Police officer Chen Shu

"Not carrying a gun?"

Chen Shu looked at Ma Rongcheng, who was motionless, and asked, "It's very chaotic here. It's good to have something for self-defense."

Ma Rongcheng spread his hands and said with a wry smile, "Every year during the shooting assessment, they load the bullets, turn off the safety, put them on the table, and let me shoot, but I still can't hit anything. Sigh, I don't know how to use it."

Chen Shu nodded and did not continue to persuade him.

As a veteran criminal police officer who has worked at the grassroots level for many years, Chen Shu simply couldn't believe that Ma Rongcheng didn't know how to use a gun. However, everyone has their own ideas, and you can't force them to.

Sometimes what you think is right, and that it's for their own good, may not actually be true from their perspective.

To be honest, it's not necessarily true that anyone is right.

Seeing Jiang Hai standing there motionless, Chen Chuan turned and approached Xiao Wang from the provincial department. Logically, this guy, who worked as a secretary to a bigwig in the provincial department, should be quite capable; if not exceptionally shrewd, he should at least be adept at navigating social situations.

But for some reason, he looks like a recent college graduate.

As a result, Chen Chuan regarded this Secretary Wang as the second Jiang Hai, and would chat with her and pick fights whenever he had nothing to do. Zhu Yiba disapproved of this and said that Chen Chuan was jealous of her graduating from a prestigious university and that he was trying to gain attention because he couldn't get into the university himself.

Chen Chuan didn't care about Zhu Yiba's discrimination, because he was just bored.

"Bro, aren't you going to do it?"

Chen Chuan put his hand on Xiao Wang's shoulder like an old friend and gestured with his chin toward the crowd busily picking out weapons and equipment in the warehouse.

Xiao Wang waved his hands repeatedly: "I've already given my pistol to Officer Chen."

Chen Chuan frowned and asked, "If you don't like carrying guns, why did you bring one here?"

Xiao Wang's eyes lit up: "Northern Myanmar is a chaotic place; it's not safe without a gun."

Chen Chuan felt he couldn't quite understand what was going on; his head was full of colons.

Xiao Wang explained, "I knew you didn't bring any guns, so I brought one just in case."

Chen Chuan finally understood and was stunned. There was actually such a thing. It turned out that this guy had brought the gun specifically for Chen Shu.

Xiao Wang understood Chen Chuan's meaning and didn't mind. He continued, "This gun is just a tool in any of our hands. Only when it falls into Chen Da's hands does it become a gun."

Well, Chen Chuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly went around to the side to find Wang Yan, the beautiful policewoman who had recently joined the team.

Wang Yan, however, was not surprised. She picked out a Type 64 pistol for herself, skillfully pressed the eject button with her thumb, and then quickly pulled back the slide twice with her left hand after taking the magazine.

Click.

Click.

Point the gun towards the corner and pull the trigger; *bang*, the hammer made a crisp sound.

Under the bright lights of the warehouse, Wang Yan's movements were fluid and graceful. After inspecting the gun, she even playfully spun the pistol back into its holster.

"Little Swallow, could you use slow motion next time you inspect a gun? Hehe, I want to learn a couple of tricks to intimidate criminals," Chen Chuan teased, raising an eyebrow as he leaned closer.

Wang Yan's expression suddenly turned serious: "Officer Chen, please show some respect in formal settings." After saying that, she turned and walked away in the direction Chen Shu was.

Chen Chuan stood there, stunned. He looked around the armory filled with weapons and ammunition. Ah, no, the armory in his memory should have been separated into guns and ammunition, with bullets stored in safes, neatly arranged.

This really can't be called a gun depot; Badu's description of it as a warehouse is indeed an accurate one.

But neither the gun depot nor the warehouse can be considered a formal occasion as Wang Yan described, right?

"Officer Wang, you took it too?" Chen Shu looked at Wang Yan, who was without makeup, with some surprise.

"What, can't women carry guns?" Wang Yan's expression changed quickly, sounding a bit coquettish towards Chen Shu. "I'm a police officer with a proper gun license, you know." "That's not what I meant."

"What does that mean?"

"Exactly... you're an embassy employee, is it appropriate for you to just take any gun here? Shouldn't you have your own service weapon?"

“Of course I have a gun,” Wang Yan affirmed without hesitation, then playfully stuck out her tongue and said confidently, “But it’s too much trouble to use my own gun. I have to report even if I don’t shoot. It’s much better to just take their guns and shoot as I please. I can just throw them back after I’m done. Well, it’s fine if they don’t give them to me.”

"It's fine if you don't give it to me?"

"Yeah, just throw it in the river."

"Understood, destroy the evidence."

At the end, Wang Yan gave a bright smile.

At this moment, Chen Shu began to believe that the cousin Yingjie had mentioned had indeed participated in evacuation operations, especially in such a war-torn place.

Recalling Wang Yan's skillful gun-checking actions just moments before, Chen Shu was certain that this young woman was no stranger to using Burmese weapons; she was an experienced user.

"Let's go."

Just then, a group of people suddenly ran out of the small building next door. The person in the lead had a big belly, and the third row of buttons on the collar of his white shirt were taut. He looked like a leader. Behind him was a line of people in black uniforms.

After the main force entered the warehouse, the last few people stood in a row at the warehouse entrance, seemingly blocking Chen Shu and his group.

"lay down your weapon!"

The fat police officer waved his hand, and the SWAT officers standing behind him immediately raised their rifles and aimed them at Chen Shu and his group.

Although Chen Shu and the others couldn't understand what they were saying, they could tell from the other party's posture that they were not to be trifled with, or rather, they were here to cause trouble.

"You broke into the armory without permission and were about to take away weapons. What are your intentions?"

The fat police officer was huge, and his voice was very loud. He blocked the doorway, pointed at Chen Shu and the others, and spoke sharply. He was obviously there to interrogate them.

The problem is, it's rather strange that this guy is questioning Chen Shu and his group of police officers, who are clearly from China, in Burmese.

From the moment the SWAT team ran into the warehouse with their guns, Badulla was puzzled. Logically speaking, most of the weapons in the warehouse were moved from their armory. It was normal for them to sometimes stop by the military camp because it was too far away.

Why is there this whole show again today?

Badula frowned, first looking at Chen Shu and the others. Seeing that everyone was calm and composed, he felt confident. Then he stood in front of Chen Shu and the others, pointing at the fat police officer opposite and cursing.

"You idiots who grew up eating shit! You think you're your own just because you took over our camp?"

"Don't even mention that most of the weapons in this warehouse were left to you by us. Every single rifle you're holding is one of ours."

"What? You've forgotten your father as soon as you pick up a gun?"

While cursing, Badulla walked up to the fat police officer. Despite the officer's tall and burly appearance, he stood in front of Badulla, who was wearing a green military uniform, with his head down and a resentful expression.

The fat police officer tugged at Badura's sleeve, his small, squinty eyes darting outwards.

Badulla chuckled at the sight. It turned out that the fat captain was putting on an act for others. No matter who was standing outside, it certainly wasn't someone from his military, otherwise the police wouldn't have been involved.

Perfect timing! Badulla also wanted to put on a show for those Chinese police officers.

In a flash, Badulla drew his pistol from his waist and pressed it against the fat officer's head. Seeing the officer's terrified expression, he chuckled twice, then shouted:
"Let's see who dares to stop our joint enforcement team!"

Badullah shouted these words in Mandarin. (End of Chapter)