Police officer Chen Shu.

Chen Shu stood at the door, looking at Zhu Yiba.

Bandages wrapped around half of Zhu Yiba's head, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed. His chest was bulging, and through the open collar, one could see that it was also wrapped in bandages. Fortunately, his hands and feet were still intact.

Chen Chuan stood beside him, his hands in his pockets.

Chen Shu asked, "Are you alright with the injuries?"

Zhu Yiba subconsciously raised his hand to touch his chest, grinned, and said, "I won't die."

Chen Shu led Chen Chuan and Zhu Yiba into the house. When Company Commander Ma saw them, he immediately hung up the phone, and his rough face, weathered by the mountain wind, was immediately filled with a smile.

It wasn't the obsequiousness shown towards General Ang Suoling or Commander Chen Shu, but rather the heartfelt, unstoppable enthusiasm displayed by a wealthy person who treats loose change like paper money.

"Officer Chen! Oh my god, you've finally arrived! I've missed you so much!"

Company Commander Ma took three steps at a time, wiping his hands on his trouser legs several times until they were clean, before reaching out to grasp Chen Chuan's hand and shaking it vigorously up and down twice.

"Officer Chen, I've been waiting for you like the stars and the moon! You didn't even give me a heads-up before you came, so I could have sent someone to pick you up at the mountain pass! It must be hard to drive on this road in the middle of the night. Have you eaten yet? Should I have someone get you something? I also brought some wine with me!"

Before Chen Chuan could reply, Company Commander Ma looked up and yelled at the soldiers sitting outside, "Get up right now! What the hell are you sleeping for! Bring the liquor over! And some more roasted meat! Oh, and those bags of compressed biscuits in the back of the truck, bring them over too!"

Company Commander Ma, who had previously been quite considerate towards the sleeping soldiers, was now shouting at the top of his lungs.

Chen Chuan smiled slightly; Company Commander Ma's enthusiasm was within his expectations.

He calmly took out his phone, displayed a screenshot of bank transfer records, pointed to the numbers, and said, "Old Ma, count the zeros. See? The final payment has already been transferred to your wife's account. This money is all from legitimate sources, so use it with confidence. By the way, if you don't believe me, you can check it on the app."

"Officer Chen, you're too kind! How could I not believe you!"

Company Commander Ma patted his chest, his voice extremely loud, but his small eyes were desperately squinting, staring intently at the phone screen in Chen Chuan's hand.

It's no surprise that, given the extremely strict currency controls in China these days, even if Company Commander Ma earns a lot of money in northern Myanmar and pays high fees, it would be difficult to send the money smoothly to his wife and children living in China. Therefore, Chen Chuan's method of giving money was truly a timely help.

"one two three..."

Company Commander Ma's lips moved slightly, as if he couldn't help but count silently. When he reached the end, he suddenly let out a puzzled "hmm".

Chen Chuan smiled and deliberately asked, "Old Ma, is there something wrong with the numbers?"

Company Commander Ma waved his hands repeatedly: "I've witnessed Officer Chen's generosity firsthand. Money is no problem, definitely no problem! It's just... it's just that we gave too much, it seems like we gave tens of thousands too much."

Chen Chuan put away his phone, patted Company Commander Ma on the shoulder, and said gently, "The college entrance exam just ended, so consider this a Huawei family pack I bought for your little Ma."

Company Commander Ma's eyes immediately reddened.

In northern Myanmar, a place where only strength and money matter, he hadn't felt this kind of care from outsiders, outside of business, for a long time. At this moment, he briefly shed the shell he had to maintain in this cruel jungle.

He quickly lowered his head, wiped his face haphazardly with the back of his hand, and muttered, "This godforsaken place, how come there's suddenly a sandstorm?" But where did the wind come from inside the wooden house?

When he first met Chen Chuan, the other party immediately bid $200,000 without batting an eye. Even when the other party proposed $2 million later, he agreed to do it, but it was essentially just a business deal.

Just now, he grabbed Chen Chuan's hand and shook it, warmly inviting him to eat and drink; these were all business connections.

In the dark forests of northern Myanmar, where life and death were fought every day, the only truth he learned was that money was exchanged for goods, and no one owed anyone anything.

But today, Officer Chen from China gave him something that wasn't part of the transaction.

Twenty thousand, a mere twenty thousand dollars, not even US dollars, yet it touched him deeply.

When Company Commander Ma looked up again, the commander standing beside him, who had essentially given him a new life, had already handed him a cigarette and smiled as he offered a way out: "Company Commander Ma, I think that area can't be left unguarded. We can't let our efforts be wasted at the last step because of carelessness."

"Yes, yes!" Company Commander Ma took the cigarette with his left hand, wiped his eyes with his right hand again, and nodded repeatedly. "Commander, I'll take my men over right away. I just contacted the troops, they've already set off, and they should be here in a little over an hour."

Chen Shu patted Company Commander Ma on the shoulder and said softly, "Take everyone with you, and bring all your weapons, just in case. We'll take care of things here. You can go and get back to work."

"Okay."

Company Commander Ma, a middle-aged man over forty, suddenly started running incredibly fast.

.......

Zorroson was dragged out of the wooden house by Chen Chuan.

This business manager, who had been arrogant and domineering in the park for so many years, was forcibly dragged into the yard in the middle of the night in this deserted and abandoned logging camp, and forced to kneel on the ground with his hands tied behind his back.

His knees slammed heavily against the rocks, causing him to grimace in pain.

"What's wrong with you? Can't a person get some sleep...?"

Zorrosson was still complaining to Chen Shu when he turned around and, in the dim light of the kerosene lamp at the door of the wooden house, saw the person standing only a few steps away from him. His blood instantly froze.

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Although half of the other person's head was wrapped in bandages, those bloodshot eyes had appeared in his nightmares day and night for the past year.

"You...you..."

Zorroson collapsed to the ground.

If he had known to kowtow and beg for mercy when he saw Commander Chen Shu in the telecom fraud park, now that he saw Zhu Yiba, a Chinese policeman who had been beaten half to death, he had no will to resist at all.

His lips began to tremble uncontrollably, and his eyes widened as if he had seen death.

Chen Shu said to Chen Chuan, "Chen Chuan, go inside."

Chen Chuan shook his head: "I know what you're trying to do, but this isn't China, there's no need for that."

Chen Shu didn't try to persuade him any further. He walked over to Zhu Yiba, and as he walked, he took out the Type 64 pistol that Wang Yan had taken from the Mandalay Special Police Armory from his lower back, turned the muzzle, and handed it to Zhu Yiba, hefting it up a couple of times.

Zhu Yiba remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the limp Zorroson on the ground.

Chen Chuan stood to the side with his arms crossed, and asked sarcastically, "Old Zhu, things have come to this point, you're not going to spew out something as stupid as saying we should take them back to China to face legal consequences, are you?"

Chen Shu remained silent, his expression calm.

However, in his heart, one sentence was pounding wildly.

You're a cop! You're a cop! You're a fucking cop!

Police, oh police...

Hey guys, sorry. I just realized that my last post about pets was actually a paid VIP post...

Old Bear was wrong, I'll kowtow to everyone here.

I had a few drinks that day, so I talked a bit more nonsense. Feel free to criticize me if you want.

To be honest, it has nothing to do with pets, but I just feel a bit sentimental. While our family, relatives, and friends are still alive, we should show them more care and spend more time with them.

At the very least, you can make a phone call while driving, chat a bit, or ask if they've eaten yet. I think that would be fine too.

Haha, let's continue Chen Shu's journey of telecom fraud. The grand finale is coming soon, so stay tuned!

I like Policeman Chen Shu.