Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 831 The Distinguished Owner of the Horch Car (Part 2)
hotel room.

The wine bottles on the table were empty, the glasses were scattered on the table, and there were some leftover cooked food next to them, but the city outside the window was still bustling.

The gathering had ended, and Ma Rongcheng, Jiang Hai, and Zhu Yiba had all returned to their rooms.

"Not bad!"

"well said!"

Chen Chuan crossed his legs, humming a song while scrolling through Douyin (TikTok). The light from his phone screen reflected on his slightly flushed face, and he occasionally let out a few pig-like laughs and satisfied approvals.

Chen Shu tidied up the room briefly, leaned against the window, and watched the lights outside flicker in the night, bustling about.

If you didn't look at the time, you would never imagine that it was 2 a.m.

If this were in his hometown of Dongzhou, he could sleep a second time.

Children and the elderly go to bed at 8 p.m., middle-aged people go to bed at 10 p.m., and young people, who are at their most energetic, should also be asleep around midnight.

"Chen Chuan, after going around in circles for a year, how did we end up back here again?" Chen Shu said casually, not really expecting Chen Chuan to give him a satisfactory answer.

"Because you're a pervert." Chen Chuan kept staring at the screen in his hand, not even bothering to move his eyelids towards the window.

puff!
Chen Shu was both amused and exasperated. He never expected Chen Chuan to give such an outrageous yet plausible answer.

However, from a third-party perspective, Chen Chuan's comments and summaries are truly flawless.

My first trip to northern Myanmar was to rescue a woman.

He went there a second time, still to save the woman.

There are countless pitiful people in this world who have been abducted, tricked, or unwittingly taken to northern Myanmar. Why haven't we seen our Officer Chen Shu rushing to rescue them?
On the contrary, Chen Shu was willing to risk punishment, even losing his police uniform, to go to northern Myanmar for women like Zhang Yang who volunteered to go there.

Chen Shu still cared about his reputation, so when the conversation stalled, he changed the subject: "Chen Chuan, how did you manage to get our visas approved? It must have cost you a lot of money, right?"

Police officers from public security organs must obtain the consent of their unit's leadership and go through a series of approvals from the grassroots level to the branch bureau if they want to leave China.

Only in this way can one retrieve their passport, which is usually kept at their workplace.

Is there such a thing as a free lunch?

"Thank you for this."

Their trip to northern Myanmar was official, a business trip. With the backing of national law enforcement agencies, they felt confident enough to enter northern Myanmar through customs.

Unlike last time, when they crossed the border illegally like stowaways, strictly speaking, if they had been caught by border guards back then, it would have been a criminal offense.

This kind of thing can only happen once, not twice.

At this moment, Chen Shu felt a little sorry for his old classmate.

To outsiders, Chen Shu has always been a member of the police academy faction within the public security system, and one of the most outstanding representatives of the younger generation. He consistently ranked first in the number of cases cracked by the branch bureau, was one of the youngest section-level cadres in the municipal bureau, and had received numerous third-class merit awards, with second-class merit awards already secured early on.

Even the legendary first-class merit, which could only be received while lying down, had now been submitted to the Ministry of Public Security by the Xinjiang Public Security Bureau.

Putting aside the significance of a first-class merit in the police force, the fact that this case of transferring a merit to another location is unprecedented in the past decade means that it brings both prestige and real benefits.

As for Chen Chuan, in the eyes of others in the bureau, he drives a luxury car that others can only dream of and lives in a villa that others wouldn't even dare to dream of.

He was a rich young master that everyone could envy, but that was all he was.

After all, in this system, having money isn't considered a skill.

Sometimes, they even cause trouble.

"My dear brother Shu, when did you become so nosy?" Chen Chuan put down his phone, stretched, and wore a carefree smile. "Don't worry. Whether it's money or favors, it was worth it this time! Brother Shu, make me a cup of tea as a reward."

Chen Shu smiled, but a sense of emotion welled up inside him. Having come this far from the police academy, the two had weathered so many storms together; their unspoken understanding was now beyond words.

"What, besides official business, what other benefits could there be this time?" Chen Shu walked to the table, brewed a cup of tea with the freshly boiled kettle, and placed it in front of Chen Chuan.

"You brewed a perfectly good first brew, but you managed to make it taste like it came from the supermarket." Chen Chuan took the teacup, blew on the steam, and complained a little.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Chen Chuan's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "Hey, you don't want to talk about it anymore? You'll find out in a few days anyway."

