Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 903 Just live
As soon as the press conference ended, Sister Ying told Chen Shu to wait for her message in the conference room, and then left with Ma Rongcheng from her workplace.

Xiao Wang leaned closer, first glancing down at the corner where they were, then lowering his voice and saying, "Director Chen, this Deputy Director Ying seems to be trying to pull us into their inner circle. Do you think this will help us in investigating the Four Policemen case?"

Chen Shu glanced at the other person and thought to himself, "This is Zhu Ting's personal secretary? How come she doesn't have the shrewdness and social skills that a secretary should have?"

He thought for a moment and explained, "Brother, I'm not trying to defend myself, but sometimes you can't get what you want. For example, do you know how the coal mine explosion case in southern Xinjiang that Expert Ma mentioned was solved?"

"Hmm! How did you break it?"

Xiao Wang immediately became interested. Counter-terrorism cases like this, which combine logical reasoning with gunfights, are incredibly tempting for police officers like him who work in offices at the provincial department, and are a perennial topic of conversation among young officers.

"Cough cough."

Chen Shu coughed twice, and waited for Xiao Wang to sit up straight before whispering the answer: "It's..." He paused, then pointed to his head with his index finger, smiled slightly, and said, "I solved it with my brain."

Click.

Xiao Wang's computer crashed, and to his surprise, the usually serious Officer Chen started making silly jokes with him.

Chen Shu smiled and revealed the real answer: "It's all about luck."

However, with Sister Ying's guarantee and China's clear stance on cracking down on gambling fraud, Chen Shu felt much more at ease.

He knew in his heart that he wasn't Superman, and this wasn't a scene from the movie "Wolf Warrior." How could someone possibly rush into a heavily armed no-man's-land with their bare hands and rescue Zhang Yang, who was trapped in northern Myanmar?

If the clues given by Ma Rongcheng's friend, the deputy director surnamed Zhang, were accurate, Zhang Yang's group consisted of three people, one of whom must have been the photographer, Xiao Zhao.

Thinking of Xiao Zhao, Chen Shu couldn't help but take out his phone and glance at it. It was quiet; there were no incoming calls or WeChat messages.

Last year, Xiao Zhao called him in tears, saying that he and Zhang Yang had gone to Myanmar to film a program, but Zhang Yang was arrested.

This kid, all he does when something happens is cry.

Fortunately, I knew to call him immediately.

Chen Shu shook his head with a wry smile. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he subconsciously unlocked his phone to call Xiao Zhao.

beep.

The receiver went dead. Chen Shu instinctively held his breath. A few seconds later, the other end answered the phone, the voice on the other end sounding very agitated.

"Hey! Officer Chen? You fucking cop?"

Chen Shu stood up and walked to the corner, saying as he went, "Yes, I'm a policeman. Let Xiao Zhao answer the phone."

There was a sudden silence on the receiver, followed by a few seconds of loud laughter, and then a pattering sound.

This is because the other person took their mouth away from the microphone, resulting in a hollow sound.

"Holy crap, he really is a cop? Should I give him the call?"

"What are you afraid of? Do you think the cops can fly over and arrest us?"

"Try him! Fuck his dad! I've never cursed a cop before! This is exciting!"

"Hey! You damn cop! Fuck you! Come and arrest me? Arrest me for what? Hehehe~"

A few seconds later, the man answered the phone again: "Officer, I'm telling you, contact this kid's family right now and tell them to transfer two million, or you can expect to see his corpse!"

call.

Chen Shu breathed a sigh of relief. From the other person's words, he knew that Xiao Zhao was still alive. Although he might suffer a lot, being alive was the most important thing.

"Okay, I promise you. Now let Xiao Zhao answer the phone."

There was another silence on the other end, before the call ended with the words, "Once the money arrives, I'll video call you to meet."

About ten minutes later, a text message with Xiao Zhao's phone number arrived, indicating a transfer of Bitcoin to them.

We won't send money until we see the person.

After replying, Chen Shu pursed his lips, feeling a tightness in his chest.

The park's disciplinary rooms are for punishing offenders.

Xiao Zhao stood in the room, hunched over, looking down at the ground, his whole body trembling violently, trying to shrink into the corner timidly.

The big dog stood up from the sofa, took the stick from someone else, and vented all his anger on the little guy.

"You son of a bitch! Are you tired of living?!"

Big Dog first hit Xiao Zhao with a few sticks, causing Xiao Zhao to squat on the ground with his hands covering his head, not daring to resist. Then, Big Dog gathered his strength, took two steps forward, and kicked Xiao Zhao again.

Xiao Zhao flew backward like a kite with a broken string, knocking over several chairs along the way before crashing into a hard wooden table and rolling onto the ground.

"stand up!"

