Police officer Chen Shu

in the corridor.

The door slammed shut behind Chen Shu, and the corridor was filled with people under the warm yellow light.

Chen Chuan, Zhu Yiba, Ma Rongcheng, Jiang Hai, and Wang Yan—five people, five pairs of eyes—all looked at their commander, the official who had just resolved the internal contradictions among the people.

"Why are you all here?" Chen Shu asked.

"Book, the way you two are arguing, if it weren't for the few of us standing here, the whole hotel would have come over to watch the show."

Chen Chuan pursed his lips and, with the air of someone who'd been there, teased in a drawn-out voice, "Why are you pushing her so hard? Be gentle. Girls need to be coaxed. A few kind words can settle things. Why make such a fuss? Do you think that will end well?"

When Chen Shu opened the door and came out, Chen Chuan keenly sensed an unusual, blood-tinged resolve emanating from his old classmate.

It wasn't an exaggeration; ever since they returned from southern Xinjiang, Chen Chuan knew that his old classmate had changed. The "safety and caution" that he used to talk about all the time when they were at the police station had long since disappeared.

For example, in the counter-terrorism incident at Qingyueqiao Community, special police officer Xu Mingliang died a heroic death in the incident, while the two criminal suspects who remained at the scene and were under control were unexpectedly shot dead on the grounds of arrest.

Chen Chuan was utterly convinced that there was nothing more to it than that.

Zhu Yiba ignored Chen Chuan's banter and said directly, "Brother Chen, the situation is urgent. Why don't we head to this fraud park called Dalalin right now and get them out?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Yan shook her head and said, "There is no precedent for this. Even if we are now operating under the guise of joint law enforcement, we still have to follow the proper procedures."

Ma Rongcheng stroked his chin and said, "So, you mean we still have to go to the local judicial committee?"

Wang Yan nodded and affirmed, "Pretty much."

Unusually, during this conversation, cadet Jiang Hai remained silent, simply standing in the corner listening quietly without offering any opinion.

Chen Shu did not answer immediately, but stood still in front of the five people.

His gaze swept over every familiar face, including Wang Yan, the newly joined embassy police liaison officer; he looked at each one very carefully.

Despite his feigned nonchalance and seemingly always contradicting Chen Shu, Chen Chuan actually followed Chen Shu wherever he went, a true childhood friend.

Despite his seriousness and audacity, Zhu Yiba seemed to have regained his courage once again as he stood on this cursed land once more.

Ma Rongcheng's candor stems from the fact that, as a veteran comrade over forty, he should have been a technician who stayed at his unit and coasted along, but he went abroad in order to stay in the provincial department.

Wang Yan's capable and straightforward nature, as a woman, was enough for Chen Shu to think highly of her, given that she could serve as a police officer in a war-torn region like northern Myanmar.

Jiang Hai, a police academy student, is Yan Chenxi's younger brother.

"Let's go now." Chen Shu stepped out from the group, pausing briefly as he passed Wang Yan. "I'd like to borrow the embassy's car this time. Is that alright?"

Wang Yan was taken aback at first, then hesitated and said, "I don't mind, I don't mind. It's just that the embassy doesn't have many cars. With so many of us, I'm afraid we won't be able to fit in one car."

One is enough.

Chen Shu nodded and walked towards the elevator. After turning a corner, he saw two familiar figures at the elevator entrance.

Xiao Wang and Li Xia.

The two were standing in the corner whispering when they saw Chen Shu approaching. Xiao Wang, who had come from the Donghai Provincial Department, turned around and looked over.

Chen Shu could see it clearly; Xiao Wang's eyes were wide open.

Based on Chen Shu's understanding of him, it's likely that he obtained the clues about the Four Policemen case from Li Xia.

"It's all ready."

Chen Shu stood in front of the elevator door, pressed the down button, and thought to himself: Isn't this another form of "there's always a way out"?

Two hours later, the moon and stars were few.