Chen Shu smiled helplessly. He was almost thirty years old, but this guy was still so irresponsible and talked so incoherently.

However, Chen Shu knew that his old classmate would definitely be reliable in a critical moment. "You must be careful when we go out this time. After all, that place is not like China." Chen Shu's smile faded, and his expression became serious. "The situation there is complicated, and with Zhu Yiba's matter, we can't underestimate them."

A few days ago, during a group dinner, Zhu Yiba lost control of his emotions. The root cause was that he had obtained information about the enemy who had harmed his comrades when he was in the army, and that they were in northern Myanmar.

These drug traffickers who dare to confront border guards head-on and fight to the death are absolutely fearless and far more dangerous than those telecom fraudsters who only know how to type on keyboards.

"Okay, okay. We're just going to northern Myanmar to find someone, Zhang Yang. We might not even run into this guy named Zoro Song." Chen Chuan waved his hand, his tone relaxed. "Hey, besides, we have you protecting us, don't we?"

Chen Shu remained silent; fate is a strange thing.

After Zhu Yiba was discharged from the army, he came to Donghai Province, which is half of China, in order to escape the tragedy of his comrades being killed while he was serving on the border of Yunnan Province.

I never imagined that after going around in circles, I would end up back here.

What was initially thought to be merely a return to familiar places turned out to be a mere coincidence. By chance, he obtained concrete information about his former enemy.

Thinking of this, Chen Shu couldn't help but glance at Chen Chuan, who was sitting next to him, happily playing with his phone: and this good friend who had solved all the obstacles for them to go abroad.

Besides Zhu Yiba's matter, there's also Zhang Yang. So much time has passed, and there's been no response from the other party. Fortunately, the phone is still reachable, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

Actually, in Chen Shu's heart, there was still a tiny bit of expectation.

He thought Zhang Yang was just being stubborn, which was why he wasn't answering calls or replying to messages. He figured Zhang Yang had probably already gone back to his hometown in Dongzhou and was working obediently at the TV station.

Yes, after experiencing the fall of northern Myanmar and witnessing so much bloodshed and horror, how could she, as a woman, possibly have the courage to face it again?

Chen Shu felt a little more relaxed.

"Book, let me give you a heads-up, Zhang Yang probably didn't go to northern Myanmar."

Is this guy a tapeworm in my stomach? Chen Shu turned his head in surprise and saw Chen Chuan still scrolling through Douyin, his face reflecting the light from the phone screen.

"Why?" Chen Shu swallowed hard and asked.

“I asked someone to check Zhang Yang’s information on the internal network a few days ago, and I didn’t find any record of her leaving the country. In other words, she didn’t go abroad.” Chen Chuan continued, his thumb rapidly swiping across the phone screen.

This practice of querying information about non-case-related individuals through the public security network is not permitted by regulations, and if caught by cyber security personnel, one will generally be punished.

That's how things are, and Chen Shu naturally knew it too. Especially since he was the deputy captain of the special police unit in charge of the case.

The access permissions to query information through a digital certificate are not much different from those of a deputy director of a regular police station.

That is, Chen Shu subconsciously didn't think about this step. It's unclear whether it's out of habitual law-abidingness or out of escapism.

Knowing that this matter involved favors, Chen Shu hesitated for a moment, then thanked Chen Chuan.

Upon receiving news from Chen Chuan that Zhang Yang had not yet left the country, Chen Shu felt a sense of relief.

To be honest, at this moment, he was not considering Zhu Yiba's travel plans as seriously as before.

That wouldn't do; they might even have some second thoughts.

dong dong dong.

A knock sounded at the door, and Chen Shu opened it to find Zhu Yiba inside.

He carefully closed the door, sat on the corner of the bed opposite the sofa, his hands clasped tightly on his knees without saying a word, appearing somewhat reserved, unlike his usual self.

They were even acting as if they had just finished drinking.

Chen Shu waited quietly, while Chen Chuan glanced at him and continued scrolling through his Douyin short videos.

After a long while, a series of intermittent, somewhat unconfident voices echoed in the room.

"Chen Chen Da, how about... how about we go to northern Myanmar tomorrow, and you guys don't have to go."

"I'll go by myself, it's fine. This is my responsibility anyway."

"There's no need. It's pointless to drag you down any further. After all, that place is indeed too dangerous."

Chen Shu remained silent, simply watching Zhu Yiba, who had lowered his head and was staring at the ground.

Chen Chuan, who was lying on the sofa, scrolled through videos even faster with his thumb.

(End of this chapter)