Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 909 Badura (Part 2)
The Strand Hotel.

This hotel is considered a very prestigious place in Myanmar, with its history dating back to the colonial period more than a hundred years ago. Although it has undergone countless renovations, its interior design still blends Victorian aesthetics.

The corridor floor is paved with black and white checkered marble, and at the end is a floor-to-ceiling shutter with a classic French flair, which serves to bring in a little warm and inviting natural light from outside.

The walls on both sides are decorated with dark teak paneling, and under the warm yellow light of brass wall lamps, black and white photos that record the history of the hotel are hung, including early European explorers, visiting diplomats from various countries, and even Qing Dynasty people with queues.

It felt like going back to the past.

Badulla leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and slowly smoked it, while his soldiers sat in a corner far away, playing cards, occasionally cheering when they won and expressing their frustration when they lost.

In the past, as a company commander, Badulla would have been determined to stop such behavior that damaged the image of soldiers. Compared to the Burmese military government forces, which were more like armed settlers, they were an elite mobile division.

The Southern Continent is now a battlefield. Not to mention that the Southern Monkeys next door are eyeing them covetously, even the Western White Elephant, which has always been a laughing stock, has been spending money to purchase the world's most advanced weapons and equipment in recent years.

In Badulla's view, a war was inevitable sooner or later.

As a soldier, he naturally had to train his men well before that battle, so that they could achieve great things when that day came.

However, after returning from his exchange program at a military academy in China, Badulla suddenly lost his spirit and never mentioned striving for self-improvement again.

The gap between them is simply too great, whether in terms of military skills or troop discipline. This applies not only to officers but also to the lowest-ranking soldiers, who are worlds apart from them.

Not to mention their powerful ships and cannons.

For example, the Chinese fleet that is currently docked in their country's port.

That was a fully equipped fleet, arriving without a word.

For what?
Isn't this just a group of police officers who came to crack down on telecom fraud?

Thinking of this, Badulla took a deep drag on his cigarette, recalling the large characters he saw every day in the dormitory lobby when he was exchanging ideas at a military academy in China.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten.

As a native of Myanmar, Badulla was well aware of the profits that the telecom fraud industry brought them. Not to mention anything else, many of his men were actually supported by these telecom fraud companies.

In Myanmar, if you want to join the army and get a share of the communal meals, the first thing you have to do is hand over your family members to your superiors. This is both a form of restraint and a way of surrendering.

The officer in charge also had to support these soldiers and the families they brought with them.

So here's the question: how will the officers, whose source of income has been cut off, feed so many mouths?
So many officers loudly proclaimed that they wanted to challenge their northern neighbor, but the problem is, they couldn't even beat the two northern neighbors who had been defeated by them, yet they fantasized about fighting the northern neighbor. What a joke!

Badulla, who had returned from studying abroad, belonged to the clear-headed young and middle-aged generation. People would naturally assume that the young and middle-aged generation were hot-blooded and impetuous, but that's not the case. When it comes to the weak and opportunistic people in the country, they are indeed the young and middle-aged generation with a tough attitude.

When dealing with envoys from major powers, they are more like guides, leading the country towards peace and prosperity.

Take, for example, the naval dock commander stationed near the port. When he saw the Chinese fleet coming to his door, his first reaction was to stand at attention and warmly welcome their visit for exchange and learning.

And those spineless cowards who took bribes from telecom fraud companies and only know how to yell—they're clearly trying to commit telecom fraud with guns pointed at their heads, how could they possibly disagree?
After swiftly dealing with the stubborn factions within the government, it immediately responded to the various countries, stating that this was a normal diplomatic visit at their invitation, not a forced visit.

Badura's hand holding the cigarette suddenly trembled, and the ash fell onto the black and white checkered marble. A gust of wind swept in through the blinds at the end of the corridor.

The cigarette ash disappeared in an instant. The telecom fraud industry is pretty much finished.

Instead of resisting pressure from the northern neighbor and engaging in underhanded dealings, it would be better to fully cooperate with them and take advantage of this lull to enrich themselves and strengthen their own capabilities.

Now that it is clear that the telecom fraud industry will be ended by external forces, the most important thing at present is how to smoothly transfer the huge wealth accumulated by telecom fraud companies over the years into their hands.

This is the consensus among Badulla and other young and middle-aged people.

This is also why they volunteered to stand in the hotel corridors and lobby today, and even guard the police station like those lowly pioneer groups.

boom.

The door to the guests' room was opened, and a group of people came out pushing their luggage.

Badulla threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and instantly changed his expression, greeting him with a beaming smile.

"Commander, how can I help you?"

In the shortest possible time, Badullah had received accurate information from his colleagues at the police department that this group was a police team led by a police officer surnamed Chen.

This Officer Chen is a confidant of Dong Gaoguan, the second-in-command of the special task force visiting China this time, and is also the first commander to be appointed in this joint operation, with the enforcement area being Dalalin.

Badura thought to himself: Darallin is Angsorin's territory. After more than ten years of careful cultivation by Angsorin, that place must be incredibly rich.

It's a good pig.

Ah, no, it's a good place.

Having made up her mind, Badura jogged over and helped Chen Shu carry his luggage. Although she was puzzled, she immediately pushed the luggage to the elevator and pressed the button.

After catching his breath, Badulla asked knowingly, "Commander, where are you going? You have so much luggage to carry, do you need me to drive you?"

Without waiting for Chen Shu's reply, Badulla waved to his deputy, and the soldiers there were quickly organized and began to pack up their equipment.

In Badulla's mind, he was already prepared to go to the Dalalin area with this commander, but Chen Shu did not think so. He simply took his luggage and went to the police station, where there were vehicles arranged by Sister Ying and accompanying Burmese police officers.

Chen Shu thought that this enthusiastic Burmese soldier was just like the guards he used to protect high-ranking officials who came to Dongzhou for inspections when he was in the special police force.

"Alright, then please take us to the Yangon Region Police Headquarters." Chen Shu waved his hand and politely pulled the suitcase from the other person's hands back to his side.

He was not used to the local customs in Myanmar where superiors were respected.

Inside the elevator, Badullah made his final arrangements over the walkie-talkie. When they came out of the elevator, three yellow military pickup trucks were already parked in front of the hotel.

The heavy machine gun on the truck bed gleamed in the sunlight.

aggressive.

As Chen Shu and Badu La left in military vehicles, about ten minutes later, another group of Burmese soldiers in green uniforms and fully armed drove into the hotel in a row of military vehicles.

Under the command of the officers, they marched in formation into the hotel lobby.