Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 914 No one can destroy the relationship between China and Myanmar (Part 2)

In the official documents, this joint law enforcement operation was jointly conducted by Chinese police and Myanmar police, with no mention of military personnel. Even during the negotiations between the two countries, the use of military personnel was not considered.

For example, the Chinese law enforcement team that came this time did not have a single soldier, not even an armed police officer; they were all police officers with administrative positions.

The situation is different on the Myanmar side; they have a mix of police and soldiers, with no clear distinction between them.

With a furious shout from Badura, the soldiers who heard the noise in the yard jumped out of their vehicles and rushed into the warehouse. Seeing their superior officer pointing a gun at the fat police officer's head, the soldiers reacted quickly and raised their rifles as well.

Click, click, click.

A series of crisp yet chaotic sounds of bolts being pulled back.

On one side, special police officers were pointing their beautiful domestically produced M16 rifles at the soldiers, while the soldiers on the other side were also pointing their Burmese-made Type 97 rifles back without fear. Some of the more outspoken ones even took a few extra steps forward.

"Heh, I'd like to see if you cowards dare to fire."

With a wave of his hand, Badullah ordered three soldiers to immediately put away their rifles, sling them behind their backs, and walk up to the SWAT officers without hesitation, taking the guns from them one by one.

The first SWAT officer whose weapon was confiscated did not fire; he merely instinctively pulled the rifle closer to his body. This single action immediately drew a hammer blow from the soldier.

Without hesitation, the metal butt of the gun was smashed down on the SWAT officer's head, aimed directly at his skull.

Bang bang bang.

The SWAT officer who was hit covered his head with his hands and squatted on the ground, not daring to resist. His colleagues standing next to him just watched and didn't dare to move an inch.

The next step of putting the gun away is easy. As long as the soldier puts his hand on the rifle, regardless of whether he has a firm grip, he will definitely let go of the other end immediately.

In just four or five minutes, more than a dozen rifles were thrown on the ground and piled up into a small mountain.

The fat police officer looked miserable and said in a loud voice, "Brother, give me some face. How am I supposed to get along in this place after this?"

Although the military and police are not separated in this area, sometimes if you give me some face, I will return the favor, and it will be easier for us to get things done.

Don't listen to public intellectuals when it comes to interpersonal relationships and social etiquette. They exist everywhere and in every country. If you feel that you never encounter or see them, it's probably your own problem.

Badulla glanced quickly behind him, feeling a little guilty. Seeing that the commander's expression remained unchanged, he figured the other man probably didn't understand the Burmese language.

Turning his back, Badura comforted him, "Vijaya, if I don't make things a little more serious, you won't be able to explain it to that person, right?"

The fat police officer could only nod speechlessly.

What started as a standoff, with the imminent prospect of a gunfight, quickly turned into a police officer bowing and apologizing to the military officer.

The ground was littered with the captured rifles.

Jiang Hai, Chen Chuan, Ma Rongcheng, and Xiao Wang were all stunned. They all said that Myanmar was very chaotic, but what they thought was chaos was the lack of public order, and at most, there were fightings everywhere in the border autonomous regions.

But where is this?
This is Yangon, Yangon Region, the former capital of Myanmar. The fact that the military and police in this place could engage in a standoff with each other at gunpoint is truly beyond the imagination of the four men.

Zhu Yiba shrugged. During his years of service on the border, he had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run. The scene was indeed beautiful, but it was still within his comprehension.

Chen Shu was also somewhat surprised and turned to Wang Yan to ask, "What's going on?" Wang Yan, who had watched the entire performance, was initially stunned, then her expression became strange. After enduring it for a while, she finally burst out laughing when Chen Shu asked her.

"Officer Chen, they're all in cahoots. I guess the telecom fraud authorities put pressure on them, and maybe one of them just happens to be here, so this chubby officer is determined to show off. In Myanmar, that's normal. But our officer friend here is no pushover either. You see, he keeps glancing our way while he's talking. Hey, he's got a tricks up his sleeve. Haha."

As she continued, Wang Yan chuckled to herself.

Wang Yan watched and listened as if it were a joke, but Chen Shu didn't laugh along. The more he listened, the more serious his expression became.

They had just come out of the provincial police department, which was still within the government's controlled area. Within half an hour, news had been sent out. Chen Shu was a hundred percent skeptical that there was no inside contact.

Not to mention that their arrival at this special police unit was entirely on his whim. In such a short time, at such a random location, they ended up running into telecom fraudsters.

Two possibilities.

Either the telecom fraudsters have infiltrated Myanmar's military and police systems, and they have already integrated their common interests, so they can accurately receive news of cracking down on telecom fraud.

The second possible hypothesis is even more terrifying.

Perhaps, whether it's illegal industries like telecom fraud, gambling, and drugs, or legitimate businesses like government agencies, they all share a common boss, and that boss is...
Chen Shu gasped.

After resolving the issue of weapons and equipment, the group drove out of the compound smoothly, watched by all their colleagues in the SWAT team.

"Were those police officers on our side? Didn't they know we were on a joint operation this time?"

Sitting in the back row, Ma Rongcheng still felt a surge of panic when he recalled being aimed at by so many rifles earlier.

Having worked as a police officer for so many years, especially in the last ten years, he had never been held at gunpoint.

It was a large-caliber rifle, and if any kid got nervous and his hand trembled back then, it would have been goodbye forever.

Ma Rongcheng was asking Chen Shu and Wang Yan, but Badula chimed in, "Normally when we go there to get guns, he doesn't dare utter a sound. I don't know what he's done to him today, bringing the whole team out like that. Has he lost his mind? This military camp is one we left for them to use! They don't understand the rules at all!"

Ma Rongcheng hesitated for a moment, then asked, looking towards where Badula was sitting, "Captain, what if that officer had insisted on not giving us guns?"

Without hesitation, Badulla replied quickly: "If he doesn't want to be the captain anymore, then we'll talk to someone else. How could such a large police station be short-staffed?"

Before Ma Rongcheng could understand what was being said, he paused for a few seconds before replying, "It's really not a good idea for us to take someone else's weapons like this. If this gets back to the coordination center, I feel it could damage our cooperation with these two countries."

As a Burmese military elite who had studied in China, Badulah's eyes widened immediately upon hearing Ma Rongcheng's last sentence, and he roared angrily, "That fatso dares!"

After a pause, Badulla softened his tone and advised, "Officer Ma, no one can damage the relationship between China and Myanmar, not even Myanmar!"

Hearing this, Wang Yan, who was sitting on the side, became happy. She covered her mouth and trembled slightly, her eyes almost curving into crescents.

Ma Rongcheng sighed and said in a low voice, "Ah, Captain, as there's an old saying in China, you can't force a melon to ripen."

"Aren't you short of guns?" Badulla turned around and looked at Ma Rongcheng with a puzzled expression. "Officer Ma, what did you mean by your last sentence? 'Forced love is never sweet'? What did you mean by that?"

Chen Shu, who had been observing the scene outside, turned around and explained to the studious and shrewd individual, "Captain Badura, that sentence means exactly what it says."

As he spoke, he patted the brand-new Desert Eagle tucked into his waistband and laughed, "Whether it's a forced melon or a whole melon, as long as it's ripe, it's bound to be sweet."