Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 849 Officer Chen (Part 1)
The hotel lobby restroom was in complete chaos.

"Hey, Lao Zhu, with all your special forces skills, why did you use them to climb through toilet windows?"

"Hey, your big, muscular butt is straddling the window frame, all clearly defined, it actually looks pretty good~"

"Hey, Lao Zhu, it's just the two of us here, there's no one else around, why are you blushing?"

"Tsk, Lao Zhu, the men's restroom you climbed into, isn't the women's restroom right next door?"

"Hi~"

A loud gasp followed, then a terrified, trembling voice, "Old...Old Zhu, do you really have that kind of interest? I...I really misjudged you!"

"Hehe, just kidding, why are you so angry?"

"Hey, let me sing you a song. Let me think, how does that line go again?"

"La la la~ There are very few truths in this world, and a man's blush is more precious than anything else."

At the end of the banter, Chen Chuan even slapped his forehead, pretended to clear his throat, and started singing a slightly modified version of a popular song on the internet.

His voice carried the mockery characteristic of a wealthy young master, like countless sharp steel needles lined up in a long queue, each one stabbing viciously into Zhu Yiba's pride.

It was so sharp that it made everyone standing nearby feel a tightness in their chest.

"Fuck you! Get the hell out of here!"

Zhu Yiba was at his wit's end and was on the verge of screaming.

His square face turned bright red, and he wished he could use his fist, which was as big as a clay pot, to shove Chen Chuan's big mouth shut. If he could find a gun or other weapon, he wouldn't mind spraying Chen Chuan to finish him off.

Seeing this, Chen Chuan became even happier, and sang even more joyfully, his laughter carrying a smugness that made one's teeth itch—no, it should be said, a smugness that made one's fists itch.

His face clearly displayed four words.

Come and hit me!
If you've got the guts, come and hit me!
The restroom was still bustling with activity. Chen Chuan's mockery was as sarcastic as ever, while Zhu Yiba's roars shook the glass door.

Outside the restroom, Chen Shu, who had been waiting for a while, leaned against the wall of the corridor by the door, lit a cigarette, took a few deep drags, and smiled slightly, showing no surprise at the farce inside.

The smoke rose in swirls above his head, and he just watched it slowly.

Chen Shu's gaze pierced through the smoke, as if he were considering something, or perhaps he wasn't thinking about anything at all.

A moment later, a rare sense of loss emanated from inside.

"Chen Chuan, I'm not arguing with you anymore. My father has sent men."

"I may never be able to avenge my comrades in this lifetime."

Chen Shu, squinting, straightened up, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray above the trash can, and strode out with firm steps.

Outside the hotel.

Having already eaten three bowls of Crossing-the-Bridge Rice Noodles and two baskets of xiaolongbao, soldier Xiao Wang leaned back on a small stool, patted his slightly swollen belly, and sighed with satisfaction, his voice slightly nasal.

"Squad leader, this place is paradise compared to the team!"

After saying that, Xiao Wang suddenly sniffed the air, turned around quickly, and shouted towards the stove, "Boss lady, another cup of soy milk, with extra sugar! No, two cups!"

The square-faced man glanced at the new recruit who was already letting loose on his first day of duty, said nothing, and casually picked up the teapot from the small table and poured hot water into his cup.

As the steam dissipated, the hotel entrance in the square-faced man's eyes appeared somewhat blurry.

It's blurry and I can't see clearly.

"Squad leader, here, this is for you!" Xiao Wang slurped up his freshly made soy milk while handing it to his old squad leader with his other hand. "Squad leader, it's cold, warm yourself up."

The square-faced man initially wanted to refuse, but the weather was indeed a bit cold, so he took it after thinking about it. He lowered his head and breathed on it, which warmed his hands a bit.

Although his soldier is a chatterbox, this is a common problem among those who are often on field missions, and it's not a major flaw.

Although he may look naive, Xiao Wang's skills are truly impressive. He has fought with other squads in the team and has never embarrassed his old squad leader, making him look good in front of his fellow veterans.

To be honest, if it were a one-on-one match in the ring according to the rules, he probably wouldn't be a match for Xiao Wang.

