, as long as the other side can break into the village, Zhu Yiba's operation will fail. No matter how bold he is, he cannot openly arrest a criminal suspect in a village in another country.

Fortunately, just as it was about to rush into the village, the pickup truck suddenly let out a mournful screech. Its reckless driving had brought this old car to its breaking point, rendering it unusable.

A tall, thin man jumped out of the car and ran recklessly towards the village.

Without hesitation, Zhu Yiba stepped on the gas, and the SUV roared toward the man.

"Platoon leader, platoon leader, something bad is going to happen!" Seeing the loud noise and the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking from the village, the squad leader felt a surge of fear as he feared he was illegally crossing the border. He leaned forward, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and pleaded, "Platoon leader! We can't go any further! We really can't go any further!"

Squeak!

The SUV braked suddenly and came to a stop at the scene.

Zhu Yiba gritted his teeth and slammed on the brakes. Under the headlights, he watched as the man's figure was about to disappear into the village. He hesitated, wondering whether to run him over or stick his body out and snipe him.

"Platoon leader, it's really time to go!" The squad leader gripped Zhu Yiba's upper arm with both hands, his knuckles turning slightly white. His inner excitement was far stronger than he showed.

Zhu Yiba hesitated.

(End of this chapter)