Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 840 No one visits the temple without a reason

As the car pulled up to the entrance of the police station compound, Ma Rongcheng, who considered himself half the boss, got out of the car first. He tightened his belt by the side of the car and was about to stride into the compound when an angry shout rang out beside him.

"Stop right there! Who are you? Why are you parking like this?"

A young policeman in uniform strode over, his movements swift and his voice stern, his sharp eyes scanning Ma Rongcheng and the others.

Ma Rongcheng, who was just as irritable in his early years, has become much more peaceful and composed after several years of working in the provincial government.

As he imagined the shock on the other party's face when he revealed his identity as a provincial expert, he introduced himself in a friendly manner: "Young man, we are from the provincial department here to handle a case, um, the special task force."

He spoke these words calmly and confidently, both in his tone and demeanor, exuding the confidence that comes with practice. The last three words, in particular, with a slight pause, had an excellent effect.

From the perspective of the provincial department, Ma Rongcheng was a temporary worker drawn from the grassroots level, and could be dispensable. However, in front of these police officers who were rooted in the police station, especially in front of "Liangguai" who had never seen anything before, he was indispensable.

He was a high-ranking expert from the provincial department.

Those were the provincial police officers who these new recruits hadn't seen in years.

Based on Ma Rongcheng's many years of experience, he didn't even need to take out his work ID at this moment.

"Provincial department? They're here to handle a case?"

The young policeman was initially taken aback, but his expression immediately became humble. Ma Rongcheng saw this and was very pleased with himself.

But in an instant, the other party's expression turned stern again.

The young policeman looked at the middle-aged man, who was still cheerful, with suspicion, then slowly turned his gaze to the others who were getting out of the car one by one.

They were all younger than the last, and one of them looked like a high school student.

His gaze finally settled on the Audi license plate at the gate of the compound, as well as the "H" on its gleaming rims and the faintly visible...

As a seasoned car enthusiast, the young policeman had never actually touched or seen a Horch in real life, but that didn't stop him from criticizing it online for several nights in a row.

The brand with four rings is inferior to Mercedes-Benz and BMW, yet this founder's edition Horch sold for over a million.

What kind of confidence does it take to set such a price?

Anyone who buys it must be out of their mind.

That night, the young policeman and others argued for a long time about Hoshi.

Standing at the entrance of the police station compound, the young policeman unconsciously clenched his fist a few times, the feeling of typing on the keyboard immediately came to mind, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes again.

Judging by this car alone, if these people were the seasoned veterans of the task force, they would immediately be walking upside down, and given the usual online arguments, they might even need some special ingredients to spice things up.

"Hmph, if you were police officers, I'd eat it upside down right now."

Before he could finish speaking, an older policeman ran out of the office building at the very back of the compound, passing by the young policeman who was glaring and cursing.

The young policeman froze when he saw that figure from behind.

The old policeman rushed forward with a cheerful smile, grabbed Ma Rongcheng's hand, and said excitedly, "Old Ma, I've been waiting for you! Let me make it clear, you're not leaving tonight. I've booked a private room, we have to have a few drinks. Oh, and I've also invited Xiao Zhang, you know, Zhang Jian, who used to be in the same unit as you. He's coming over here this time too."

"Haha, I ran into Zhang Jian at breakfast. He's got such dark eyes, don't treat him like an animal. Hmm, dinner tonight is fine, I still have a ton of work to do."

"When you come to my place, you have to listen to me. Oh, who are these people?"

"They are a task force from Donghai Province, and this time they are working with our task force."

"What? Two task forces from two provinces can be combined?"

"They'll talk inside, they'll talk inside."

"well."

The group whizzed past the young policeman like the wind, leaving him alone in the courtyard, debating whether or not to do a handstand.

"Damn it, this car driver doesn't act like a policeman at all, he's too..." The young policeman originally wanted to use words like flamboyant, extravagant, and high-profile to describe it, but after thinking for a long time, he still habitually used the word "idiot".

"Only someone out of their mind would buy this car!"

The young policeman walked back to the duty room indignantly, feeling that his judgment was as accurate as ever. The problem was that the person who bought the car was too abstract; their brain was way off the mark. "Tch!"

Chen Chuan sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose, and followed the others into the office building.

The office buildings in Yunnan Province are similar to those in coastal provinces like Donghai, with blue and white walls and a metal police badge half a person's height hanging at the top, which can be considered a uniform standard throughout China.

The duty and emergency call hall was set up in the most conspicuous and easily visible place in the unit, with the north side facing outwards and right next to the roadside, and the west side facing the inner courtyard, making it convenient for staff to enter and exit.

An old man with a sorrowful expression was sitting on a plastic stool, wiping away tears. When he saw Director Wang and his men coming in from outside, he hurriedly wiped his eyes and stood up.