Big Dog raised his stick, pointed it at Little Zhao lying on the ground, and roared, "I told you to get up!"

Xiao Zhao clutched his chest and struggled to his feet.

At this moment, Big Dog swung the stick backward and smashed it directly on Xiao Zhao's head. Xiao Zhao's head shook violently, and even the water that had been soaked in cold water on his head was shaken off. He then fell forward and collapsed to the ground.

The big dog went berserk, raising the stick high and preparing to smash it down on the back of Xiao Zhao's head again.

At this moment, Xiao Zhao's supervisor, business manager Li Song, rushed over, grabbed Big Dog's hand that was swinging the stick, and hurriedly said, "Brother Dog, you can't, you can't! If you cripple them, it won't just be a matter of those two scoundrels, but the boss won't be able to explain it to General!"

"Do you need to tell me?" Big Dog waved his muscular arms and poked Li Song's chest with his fingers.

Li Song raised his hands and stepped back, waiting for the furious look in Big Dog's eyes to subside a little before speaking, "Brother Dog, how about I give it a try?"

He understood Big Dog's anger. The man he always called Brother Xia had actually cut off Big Dog's finger with cigar cutters in the private room.

If it were him, he would go crazy too.

However, the inside videos of their park are now circulating all over the internet, which has infuriated General Angsuo. He has given the boss, Mr. Wu, a death order to bring back Zhang Yang and Li Xia, who filmed the videos.

The big dog's face was completely red, and it was panting like a cow.

"Big Dog, let him give it a try." Old Wu, who had been sitting silently on the sofa, made the decision. With the boss speaking, Big Dog naturally had no objections, pointing at Li Song and saying, "Alright, let's see what tricks this Zorro Song has up his sleeve."

Li Song took a white towel and a hammer from the table and chuckled, "Mr. Wu, this guy's body parts are still in good condition. If the general sees this later, he'll think we're slacking off. I'm planning to give him a big job."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhao, who was lying on the ground, began to tremble uncontrollably, his elbows and knees hitting the tiles with a clattering sound.

"Chen Chen. Chen. Help. Help. Help."

Xiao Zhao's teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and even his breathing through his nose was trembling, making it difficult for him to speak clearly.

Tears and snot were all over my face.

Yangon, Police Headquarters.

Ma Rongcheng, who is over forty years old, is very simple. As a well-known front-line criminal investigation expert in Yunnan Province, after working countless days and nights, he came to a conclusion.

Business performance is of no use whatsoever.

He just wanted to find a comfortable position to occupy, and the most important thing was to curry favor with leaders who had real power. Then, taking advantage of any slip of the tongue from the leaders, he would naturally get promoted.

So nowadays, Ma Rongcheng is very simple. He simply wants to find a leader who respects him, and that leader can help him secure a permanent position in the provincial department.

After all, his real identity was only temporarily transferred to the provincial department, and who knows, one day he might have to obediently return to the police station to work the night shift at the slightest word from his superiors.

In the past, he would have been used to it, but now that he's gotten used to fine food, asking him to go back to being a poor, hardworking animal would be worse than killing him.

This joint Chinese-Myanmar operation presents an excellent opportunity.

Meanwhile, Yingjie, the deputy director of the International Affairs Office, proposed to the executive deputy director that Chen Shu, a policeman from another province, be appointed as the commander of one of the law enforcement teams, but was rebuffed. She is currently pouting and sulking on the side.

In law enforcement operations involving the national level, this is the best opportunity to make a name for oneself. People are even fighting over the soup among their own, so why would they rush to send it to people from other provinces?

This guy has absolutely no sense of propriety; no wonder he got a rude scolding from Director Dong.

However, now Old Ma is in Cao Cao's camp but his heart is with Han, and he and Chen Shu are in the same boat. After all, with his temporary status in the provincial department, he probably won't even get a drop of soup, but if Chen Shu can get a bite of meat, he'll definitely get a piece of meat in return.

As you get older, you become more realistic.

"Director Dong, if this matter is handed over to someone else, I'm afraid it will turn a good thing into a bad thing, and end up in a mess."

Ma Rongcheng stood ramrod straight, his tone leaving no room for argument. He believed that although this provincial executive was of a much higher rank than others, he must have also set foot on this foreign land with the ambition to make a name for himself, after all, there were still higher peaks waiting ahead.

Therefore, sending out a danger signal will definitely attract the other party's attention.

The provincial department's executive director looked over. He had heard of this well-known criminal investigation expert in the department. After all, the murder cases that couldn't be solved in the province would eventually fall on this guy. And the leaders were generally very friendly to people with solid technical skills.

Director Dong smiled slightly, using a subtle, sarcastic tone characteristic of those in a superior position: "Detective Ma, then tell me, why was the command of the Dalalin region handed over to this Chen...Chen?" Reminded by his secretary, Director Dong said "Oh," and continued, "Why hand it over to this Chen Shu?"

