Police officer Chen Shu

It's just dawn.

The street stalls had already set up simple tables and chairs, and the monsoon winds, unique to the southern border and carrying moist air, gently swept over the early risers.

"Squad leader." A young man with a buzz cut sat on a small stool, recalling the mission photos he had received yesterday, and asked doubtfully, "This kid doesn't look like a high-ranking official. Do we really need to get involved?"

"Squad leader, I heard he's a former special forces soldier from the border region, and he's fought several tough battles on the front lines. Would someone like that need our protection?" The young man looked up at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau's guesthouse in the distance, wiped his mouth with his hand, and finding that he couldn't wipe it clean, he simply stretched his forearm forward and wiped it directly with his sleeve.

And I must say, this kind of fabric really gets things clean.

"Xiao Wang, we're not in the wild. Now that we have the means, give me tissues! Be hygienic!" A square-faced man next to him hissed, "How many times have I told you, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. We'll just do our own thing!"

"Hey." Xiao Wang's eyes darted around, and he deliberately asked, "Squad leader, you're a veteran from southern Xinjiang. Tell me, which is more dangerous, the Yunnan border or the anti-Korean forces in southern Xinjiang?"

The square-faced man ignored his soldiers' teasing, but the mention of it reminded him of their conversation the night before.

The mission was the same as always: escort.

If there is one difference, it is to prevent the person being escorted from escaping midway.

The staff officer's instructions were quite simple: safety first, for both sides. The person being escorted must be safe, and so must the two of them.

The square-faced man had no interest in the mission itself or the target; he had carried out many escort missions that were more exciting in the process and involved higher-level targets.

However, what caught his attention was one of the people in the accompanying personnel information sheet that the staff officer casually flipped through.

The information on the form is very simple: Police officers from Dongzhou City, Donghai Province, came to Yunnan Province to investigate the case as a local special task force.

But the square-faced man, who came from the Southern Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps, knew that this person was no ordinary individual.

He single-handedly killed more than a dozen heavily armed terrorists in southern Xinjiang, and the news spread like wildfire among border guards and Lao Lu's internal channels on the very day of the incident.

Which of the fine young men serving in southern Xinjiang didn't harbor a burning ambition to accomplish something that would allow them to establish their own lineage?
Each of them considers themselves to be one in a hundred elites. They may appear humble on the surface, but deep down they are all arrogant.

Whether it's southern Xinjiang or the border of Yunnan Province, the environment is harsh and the enemies are increasingly dangerous. Those who can make a name for themselves in these two places are all people with outstanding willpower and ability.

But if these soldiers, who dreamed of making great achievements, switched places with Chen Shu, none of them would think they could do better than him.

Daring to do something and doing it well are two completely different things.

Young soldiers are prone to acting impulsively, but as a veteran with extensive combat experience, the square-faced man has his own set of opinions.

Such a person is very proud, but if he really meets someone he admires, he will admire them completely and from the bottom of his heart.

Unlike usual, the man with the square face didn't quickly flip through the mission documents; instead, his eyes were fixed on the list of accompanying personnel.

It's unclear whether the staff officer overlooked this person's information or simply didn't take this mission seriously enough, treating it merely as a routine escort mission.

Yes, heading north, in the long-peaceful land of China, it is very safe.

However, he was quite eager to meet this legendary figure, Officer Chen.

"Squad leader," Xiao Wang called out again, patiently trying to chat with his squad leader, "If that person runs away, should we really attack, or just pretend to?"

run?
Run my ass.

The old squad leader didn't quite understand the mentality of officials, but the person he was escorting on this mission was someone who had fought the enemy with real guns on the border.

Like him, who had fought in the southern border regions, he was very proud. When faced with a problem, he would either refuse or simply remain silent; he would definitely not run away.

The square-faced man ignored his subordinates and continued to stare at the entrance of the guesthouse.

Sitting by the main road, Xiao Wang didn't mind the class monitor ignoring him and continued slurping his second bowl of Crossing-the-Bridge Rice Noodles.

hiss!
Xiao Wang raised his hand to wipe it, and the grease from his mouth stuck to the back of his hand, but he didn't care at all.

Compared to eating steamed buns dipped in feces while squatting in a dry toilet at midday, this is so much more delicious!

Not far away, the breakfast stall owner, with her keen eye, scooped out steaming hot buns with a strainer and called out to the two young men, "Freshly baked, would you like a basket?"

"Absolutely! Two baskets, please!" With his mouth already stuffed full, Xiao Wang waved his hand generously without the slightest hesitation.

When you go on a business trip, isn't the point to be able to eat your fill without having to pay anything?

The squad leader could only smile wryly, glancing at his young soldier before turning away from the hotel entrance, a fleeting, unpleasant thought crossing his mind.

That person, did they really run away?

"Hey? Old Zhu, what are you doing squatting on the window so early in the morning?"

As soon as Chen Chuan entered the restroom on the first floor of the hotel lobby, he saw Zhu Yiba with his butt facing outwards, bent over and climbing out of the window.

"What?!" Chen Chuan's face turned pale instantly. He pointed his trembling index finger at Zhu Yiba and exclaimed in shock, "Old Zhu, I know you've served in special forces and always been on missions in the field. You...you didn't have to relieve yourself outdoors because you couldn't defecate properly in the pit, did you?"

Zhu Yiba's face flushed red instantly. He suddenly exerted force, trying to climb out as soon as possible so he wouldn't have to see Chen Chuan's annoying face again. However, he didn't expect that in his haste, he would exert too much force and cause a problem.

Then, in his haste and confusion, his hand slipped, his body swayed, and with a sharp crack, the window frame creaked under the strain.

Zhu Yiba, who is much more robust than the average person, got stuck in the small window of the toilet. Although it didn't hurt much, he couldn't move forward or backward for a while.

Fine beads of cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Chen Chuan is going to make me laugh so hard I'll be laughing for at least half a year.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Chen Chuan clutched his stomach, laughing heartily. "Hey, kid, you're a special forces soldier? Or a special police officer? You got your credentials through connections, didn't you! Hahaha!"

Zhu Yiba, who comes from a military family, relies entirely on his own abilities at the grassroots level and hates it most when people attribute his achievements in the army to his family background.

Although he knew that Chen Chuan definitely didn't know about his background and that these words were just casual banter, he still couldn't help but curse back.

Chen Chuan's face is just too annoying.

"Get out! You're the one who got in through connections! Your whole family got in through connections!"

Despite being harshly criticized, Chen Chuan remained calm and composed. His eyes darted around, and he reached into his pocket for his phone, feigning concern, "Hey, let me take a picture and send it to the group chat so everyone can come and lend a hand."

"you dare!"

Zhu Yiba was furious. His eyes widened and he roared, "Chen Chuan! If you dare to post this in the group, I guarantee you'll meet your great-grandmother!"

"Oh, thank you! I was just missing her."

"I'm fucking pissed off." (End of Chapter)