Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 920 Lin Hua
Li Zhengyang, the police counselor at the embassy and the commander-in-chief of the joint law enforcement operation in northern Myanmar, sat in the office specially arranged for him by the Consulate General in Mandalay, stroking his beardless chin, still pondering the advice given to him by his confidant Lao Wu.

Li Zhengyang's original plan was to wait for instructions from the coordination center in Yangon and then proceed with the work step by step.

After all, the situation in northern Myanmar is special, with fighting everywhere, and bullets flying around don't discriminate.

At this moment, Li Zhengyang recalled something that happened a few years ago.

At that time, he had just been transferred from the domestic administrative department to the Myanmar embassy. Perhaps it was because he had been in the domestic environment for too long, or perhaps it was because Yangon, where the embassy was located, had the same prosperity as domestic cities but slightly less order, which gave him a false impression.

So much so that when a group of police officers from China responsible for transferring fugitives came to the embassy to report for duty, Li Zhengyang suddenly decided to lead the team to the village where the fugitives were located.

For leading cadres, this is called going to the front line, and it is very common.

He thought that catching fugitives in Myanmar was similar to that in China. Although he was on the front line of the arrest, he would not be in any danger, but it would be a big plus when reporting his achievements.

According to regulations, Chinese police officers do not have law enforcement authority in Myanmar and can only wait in the embassy or police station for Myanmar police to bring the fugitives over for transfer.

However, as a counselor, Li Zhengyang was considered a high-ranking official by the Myanmar side, and his requests would generally be met as long as they did not involve national security or the image of the country.

Coincidentally, the embassy's head, chargé d'affaires, and other counselors were not present.

As the main force bumped along its way into the village nestled in the mountain valley, the boy soldiers, dressed in old, loose-fitting uniforms several sizes too big, scattered like dark phantoms in the shadows of the bamboo houses.

He stared blankly at the strangers entering the village.

On their faces, which should have been full of childlike innocence, was etched an indifference and vigilance completely out of place for their age. In their hands, they held not a slingshot, but a rifle that could take someone's life at any moment.

When a young female attendant in the group took out some candy she had prepared beforehand and tentatively offered it to the boy soldier closest to her, she was greeted with a smile. However, the teeth that she revealed when she grinned were eerily white against the boy soldier's dark face.

Because of the ulcers and white spots caused by drug use, the smile on that face contained no joy; perhaps, it was only the pleasure derived from the effects of the drug.

Their very presence is a silent threat: there are no rules here, only the will to violence and the most primal impulses.

"call!"

Li Zhengyang snapped out of his reverie, his fingers tightening suddenly under his chin. He realized he had been holding his breath, and a fine layer of cold sweat had seeped from his forehead.

Even now, years later, sitting in his warm, sunlit office, when Li Zhengyang recalls the empty, indifferent eyes of those child soldiers, his heart still feels as if it's being squeezed hard by a cold hand.

Looking back now, that impulsive decision to "go to the front lines" back then seems incredibly foolish.

In the face of those little ghosts utterly distorted by drugs and violence, Li Zhengyang's proud identity, status, and experience are as fragile as a piece of paper, easily broken with a single pull of the trigger.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and at that moment, his trusted confidant Lao Wu's suggestion to support the Donghai Province police in entering northern Myanmar to enforce the law was finally finalized.

dong dong dong.

"Come in."

As soon as the door opened, Wang Yan walked in, closed it behind her, and quickly walked to the desk. She straightened her back and was about to speak when she saw her direct supervisor point to her waist.

Wang Yan lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and said somewhat ashamedly, "Counselor Li, on our way here, we followed that officer into their warehouse and grabbed a gun for self-defense. Wait, wait, I'll return it to them right away."

Counselor Li smiled and shook his head: "I won't bring up those things about minding your image and status. It's the same old stuff, you young people must be tired of hearing it." Wang Yan stuck out her tongue: "Counselor Li, I know you're doing this for our own good."

Counselor Li joked, "Oh, what's that saying again? 'As cowardly as a counselor'? Wang Yan, who was that counselor you mentioned at the last dinner party, saying 'As cowardly as a counselor'?"

"Counselor Li, I drank too much that night, I don't know who I was talking about." Wang Yan's cheeks, which had already turned somewhat pale, became flushed again after Li Zhengyang's deliberate joke. At this moment, she really wanted to crawl into the floor, and her voice grew softer and softer.

"Haha."

Consul Li waved his hand and said, "Return this gun to him as soon as possible, don't try to be clever. If you really feel it's dangerous, go find Old Wu and ask for a few guns, just say I agreed. Okay, be careful on the road."

How many guns?
Be careful on the road.
Just like when she was a child and went to the teacher's office after making a mistake, Wang Yan listened and nodded at the same time, letting it go in one ear and out the other. When she heard "a few guns," she hadn't quite grasped what it meant. But when she heard the last sentence, she suddenly jolted awake.

"What? Counselor Li, you want me to go to northern Myanmar?"

"Why, you don't want to go?"

"I want to go! I want to go! I want to go so badly!"

Wang Yan made a decisive statement, as if afraid that this bigwig in charge of the northern Myanmar region would change his mind. She turned around and ran towards the door, but was stopped just as she opened it.

Li Zhengyang asked with a half-smile, "Wait, Wang Yan, you're leaving already? What did you want to see me about?"

Wang Yan, who had just managed to grab the doorknob, forced a smile and turned to her boss, shaking her head hastily: "It's nothing, it's nothing, I just came to visit you."

"Before you set off, remember to visit Old Wu."

"Roger that!"

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Li Zhengyang, who had been chuckling, became serious after the door was closed.

Wang Yan hurriedly found Lao Wu, who was standing next to a Chinese man dressed in khaki casual clothes with many badges on his chest. He was shorter than Wang Yan but had a respectful attitude.

The other party's collar insignia featured the star emblem of the National Defense Force, but the material and color were different from the bright colors of the National Defense Force; it was a matte, dark gray.

As the police liaison officer at the embassy, ​​Wang Yan had seen a lot during her years working in Myanmar, but this was the first time she had ever seen soldiers in uniform like this.

After glancing at him a few more times, Wang Yan pulled Lao Wu aside and whispered, "Counselor Li asked me to prepare for our trip to Dalalin. How will we get there? Will the embassy provide a car?"

Old Wu pointed to the Burmese soldier standing not far behind Wang Yan: "He's from the intelligence agency, his name is Lin Hua, he's of Chinese descent, he'll take you there."

"The intelligence agency?" Wang Yan was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, the deputy director of the Mandalay branch of the Myanmar Intelligence Bureau. There's nothing I can do; you couldn't handle the police chief." Old Wu smiled slightly. "Counselor Li has already offered the maximum support he could; now it's up to you."

How could the intelligence agency and the embassy be connected?

Isn’t this too incredible?
Wang Yan's stiff head slowly turned towards the deputy director.