Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 915 Encounter
Consulate General in Mandalay.

A green military pickup truck was parked at the entrance, and a man and a woman opened the door and got out.

The man in front stood ramrod straight, his rugged, square face cold and serious. The woman who got off the bus behind him had a bright, oval face, bright eyes, red lips, and a slightly sharp brow.

"Is a forced marriage still sweet?"

Wang Yan, dressed in a black training uniform, lagged behind Chen Shu by half a step. She repeated Chen Shu's jokes from earlier in the pickup truck, her cheerful demeanor mirroring the fine weather today, with warm sunshine and a gentle breeze.

This is considered unusually good weather in Myanmar.

"Officer Chen, after reading your resume, I thought you would be like those old police officers who always stick their butts out and only know how to solve cases and catch criminals, a very serious and difficult person to get along with."

I remember when my cousin handed her her resume, she pointed to the lines of detailed assignments: hostage situations at train stations, emergency rescue operations after high-speed train accidents, counter-terrorism operations in mines in southern Xinjiang, etc., all of which were dangerous operations that put our lives on the line.

Even Chen Shu, who had never worked in criminal investigation, solved many murder cases.

At his age, which is not considered mature for a position in the public security system, and with a rank that is not even considered a formal level, he was appointed as the deputy leader of the anti-telecom fraud task force in Donghai Province.

As she finished speaking, this unmarried cousin unconsciously smacked her lips a few times with YLS12 lipstick, a vibrant and fiery color that she had previously scorned as a "man-slaying" shade before she turned thirty, but now she secretly wore it in the bathroom.

Yingjie tapped the resume on the table and sighed, "If I didn't know this guy had a girlfriend, even if he was a few years older than me, I would have rushed to give it a try."

Even now, Yingjie's regret still echoes in my ears.

Although both are police officers, Wang Yan has a completely different experience from her cousin who works in the provincial government. She is in charge of evacuating overseas Chinese in war-torn areas where bullets and rocket launchers fly everywhere.

It's important to understand that even for men, this kind of work presents an extremely serious challenge.

Therefore, after reading Chen Shu's resume, Wang Yan, who had also experienced the ravages of war, felt a deep empathy for him.

On the steps in front of the consulate, Wang Yan winked playfully and said with a grin to Chen Shu, who had suddenly stopped ahead of her, "I didn't expect you to be so funny. Hey, Officer Chen, what's up?"

The black iron gates of the Mandalay Consulate General gleamed coldly in the equatorial sunlight, but the national emblem on the lintel was polished to a shine, and the five-star flag flying in the center of the square was still dazzlingly red, even in this place far from home.

Two embassy staff members, dressed in black suits and wearing red badges on their chests, were making a win-win deal with a fruit vendor by the roadside.

A row of movable stainless steel railings was placed at the small entrance, and about twenty men, women, and children stood in line waiting to enter the building.

On a small open space to the west of the main gate, several people carrying large bags and pushing luggage, covered in dust and grime, had come from China to rescue people, judging from their furrowed brows.

Across the street, several locals with tattoos on their arms were either straddling motorcycles or squatting a little further away, their positions vaguely resembling open bags, most likely "bounty hunters" targeting the piglets offered by the online betting company.

And all this.

Nothing could overshadow the woman who could attract everyone's attention at a glance.

A woman stands next to the small platform where the armed police are on guard duty.

Although she was without makeup, her eyes were as clear and bright as black pearls.

Her high ponytail, allowing for easy movement, and the high-tied cuffs revealing her healthy, tanned skin, along with her uncluttered outdoor attire, highlight her readiness to move around anytime, anywhere.

The bustling street scene and crowded people seemed quiet to Wang Yan, who was also a woman, as if she were the only one there.

Unexpectedly, she encountered such an unusual woman in Myanmar. She was probably Chinese, and she wondered what she was doing there. Wang Yan calmly withdrew her gaze and glanced at Chen Shu, who was standing to the side, unable to move for a long time. She was slightly surprised.

"Yangyang." "Yangyang!"

Chen Shu called twice.

The woman standing on the steps suddenly turned around, an expression of disbelief gradually appearing on her face, and then her bright eyes slowly became moist.

She immediately ran over and, without the slightest hesitation, rushed into Chen Shu's arms and hugged him tightly in front of everyone. When she looked up and met Chen Shu's gaze, tears rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls.

Wang Yan opened her mouth wide, forming an "O" shape.

According to her cousin, this should be the person that Commander Chen Shu traveled thousands of miles from Donghai Province to rescue. She really didn't expect that this kind of hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scene, which only exists in movies, would actually happen in front of her.

Women are emotional, and Wang Yan, who was standing close by, also had tears in her eyes as she looked at Zhang Yang's arms tightly hugging Chen Shu's back.

"Brother Shu."

"Little Zhao is still in the park."

"He's about to be beaten to death."

"Woo. Woo."

Zhang Yang spoke through sobs.

A group of people at the door all looked over. Two men squeezed out of the crowd and stood next to Zhang Yang. The older one was Li Xia, who had been following him all along, and the younger one was naturally Li Xia's younger brother, Li Qin.

Chen Shu gently stroked Zhang Yang's trembling back and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Don't be afraid, I'm here. I'm here for you..."

Upon seeing this scene, Chen Chuan and the others, who were originally waiting in the car, all jumped out of the car and rushed over.

Badulla, dressed in a conspicuous Burmese military officer uniform, rushed over without even wearing a hat.

The green-skinned soldiers in the convoy behind also jumped off their vehicles, carrying rifles and peering towards the embassy entrance.

The two embassy staff members who were chatting with the vendors saw that more and more people were gathering in front of the embassy, ​​and even local military officers had appeared. They put down what they were doing, looked at each other, and quickly walked over to ask what was going on.

"I am Wang Yan, the police liaison officer at the embassy."

"This is Chen Shu, the commander of the Dalalin Regional Joint Law Enforcement Team, appointed by Vice Minister Ling of the Ministry of Public Security."

With the coordination of police liaison officer Wang Yan, and guided by two staff members, the group entered the consulate general, which is located almost on the border of northern Myanmar.

At this moment, the people who had come from China to rescue the person, who had been standing by the door, suddenly became agitated.

A young man reacted the fastest, running straight toward the slowly closing iron gates of the embassy.

He ran and shouted, waving his hands frantically: "Wait! We are Chinese too! My brother was also arrested and brought into the park! Half of his hand was chopped off..."

boom.

The iron gate was closed.

"...He slapped it."

The young man stared blankly at the locked iron gate and uttered the last two words.