Police officer Chen Shu.

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There was a knock on the door.

The knocking was just the right amount of three times, neither too loud nor too soft. The person knocking didn't seem to be in a hurry, but the atmosphere in the entire office changed instantly, and everyone involuntarily looked at the door.

Just then, Aung Soe Ling suddenly shouted a few words out loud in Burmese.

Company Commander Ma understood. He tightened his index finger on the trigger for a moment, but quickly released it.

He didn't dare to fire.

Time paused for a few seconds, then with a bang, the door was pushed open from the outside, and four fully armed guards rushed in with rifles. After scanning half the room, they quickly locked their guns on Ang Suoling and Company Commander Ma.

The row of guards who had been kneeling by the wall quickly stood up amidst the chaos and ran to the guards by the door. One of the youngest guards didn't stop and ran straight to the first floor, calling for help as he ran.

Chen Shu and Chen Chuan, each carrying a rifle, retreated to either side of Ang Suoling.

Wu Shengli, who had been slumped on the ground, finally came to his senses. He put his hands on the ground and was about to sneak towards the door when Chen Shu saw him and threw him next to Ang Suoling like a skinny monkey.

"Chen Shu, is that Zhu Yiba lying on the ground outside?"

Through the open door, Chen Chuan saw a man lying on the ground, whose face and build somewhat resembled Zhu Yiba.

Ang Soling Min noticed this and immediately ordered the guards to drag the man in from the corridor, completely unaware that a gun was being held to his head.

Company Commander Ma, standing behind Ang Suoling, pursed his lips and remained silent. He moved the gun barrel that was originally pressed against Ang Suoling's head back a few centimeters, creating a small gap.

Two soldiers carried the person in, one on each side.

Zhu Yiba.

His hands were tied behind his back, the left sleeve of his shirt was torn off, and his head drooped, swaying weakly as the soldier dragged him.

Once inside the room, the two soldiers threw Zhu Yiba to the ground.

With a thud, Zhu Yiba fell to the ground, his face turned to the side, pressed against the cold wooden floor. His left eye was swollen to the point of being only a slit, while his right eye, which could still be opened, was half-closed, with blood crusts on his eyelids. It was unclear whether he could actually see anything at this moment.

Chen Chuan, anxious, called out, "Zhu Yiba!"

Zhu Yiba didn't react at all, just slumped limply on the ground.

Ang Suling was also observing. He looked down at the Chinese man covered in blood. Judging from the reaction of the Chinese policeman next to Chen Shu earlier, he knew that the man lying on the ground was also a policeman from China and an important partner of Chen Shu and the others.

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A group of soldiers rushed into the office, and at least a dozen or so more stood in the corridor behind them. The sounds of people running and gunfire clashing came from outside the window; needless to say, the ground floor was also full of people.

At this moment, Chen Shu and the others' escape route was completely blocked from top to bottom.

A moment later, Ang Suo leaned back on the sofa, turned his head, and said gently to Chen Shu, who was standing beside him, "Commander Chen, your man isn't dead yet, but he'll be soon. As long as you put down your gun now, I can call a doctor immediately to save his life. Of course, afterwards, I will also send you all back to the port intact."

Will you leave us with a complete corpse?

Chen Shu squinted and yanked the bolt of the rifle in his hand.

Ang Suo Ling wasn't afraid; instead, he smiled naturally, as if declaring that he had regained the initiative.

"Commander Chen, look around this room, inside and out, these are all my soldiers. And what about you? One of you is lying on the ground, barely breathing through your nostrils; another is holding a rifle with the safety off; and this guy in the back, is that a toy gun? He's been holding it up for ages, why hasn't he fired yet?"

Chen Shu raised his gun and aimed it at Ang Soling.

The muzzle was no more than an arm's length away from Ang Soling; at that distance, no one would miss the bullet.

"Snap!"

All the guards in the room simultaneously raised their guns, and more than a dozen rifles were pointed at Chen Shu.

The atmosphere in the room was tense; the air was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to burst at any moment.

Ang Suling gave a cold laugh, pointed his finger at Chen Shu's gun, and said, "Commander Chen, if you fire this shot, at most only I will die, but you..."

After a pause, Ang Suo ordered Pingping to move his right hand, first pointing at Chen Shu, then at Chen Chuan beside him, then at Zhu Yiba lying on the ground, and finally pointing behind him, and slowly said: "One, two, three, four, all four of you must die, you must all be buried with me. Commander Chen, you are a smart man, but this choice does not seem very rational."

Chen Shu did not put down his gun, and of course he would not.

His eyes were fixed on Ang Suoling, his peripheral vision sweeping over Chen Chuan, who stood to the side with a furrowed brow, over Company Commander Ma, who stood opposite him with a pale face and clenched teeth, and over Zhu Yiba, who lay on the ground panting for breath.

Chen Shu said, "General, I don't think so. We are either slaves with fixed salaries or dogs under your command. If we can exchange our lives for yours, I think we've made a profit. On the contrary, don't think that just because you're dead, the soldiers you brought from the mountain stronghold and their families will have no way to survive."

"Believe it or not, in less than three days, another Angsuoling will step forward and take over your village, your industrial park, and you..." Chen Shu paused, then grinned and sneered, "And your wife and children. Everything you've accumulated throughout your life is nothing more than giving it away to someone else in marriage."

Anso's smile faded slightly, but the curve of his lips remained.

He knew that what the other party said, if not entirely correct, was at least very close to the truth.

In northern Myanmar, it's a dog-eat-dog world where the loser loses everything and the winner takes all.

"General, let's stick to the terms we agreed on earlier. I'll take Zorroson and Big Dog back to China." As he said this, Chen Shu glanced at Wu Shengli, who was curled up on the ground, his face pale.

At this moment, Wu Shengli had none of the courage he had shown before in spending 50% of his wealth to protect his nephew, Da Gouzi. He was just huddled on the ground, trembling, not daring to look at anyone or utter a single word.

Chen Shu continued, "Wu Shengli will stay with you, and we'll call it even."

A fierce glint flashed in Ang Suoling's eyes. Without even glancing at Wu Shengli, he sneered, "My adjutant is dead. You should at least leave one of your men behind. That would be fair."

Chen Shu nodded and said matter-of-factly, "That's right, I'll stay."

I like Policeman Chen Shu.