At this critical juncture, when Dong Ting was clearly determined to place his own people in important positions, if Ma Rongcheng were to explain Chen Shu's strengths and competences compared to others in front of the leader, it would be considered a lack of tact.

The only solution is to propose a higher level of profit distribution; only in this way can this one of the only two bigwigs in Yunnan Province's public security system be kept in check. Above the provincial level, the only other option is Beijing in the north.

Ma Rongcheng knew nothing about Chen Shu's background, but that didn't stop this veteran criminal investigator, who had climbed up from the front lines, from noticing subtle connections between Chen Shu and the capital.

Ma Rongcheng said, "Director Dong, do you remember the time a while ago when Secretary Chen came to our department with a letter of introduction from Donghai Province, and you personally went downstairs to receive him?"

Because telecom fraud is rampant across the country, police officers from all over the country come to report every day with letters of introduction from their units. The number of people and units involved is very large, but the number of cases that require the Executive Director to personally receive is so small that you can count them on your fingers in a year.

Furthermore, in Chen Shu's team, there was a second-generation official from Beijing who was transferred to the military. Although he seemed like an honest and simple person, his background particularly amazed Ma Rongcheng.

As a top detective in the provincial department, he had seen a lot, but the sight of two young men from the Ninth Bureau sitting openly at the hotel entrance waiting for Zhu Yiba that morning was quite an unusual spectacle in the eyes of insiders.

Then there was Xiao Wang, who came later. After getting to know him over the past few days, Ma Rongcheng discovered that this guy was actually the executive secretary of the Donghai Provincial Department. Although this kind of secretary is not of a high rank, being close to the leader makes his words carry a lot of weight.

It's no exaggeration to say that he's no less impressive than those chief captains. For someone like him to travel thousands of miles away from his superiors and follow Chen Shu to Yunnan Province, Ma Rongcheng simply doesn't believe there's nothing fishy going on.

As for that playboy who buys luxury cars like they're buying groceries, who throws boxes and boxes of specially supplied yellow cigarettes—the kind that aren't available in the general market—into people's offices, and who casually spends millions to redeem people, his attitude is actually the most low-key in Chen Shu's team.

During the call Ma Rongcheng made to Wang Suo to ransom someone, for a moment, Old Ma, who was standing to the side with the call on speakerphone, even thought that if the other party dared to ask for a staggering 100 million yuan, this young master would agree without hesitation, not for a second.

Therefore, Chen Shu's team is truly remarkable.

But no matter how powerful these people are, they can only deal with Ma Rongcheng, an insignificant ant in the provincial department. If it were a big shot like Director Dong, only the affairs in the capital city in the north could keep him in check.

"Cough cough."

Ma Rongcheng coughed twice and said in a low, affected tone, "On our way from Kunming, we were followed by men from the Ninth Bureau. Director Dong, you know how arrogant those bastards from the Ninth Bureau are in Beijing."

The Ninth Infantry did not follow the entire way; they only caught up at the border.

The person they were following was definitely not Chen Shu, but Zhu Yiba.

Ma Rongcheng certainly wouldn't tell Director Dong this information, as that would easily expose his true intentions. The highest level of lying is when every word you say is true, but when put together, it becomes a huge lie.

The purpose was to create momentum for Chen Shu, to make it seem like he had connections in the capital.

Why should we create momentum for him?

Ma Rongcheng reasoned that the only reason Dong Ting had rejected Ying Jie's suggestion to appoint Chen Shu as commander was that Dong Ting had forgotten about Chen Shu.

The fact that Director Dong was willing to personally come downstairs to receive Chen Shu and the others must have been due to the influence of a higher-level leader. Otherwise, how could Chen Shu, a lowly policeman who wasn't even a section chief, have alarmed Director Dong, who was firmly in second place?

Thinking of this, Ma Rongcheng felt a slight heat rising in his body. He also felt that he had already integrated into this team, and his future was promising, very promising.

And that's why, despite his advanced age, he shamelessly insisted on coming with Chen Shu.

"Oh? Chen Shu, I think I remember now."

Dong Ting's eyes slowly brightened, and Ma Rongcheng, who had been watching all this, could no longer contain his joy. The smile on his lips was so wide that even an AK47 couldn't suppress it. Chen Shu's command was secured!

He felt that he shouldn't confine himself to a small position within the provincial government.

He is still young, and a wider world awaits him.

Hey! It's too tiring in China, it's better abroad! In that instant, Ma Rongcheng suddenly thought of the J-10 fighter jet that had shown its prowess in the India-Pakistan conflict. You know, if this guy were in China, it would be covered in a plastic bag and waiting to be retired.

(End of this chapter)