Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 853 The Persuaded Class Monitor (Part 2)

Just as Zhu Yiba thought Chen Chuan was causing trouble again and was about to turn around and scold him, he heard the steady voice of his captain.

Back then, Zhu Yiba, whom Chen Chuan called "Master Jing," "escaped" from the front lines in Yunnan Province and chose Dongzhou City, a small, third-tier city in Donghai Province, because he was drawn to the local tradition of being known as "Jiangdong rats" in China.

This feeling is like a top student in a prestigious class at school who underperforms in several exams and gets scores far below his usual level. After the pressure increases dramatically, his first thought is often to escape and go to a regular class.

Regardless of the objective reasons, deep down, these students still have their own sense of superiority, believing that no matter how excellent the students in the regular classes are, they are definitely not as good as those from the key classes.

Zhu Yiba is a case in point. As an outstanding military officer who consistently excels, and with a family background rooted in Beijing, he is accustomed to being protected and having high expectations, and lacks genuine experience in dealing with setbacks.

Prioritizing academic performance while neglecting psychological development makes one an elite, but a fragile one at that.

These people are often highly intelligent, hardworking, and highly capable in their professional fields. They also have connections and backgrounds, but if they want to go further, they need to hone their mental resilience.

This is the fundamental reason why, despite the abundance of children of officials, military personnel, and even wealthy individuals, very few truly stand out from the crowd.

"Zhu Yiba, let's go." The deputy captain had his back to Zhu Yiba, his voice steady.

Leave? Where can we go?
Those two guys over there are obviously from the military.

And then there's Brother Lin, whose whereabouts are currently unknown. This group of people is clearly here to take me away.
Zhu Yiba glanced at the deputy captain who had already walked away with his backpack, then turned his head to look at the two guards who were still eating breakfast at the roadside stall across the street.

"Old Zhu, what are you thinking about! Hurry up and let's go! We're heading to northern Myanmar! Everyone's waiting!" Chen Chuan urged, leaping past Zhu Yiba and chasing after Chen Shu.

The young master from Dongzhou jogged quickly, still acting carefree.

"Hehe." Ma Rongcheng, who had figured things out a bit, didn't say anything, but a complicated look flashed in his eyes. He patted Zhu Yiba's shoulder like Chen Shu had done.

Just as Ma Rongcheng was about to leave, Zhu Yiba grabbed his forearm tightly and asked urgently, "Expert Ma, didn't you say yesterday that you had found the person? That the other side would send the person to us in a few days. Why do we still have to go to northern Myanmar?"

Ma Rongcheng chuckled and said, "Coincidentally, the request for assistance that the department sent to Interpol a few months ago was approved. Yesterday, the chief specifically instructed that the quota be given to us. After Officer Chen found out, he decided to go directly to Myanmar to pick up the person, to avoid any accidents on the way. Well, Officer Chen's decision was just communicated to me. He was still dawdling yesterday. You see, I hadn't even prepared a change of clothes."

Zhu Yiba was surprised and said quickly, "Our plan has changed just like that? Isn't going to northern Myanmar too risky? Anyway, the person will definitely be sent over, can't we just wait a few days?"

Ma Rongcheng thought to himself: You're the one who most wants to go to northern Myanmar, but now you're the one creating obstacles for yourself. Isn't that contradictory? Aren't you tired?

Despite his thoughts, Ma Rongcheng treated him like a younger man, patiently explaining, "Young man, things that change your life require taking risks, and truly meaningful things always happen by chance. You should know that only unimportant things require a thorough plan."

As he spoke, Ma Rongcheng thought that a plan to implement his provincial department's staffing would come to mind, but instead, something else came to his mind.

More than a decade ago, he was a young criminal police officer with thick hair. By chance, he stumbled upon a clue about a suspect in a serious injury case.

As a result, the investigation was abandoned due to various objective reasons. There were so many reasons that Ma Rongcheng forgot why he gave up.

Looking back now, he still carries a deep sense of regret and self-blame for the victims, a feeling he would probably carry even if he were burned to ashes.

Back then, I was just a young man, and I didn't even have anyone to talk to.

Although I've been a criminal investigator my whole life, no one can guarantee being 100% correct. But I can't get over that hurdle in my heart; it's like a thorn that's always stuck there.

Ma Rongcheng adjusted the backpack in his hand and said confidently, "Xiao Zhu, what are you thinking about? Just follow your captain, you can't go wrong!"

and many more!

