Police officer Chen Shu.

"General."

Wu Shengli stepped forward, a smug look on his face: "If you let these two policemen go now, the first thing they'll do is bring people to raid your place. I know the methods of the Chinese police all too well. If you back down today, they'll dare to take two steps forward tomorrow!"

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became heavy.

Wu Shengli's voice grew louder and louder: "General, didn't you see the news? The official from China this time is Vice Minister Ling from the Ministry of Public Security. Think about it, such a high-ranking official, he came all the way from Beijing just to handle a telecom fraud case? Just to catch two murderers who killed police officers? How is that possible!"

"call..."

Wu Shengli took a deep breath and said resolutely, "Their target is you, General!"

The office temperature suddenly dropped below zero, as if we had fallen into an ice cellar.

Chen Shu didn't explain; he just sat there and watched quietly.

Ang Soling remained silent for a long time.

He walked to the lower right corner of the giant photograph with his hands behind his back, looked up at it for a while, then turned around, pointed to himself in the photo, and said to everyone, "This photo was taken ten years ago when I returned from Yangon. The government summoned me to negotiate. Of all the warlords in northern Myanmar with soldiers and guns, I was the only one who dared to go. Later, the deal was settled, and the Minister of Defense wanted to personally award me a medal."

"On the day of the medal awarding ceremony, I stood below the stage while they sat on it, smiling at me and applauding me the whole time. But I knew very well that they were treating me from the perspective of victors, like treating a dog. The Minister of Defense who awarded me the medal had a big belly, and the hands that pinned the medal on me were fair and delicate, clearly never having touched a gun before."

"At the time, I was thinking, those stars on his shoulders weren't earned in battle, they fell from the sky, he was born into a good mother's womb, attended a prestigious British school, and went straight to the Ministry of Defence after graduation. Tsk tsk, I bet this fat guy has never even seen what a battlefield looks like."

"What right did he have to award me the medal? Was it because his belly was bigger than mine? Or because his father was more powerful than mine?"

At this point, Ang Su's lips curled into an undisguised mockery: "After the medal ceremony, that fat guy shook my hand and said I was the pride of the nation... I almost laughed out loud. I've been fighting them in this mountain valley for over a decade, and they call me a rebel. Now that they're too old to fight anymore and want to make peace, I'm suddenly a national hero?"

Angsolin shook his head: "I am not a national hero. I just want to go back to Dalalin and find a way to support the children who came out of the mountain village with me, to give them food and clothes, and to let their fathers, mothers, wives and children live with dignity."

As he spoke, Ang Suling walked up to Chen Shu and looked at him: "So, Commander Chen, you asked me downstairs earlier whether my soldiers were better or your Chinese army was better. Of course, yours are better. You think I'm standing here negotiating with you because I'm afraid of you? Actually, I just want to earn a way out for my boys."

Ang Su waved his hand, and the numerous guards in the room immediately pointed their guns at Chen Shu and Chen Chuan.

Ang Suling sat on the sofa, facing Chen Shu, pointed at Wu Shengli, and said, "They are businessmen. If they knew I couldn't protect them, they wouldn't need to wait until tomorrow. As soon as I open this door, they would all run away. If they run away, what will happen to my soldiers? I conquered this land, I built these houses, and I brought these young men from the mountains. Even if your main force arrives at my doorstep tomorrow, I won't run away."

The room quieted down, with only the hum of the air conditioner remaining.

Wu Shengli beamed with joy; he had won this round.

Ang Soling, leaning back on the sofa, felt as if he had the whole situation under control.

After a few minutes, Ang Suoling saw that Chen Shu neither explained nor refuted, but just looked at him quietly. For no reason, Ang Suoling felt a ripple in his heart. He felt it wasn't fear, but simply that he didn't want to see these two Chinese policemen again.

Ang Suo looked at Company Commander Ma, who had been standing by the sofa and had little presence, and said, "Go, take Commander Chen to the basement."

The basement of the property building is the park's dungeon, where Xiao Zhao and others were previously imprisoned.

Company Commander Ma didn't move. Ang Suoling, thinking the other hadn't heard him, frowned and raised his voice a few decibels: "Ma Guofeng, I told you to take these two policemen to the basement!"

"Yes, General."

Company Commander Ma stood at attention, then drew his pistol from his belt. All eyes were on him, as everyone waited for him to escort the two foreign policemen with the air of a victor.

Wu Shengli's smile was like a blooming chrysanthemum. He even exaggeratedly moved aside to make room for Company Commander Ma, even though it wasn't necessary in the spacious office.

Then Company Commander Ma pressed his gun against the head of Ang Suoling, who was sitting to the side.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

"Ma Guofeng! You're insane!"

Ansoring's body stiffened at first, then he raised his hand to try to knock away the pistol pointed at his head.

boom!

Company Commander Ma struck Ang Suoling on the head with the butt of his rifle, then pressed down with his left hand, grabbed Ang Suoling's collar, and pulled hard, pressing the pistol in his right hand back against Ang Suoling's head.

Company Commander Ma shouted at the guards who were standing there dumbfounded, "Drop your guns, or I'll kill the general!"

The guards were thrown into chaos, and Chen Shu immediately seized the opportunity, jumped off the sofa, rushed to the guards, and began to disarm them, throwing one weapon at a time to Chen Chuan.

When he encountered a guy who wouldn't let go of the gun strap, Chen Shu kicked him in the stomach. When the guy squatted down in pain, Chen Shu kicked him twice in the head. The guard couldn't bear the pain and had to put down his gun, curling up on the ground with his hands covering his head.

In less than half a minute, the situation had completely reversed.

The guards, who were originally fully armed, were now lined up, hands behind their heads, kneeling on the ground facing the wall.

Wu Shengli's face turned completely pale. He leaned against the desk, his hands gripping the edge, barely able to stand. He wanted to say something, but no one in the room paid him any attention. He looked at Chen Shu, but Chen Shu didn't look at him; he looked at Ang Suoling, whose face was ashen with a gun pointed at his head, a trickle of blood slowly flowing down his forehead.

In the end, he could only lower his head and stare at his toes.

Chen Shu kicked several rifles on the ground to the wall to signal Chen Chuan to be on guard, and then walked up to Ang Suoling.

Ang Suoling lowered his head slightly under the pressure of Company Commander Ma's gun, but he still raised his eyes and looked up at Chen Shu.

"My men are all downstairs; you can't escape."

I like Policeman Chen Shu.