Although he lacks practical experience, his daily training is among the best in the team.

On the other hand, he can be considered one of his most outstanding disciples. Of course, capable people all have this bad habit: despite their seemingly carefree exterior, they are incredibly proud at heart.

Apart from him, the old squad leader, no one else could really keep him in check.

Oh, right, and he's also very talkative, a total chatterbox. The kind of person who can talk to the wall even if you leave him in a quiet corner.

Thinking of this, the square-faced man smiled slightly and habitually patted the outside of his right leg. It was a pair of pants with unusually neat wear marks, the unique wrinkles formed by wearing a quick-release holster for a long time.

The details were inadvertently revealed.

"Hey."

Suddenly, a figure abruptly sat down opposite the square-faced man and greeted him quite naturally.

For a moment, the square-faced man regretted his earlier laxity, glanced at his disciple, and found him equally astonished.

Clearly, neither of them was aware of this uninvited guest.

The fog was quite thick in the morning, and at first glance, it was difficult to see the person's face clearly. However, judging from their calm tone and composed movements, they were probably not an enemy.

Ah, it's been years since I've seen a real enemy back home.

The tension in his square face had miraculously eased somewhat.

"Squad leader, have you eaten yet?" The newcomer greeted him with a standard address and greeting within the Chinese military, then slightly turned to the side and waved to the proprietress, "Three baskets of xiaolongbao and three cups of soy milk."

The proprietress's eyes crinkled into a smile; it seemed she could close up shop and go home early today.

Unsurprisingly, she figured it out. Judging from their identical short haircuts and lean physiques, they were definitely soldiers.
Whether soldiers from Yunnan Province are strong or not has never been verified over the years.

But these people have the appetite of ten people.

A legendary story circulating in the area tells of how, during a military training exercise, the troops, while resting, broadened the horizons of the local people.

Eating sugarcane without spitting out the pulp, eating apples without spitting out the core, and even eating roast chicken without spitting out a single bone—these are not uncommon occurrences. Eventually, the common people became numb to it all.

If you didn't know better, you'd think they were a band of refugees from ancient times, raiding other people's territories during a famine.

The proprietress carried a tray and quickly placed three layers of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and three cups of soy milk on the table.

The man smiled slightly and nodded to the proprietress, then pointed to the two people sitting next to him, indicating that he would give the soy milk to them. He then lowered his head and began to eat.

The square-faced man calmed himself down and sized up his overly friendly new friend.

Even the ordinary people selling goods on the roadside could guess the approximate identities of these three. As a veteran of the Ninth Bureau who had been leading teams on duty for many years, the square-faced man naturally saw some clues.

Although the other person's face was obscured as they ate with their head down, their exposed neck was thick and strong with clearly defined muscles, and the carotid artery could be seen bulging like steel bars when they swallowed.

The hands holding the small steamer basket were rough and strong, with calluses visible on the palms, especially on the base of the thumb and the knuckles.

This place is most likely a result of prolonged handling of firearms.

Hey, that's a bit mysterious!

"Squad leader, where did you join the army?" The mysterious man finished his breakfast in a few bites, looked up, wiped his mouth, and asked casually.

"New" benefited from the peaceful environment in China over the past decade. The square-faced man didn't think much of it and had already regarded the other party as one of his own.

hiss!
It's him!

The square-faced man's answer came to an abrupt end.

When he saw the other person's face clearly, he was suddenly startled. The plastic cup of soy milk in his hand was gripped so tightly that spiderweb-like cracks appeared, and the soy milk dripped from between his fingers onto the table.

The square-faced man stared intently at the diagonal scar across the other man's left eyebrow, and memories of discussing the violent incident that occurred a year ago in the coal mine in southern Xinjiang with his colleagues in the team came flooding back to him.

The police officer Chen who single-handedly took down more than a dozen fully armed rioters was sitting right next to him, eating the same steamed buns and drinking the same sweet soy milk.

"Yes, soy milk tastes better when it's salty."

The other person's tone was as if they had bumped into a colleague at a food stall near their workplace before work and were casually commenting on the breakfast they were eating together.

After saying that, Officer Chen put down the cup in his hand, looked up, and smiled at the square-faced man.