Police officer Chen Shu.

"How can this be a win-win situation?"

Ang Soling, with a cigar in his mouth, got up and walked to the liquor cabinet next to his desk. He took out a bottle of foreign liquor, grabbed the neck of the bottle, and shook it a few times. The golden liquid swirled and flowed inside the bottle.

Then he bent down and opened the cabinet door at the bottom of the wine cabinet, took out a heavy crystal wine glass, held the liquor in his left hand and the glass in his right hand, and sat back down on the sofa.

Chen Shu didn't rush to speak, but waited for Ang Suo to fill all the wine cups with wine, because he had to drink, and drink a lot.

This is the first step of the plan.

boom.

After they clinked glasses, they both drank their fill.

Chen Shu put down his wine glass and said frankly, "Just like yesterday, you gather the reporters, and in front of everyone, we will announce that the Dallin Autonomous Region government, after cooperating with the Chinese police in cracking down on telecom fraud, has solved another important case that endangers China's national security."

"Wait a minute." Ang Suling frowned, raised his right hand, and pointed at Chen Shudao. "Commander Chen, what did you just say? That it involves China's national security? I dare not accept such a serious accusation."

Chen Shu said solemnly, "The loss of four police officers means that national security has been threatened."

Ang Suling was taken aback at first, then shook his head and said sarcastically, "Commander Chen, you've set me up again. You're still sitting in my office, and you're already trying to take Big Dog and Zoroson away? Maybe you should consider your own safety first?"

Big Dog and Zoroson are the murderers of the four police officers. Since the case has been solved, these two must be brought back to China as criminal suspects.

Chen Shu didn't reply, but slowly filled the glass with wine.

Alcohol is a good thing; it can relieve worries and sorrows. But alcohol is also a bad thing; it can make you lose your mind and judgment.

Ang Soling continued, "Min Lai's whereabouts are currently unknown. Oh no, I won't go to the cabin. At least for now, Min Lai's whereabouts are unknown. The other company and platoon leaders are still downstairs waiting for me to give them an explanation. I can use the operation to conclude perfectly to fool the reporters, but I can't fool my soldiers with this. Commander Chen, you need to produce something concrete."

Instead of answering the question directly, Chen Shu changed his perspective.

He looked into Ang Soling's eyes and said slowly, "General, I am not your enemy. I have come here only to take away the people I want to take away, nothing more. As for your territory, your houses, even your wealth, everything you have, I don't want it, not a single penny."

Ang Soling narrowed his eyes, staring at the policeman from the north.

"General, you've fought so many battles, growing your forces from a dozen guns to over a dozen companies. The entire Dalalin region has to defer to you. But what do those people in the south think of you? Heh heh, I certainly don't know, because before coming here, I'd never even heard of you. But that doesn't prevent me from judging both sides."

Chen Shu smiled and pointed to the huge portrait hanging behind his desk: "General, tell me, ten years ago you went to Yangon and signed a ceasefire agreement with the Burmese government. The Minister of Defense personally awarded you a medal, and you became the first district head of the Dalalin Autonomous Region. The autonomous region established a judicial committee, a police station, and so on. Basically, whatever Yangon has, Dalalin has too."

"Your efforts are clear even to me, a foreigner, but what's the result?" Chen Shu pointed towards the Dalalin Judicial Committee building and said, "When I came here, I drove a car with four words printed on it: 'Ceasefire Supervision.' You should recognize those four words and know what they mean. So, General, may I ask, ceasefire—ceasefire on whose war, and ceasefire on which war?"

After a pause, Chen Shu leaned back on the sofa, his tone slightly mocking: "General, it's been ten years, and they still don't consider you one of their own."

boom!

Ang Suling raised his right hand high and slammed it hard on the coffee table. His palm collided with the wooden surface of the coffee table, making a loud noise.

He sneered, "I don't need them to treat me like one of their own, as long as they don't cause me trouble."

Chen Shu saw Ang Suoling's resentment and added fuel to the fire without any hesitation: "General, you are a soldier. As a soldier, you should know that on the battlefield, besides your own people, everyone else is the enemy. Believe me, once they have a free moment, the first person they'll kill will be you."

Ang Suling gritted his teeth: "Why?"

Chen Shu chuckled, "The reason is simple: you own the largest telecom fraud industrial park in all of Myanmar, and the money laundering company with the highest turnover. By the way, do you own property in Kunming? Do you own property in Yangon or Mandalay? These will all be theirs eventually. Oh, and you have a wife and kids, right? Hehe, then..."

boom!

Ang Soling slammed the wine glass onto the ground.

The crystal glass crashed onto the expensive Turkish carpet, shattering into pieces. Golden liquid flew everywhere, with a small portion even splashing onto Onso's face.

Keangsor didn't wipe it off, letting the wine drip down his face. His chest heaved violently, and his right hand, which had smashed the glass, was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Ang Suling stared at Chen Shu, his eyes no longer showing the composure they had before, but only the anger of an old wound being torn open. The other man's last words were like a knife, stabbing him directly into his most painful spot.

Aung Soe Ling took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and shouted, "If I hadn't stayed here to hold off those idiots, would they be so comfortable in the south? The Allied Forces and the Arakan Army in the west, and the Arakan Army in the east—these guys have never submitted to our command, and they're always clamoring to march south!"

Chen Shu neither refuted nor comforted him, but simply waited quietly for Ang Suo to calm down.

During this break, he walked over to the wine cabinet and, following Ang Soling's earlier actions, took out two intact glasses from the small cabinet below.

I returned to the sofa and slowly poured myself a glass of wine.

"General, I understand what you're saying. You are a general and a county magistrate now, but these titles were either self-proclaimed or bestowed upon you by them. Never mind, whoever bestowed them upon you, these things mean nothing to those people. They just need you to stand on the north front and stabilize the battle line. As for anything else, they won't give it to you, at least not voluntarily."

"I've said it before, I don't need them to give it to me!"

"What if they rob you?"

Chen Shu immediately retorted sarcastically, giving Ang Suoling no time to think. With a single, casual remark, he pierced Ang Suoling's heart once more.

Ang Suoling picked up the opened bottle of liquor, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go. After several large gulps, he slammed the bottle down on the coffee table with a loud bang.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.