Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 919 Intelligence Division
Strictly speaking, the smuggling of fruit in a village, as mentioned by Li Xia, is indeed a crime. However, sometimes we need to look at the issue dialectically.

First, consider the location.

Yunnan Province is located in the southwestern border region. In ancient times, it was a place of exile for criminals. Such a place could never be associated with wealth. In fact, in the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, it was a place where people could not get enough to eat and where snakes and insects were everywhere.

Simply put, the area is poor, and the people there live much harder lives than those in coastal or inland areas. So, it's understandable that people on this border area would enjoy even a small amount of benefits, not only because the police turn a blind eye, but also because people in other areas would understand.

Secondly, the crime rate.

It's important to understand that most people who break the law are unemployed. If people had a stable 9-to-5 job, or even a temporary one, they wouldn't commit crimes.

This is similar to the sharp drop in crime rates in major Chinese cities in the early years, because at that time, emerging service industries such as food delivery, express delivery, and Didi provided a large number of jobs in cities.

At that time, in order to seize the market, capital was poured in without regard for its value. There is a very apt description for this: burning money. The speed of investment was indeed almost the same as burning money.

After several large companies monopolized the market, the income of delivery drivers and Didi drivers plummeted. However, even though they earned less money, their jobs remained, so the public security situation has remained stable over the past few years.

If you can make money in the open, who would choose a life of petty theft?

"Smuggling durians? I doubt the police would bother with that, would they?" Jiang Hai retorted, his eyes constantly glancing towards Ma Rongcheng.

"We manage it, but it's just a formality. Even if we get a task, we'll give those people a heads-up beforehand and tell them to be careful during that time and not to be too conspicuous." Perhaps it's because he's getting older and likes to teach, but Ma Rongcheng particularly likes this police academy student who loves to ask questions. "However, this kind of smuggling is still a minority. Now, our main way to prevent villagers from manufacturing and trafficking drugs is to promote cash crops. When the season comes, we go down and collect them with cash. After this process, most villagers won't do that kind of business that could get them killed."

"Yes!" Jiang Hai nodded heavily.

Chen Shu, who had been sitting silently to the side, stood up, patted his trouser leg, and calmly said, "Yes, after all, everyone values ​​their life." After saying that, he opened the door and walked out of the room.

The once bustling hotel room fell silent for a brief moment as everyone watched Chen Shu leave. About ten seconds later, Xiao Wang from the Donghai Provincial Department opened the door and followed him out.

The door slammed shut, but the room remained quiet.

This time, the large force was brought to Mandalay, which is just across a small river from a war-torn area. It's a place where people can start shooting at the drop of a hat, and you won't get any special treatment just because you're wearing a police uniform.

The air seemed to gain weight, pressing heavily on everyone's chest and shoulders, and even breathing became a cautious, restrained exercise, as if afraid of igniting the extreme tension of the silence.

"Go away."

Chen Chuan casually tossed out a sentence, opened the door, and left.

consulate.

The windows were tightly closed, and the old central air conditioning system emitted a whirring noise.

Consul Li sat on a single sofa, his sharp gaze behind his black-rimmed glasses sweeping across the coffee table.

A row of shocking photos sat on the coffee table, their backgrounds dark. Upon closer inspection, they revealed images of Zhang Yang livestreaming in the telecom fraud park, deliberately screenshotted and printed. "Counselor Li, I think the embassy has its own ideas," a middle-aged man of about forty said, standing respectfully with his hands neatly placed on his trouser legs.

Counselor Li looked up from the coffee table and at his trusted confidant, who was always valued for his meticulousness: "What are your thoughts? Tell me."

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly: "This joint law enforcement operation between China and Myanmar, whether it was the press conference or the coordination center in Yangon, was hosted by Deputy Minister Ling of the Ministry of Public Security."

After a pause, the middle-aged man silently counted to five in his mind. Seeing that his direct superior did not interrupt him, he poured out all his guesses: "Although Deputy Minister Ling's rank is higher than our ambassador's, when doing business in Myanmar, they shouldn't bypass our embassy. But Counselor Li, look, where is there any place for us in the coordination center?"

Consul Li laughed, picked up the steaming green tea from the coffee table, took a sip, and said with a smile, "You're overthinking it. Aren't I the regional commander-in-chief for northern Myanmar? Don't be fooled by the fact that everyone is focused on Myawaddy in eastern Myanmar. Actually, the most money is here in northern Myanmar."

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Northern Myanmar is too chaotic. There are battles everywhere. One wrong move and you could ruin your lifelong reputation, Counselor Li."

Why did those second-generation rich kids from Beijing who came with Vice Minister Ling head towards eastern Myanmar? It's because the other side is the easy target. Don't be fooled by how dark and terrifying Myawaddy is portrayed online.

As long as they lack a well-organized armed force, they are essentially easy prey to countries with regular armies, who can easily crush them.

Unlike in northern Myanmar, where you can easily accidentally touch a landmine.

In a flash, they said goodbye.

"What do you mean?" Counselor Li put down his teacup, his expression not tense, and asked in a leisurely tone.

“Chen Shu, who led the team from Yangon this time, could we use him to open a breakthrough for us? This guy has a lot of blood on his hands in southern Xinjiang and his hometown, including here in northern Myanmar, in the past few years.” The middle-aged man squinted, recalling the information about Chen Shu that he had just received that morning, and sighed.

Counselor Li was unaware of the background of this matter and this person, but that did not prevent him from giving Chen Shu a high evaluation.

"He's a tiger general, otherwise Deputy Commander Ling wouldn't have promoted him to this position so exceptionally. Okay, I understand what you mean. Could you sign a few passes for them? By the way, there's still fighting over there. Do they dare to go there? And how would they get there?"

The middle-aged man, probably thinking of something amusing, grinned and said, "Our liaison officer, Little Swallow, is now clinging to the police chief's leg, begging them to send people."

Counselor Li gave a disdainful look: "Those guys who only know how to keep an eye on the people in their own territory and collect bribes, dare to go? I don't believe it."

"Of course, the police station doesn't have the authority or the guts, but what if we replaced the police station with the Mandalay intelligence branch?" The middle-aged man cheerfully revealed his answer.

This can be understood as the military intelligence agency of the Burmese military government.

After a moment, Counselor Li hesitated and said, "Old Wu, is it necessary for us to spend such a high price to help their public security system?"

Although Counselor Li holds the title of police counselor, he is not a police officer like Wang Yan, nor is he a public security officer.

"Of course it's necessary!"

Old Wu replied without hesitation, "Both the northern and eastern regions of Myanmar are eager to fire the first shot!"