Police officer Chen Shu.

The crowd waited quite a while longer. After several officers who looked like captains ran around the line and reprimanded them, the police formation returned to calm. The chief, who was standing on the steps, didn't intend to show off any more authority. Once the line was mostly organized, he waved and hurriedly ran down from the platform.

The bureau chief, with his back bent, jogged quickly to the county head standing not far away, and, with his large, protruding belly, bowed and scraped as he reported his work to his superior.

This somewhat comical scene bears a striking resemblance to scenes in China.

The only difference was the person standing in the center.

Chen Shu stared at the so-called autonomous region county head, who stood ramrod straight, and asked, "Officer Wang, does this county head have a military background? Is he the most powerful official here?"

"Yes, in the autonomous region, the county magistrate is actually the leader of the local ethnic armed forces. They all rise through the ranks by fighting their way up, so in private, everyone calls him 'General.'" Wang Yan followed Chen Shu's gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then let out a long breath. "And this 'General' is the true master of the Dalalin region, Angsuo Ling."

hiss!

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

According to their previous information, their destination this time was to establish the largest telecom fraud industrial park in northern Myanmar, with the most people involved, and to provide protection and money laundering for the numerous online gambling companies located in the park. The leader of this ethnic armed group was General Aung Soe Ling.

Looking back, the scene of this so-called county magistrate standing in his office, making a kind and amiable promise to everyone that he would strictly control telecom fraud in his jurisdiction, now seems incredibly ironic.

"normal."

After hearing Wang Yan's explanation, Zhu Yiba pointed to the police force that was being led out in a loose formation in the courtyard, as well as the armed men standing on the periphery laughing and watching the show, and said solemnly, "These people, and the countless families behind them, are all relying on these people who commit telecom fraud to pay their salaries."

After saying that, Zhu Yiba was surprised to find himself surprisingly calm.

Especially when the commander of his long-lost enemy stood right in front of him, Zhu Yiba touched his chest. Fortunately, his heart was only beating a little faster than usual.

"The troops are well trained..." Zhu Yiba rarely joked with himself like this. After closing his eyes and relaxing for a moment, he suddenly noticed that Chen Shu was looking at him very seriously from not far away.

Is he worried about me...? Zhu Yiba chuckled self-deprecatingly, then straightened up in an instant.

The convoy drove out of the Judicial Commission compound in a grand procession.

Leading the way was a used pickup truck with a lot of paint chipped off, its exhaust pipe belching black smoke. Following it were several small, noisy cars, rattling as they drove, which looked quite old.

According to Chen Chuan, when he saw the car door being closed in the yard, the whole car was shaking.

Surprisingly, the main force in the convoy was a Chinese-made bread van. Although it didn't look new, it was much cleaner than the previous two, suggesting it was highly valued here.

The grand finale consisted of three military pickup trucks that had accompanied Chen Shu and his group all the way from Mandalay. The three heavy machine guns they carried represented the pinnacle of deterrence in northern Myanmar.

The convoy consisted of about twenty vehicles. Although the sirens were loud, the sound lacked any real authority. It was sometimes loud and sometimes soft, sometimes long and sometimes short, somewhat like the erhu and suona played at a village funeral, but even more rustic.

Dust billowed wherever they went, which seemed to Chen Shu and the others as such.

On this trip, the highest-ranking official in Dalaling, the county head Aung Soe Lwin, also accompanied the group, along with Deputy Director Lin Hua, Company Commander Badu La, and Director U Nyunt Soe from the Myanmar government.

No one expected that this seemingly high-level joint operation between the two countries would be carried out so simply by assembling a large number of local police officers without any investigation, coordination, communication, or legal procedures.

It's somewhat similar to the scene in China when a large police force sets out to raid gambling dens.

Although it was a bit chaotic, the police lights were bright enough and the sirens were loud enough.

If you were to say the world is a giant makeshift operation, you might not believe it.

Chen Chuan leaned against the railing of the pickup truck bed, raised his chin at the convoy leading the way, and couldn't help but sneer, "This is hardly a cross-border joint law enforcement operation. Cross-border, cross-border, why does it sound like such a high-level operation? To me, it's more like a group of bandits from the mountains going out to plunder."

The others did not respond, and most of them looked solemn.

Ever since they learned that the county chief of Dalalin was the mastermind behind the largest telecom fraud park in northern Myanmar, and that he controlled a huge armed organization, everyone lost their enthusiasm and felt that the joint operation would probably just end with catching a few scapegoats and calling it a day.

Everyone knows that a person won't lift a rock only to drop it on their own foot.

Especially since they rely on this foot to make a living and earn money.

With the drug trade shrinking, the telecom fraud industry chain is truly the lifeblood of their ethnic armed groups. Do you think this General Aung Soe would stab himself in the groin with a dagger?

However, if Chen Shu and his group forcefully pressure the other party over the joint law enforcement operation, pushing the general to the brink, it's uncertain who the dagger will ultimately be used against.

After all, the proverb "cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents" has been a profound truth that our ancestors have been repeating to their descendants for thousands of years.

There's definitely a reason for that.

Chen Chuan glanced back in the direction of the Judicial Commission compound and said somewhat guiltily, "Why don't we go back and bring that SUV over? It'll make me feel more at ease sitting in that car."

It must be said that the embassy's off-road vehicle, embassy-marked with "Ceasefire Monitoring," does provide a unique sense of security in this war-torn place.

Zhu Yiba scoffed: "Tch, if you're scared, you can get off the bus now. No need for all this nonsense."

Chen Chuan chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Scared? Oh, I am scared. I'm scared of dying with a brainless jerk like you. You think that's courage? How old are you, still acting like a young kid trying to be brave?"

Zhu Yiba's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that everyone was already in the car and there wasn't enough space, he might have resorted to force.

While the two were still chattering away, Ma Rongcheng looked at Chen Shu and said with an air of maturity, "Officer Chen, why don't we leave one person behind, just in case something happens, so that someone can contact the command center back home?"

Chen Shu nodded, gesturing for Chen Chuan to get out of the car.

Chen Chuan didn't stand on ceremony. The pickup truck was still in the car. He used one hand to support himself on the guardrail and jumped down. After landing, he gave a polite hand salute to everyone in the car, all smiles.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.