The old man's clothes were outdated, probably the kind of baggy clothes and wide-legged pants that were popular more than ten years ago, but they were very clean, washed until they were almost white.

When police officers judge a person, they first look at their face, and then at their clothing.

Ordinary people who are dressed simply and cleanly are likely to be good people.

"Director Wang, please send someone to save my son, or it will be too late." As he spoke, the old man's tears fell again.

As visiting guests, Chen Shu, Ma Rongcheng, and others naturally could not show up.

Director Wang quickly took two steps forward and supported the old man's trembling forearm, gently advising him, "Uncle Li, don't worry, this telecom fraud is no longer just your problem, it's gotten to the central government now. Just wait a while, just wait a while, and we'll definitely get some news."

Uncle Li wiped away his tears, ignoring the many people standing around him, and said in a choked voice, "Director Wang, we're just farmers, we haven't been anywhere else since leaving this county. If I knew the way, I would have gone to find my son myself. Please, could you send someone to look for him over there?"

Chief Wang shook his head and said patiently, "Uncle Li, although we are police officers, we can't just go to other countries. There are laws against it. Think about it, that's not our country. Why would they care if I'm a police officer or not? What good would it do us to go there?"

Uncle Li wanted to say a few more words, but Director Wang straightened up, waved to the police officers sitting at the duty desk, and signaled them to come and take the old man away.

Director Wang gently put down the old man's arm and led Chen Shu and the others up the stairs. After going up two floors, he began to explain the old man's case to them.

The old man, known as Uncle Li, was the one who reported the crime. He said that his son was drugged while drinking in town, passed out, and was kidnapped. He was taken all the way to northern Myanmar before he called home demanding a ransom of 200,000 yuan.

Uncle Li has farmed the land his whole life; even if he sold himself, he couldn't raise that 200,000 yuan. Of course, his son is aware of this situation and understands that the family simply cannot raise that much money.

He called again a few days ago, telling Uncle Li not to wait for him anymore and to save the money he earned for his retirement.

These words completely broke Uncle Li's defenses. He thought his son was going to be killed by the other party, so he went to the police station every day to beg the police to come and rescue him.

boom.

Director Wang, who was the last to enter, slammed the door shut with great force.

"They went to the town specifically to kidnap a 200-pound fat man and take him abroad? Just for a ransom of 200,000?" After gesturing for the men to sit down, Chief Wang hurriedly pulled out several bottles of mineral water from the sofa and handed them out, laughing, "If they could get the money, wouldn't it be easier for these kidnappers to just kidnap a few Chinese people in their own country? They wouldn't even need to prepare any sedatives; they could just stick a gun to their waist, and who would dare not go?"

Everyone understood and laughed.

Uncle Li isn't a bad person, but his son might be.

Jiang Hai, who had some experience at this point, eagerly chimed in, "Hmm, I think his son must have gone to northern Myanmar voluntarily."

Director Wang smiled and nodded: "Thirty years ago, there was a war going on over there. We've been exposed to it all along, so the locals are quite tough and naturally very vigilant. To put it bluntly, if it were a fight between gangs, the people over there probably wouldn't be able to beat our border residents."

"Hehe, this guy was completely fooled into thinking he could get rich by going there. But when he got there, he realized he was a pig and had been tricked into doing telecom fraud. He figured he couldn't scam anyone with telecom fraud, so he turned around and started scamming his honest dad."

Speaking of telecom fraud, Jiang Hai asked with some doubt: "Director Wang, I heard that a three- or four-meter-high fence has been erected along the border of our Yunnan province, fully equipped with cameras, infrared sensors, and megaphones, and is monitored 24 hours a day. There are also border police patrolling the area day and night. With such strict security, how do they manage to sneak across?"

Ma Rongcheng chuckled and explained on behalf of Director Wang: "Cats have their ways, and mice have theirs. Our province's border is over 4,000 kilometers long. We can only keep out honest people, not scoundrels. Besides, even tigers sometimes doze off. It's normal for a few mice to slip through."

Jiang Hai nodded and said "Oh".

Chen Shu was preoccupied with Zhang Yang, whom he couldn't reach, and wasn't in the mood for chatting.

Zhu Yiba kept thinking about going to northern Myanmar to seek revenge on Zoro Song, pursing his lips.

Chen Chuan, on the other hand, looked relaxed, adopting a "not my problem" attitude.

The room fell silent for a moment, and then we got down to business.

"What are you planning to do next? Hehe, Old Ma, I know you too well. You're not the kind of person who comes to the temple without a reason! Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Chief Wang's piercing eyes commanded respect; after all, being the head of a police station in a bustling port city required considerable skill.