Police officer Chen Shu.

The second floor of the office building in the telecommunications fraud park.

Standing in the corridor, facing the familiar door, Ang Suoling felt a strange mix of emotions welling up inside him.

There was the elation of being recognized by a major power, the emotion of finally getting ahead after years of hard work, and the anticipation of a new era to come.

Having spent most of his life fighting in the law of the jungle, Ang Soling, at a certain age, had absolutely no resistance to the promises of a great power that could give him legitimate status and future security.

To mitigate the risks, he followed the example of other warlords and Burmese officials by buying a house in Kunming, just so he would have a place to go when he got old.

No matter how great the destination, nothing is more important than clinging to a powerful figure right now. This is a choice that requires no thought whatsoever.

Ang Soling placed his hand on the doorknob but did not push it open immediately.

The corridor was quiet. The two guards by the door stood ramrod straight, their eyes darting about, and they even tried to keep their breathing as low as possible.

Ang Suo Ling suddenly felt a little unreal.

The maturity he had built up over decades on the battlefield vanished in an instant. Before entering the room, he even looked down and checked his uniform one last time before pushing the door open.

The moment the door opened, the sunlight that filled the room illuminated Angso's eyes, which had been clouded for so long.

Chen Shu sat on the sofa, still with his legs crossed, seemingly watching the news on TV. After hearing the door open, he naturally turned his head.

Upon seeing that the person who had arrived was Ang Suoling, Chen Shu smiled and slightly raised the wine glass in his hand, swirling it as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Commander."

Ang Soling did not sit down, nor did he dare to, even though he was the owner of the office.

He stood in front of Chen Shu, took a deep breath, and his back, which had not bent even when facing the Myanmar Minister of Defense, bent slightly at this moment.

Proactive, solemn, and with respect and gratitude.

Ang Suoling swore allegiance, saying, "Commander, I've fought my whole life and seen too many people die violent deaths, so I've never believed in fate. But today, your arrival has made me believe in one thing. I, Ang Suoling, have been guarding this place for so many years, guarding this mountain, guarding these people, all just to wait for your arrival."

Chen Shu understood.

The Xia Kingdom government made its move, throwing in an enormous amount of leverage that Ang Suo Ling could never have imagined, using the power of a major nation to break the deadlock—a tactic those bigwigs were used to employing.

Such tactics, which only large countries can employ, are utterly ineffective and impossible for small countries in the southeast to counter. Rome in Europe is history, but the dominant power in Asia remains.

After all, there are well-documented precedents for this throughout history.

Ang Soling's words were not polite or flattering, but rather the solemn decision of an old warlord who had risen from the bottom to the top, after seeing through the cruel nature of the jungle where it was either you die or I live, and who was betting his life and fortune accumulated over decades on a single decision.

Chen Shu stood up and extended his hand.

Ansor took two steps forward and grasped his hand, much more firmly than when they first met at the Judicial Committee.

"General, please have a seat." Chen Shu gestured to the sofa, his tone still unhurried, but with a newfound amiability. "General, you have made a very wise choice. Your family and your people will be proud of your decision today."

Ang Soling slowly sat down on the sofa and nodded respectfully.

Chen Shu extended his index, middle, and ring fingers, getting straight to the point: "Our demands are simple, just three things. First, crack down on telecom fraud. Arrest all those involved in fraud in your park and hand them over to us."

Ang Soling opened his mouth slightly, as if to refute or argue, but in the end he said nothing and closed his lips tightly.

Chen Shu stared at Ang Soling, and after the other party had completely quieted down, he continued, "Second, industries involving drugs, including drug manufacturing and trafficking..."

Angso's pupils widened suddenly.

If the telecom fraud industry disappeared, they might be poorer and hungrier, but at least they could survive. However, the drug industry is directly related to the lifeline of armed groups; if it were gone, they wouldn't even have a chance to survive.

Reality is just that cruel.

Farmers in northern Myanmar grow drugs not to make more money, but for one purpose: to survive.

"We'll give you time regarding drug-related matters." Chen Shu reacted quickly, adjusting the plan based on Ang Suling's changing expression. "Okay, let's stop the drug trafficking route in the north first. We'll talk about the rest later."

Angsoring breathed a sigh of relief, but the road to the north was still within his acceptable range.

Given the attitude and intensity of China's crackdown on drugs in recent years, it has been very difficult for them to smuggle drugs in. The drastically reduced order volume and soaring logistics costs have led them to consider abandoning this market.

Now that these words have come from the commander's mouth, Ang Soling is naturally willing to go along with it.

"Commander, what about the other organizations in northern Myanmar? Can you deal with them... um..." Aung Soe Ling cautiously posed the question. Chen Shu had already made suggestions regarding the handling of the other warlords in northern Myanmar during their previous meeting. At that time, Aung Soe Ling had some doubts, but now it was time to put it on the table and discuss it.

"No." Chen Shu leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his wine, and put it down. He said, "General, you said you've been waiting for me. Let me correct something first. You weren't waiting for me; you were waiting for an opportunity. That opportunity is right in front of you, but you have to reach out and grab it yourself, not wait for me to feed it to you."

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"Also, you must remember one thing: our Xia Kingdom will neither acknowledge nor talk about these things. You have to do all of this yourself; you have to take the initiative."

Ang Soling's expression froze instantly.

According to Chen Shu, the Dalalin Autonomous Government will proactively declare war on the Allied Forces, the United Forces, and the Arakan Army in its next actions.

At that point, Dala Lin will face a situation where he is attacked by three parties. If he is even more unlucky, and the Burmese government in the south gets involved, he will not be far from death.

Chen Shu didn't give him too much time to process it, and continued speaking in the same slow, deliberate tone that suggested someone else would take the job if he didn't.

"General."

Chen Shu dusted off his trousers and stood up: "We've pretty much finished talking. You can take your time to think it over, but I'm leaving now. You know I'm taking those two with me."

Ang Suo stood up straight respectfully and nodded, saying, "Commander, I will personally escort you and these two back to the port first thing tomorrow morning."

I like Policeman Chen Shu.