Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 841 Own People

"Cough cough."

Ma Rongcheng, an expert from the provincial department, naturally couldn't be left out. Whether his title as a "temporary worker" in the provincial department could be officially recognized depended entirely on this opportunity.

Ma Rongcheng took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled, “Old Wang, I’d like to ask you to help me find two people. One is Zhang Yang, a woman from Dongzhou, Donghai; the other is Li Song, a man who works at a company in the KK Industrial Park in northern Myanmar, nicknamed Zorro Song.”

"KK? Isn't that place in eastern Myanmar?"

Director Wang opened the drawer, took out a pack of Liqun cigarettes, tore off the transparent paper, and distributed them to the people one by one.

For many years, from the 555 cigarettes he smoked when he first started working to the Furongwang cigarettes he smokes now, Old Wang has always preferred thick cigarettes.

It's powerful and flavorful, allowing him to find a clear clue in a case that's otherwise incomprehensible.

"Zhang Yang and Li Song, what's so special about their backgrounds? Are they the people we're investigating this time?" Old Wang lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling in the air.

"Ahem." Ma Rongcheng coughed a few more times and said quickly, "I'll send you the ID numbers of the two people now. You should arrange for someone to check them out as soon as possible."

If someone avoids answering and doesn't respond, something's fishy.

Chief Wang summoned the on-duty police officers, explained the situation, and instructed them to check the personnel's identity information and whereabouts on the internal network—a routine task for them.

Unlike Dongzhou Province, where Chen Shu lived, let alone a specific individual, even checking the driving trajectory of a car registered under one's name could result in being criticized and forced to write a self-criticism report if caught.

The person who arrived was none other than the young policeman who had stopped everyone downstairs earlier.

"Director."

When the young policeman arrived at the office, he stood ramrod straight, exuding a more spirited and roguish air than the policemen in coastal cities.

"After checking online, ask around and make sure it's verified," Director Wang said earnestly.

"Yes." The young policeman took out his phone, confirmed that he had received the ID number sent by the station chief for verification, and then left the office without hesitation.

Ma Rongcheng whispered to Chen Shu and the others, "The situation here is special. There are some things that can't be found on the internal network, so we have to find someone."

Chen Shu nodded. When handling cases in other places, one must not follow local customs. Besides, now that they have Ma Rongcheng, a local friend, they should proceed according to his ideas for the time being.

In fact, when it comes to handling cases in other locations, especially those cases that have been specifically requested by higher authorities, even though the case belongs to them, the local police force still has to do the work when the case actually arrives at the location.

They just watch and don't usually take action. Once the case is over, they will receive all the credit and honors they deserve.

The group chatted in the office for a while longer. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jian, whom they had bumped into earlier while having breakfast, came back and said that Ma Rongcheng was efficient and had already caught the person and left him at the station. All they had to do was go and bring him back.

Ma Rongcheng's influence was truly significant, so when Zhang Jian received a notification from Director Wang that Ma Rongcheng had arrived at their station, he didn't hesitate to get off the bus midway and return to the police station.

Upon hearing that the station's anti-drug target for the month had been met, Director Wang, as the head of the station, was all smiles and extremely happy.

For leaders of grassroots units like theirs, their main tasks, besides contacting superiors, are to meet targets and pass assessments.

Although I don't have to handle specific cases, the responsibility on my shoulders is truly heavy.

A while later, the young policeman returned to the office, clutching a newly printed document.

Zhang Yang visited Ruili a few days ago with two men. According to the hotel's check-in records, the three of them have already left, but their whereabouts are currently unknown.

However, it is certain that they did not leave the country, because there is no record of them leaving the country.

The man named Li Song couldn't find any useful information on the computer; he only knew that Li Song was a fugitive, and the other miscellaneous records were useless.

Zhang Jian had previously received a favor from Ma Rongcheng, so he naturally wanted to reciprocate.

He smiled slightly, took the documents from the young policeman, and walked out of the office while taking his phone out of his pocket.

The fact that this information couldn't be found on the internal police network highlights the effectiveness of his long-established offline network. This is also a fundamental professional skill that every deputy director of a local police station must possess.

A short while later, Zhang Jian returned with a beaming smile.

