Police officer Chen Shu.

Chen Shu leaned against the tree trunk and slowly loaded the last few bullets into the magazine.

He had run out of bullets in his pocket. Although he didn't carry many to begin with, besides the gun in his hand, he also had a folding shovel that he had borrowed from the border police.

Chen Shu peeked out from behind the tree, glanced westward, and listened intently for a while.

Ansor's troops were no longer running around aimlessly as before. They were gradually gathering in an organized and purposeful manner from the west, north, and south. Although they were not following quickly, they were not slow either. After all, they had brought dogs with them, so they were not afraid of losing them.

Chen Shu was actually somewhat relieved. In his understanding, based on the dozen or so bullets he had just fired, even a fool could deduce that there was only one gun here. If he were in charge, he could have just unleashed the dogs to attack people.

dong dong dong.

The sounds of the soldiers' equipment clattering together as they walked grew closer and closer. Chen Shu could even hear several loud-voiced soldiers shouting at each other. Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, he felt there must be quite a few of them.

After running for half the night, Chen Shu was exhausted. It was almost dawn and he could no longer hide. He was thinking of a way to take down the people at the front of the pack. That way, he might be able to slow down the main force for a while and then use that time difference to get to the vehicle.

Chen Shu hadn't let Xiao Wang return to the car earlier for two reasons. First, he was worried that someone was already lying in ambush there, waiting for them to walk into a trap. Second, the car was also Chen Shu's planned escape route. After all, with him attracting attention, Xiao Wang could walk in the opposite direction and hold out until Chen Chuan arrived.

Thinking of Chen Chuan, Chen Shu cursed inwardly, "Damn it, where did he go...?"

Chen Shu peeked out again to carefully observe what was behind him.

Those behind had probably lost their initial wariness and knew there was only one enemy running ahead. So the further back they went, the faster they followed. One group, perhaps eager to steal the credit, even broke away from the main force and ran ahead first.

Chen Shu stared for a long time, then smiled. This group didn't bring a dog.

He put the pistol back in its holster, cracked his knuckles with one hand, pulled out a shovel from behind his back, and without any other unnecessary movements, bent over, composed himself, and went into a state of alert.

dong dong dong.

The footsteps grew closer.

A soldier swiftly pushed aside the branches blocking his path with the muzzle of his rifle, and the beam of his flashlight continued to sweep across the mountain path ahead, only to be blocked right in front of Chen Shu's chest.

The moment the light fell on Chen Shu's chest, Chen Shu saw a pair of terrified eyes.

The soldier clearly hadn't expected someone to be lying in ambush there, and that this person was staring intently at him.

Chen Shu gave the other party no time to react. He lowered his waist, gripped the shovel with both hands, and suddenly unleashed a powerful upward thrust. The shovel slammed into the soldier's chin with a perfect arc, and the soldier's head snapped back violently. With a "pfft," blood mixed with saliva gushed from his mouth, and he crashed to the ground.

Hearing the commotion, the second soldier came out from behind a big tree on his right. Seeing Chen Shu holding a shovel, he yelled and rushed over without thinking.

A skinny monkey making random noises, he must be terrified... This thought flashed through Chen Shu's mind. The next second, instead of retreating, Chen Shu advanced, taking a big step forward with his left foot, shifting his center of gravity from high to low, and slamming the iron shovel in his hand, shovel-side outward, heavily onto the head of the soldier rushing towards him.

Clang!

The soldier's momentum was greatly diminished, and his unbalanced body crashed uncontrollably into the tree next to Chen Shu. Chen Shu slightly turned to the side, and the soldier crashed headfirst into the tree, knocking himself unconscious with a thud.

boom!

Boom!

The third soldier was much more cautious than his companions. He didn't get too close and fired two short bursts at Chen Shu through two or three bushes. He missed, but the bullets hit the thick trunk of a big tree next to him, and the shards that flew up got all over Chen Shu's face.

The muzzle flash briefly illuminated the darkness.

Chen Shu saw the soldier's face. He was very young, with no beard, and his fingers were trembling slightly on the trigger. He was a genuine recruit. Ha, a recruit.

Compared to the K-pop groups with their thick beards in southern Xinjiang, there's no comparison. But even if there's no comparison, there are still a lot of people. Even ants can eat an elephant if there are enough of them.

Chen Shu couldn't understand it. They were all students from the same police academy, so why did his classmates all work nine-to-five jobs, or at most stay up a few nights to solve a gambling or prostitution case?

But it was precisely him who either had to confront those K elements who dreamed of dying together with the police, or be followed by fully armed professional soldiers who he couldn't shake off.

It really is...

Chen Shu quickly darted into the bushes beside him, rolled forward, and hid behind a large tree. After catching his breath, he picked up a stone from the side of him and threw it forcefully in the opposite direction.

The stones hit the branches and made a sparse sound.

The new recruits were indeed fooled and opened fire on the completely deserted bushes.

Chen Shu silently counted in his mind. As soon as the gunshots stopped, he immediately jumped out from the east side of the bushes. In less than two seconds, he rushed in front of the recruit, raised his right elbow high, and, under the recruit's terrified gaze, chopped it straight down at his head.

The recruit didn't struggle; as if he had given up long ago, he fainted on the ground, his hands still gripping the rifle handle, in the motion of loading a magazine into the rifle.

Within minutes, three fully armed soldiers lay dead in the pile of leaves. None of them died, and none of them had a chance to cry out.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Chen Shu was panting heavily, only now realizing that he had lost a lot of strength. He touched his stomach and found that he had been shot in the waist. It didn't seem to be fatal, but he was still wounded by a gunshot, and his hands were covered in blood.

He clutched his stomach and hurried as fast as he could towards the nearby ravine.

A gully cuts diagonally across the hillside; it's a natural waterway carved out by rainwater over the years. At this moment, a thin stream still flows over the gully, and the bottom is littered with jagged rocks. However, Chen Shu estimates that the babbling brook should be enough to deter the hunting dogs' keen noses.

Chen Shu stumbled and crawled his way up, thinking that he should be able to get away now. He wondered what Zhu Yiba's situation was. Then he remembered that the kid was a special forces soldier who had fought on the Yunnan border for many years. He was more worried about himself than Zhu Yiba.

At the end of the mountain stream is a granite rock about half a person's height. Behind the rock is a small flat area, and beyond that is a cliff. Looking down, it is dark and bottomless.

There's no road.

Chen Shu chuckled to himself.

He leaned back against the granite and sat down on the ground, his right hand resting on his abdomen, which was sticky and he didn't know if the bleeding had stopped. He didn't want to move.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.