Chen Da just came from the other side!

In an instant, Zhu Yiba suddenly realized what was going on. Although he didn't know the reason, he felt a sense of relief for some reason.

Looking across at the breakfast stall, he saw that the two men with buzz cuts were sitting together for some reason, just eating with their heads down and not looking in his direction anymore.

Zhu Yiba let out a long sigh, smiled self-deprecatingly, and felt no more unease or entanglement in his heart. He quickly followed, his footsteps pounding loudly.

Watching this burly man go from being silent and timid at the beginning to being full of vigor now, clenching his two fists as big as a casserole dish, he charged out like a tank.

Ma Rongcheng strolled leisurely at the back, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the breakfast stall across the street.

A new young man had appeared at the stall sometime earlier, looking at them. He also had a buzz cut and a tall, upright figure, clearly a leader from the military.

The two men with buzz cuts who were eating breakfast earlier were now standing behind the leader, looking dejected, like children who had done something wrong.

It is said that military orders are as firm as mountains, and it is clear that the other side deliberately let the enemy off the hook while taking a risk. Ma Rongcheng shook his head and sighed.

Long ago, the military and police were not separated. For veteran police officers like Ma Rongcheng, both sides were their own people.

"It's so good to be young. Hey, I feel like I've become younger too."

"Hey, I'm eager to feel young for a while, but I don't know if my old back can handle the journey."

With his hands behind his back and a satisfied smile on his face, Ma Rongcheng walked away leisurely.

Opposite of the road.

The young man who happened to arrive stood ramrod straight, his gaze unabashedly fixed on the hotel entrance where Zhu Yiba and his group were.

Behind him stood two plainclothes soldiers, both with their heads slightly bowed. The younger one's ears had turned bright red, whether from the cold or some other reason was unknown.

The young man stood there for a long time, until the group of people in his field of vision had all left, before slowly taking out his phone. Before making a call, he glanced at the two soldiers standing behind him.

The squad leader was quick-witted; he pulled the young soldier aside and made him stand far away.

beep.

"Mr. Zhu, this is Xiao Lin."

"The person is gone."

There was only static in the receiver.

Brother Lin swallowed hard and said, "Old Zhu, last year's border incident caused Xiao Zhu to become despondent. Ultimately, it was the sacrifice of his comrades that he could never let go of. There's no way to escape it."

Brother Lin changed his form of address and said solemnly, "Commander, Xiao Zhu grew up in this compound and is a true soldier. Can you really bear to let him sink into depravity and stay in the countryside, letting his bones soften? You often say that bullets should teach children how to be good people, and now it's time for Xiao Zhu to be reborn."

Although the other party couldn't see him, Brother Lin snapped to attention and said firmly, "Please rest assured, Commander, I watched Xiao Zhu grow up, and I will definitely bring him back to the capital safely!"

After a long pause, a reply finally came from the other end. The voice did not have the authority that Brother Lin should have given the leader; it sounded more like a worried old father.

"Xiao Lin, I didn't expect you to support Zhu Yiba."

"Hey, I get it."

Before the leader could speak, Brother Lin naturally didn't dare to hang up the phone first. After a while, Old Zhu suddenly asked on the phone, "How is that policeman named Chen Shu?"

Brother Lin squinted.

Lin Ge knew better than anyone the ins and outs of this operation and the reasons why Zhu Yiba decided to go to Myanmar for revenge.

Before coming to Yunnan Province, he had already decided on the plane that no matter what happened or what explanations Zhu Yiba gave, he would bring Zhu Yiba back to the capital.

As for why he suddenly chose to give up at this crucial moment?
It must have been that person's words that moved him.

His tone was so relaxed, and his smile was so bright.

"Do you know why I have no regrets? Because I took revenge with my own hands."

They are all veterans who retired from the front lines. Who among them doesn't have some deep-seated grudges? A man's duty in this world is to act with a clear conscience.

So Brother Lin didn't blame the square-faced squad leader who was keeping watch.

With no one around, Brother Lin subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, feeling a little embarrassed for having been eavesdropping while sitting next to him. But then he realized that the police officer surnamed Chen might have been deliberately telling him what was going on.

Shrugging, Brother Lin took out a cigarette and lit it. As the first puff of smoke mixed with water vapor escaped from his nostrils, he realized, "Good heavens, it's raining."