Police officer Chen Shu.

At 10 a.m., in the telecom fraud park, surrounded by rivers on all sides, there is a single bridge.

Chen Shu began observing from the bridge.

A cement bridge spans a river channel more than 30 meters long. The river water is relatively clean, but the current is fast, carrying the momentum of the upstream rushing down, swirling and rushing south.

The bridge is narrow, barely wide enough for two cars to pass through. If a person walks on it, they're an easy target.

The guard post, which was originally thought to be abandoned, was now staffed with four or five soldiers. There were guards and sentries outside the post, while inside, a machine gun was mounted, its dark muzzle pointing directly at the park's only entrance and exit, the single bridge.

The park's perimeter wall is about four or five meters high. It's not very high, but at each of the left and right corners of the wall stands a tower that is more than ten meters high. At the top of the tower is a guard post that is open on all four sides, and below it stands a soldier wearing a beret and sunglasses.

Although our ancestors taught us thousands of years ago not to judge people by their appearance, in reality, we often do just that.

Elite, everything you see is elite.

This group of people is not the same small fry who came to the park with the joint Chinese-Myanmar law enforcement team to sweep it up before. The kind of chubby police chief who is like a servant to his master will not be seen here.

"This is a military fortress."

Chen Shu confirmed it in his mind once again, and without a doubt, completely rejected the plan to launch a full-scale attack.

He lifted his foot and stepped onto the single-lane bridge.

"What a load of bull!"

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for!"

"Hurry up, or I'll cripple you!"

Company Commander Ma stood angrily on the bridge at the entrance of the park. After cursing at Chen Shu and Chen Chuan, he turned and strode into the park.

Chen Shu's hands were tied tightly behind his back with rope. Two fully armed soldiers followed on either side of him. When the soldiers pushed Chen Shu's back, he would take a few steps.

Chen Chuan received similar treatment, also following behind in groups of three.

Two soldiers were smoking by the guard booth at the entrance. When they saw Company Commander Ma leading people over, they threw down their cigarettes, stood at attention, and saluted.

This salute was very standard, completely different from the salute given by the green-skinned soldiers in the Dalalin Autonomous Region government compound.

After saluting, one of the soldiers took out a walkie-talkie clipped to his waist and gave a rapid-fire report.

Before they could answer, Company Commander Ma nodded to them and, following his usual habit, led them inside without stopping.

The soldiers wanted to stop them, but seeing the other party's nonchalant expression and carefree actions, they ultimately did not.

As he entered, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Company Commander Ma began to mutter in a somewhat petty manner, his voice neither loud nor soft, just enough to reach Chen Shu and Chen Chuan's ears.

"How can you kill people indiscriminately..."

"They've already surrendered, why are you still killing prisoners..."

"That's fucking ruthless, even more ruthless than in the movies..."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the bandits..."

"Isn't this pushing me to my death...?"

"..."

Company Commander Ma subtly indicated that everyone understood, but Chen Shu naturally pretended not to hear, while Chen Chuan, standing to the side, was not in a particularly good mood.

Passing through the park gate, there is still that straight cement road, and the bushes on both sides are still neatly trimmed. The only difference is that the scattered documents, overturned instant noodle buckets, and plastic slippers on the ground have been cleaned up.

The basketball court not far behind was even more lively than in the previous days, with many young people wearing green military T-shirts and trousers playing basketball there.

There are also some wearing basketball suits commonly seen on NBA star players in China, such as purple number 87, red number 11, and black number 23.

When these people saw Chen Shu and his group enter, they stopped playing ball, stood in a row, put their arms around each other's shoulders, and pointed and whispered at Chen Shu from afar. This kind of behavior of liking to watch a show is obviously Chinese.

Company Commander Ma spat on the ground and said disdainfully, "These guys, the joint law enforcement team just left and they're already back in the park to start working. They really don't want to waste a single day."

The "them" that Company Commander Ma was referring to were, of course, the online gambling companies in the telecom fraud park. These companies, which could be described as making a fortune every day, were greedy to the core from top to bottom, and never let go of any opportunity to make money.

Leaving pigs outside will definitely cost money. Being able to return to the telecom fraud park as soon as possible will not only save a considerable amount of accommodation and food expenses, but most importantly, it will allow them to get their hands on computers and mobile phones and immediately cash out.

Chen Shu didn't respond. He knew that without the approval of the local armed leaders, none of these spineless scumbags who only knew how to swindle the elderly, weak, women and children would dare to return to the park so arrogantly on the very day the China-Myanmar law enforcement team left.

The root of the problem doesn't lie with these online gambling companies. If the source isn't eliminated, even if joint law enforcement teams regularly crack down on telecom fraud, it won't be effective. It will just be a formality, no matter how many times they come every year or month.

From a distance, a large group of people could be seen standing in front of the office building.

Anso stood on the highest step, with his elite guard platoon on both sides, all dressed in woodland camouflage uniforms, lined up on the road from top to bottom, guns pointed downwards, still quite imposing.

This is clearly a show of force intended to intimidate them.

A soldier, presumably the captain, jogged over, looked Chen Shu up and down, and then searched him closely, carefully feeling along Chen Shu's shoulders, armpits, waist, and lower abdomen, not even missing the groin area.

After searching Chen Shu's body, the captain moved behind Chen Shu, reached out and tugged hard on the rope binding Chen Shu to make sure it was securely tied before slowly withdrawing his hand.

The captain stepped aside and nodded slightly to Angsorin.

"Commander Chen, we meet again."

Ang Soling's voice rang out from the steps. Today he was wearing a full set of general's uniform, the stars on his collar insignia were polished to a shine, and his leather shoes made a crisp sound with each step.

He took a few steps down, stopping halfway down, looking down at Chen Shu with a smile that resembled the arrogant smile of a villain in a movie or TV series, as if he had everything under control.

Chen Shu raised his head and looked back without showing any weakness.

He crossed the bridge, passed through the wall, counted the sentries on the tower and the troops along the way, and knew that if he wanted to force his way here, it would be impossible without the lives of hundreds of people, and they would have to be elite infantry.

The bridge is a shooting range, the tower is a commanding height, and the cement road is a meat grinder.

With a troop ratio of at least ten to one, even if the legendary military strategists of ancient China were to come, they would be helpless.

But now, Chen Shu is standing inside, only three steps away from Ang Suoling. At most, it's just a few seconds' sprint away from him.

Chen Shu smiled.

Some doors can't be forced open from the outside, but they fall over with a single push from the inside.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.