This guy named Li Song is very interesting. According to our sources, he has been very active in northern Myanmar recently and is quite famous.

There are over 100,000 people engaged in fraud in northern Myanmar. Even if we only count management, the number is not small, and it is extremely difficult to make a name for oneself in this circle. Li Song's fame stems from his wild behavior in nightclubs.

It is said that in the past two weeks, Li Rong has been spending lavishly at nightclubs, buying out all the drinks for the entire night and then giving them away to all the guests.

This high-profile behavior immediately attracted attention from all sides in northern Myanmar, a place that is both complex and sensitive.

"We must have caught a big fish," Zhang Jian concluded, then placed the documents on his desk.

Scammers like them love to flaunt their crimes.

Once they've swindled a lot of money, they either set off fireworks or treated others to drinks and women.

Firstly, it helps people relax, and secondly, it motivates others to work harder to make money.

Everyone sitting here has some understanding of telecom fraud. After listening to Zhang Jian's summary, everyone nodded frequently, but Chen Shu disagreed.

He had been to northern Myanmar and knew that in those industrial parks, or on the commercial streets outside the parks, there were glittering KTVs and bars everywhere.

Whether it's a bar or a KTV, just one table can cost tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan a night, which is no joke.

If, as Zhang claims, he paid for everything himself, and this happened multiple times over a period of half a month, the cost would be at least several million.

Judging from the clues provided by the baseball cap in the Kunming murder case, Li Song was just a mid-level manager. Even if he caught a big fish, he wouldn't be able to spend millions at a nightclub.

Chen Shu took the documents, flipped through them, and asked, "After we arrive in northern Myanmar, can we use one of your informants to guide us?"

Zhang Jian glanced at Director Wang first, and after receiving an affirmative reply, said, "No problem, I'll send you his WeChat later, and you can contact him yourselves."

After saying that, Zhang Jian chuckled, rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and joked, "I can give you the person, but you'll have to pay for it yourself."

"Okay." Chen Shu closed the document. The contents were very simple and could be glanced at.

Zhu Yiba secretly breathed a sigh of relief; his matter had finally made progress.

The group chatted in the office for a while longer. Ma Rongcheng noticed that Chen Shu's expression was calm and thought that Chen Shu probably wouldn't even look at his connections.

Most importantly, they probably didn't get the information they wanted.

Ma Rongcheng took a few deep drags on his cigarette, coughed a few times, and said, "Old Wang, this girl named Zhang Yang should have gone to northern Myanmar. We found her last location on Douyin and Zhihu accounts to be in northern Myanmar."

Director Wang stubbed out his cigarette and understood.

No wonder this special task force rushed to his small police station to find someone. It turns out that this woman must have a personal relationship and had nothing to do with the case, so they couldn't handle it at the bureau.

Otherwise, there would be no need for such trouble. The bureau could simply locate the woman's cell phone's communication base station and, with the assistance of the surveillance system, immediately find out where she is.

After all, in northern Myanmar, apart from hydropower, even the telecommunications operators are Chinese.

Every check is accurate.

As he spoke, Ma Rongcheng glanced at Chen Shu sitting next to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he vouched for him in his name as a detective, that although the guy appeared calm on the surface, he was definitely extremely nervous inside.

Recalling the information Chen Chuan had given him about this woman, Ma Rongcheng's lips slowly curled into a smile.

Since he had brought the team to this police station, he was quite confident that he could solve Officer Chen's problem.

"Here's what happened. Zhang Yang is a reporter who received a request for help from the public and then went to northern Myanmar to rescue people. Our target for this operation was three people: Zhang Yang, Lin Yu, and Li Qin."

Zhang Yang is a well-known female reporter.

Lin Yu is the son of the woman who sought help from Zhang Yang.

Li Qin is Li Xia's younger brother, who was following Zhang Yang, and was also trapped in northern Myanmar.

As Ma Rongcheng spoke, he glanced at Chen Shu a few times. Chen Shu pursed his lips, neither objecting nor agreeing, and simply remained silent.

Ma Rongcheng was certain. He reached out and pointed to the documents on the table, which happened to be Zhang Yang's photo. He said solemnly, "This is one of our own."

He paused, coughed heavily, and repeated, "Our own people."