Police officer Chen Shu.

The boss spread out the paper in his hand.

This is a personnel information form. In addition to the usual name, age, and place of origin, it also includes the person's entry and exit information for China in recent years, hotel accommodation information, and most surprisingly, even takeout information.

The exact time, location, and delivery destination of the food delivery order are all clearly recorded here.

And in the upper right corner, in the photo of people, is his picture!

The delivery location was his hometown!

"This...this..." The boss was stunned, his two hands holding the A4 paper trembling uncontrollably.

Chen Chuan crossed his arms and watched coldly.

The restaurant owner was Zhang Jian's informant in northern Myanmar, who was also the deputy director of the Ruili County Police Station. He was a typical example of someone who could navigate both the legal and illegal worlds and have connections on both sides.

Those who dare to venture into northern Myanmar to make a living are not easy to deal with; boldness and ruthlessness are the bare minimum. Doing business with them is risky; a slight misstep could lead to being double-crossed. However, as the saying goes, strike the snake at its vital point; their weakness lies in their own escape route.

Their hometown is their backup plan, their way out. If they can figure that out, they'll be fine.

Even criminal suspects who committed crimes in their hometowns and fled to Myanmar with no intention of returning home still rely on this as their only way out, since they still have wives, children, and parents back home who are on their minds.

The money they earn in Myanmar has to flow back to support their parents and raise their wives and children.

This is their only hope, and also their only weakness.

Finally, if possible, hang a few calligraphy scrolls in front of their property:

"Drug involvement leads to the destruction of families and death."

"Seal off (the site) in accordance with the law."

From that point on, it was only a matter of time before they collapsed.

Of course, this approach hasn't been used for other criminals, but there have been many proposals in China to treat them the same way, such as those who run casinos abroad, commit telecommunications fraud, and engage in kidnapping and extortion.

After a few minutes, seeing that the boss still looked frightened, Chen Chuan laughed and said, "Boss Liu, look, I came alone, without any other people. Is it really necessary to be this scared?"

After hearing Chen Chuan's explanation, the boss finally breathed a sigh of relief. Clutching the paper, he said awkwardly, "Brother, if you needed something, just say so. Throwing a lot of money over here and then sending this... this... form... it's really unnecessary."

Chen Chuan chuckled: "There's nothing I can do, it's your fault for not answering the phone."

The boss's shoulders slumped, his face contorted in misery.

Chen Chuan laughed: "Boss Liu, relax, it's just introducing a few people. By the way, if you feel it's inconvenient for you to contact local armed groups, just point me in the right direction, and I'll go there myself."

The boss stared at him for a few seconds, then figured it out, took out his phone from his pocket, pressed a few keys, and dialed.

"Old Ma, where are you?"

"A friend from over there wants to meet you."

"Yes, a big deal, quite generous."

"Okay, I'll let him go."

The boss hung up the phone and looked at Chen Chuan, saying, "There's a casino in the east of the city with a sign that says 'Shenghao Entertainment' on the door. When you get there, just tell them my name, and someone will take you to a private room. Old Ma is a company commander here. He recently got into trouble and was severely punished by the general. He's a gambler and happens to be short of money."

"A Chinese person?"

"Yes, Chinese."

"Thanks." Chen Chuan stood up, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "This is on the bill for this meal."

The boss didn't refuse. The equivalent of 200,000 RMB wasn't a lot of money in this war-torn region if it helped find the right connections. Without connections, even two million RMB wouldn't make you a pig in other people's eyes.

He stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Old Ma is a bold man with a big appetite. You should be prepared to be slaughtered."

Chen Chuan stood still, smiling easily.

"I'm just worried that he doesn't have a big enough appetite."

......

It is not the same as domestic casinos.

In China, those establishments that manage to open do so by keeping a low profile.

They either hide in mountain gullies or on ships. Since they are like hermits in the city, hiding in buildings in the city, they try to be as low-key as possible, such as in a stinking garbage dump or an abandoned factory with no one paying attention to them.

Imagine a rusty iron gate creaking and rattling at the entrance, a yard littered with haphazardly placed scrap metal and fallen leaves, and a dark, dingy factory from the outside. Only deep inside, and even deeper still, might you find the faintest trace of human presence.

In northern Myanmar.

Casinos must have the brightest LED signs in the city, and dazzling neon lights of indescribable colors. You can hear the DJ chanting "Check it out, check it out" coming from inside from a hundred meters away.

Through the glass doors, the hall appeared magnificent.

At the entrance stood burly men in floral shirts, their waists bulging, and they even deliberately showed a bit of the gun butt to let people know that they were not easy to deal with.

Chen Chuan walked over, but the burly man reached out to stop him.

"What brings you here?"

"I'm looking for Lao Ma, recommended by Boss Liu from the west side of the city."

The burly man looked the group up and down, then pulled out a walkie-talkie that looked like a mobile phone and mumbled a few words in Chinese dialect, unsurprisingly, he was a native Chinese speaker.

Chinese gang.

Surprisingly, the burly man didn't take Chen Chuan into the casino. Instead, he went around to the back of the door, turned left and right, and entered a rather large, ordinary house with a courtyard.

Upon entering the room, a pungent smell of smoke and sweat hit me.

The lights were dim, and the air was thick with smoke. More than twenty people were huddled tightly around a table, leaving no gaps between them, and shouts rose and fell.

These conditions are far inferior to the luxuriously decorated casinos we visited before.

"This is a place where we play among ourselves, there's nothing fishy going on. You can come and try your luck when you have time." The burly man led Chen Chuan around the gambling table. The gamblers all had bloodshot eyes, and none of them paid any attention to the two passing by.

Chen Chuan stopped in his tracks, his mind racing.

As a newcomer, he needed a competition to demonstrate his abilities, rather than letting everyone think he was just a piglet carrying a large sum of money.

Chen Chuan glanced at the card table and deliberately let out a contemptuous snort. Unexpectedly, the burly man didn't take the bait and instead lowered his head to lead Chen Chuan further inside.

The burly man led Chen Chuan into the house, knocked on the door a few times, and then pushed it open and entered.

"Mr. Ma, the person has arrived."

I like Policeman Chen Shu.