Chen Shu and his entourage arrived at the consulate general. Lin Hua, who had been notified, was already waiting at the entrance, still wearing his distinctive Burmese military uniform. In China, only greenhorn recruits liked to wear military uniforms when going on field missions, feeling that it made them look particularly good and enjoying the feeling of being admired by the people.

In fact, apart from new recruits, most soldiers, once they leave the barracks, will wear civilian clothes unless required by a mission. The reason is simple: being too conspicuous is not a good thing.

In Myanmar, under military rule, military uniforms are definitely a valuable commodity. Wearing this tiger skin, everyone, from ordinary people to local officials, has to treat you with respect or even give you the run for your life.

There are many other benefits that cannot be mentioned.

"Director Lin, I'm so sorry to have woken you up so early," Chen Shu said politely, nodding to Lin Hua.

As the deputy director of the Mandalay branch of the Investigation Bureau, Lin Hua, holding a high position and wielding great power, can be seen as a representative placed by the Myanmar side in Chen Shu's team, playing a supervisory role. On the other hand, he is also their safety guarantor when traveling in northern Myanmar.

It's important to remember that while northern Myanmar, though nominally an autonomous region, is actually a warlord-controlled area, the presence of high-ranking Myanmar officials will always give the other side some consideration.

"It's alright, I often go out to work in the middle of the night." Lin Hua didn't care at all, at least on the surface he didn't seem to care about being pulled out of bed in the middle of the night.

Squeak.

Three military pickup trucks came to an abrupt stop in front of the embassy.

Badura, who had studied and exchanged ideas with China, jumped off the passenger seat of the lead car. Before he even got close, his voice could be heard from afar, still that familiar Chinese language with a northern accent.

"Commander, I'm here! Shall we set off now?"

When Badura ran up to Chen Shu, his originally relaxed expression turned wary when he saw Lin Hua standing next to Chen Shu.

"Respected Colonel Lin, I am Badula from the 7th Company, 3rd Battalion, 2nd Mobile Division. I salute you!" Badula looked at Lin Hua, hesitated for a long time, and finally snapped to attention and saluted Lin Hua.

Even after meeting face to face, he still hesitated for so long, and then awkwardly and earnestly gave a military salute. This Burmese company commander is truly a character.

Chen Shu and his group standing to the side all had an "I see" expression on their faces. It seems that when soldiers encounter Kuomintang agents abroad, their reaction is pretty much the same as what is shown in movies and TV dramas.

Lin Hua simply nodded indifferently, then looked at Chen Shu: "Commander, although I have already notified the autonomous region that we will be there in the next few days, sending military vehicles to the autonomous region in the middle of the night can still easily cause misunderstandings."

In Myanmar, autonomous regions are practically war zones, where fighting is constant and security is absolutely nonexistent.

Once everyone was present, they all looked at Chen Shu, waiting for his command.

Chen Shu glanced at his watch and then said, "Wait a little longer, the driver might still be sleeping."

driver?

Sleeping?
Everyone had some doubts, since Badullah had brought three military pickup trucks, which should have been enough to fit all the people on site. They didn't expect the embassy to have to send vehicles.

About ten minutes later, a black SUV drove out of the creaking iron gate. As an official embassy vehicle, the door was decorated with the Chinese flag, as is customary.

The most eye-catching feature is the line of white text next to the national flag.

"Ceasefire monitoring."

Jiang Hai bent down and carefully read out the line of words printed on the car door, one word at a time, his face full of disbelief.

After all, in other countries, especially in war-torn lands where fighting rages from morning till night, it's already quite rare to see a bus bearing Chinese markings.

No one would have guessed that such hardcore words were printed on it.

It should be noted that, according to popular belief in China, anyone who assumes the role of a third-party witness to supervise must be someone who can overpower the other two parties.

For example, just like trying to break up a fight, the person trying to break it up must be stronger than the two people fighting, or even stronger than the two people combined. Otherwise, they won't be able to break up the fight and will likely get punched instead.

That said, driving this car to the autonomous region is so cool.

Everyone was shocked. (End of Chapter)