Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 900 Bilateral Police Cooperation
This female leader from the International Affairs Department of the Provincial Government had a neat, short haircut and a sharp gaze that swept around the meeting room. However, when she looked at her own people, she became more approachable.

He's clearly a key employee who's been handling things on the front lines for years—the elite kind.

42-year-old Yingjie has been a police officer for nearly 20 years. Her major in school was international relations, and she thought she would work in diplomacy, foreign companies, or at the very least, foreign trade.

Twenty years ago, those who worked in foreign affairs were inexplicably more ambitious than others, perhaps because China was not strong at that time.

As a result, Yingjie unexpectedly became a police officer. At first, she was on the front line of criminal investigation, assisting investigators in handling cases involving female criminal suspects. Later, she was spotted by her superiors and transferred to the International Division of the Provincial Public Security Department.

He did this for many years.

Her specialty is coordinating police resources between the two countries to handle transnational cases.

In the provincial public security department of Yunnan Province, Sister Ying saw many young police officers who were promoted to various positions at a young age. Some of them were graduates of top universities, while others were second-generation officials who entered the government through their connections.

She was handsome and talented, but among so many young people, very few could catch her eye. This was the pride that Yingjie, who had aspired to be a diplomat since childhood, kept hidden in her heart.

These people are excellent, but they are also arrogant. This self-righteous pride, which makes them think they are invincible, is nothing more than pretty boys in the eyes of Sister Ying, who has seen it all before.

"Sister Ying, Chen Shu has been to the Southern Frontier." Because he needed her help, and because Sister Ying's rank was indeed higher than Ma Rongcheng's, the older Ma Rongcheng addressed Sister Ying as "sister."

Yingjie said, "Oh, I know about the Xinjiang aid program. Our department was allocated a spot this year, and Xiao Zhang volunteered to go so that his twins could get into a good primary school. I think he ended up being assigned to a detention center. Tsk tsk, it's a desert, there's nothing for miles around. You have to stay in this environment for a year, and if you want to get promoted when you come back, you have to stay for three years. It's really not easy."

Supporting Xinjiang is a long-term task. Although it's a long journey to southern Xinjiang, it's actually quite common within the public security system. You can easily name several colleagues, classmates, and friends who have participated in the support work in Xinjiang.

To put it bluntly, being sent to Xinjiang is similar to receiving a third-class merit award; it's not something particularly worth boasting about within the public security system. However, the shrewd and calculating Ma Rongcheng must have had his reasons for bringing this up.

Ma Rongcheng continued, "Sister Ying, do you still remember that coal mine riot in southern Xinjiang?"

Sister Ying said, "Old Ma, how could I not remember a case with such a huge international impact? This is my job. And let me tell you, I've carefully reviewed the internal reports on this case several times from beginning to end."

Ma Wing-shing smiled slightly and asked again, "Sister Ying, have you really seen it?"

"Hey, why would I lie to you about this? Let me tell you, when this case first came out, our boss dragged us out of bed and we were in the conference room late at night looking at the PowerPoint presentation. Tsk tsk, the international community was waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves, but we turned out to be a force to be reckoned with in the shortest amount of time."

As Yingjie was speaking, her body suddenly stiffened, her eyes slowly widened, and she stared at Chen Shu, who was sitting next to her with his lips tightly pursed, with an expression of disbelief.

Since being promoted to deputy director of the International Affairs Office, Yingjie has rarely lost her composure like this. According to her, the affairs within the office are at most the affairs of a province, while the level of affairs they usually handle are matters between countries.

Therefore, in terms of scale, the International Office is a very small unit compared to those large business teams, such as the Criminal Investigation Team, the Traffic Police Team, and the Public Security Team. However, Sister Ying's momentum in handling affairs is never low, and that's why.

"Secretary Chen. Secretary Chen, Secretary Chen." Sister Ying was a little excited, repeating the name. After a few minutes, she finally regained her composure and smiled, "I didn't expect you to be a national hero. I remember the Xinjiang government nominated you for a first-class merit, right?"

As she spoke, Yingjie's eyes darted around Chen Shu several times.

The colleague in front of me from Donghai Province was deep and reserved. According to the information, he worked as a grassroots special police officer. His demeanor and temperament were much better than those guys who sat in the office all day.

Even across that long conference table, Yingjie could clearly smell the strong masculine scent emanating from him; otherwise, Ma Rongcheng wouldn't have come over so readily at a mere call.

She was a deputy section chief, after all, and not someone to be trifled with. Sister Ying laughed; she hadn't expected to find such a romantic figure hidden in this bilateral police exchange, someone who would dare to leave the organization for his girlfriend.

If it were her group of so-called provincial elites, without a doubt, the answer would be 100% work-oriented, and how could a girlfriend be more important than a future career?
Sister Ying was absolutely certain.

However, on the other hand, a special police captain from a coastal city traveled more than 10,000 miles to fight on the front line in southern Xinjiang, making an unparalleled contribution under the premise of peacetime.

The other is a journalist who, instead of working a stable job, insists on going to the hellish north of Myanmar, just to expose this hell to the world.

These two are a perfect match.

After all these years, Sister Ying once again experienced a rare moment of being moved.

"Chen Shu, tell me, what do you want to do?" Sister Ying sat up straight, blinked, and stared at Chen Shu, the guy who single-handedly saved the Southern Xinjiang Public Security Bureau, with her big eyes that were as bright as ever.

Chen Shu said seriously, "Director Yingying, my thoughts are..."

Sister Ying waved her hand and said directly, "Just call me Sister Ying, please continue."

Chen Shu took out his phone, opened Zhang Yang's profile on Douyin, and pointed at it, saying, "Sister Ying, I've been to northern Myanmar and stayed there for quite some time. As long as I can find out where Zhang Yang is, I'm confident I can rescue her. Can you use the technical means of the Myanmar side or Yunnan Province to locate Zhang Yang's position?"

"Can't get through on the phone?"

"I can't get through, and I've tried other social media apps, but I still can't reach them. I guess their phones were confiscated when they entered the park."

"How did your girlfriend start the live stream? And how did she upload the video online?"

Chen Shu patiently tapped on Zhang Yang's personal profile on Douyin on his phone: "Sister Ying, so I think we should be able to find some clues by investigating in this direction."

Yingjie nodded: "I don't understand the technical stuff, but I still think that the danger of you going alone is secondary. The main thing is that you might be wasting your time. In rescue operations like this, time is the most important thing, the golden time."

"Sister Ying."

"Chen Shu, don't rush, let me explain first. You may not know yet what we've brought such a large team here for."

"what's up?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Yingjie stood up and faced the door.

Police Commissioner Min-joon, who had changed into his police uniform at some point, bent down and opened the door with a beaming smile, leading in three high-ranking Chinese police officers who stood ramrod straight.

They were not Yunnan police officers who had come with Chen Shu and the others on the bus.

Those were police officers from Beijing.