Police officer Chen Shu

While it may seem unbelievable that things have come to this point, it doesn't defy common sense.

Chinese people have a long-standing tradition of returning to their roots. For those Chinese who were engaged in armed conflict in Myanmar, once they made money and gained territory, they would naturally find ways to return to China.

Houses are a heavy asset, needless to say, they are bought one building at a time, and luxury cars are just pocket money for the next few generations.

The first generation of entrepreneurs, unable to return to China themselves, will do everything they can to bring their children back.

Needless to say, the local Burmese, once they have money and power, will try every means to move to safer and more prosperous countries.

The first step is to send their children abroad to study. In terms of methods, this is exactly the same as those wealthy and powerful people in China who are afraid of being purged later.

In the early years, when China was still poor and backward, many people also went to great lengths to smuggle themselves into the United States. In essence, the two countries are the same.

"Haha, let me show you some interesting photos first." Zhang Jian cheerfully took out his phone, opened the album, which contained photos of local scenery. Three ordinary-looking people stood in a row in front of the scenic spot, smiling.

Taking photos at what looks like an ordinary tourist attraction.

Zhang Jian pointed to the two men standing on either side of the photo, their backs hunched over.

The smiles on the two men's faces clearly showed their desire to please the man standing in the middle.

The man on the left turned slightly to the side, his upper body facing the person standing in the middle. His smile was full of expectation and a hint of obedience, and his posture was noticeably tilted to the right.

The man on the right leaned forward, but his bright eyes weren't looking at the camera in front of him. Instead, they were sweeping towards the middle, and he couldn't hide the envy he felt for the two men in the middle.

"Isn't this just a normal group photo of these three people? What's so special about it?" Jiang Hai, who squeezed his head through the crowd, stared at the photo for a long time but couldn't see anything suspicious.

Zhang Jian chuckled, pointed repeatedly at the two men standing on his left and right, and said mysteriously, "Don't be fooled by how ordinary these two old guys look in the photos. In northern Myanmar, they are ruthless killers who don't blink an eye."

"scare!"

Jiang Hai was taken aback at first, then laughed and said, "These two skinny old men are supposed to be fierce? Chief Zhang, don't try to fool me, I'm still a police academy student."

Police academy student?
When Zhang Jian and Director Wang heard Jiang Hai's self-identification, they were puzzled, wondering how a student still studying at the police academy could be working with the special task force.

Looking at Chen Shu and his group, they found it increasingly amazing.

The team leader, Chen Shu, was young but already served in a special task force under the provincial department. His composure while sitting there was unmatched by ordinary privileged second-generation rich kids.

The young man next to him, with his upright posture and slightly puffed-out chest, looked more like a soldier in plainclothes than a policeman.

The third man was even more amazing.

This person had been wandering around the office since he entered, seemingly showing no interest in the case whatsoever. Right now, he was busy flipping through the documents on his desk, truly acting as if he belonged there.

Add to that a student still studying at the police academy, and this quartet is quite interesting.

Zhang Jian's mind raced privately, but his expression remained normal as he continued to explain his doubts to Jiang Hai.

Zhang Jianyong swiped his finger across the phone screen, and another photo appeared.

The background is a typical Southeast Asian jungle landscape. A dozen or so people wearing mud-green military uniforms are standing on the grass in the wild. The one in the lead is the thin old man who was standing on the side earlier, looking envious.

In the photo, the thin old man is wearing a rolled-up camouflage fisherman's hat, the brim of which hangs low and slightly covers his forehead. Combined with the shadows on his face, he gives off a somewhat arrogant and sharp feeling.

With more than ten soldiers carrying guns beside him, the thin old man's aura instantly rose, like a leader who held the power of life and death, sending chills down one's spine. Zhang Jian made another slash.

This time, the scene shown is the exterior of an old shed. In front of the shed, several people in military uniforms are gathered together, gesturing wildly as they discuss something.

One of the figures was thin and small, somewhat resembling the thin old man.

Two men were lying on the roadside; judging from the photos, they appeared to be dead, their bodies.

“This is the old man.” Zhang Jian smiled smugly and continued, “This place is a drug logistics point in northern Myanmar. These guys are dealing with their opponents and their goods! The kind of people who can make it in a place like northern Myanmar are best at paving their way by stepping on other people’s corpses to make money for themselves.”

The meaning of this statement is quite clear: in addition to soldiers and weapons, the skinny old man also possesses ruthless methods and a cruel personality.

With a swipe of his hand, Zhang Jian switched the phone screen back to the first photo.

The sun was shining brightly, and the thin old man's smile was just as radiant, the same kind of ingratiating, cautious smile.

It's like an eternity.

"This...this..." Jiang Hai opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

As a student who has not yet formally entered society, his experience and imagination make it difficult for him to overlap two such contrasting images in the same person.

"Why?" Zhang Jian laughed. "I know you can't understand why a military leader who kills people like flies in northern Myanmar and controls power and money would be so subservient to others."

"Is this a government official from around here?" Jiang Hai pointed to the man standing in the middle of the first landscape photo and said, "Hey, he actually looks quite..."

Jiang Hai was about to say that the two men were quite ordinary, but when he thought of the skinny old man's background, he immediately changed his mind and said, "This man must be a high-ranking official on our side!"

The tone is affirmative.

After all, someone who could make a ruthless guy like the skinny old man fawn over him must be a high-ranking official who controls important administrative resources.

"Haha, I won't keep you in suspense any longer," Zhang Jian said cheerfully. "The person standing in the middle is one of our township heads, and he's a deputy one!"

scare!
This explanation surprised not only Jiang Hai, but also Chen Shu and the others.

"A deputy township head?" Jiang Hai's eyes widened in disbelief. "A deputy township head this old, with virtually no political future, can have the military leaders in northern Myanmar fawning over him? That's too unbelievable!"

Chen Shu pondered for a moment and then said, "Is it possible that this cadre's position is just right in the key route for drug trafficking? Such a person, although just a low-level cadre, may be inconspicuous elsewhere, but in a remote place like the border, it is still very easy for him to operate.

Zhang Jian and Director Wang exchanged a glance and suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Director Wang chuckled awkwardly and said, "It's not that complicated. It's just that these old guys who have been working hard in Myanmar want to take care of their families back here after they've made some money, and sometimes they have to ask these local leaders for help."

"How do you intend to ask?" Chen Shu asked, pretending not to notice their previous silence.

“Help us get the people out. We’ll send you the ID number of the person we want to get out, and as long as they’re still in northern Myanmar, we can find them,” Director Wang said frankly. “One hundred thousand yuan, you can pay after you confirm receipt.”

"Hehe, no middlemen taking a cut," Zhang Jianyi joked, recovering from his previous silence.

hiss!
So simple?
Everyone was startled. (End of Chapter)