Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 827 Team
Yunnan Province, Kunming.

At midnight, Chen Shu, who had just finished working overtime in a temporary office borrowed from the local police station, drove Chen Chuan's newly bought Horch sedan back to the hotel.

Kunming's nights are anything but nights; they're bustling and vibrant. Even at this hour, cars are constantly coming and going, and there are plenty of young people strolling along the sidewalks.

They swayed and laughed, creating an impression of prosperity and grandeur.

"call."

Chen Shu lowered the car windows on both sides, and a cool night breeze swirled in, easing his throbbing head a bit.

As he slowly turned the leather steering wheel, he thought about the intelligence about Zoro Song in northern Myanmar that had come from the previous murder case.

Actually, Chen Shu was still a bit absent-minded. On the one hand, there was the suppressed emotion that Zhu Yiba had shown at the banquet a few days ago, and everyone present could feel that kind of deep hatred.

Although Zhu Yiba has recovered and speaks normally, what to do if he encounters his enemy, Zoro Song, in northern Myanmar, a place outside his territory, is still a problem.

As a police officer, he naturally follows the law. However, Zhu Yiba had served in the military and had lost his brothers who had fought alongside him to the death. Chen Shu deeply empathized with this feeling.

On the other hand, there's Zhang Yang. This highly individualistic female reporter is truly restless. So many days have passed, yet she still doesn't answer the phone or reply to messages. We don't even know where she is now.

To say I wasn't worried would be impossible. Luckily, the phone was still working, and the constant dial tone meant the phone was still charging, meaning at least the person wasn't dead.

dead.

The word suddenly popped into Chen Shu's mind, which he found hard to accept.

What initially attracted Zhang Yang was this unwavering commitment to fairness and justice, and this sense of public duty had always been an ideal he held dear.

Right is right, and wrong is wrong. When Chen Shu first started working, he could distinguish them clearly. But later, he gradually became more moderate and prioritized the overall situation.

So, when did he become so realistic and so compromising?

Suddenly, the telephone rang urgently.

Chen Shu glanced at his phone, which had lit up; it was a call from his old classmate, Chen Chuan.

"Hey, Shu, are you still at the station? Hurry back! I ordered a ton of late-night snacks, and Zhu Yiba brought two cases of beer! We're just waiting for you to come back so we can get started! Hurry up, hurry up! Today's the last drinking session; once we get over there, there won't be any more to drink!"

The tone on the other end was as light and cheerful as ever, showing no sign of Chen Shu's fatigue.

Sometimes Chen Shu was quite envious of this guy. His family was rich, and he had never experienced any financial pressure growing up. On his first day of work, he drove a luxury car worth millions into the government compound, showing no regard for the word "low-key."

According to his nonsensical explanation, if someone drives a car worth around a million, others will be envious and jealous, and then try to sabotage them behind their backs. But if they immediately set a consumption level that others can never reach in their lifetime, then everyone will only respect them.

What kind of nonsense theory is this? But when Chen Shu heard it at the time, he actually thought it made some sense.

What's even more enviable is that everyone in his workplace, from the top boss to the old gatekeeper, treated Chen Chuan with kindness and friendliness. This is simply because his financial power, coupled with that incredibly powerful connections he has, makes him virtually invincible.

As for Chen Chuan himself, he lacked ambition, and his work revolved around simply lying around. This lack of competitiveness, coupled with his willingness to spend money on entertaining, made him a figure of utter admiration and respect among his colleagues.

"You guys eat first, just leave some for me." Since they were all brothers, Chen Shu didn't hide the fatigue in his voice and replied casually.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, followed by a slightly hollow shout. The speaker was clearly far from the phone, so the microphone wasn't very clear. "Hahaha! I won! I told you this workaholic hadn't eaten, and you wouldn't believe me! Drink! Drink! Old Zhu, we agreed to drink straight from the bottle, don't go back on your word!"

"Brother Chuan, Senior Brother hasn't said he hasn't had dinner yet," a hesitant voice chimed in from the side. Needless to say, it was Junior Brother Jiang Hai.

"You guys don't understand. If this guy has already eaten dinner, he would never eat a midnight snack, no matter what. Otherwise, how could he have such a hot-girl figure after working like a beast at the police station for so many years? I'm telling you, Lao Zhu, hurry up and drink it. What are you dawdling for?"

"Ha, it's just a bottle, what's the big deal?"

Listening to the banter across from him, Chen Shu felt a warmth in his heart.

Others might not understand, but Chen Chuan, as an old classmate, naturally understood what Chen Shu was worried about. This playful phone call was actually a form of comfort between men.

Back then, this guy, whom others considered incredibly unreliable, disregarded the seriousness of the consequences and secretly carried the heavy cell phone signal search box from the brigade to northern Myanmar to rescue people.

And then there's that guy who blows the bottle, a former border guard transferred from the Yunnan border region, he's also a surprisingly capable fellow who doesn't show off.

Although they've been together for quite a while, going to and from get off work in a mundane way, and getting together for a few drinks whenever they have free time, no one seems to think that Zhu Yiba is any different from the others.

Chen Shu knew that this guy was no ordinary person. It was neither a marriage nor a return to his hometown. The fact that he transferred from the border of Yunnan Province to a local public security post in Dongzhou without any reason made the matter quite unusual.

Especially Zhu Yiba's outstanding performance on the East China Sea balcony, the sudden glint of shrewdness and hatred in his eyes, in Chen Shu's view, was not much different from that of the special agents in the Southern Frontier.

The recent revelation of the Zorlos Khanh incident in northern Myanmar triggered a strong emotional reaction in Zhu Yiba. As a soldier, he doesn't usually shed tears easily, so it's clear he has a story to tell, and a sad one at that.

However, Chen Shu admired Zhu Yiba for this.

After venting his emotions at the dinner table, he returned to normal the next day. This ability to control his emotions truly surprised Chen Shu.

In comparison, although Chen Shu appeared normal and had been working overtime these past few days, Chen Chuan still noticed the worries on his mind.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have called at this time.

Just then, another voice came through the phone, cheerful and somewhat festive: "Officer Zheng, you work even harder than us local police when it comes to solving cases! Hurry back, or we'll drink all this ice-cold beer!"

Ma Rongcheng is an expert in trace evidence at the provincial department. He has worked on the front lines of criminal investigation in Yunnan Province for twenty years, solving countless major cases. What kind of monsters and scoundrels hasn't he seen in Yunnan? Now he has been transferred to the provincial department's anti-fraud task force, specializing in northern Myanmar.

Whether the special task force in Yunnan Province was genuinely that idle, or just happened to be that idle during this period, Chen Shu could always see his old colleague whenever he had something to do.

According to him, he and Chen Shu and others hit it off, and he would come over during breaks in his work to exchange work experience and insights, which had a positive effect.

What Chen Shu couldn't understand was how this exchange of work skills had ended up being an exchange of drinking abilities.
Fortunately, this group of people were decent drinkers. Although they always got completely drunk, and even Ma Rongcheng slept in the hotel, they ultimately didn't cause any problems.

"Okay, okay, Dr. Ma, I'll be there soon."

Yes, we're taking this group of people to northern Myanmar.

Chen Shu let out a long sigh of relief; at this final point, he actually felt a bit more relaxed.

(End of this chapter)