Police officer Chen Shu.

"Ma Guofeng, what do you mean by this? Are you out of your mind?!"

Despite having a gun pointed at the back of his head by Company Commander Ma, Ang Suoling's momentum did not diminish in the slightest. He glanced sideways at Company Commander Ma.

Company Commander Ma pursed his lips, not daring to speak, and dared not look directly at anyone, only staring intently at the gun in his hand.

Aung Soe Ling glanced at Chen Shu beside him. This commander of the joint Chinese-Myanmar law enforcement team from China was sitting on the sofa with his hands crossed on the rifle resting on his lap. He didn't say anything, just watched.

Ang Suoling withdrew his gaze and fixed it on Company Commander Ma's face again, mocking, "Ma Guofeng, you've followed me for so many years, eating my food, using my things, even paying off your debts at the casino and KTV, and this is how you repay me?"

Company Commander Ma's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

Ang Suo's lips curled into a cold smile as he said, "You're surrounded. You can't escape. You should know how many guns are in the park. I'm not talking to you now to beg you, but to give you a way out. Ma Guofeng, put down your gun now, and I can pretend today never happened."

Company Commander Ma's breathing became rapid, the pistol in his hand felt as hot as a burning stick, and he looked at Chen Shu for help.

Upon seeing this scene, Ang Soling looked at the taciturn Chinese policeman again. The man's silence annoyed him, as his dignity was being disrespected. But at the same time, he realized that Chen Shu sitting here was the greatest endorsement of Company Commander Ma.

He suddenly realized what was happening, gasped, and a terrifying thought flashed through his mind.

In the early hours of last night, he dispatched a force led by Min Lai to search for Chen Shu and others in the back mountains of the park. Now that it's this late, Min Lai has not yet returned to the park to report to him. Instead, Chen Shu and his men have swaggered into his park.

Ma Guofeng suddenly turned against him again. This guy, who wouldn't even go all in at the casino, dared to point a gun at him today.

The answer is already obvious.

Aung Soe Ling's eyes changed, showing a hint of sudden realization. As a warlord who had risen from the bottom to become a powerful figure in the jungles of northern Myanmar, Aung Soe Ling quickly pieced together all the scattered fragments into a complete picture in his mind.

"Minlai is in your hands." Ang Suling stood up from the sofa. Company Commander Ma raised his gun, but he didn't dare to say anything harsh or stop him. His wrist was stiff, and he didn't dare to pull the trigger either.

The gun wasn't really that intimidating in his hands, but fortunately, his sudden betrayal half a minute earlier had stunned everyone and given Chen Shu and Chen Chuan a chance to retaliate.

Now Chen Shu and Company Commander Ma are keeping an eye on Ang Suoling, while Chen Chuan is controlling the guards kneeling in a row and keeping an eye on Wu Shengli, who is slumped next to the desk.

Ang Suo-ling stroked his chin and speculated, "Min Lai has been with me since she was a child, and she's my adjutant now. Here, Ma Guo-feng, an outsider who can't even go home, wouldn't dare touch Min Lai even if he had ten lives. Only you, Commander Chen, only you can take down my adjutant."

Chen Shu didn't say anything, he just stared at the other person.

There were no negotiations, no hostage exchanges, nothing at all. It was as if he were in the official government of Myanmar or China's own embassy, ​​and it was perfectly safe.

Aung Soe Ling pondered for a moment and said, “Min Lai’s father was a soldier with me and died. His mother was killed in a bombing when he was six years old. When I dug him out of the rubble, he didn’t even cry; he just held onto my hand tightly. I fed him, taught him to shoot, and raised him from a naked little boy into my adjutant, a real soldier.”

At this point, Aung Soe Ling's voice turned somber: "Min Lai is the person I trust most. You've captured him, but where is he now? In Myanmar, or in China?"

Ang Suling stared into Chen Shu's eyes, as if confirming a fact that even he himself was unwilling to confirm.

Chen Shu did not avoid his gaze, but he also did not answer his question. His silence was almost cold, but this silence itself said everything.

A few seconds later, Ang Suling turned around and looked at Company Commander Ma. Company Commander Ma's lips moved, but no sound came out. However, his expression said it all.

Ang Soling's voice was much softer, no longer like the powerful general he had been before, the general who had never shown weakness even when a gun was pointed at his head.

"Ma Guofeng, Min Lai is dead, isn't she?"

"General...General..." Company Commander Ma's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, trying to explain something. He held his gun, but his words were utterly weak. "General, I didn't kill Min Lai. I just...I just..."

Chen Chuan saw this and felt a little better.

"You just handed him over to the Chinese," Ang Suling finished his sentence for him, then sneered, "You think you're not a murderer just because you didn't do it yourself? Heh, you certainly don't think so, otherwise you wouldn't have put a gun to your general's head. Tell me, how did Min Lai die, and where did he die?"

Company Commander Ma's lips trembled. He wanted to say that he didn't kill the person, but that it was the Chinese police who killed her. They shot Min Lai in front of him in order to force him to take sides and leave him with no way out.

But he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

He could only tell himself that he had no choice.

His right hand, which had been trembling slightly from Ang Soling's questioning, gripped the gun handle firmly again.

Company Commander Ma slowly said, "General, Min Lai died in the wooden house by the river on the north side of the back mountain. She was taken away with a gun. I think she... shouldn't have suffered any pain."

The office remained quiet for a long time.

Ang Suling turned around and sat on the sofa, picked up the crystal glass containing the expensive foreign liquor on the coffee table, but didn't drink it. He just looked down and quietly watched the golden liquid swirling in the glass.

Old Rip Van Winkle, a renowned wine with an annual production of two thousand bottles, seems utterly insignificant at this point.

"Minlai was afraid of the dark when he was little. There were no lights in the village back then, so he would sleep under my bed at night. I would ask him to sleep on the bed, but he wouldn't. Later, as he grew up, he seemed to become braver, always leading the troops in battle. But I know that he still needs the light on when he sleeps at night."

Ang Suling placed the wine glass back on the coffee table, looked calmly at Chen Shu, and slowly asked, "Commander Chen, if I remember correctly, there were no lights in that wooden house, were there?"

Chen Shu nodded slightly and finally spoke: "General, I brought a flashlight. I assure you, your adjutant left with dignity."

The office fell silent again, as if the air had frozen.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

dong dong dong.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.