Police officer Chen Shu.

The monitoring room of the telecommunications fraud industrial park.

An entire wall is covered with a dense array of monitors, their bezels stitched together to form a huge panoramic view, simultaneously displaying a live video feed against the backdrop of a luxuriously decorated office.

On a long table placed slightly in the middle of the monitoring room, several ultrawide monitors were lined up, their lit images seamlessly connected, providing a 360-degree view of a man in black inside the luxurious office.

In the video, a man in black stands by the window, holding a glass of wine, leisurely enjoying the scenery outside.

"General, this policeman didn't make a phone call or use a cell phone."

An officer wearing thick glasses stood by a long table, bowing and reporting to Ang Suling, who was sitting in the boss's chair: "It's been an hour, and he hasn't done anything but drink. Then, Company Commander Ma... ah, no, that traitor Ma Guofeng took Big Dog and Zorosson to the next room."

Ansoring leaned back in his chair, a cigar between his fingers, the ash already quite long.

His eyes never left the monitor. In the video, Chen Shu was back on the sofa, legs crossed, wine glass in hand, looking relaxed and at ease as if he were at a friend's house.

Then, Chen Shu picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table and began pouring wine into the crystal glass. His pouring motion was unhurried and his hand was steady, so not a single drop of wine was spilled.

Old Rip Van Winkle, a precious foreign liquor with an annual production of less than two thousand, is a wine that Angso himself drinks sparingly. But in Chen Shu's hands, it's like beer; he drinks as much as he can fit in his stomach.

They weren't being polite at all.

Ang Suling snorted coldly, his voice icy: "I'm not blind, I can see." The bespectacled soldier trembled, bending his back even deeper, a layer of white fog forming on his lenses, not daring to remove them to clean them.

Ang Suo placed his cigar on the rim of the ashtray, stood up, walked to the giant screen, stared at Chen Shu's smug expression on the screen, and pondered it over and over again.

What kind of person can drink comfortably while being locked up in an armed group's office? Unless that person is confident that they are not being imprisoned and knows that the organization behind them will step in to bail them out.

Even the fact that Commander Chen appeared in the telecom fraud park from the very beginning was not an accident, but a pre-arranged plan targeting Aung Soe Lwin, and even the entire northern Myanmar region.

He walked in step by step, then sat on the sofa. Just a moment ago, he had warned Ang Suling in a harsh voice: China is here to find an obedient dog!

Thinking of this, Angso felt a slight palpitation in his chest. Although it wasn't much, it was still somewhat threatening for a general who had fought his way up from the battlefield since childhood.

Ang Soling slowly walked back to his chair and sat down.

The others in the monitoring room didn't dare to breathe. The bespectacled soldier lowered his back for the third time, his face almost touching his knees.

Angso leaned back in his chair, picked up the half-smoked cigar from the ashtray, put it in his mouth, and took a long drag. Although he was confused, he patiently waited.

Clang!

The door to the monitoring room was pushed open from the outside, and an officer ran in carrying a file bag. Because he was moving in such a hurry, he slipped on the floor near the door and almost bumped into the long table.

The officer, barely managing to stand properly, hurriedly shouted, "General, the Chinese Consulate General in Mandalay has called, saying that their Counselor Li invites you to meet at the embassy."

Counselor Li?

This person is said to be about to be promoted to chief envoy and minister-counselor, and will serve as the consul general at the consulate general in Mandalay.

Such a big shot is incomparable to these wild generals in northern Myanmar. Even the well-known generals in Myanmar may not have the opportunity to meet him.

Ang Suo gripped the handrail tightly, disregarding his image, and pressed, "What else did they say?"

The officer straightened up and, recalling what he'd heard, said, "He also said... he also thanked the general for his support of the joint law enforcement operation and hoped for more opportunities to cooperate in the future. That's about it; nothing else."

This is a reminder that the commander of the joint enforcement team is still in the park! If he wants a future, he has to be treated well now with the best food and drink!

Ang Soling took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair.

If there were any doubts before, after this phone call, the doubts have completely vanished.

"Okay, let's go back to the office!"

Anso pulled back his chair and stood up. Just as he reached the door, the bespectacled officer suddenly rushed to another row of ultrawide monitors, pointed at one of the screens displaying international news, and exclaimed excitedly:

"General! Look at this, it's a notice just issued by the Yunnan Provincial Public Security Bureau!"

Anso stopped in his tracks, turned abruptly back to the long table, and ripped aside the bespectacled officer blocking his way.

He wasn't really listening to what the female host was saying, but he noticed the headline on the screen and read it softly: "Joint Chinese-Myanmar Law Enforcement Operation Achieves Major Success in Dalalin Area!"

After a pause, Angsorin continued reading the brief message: "Comrade Chen Shu, the commander of the joint law enforcement operation in Dallinn area, is currently on a working visit to the Dallinn Autonomous Region government, where both sides exchanged views on subsequent cooperation matters..."

Yunnan Provincial Public Security Bureau, though it sounds like just a province, is actually twice the size of northern Myanmar. In the eyes of Aung Soe Lwin, a warlord who controlled the region, it was no less powerful than the official Myanmar government to the south.

The police force of this province alone could wipe out the entire armed forces of their country.

This behemoth publicly expressed its support for him through its own official news account.

Of course, although Aung Soling's name did not appear in the entire news article, the Kalallin Autonomous Region government did put it in black and white in the report.

Just then, Dalalin's phone rang. It was a call from one of the company commanders he had sent out to search for Minlai.

The company commander reported to him that Min Lai was found trapped in a wooden house on the north side of the park. She was still alive. Although all the troops that Min Lai brought out were captured, none of them died. It was said that the commander from China deliberately spared them.

After hanging up the phone, Ang Suling stood in front of the giant screen, looking up at Chen Shu's huge portrait on it. Things he hadn't understood before suddenly made sense.

Why did Chen Shu dare to venture deep into the telecom fraud park? Because he knew that even if he were caught, his life wouldn't be in danger, since he hadn't killed any of Ang Suo's men.

Why did Chen Shu dare to openly call Ang So Ling, the leader of the ethnic armed group, a dog? Because he knew that in front of China, these so-called generals were not even as good as dogs.

Why did Chen Shu drink on the sofa for over an hour without touching his phone? Because he knew that his colleagues and his organization would play the right cards at the right time.

Thinking of this, Anso broke out in a cold sweat. He wished he could fly to his office immediately, take out all the Old Rip Van Winkle from the liquor cabinet, and treat them as beer—that would be their honor.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.