Police officer Chen Shu.

I admit, I have a sharp tongue.

Many people dislike me, thinking I'm superior just because I have a little money. But the thing is, I enjoy seeing people annoyed by me but unable to do anything about it. Of course, I don't need to bother maintaining superficial harmony; if I'm unhappy, I'll just confront them directly.

So when I saw Zhu Yiba holding a knife and not moving for a long time, I subconsciously criticized him for being a coward and having no right to wear that military uniform.

This was Old Zhu's Achilles' heel. I thought he would yell back like before, or even roll up his sleeves and start a fight. But he didn't even lift a finger; he just stood there crying.

I knew then that it was all over.

Given Chen Shu's tendency to take on everything himself, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause? Especially that guy Zorroson, who dared to mock Zhu Yiba when he saw that Zhu Yiba hadn't moved.

Did he think he was still in China? There were surveillance cameras everywhere overhead?

My goodness, this is northern Myanmar! Northern Myanmar!

To be honest, that guy's shrill laughter was quite grating. Perhaps knowing he wouldn't survive the night, he decided to throw caution to the wind and tear Zhu Yiba's heart out and stomp on it even in death.

Zorozon suddenly burst into laughter, his forehead bleeding from the scalp, which had been broken, and blood trickled down his nose and into his mouth. He was laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

He spat a mouthful of bloody foam on the ground, looked up at Zhu Yiba with bloodshot eyes, and began to mock Zhu Yiba, this old special forces soldier, as a coward.

The things shooting out of those small eyes were nothing but twisted irony and despair. He cursed and laughed at the same time, laughing so hard that his whole body trembled, and his face was covered in snot and tears.

Wow, this crazy season, this crazy northern Myanmar.

However, the criticism was well-deserved.

I couldn't help but applaud Zorrosson in my heart.

Then Chen Shu made a move.

He took back the Type 64 pistol that he had handed to Zhu Yiba and walked towards Zoroson. Zoroson hadn't reacted yet and thought that Chen Shu, the policeman from China, was going to take him back to the cabin.

So he cursed even more vehemently, as if he felt he hadn't had enough and wanted to curse as much as possible before being led into the cabin. Little did he know, this would hasten his death and leave him with no way out; in the end, he cursed until he had nothing left.

Therefore, one should not act rashly just because one is quick to speak.

Wait, am I criticizing myself?

With a "buzz," my head exploded. I knew what Chen Shu was up to. Given his stubbornness, he must think Zhu Yiba wouldn't be able to do it, and he wanted to get through this hurdle for Zhu Yiba.

I said, my dear brother, who is Zhu Yiba to you? Is it really necessary to help him kill someone? Have all those years of studying the classics gone to waste? Have all those years of being a policeman gone to Mars?

Or do you think of yourself as a Sailor Moon, someone who is doing justice and eliminating them?

I bother!

Actually, after all this nonsense, I know what Chen Shu is thinking. Just like when he sits in the office and lifts his butt, I know which way he's about to fart.

My book, that stubborn fellow, he wants to take all the blame for the murder upon himself. Why? The reason is corny, incredibly corny: he feels he can never go back.

Since refusing the surrender of the K elements in southern Xinjiang and trapping them in a cave before taking them away with a grenade; since killing the two K elements who blew up Xu Mingliang on the roof of Qingyue Bridge, Chen Shu has sentenced himself to prison.

He felt his hands were already dirty, so a little more dirt wouldn't matter. He planned to use his unclean hands to help Zhu Yiba get through that hurdle, so that Zhu Yiba could go back to being a clean policeman.

What an idiot, hopeless.

Oh, by the way, if you ask me how I know what that silly kid Chen Shu did in Southern Xinjiang and Qingyue Bridge, I won't hide it from you. Ever since police academy, Chen Shu may seem like a serious person on the surface, but in reality, when he's drunk, he can reveal even the color of his underwear for the day.

It's not that he can't hold his liquor; he drinks quite a bit at regular police gatherings. I think it's because I, his only friend, am by his side.

When you have something on your mind, you can get yourself drunk.

From my perspective as an outsider, Chen Shu really didn't need to hold a grudge against himself. He'd already dealt with his enemies, so what was there left to agonize over?

So I immediately grabbed Chen Shu's arm to keep him away from Zorrosson and said, "Are you crazy? Do you even know what you're doing? You're a police officer!"

In that instant, I was actually a little surprised amidst my nervousness. I was the one in the whole unit who had the least sense of identity as a police officer, yet I was trying to persuade others as a police officer.

After going around in circles, everything has returned to where it started.

Chen Shu told me to let go, saying it was his business.

I was almost driven mad by him. What do you mean it's his business? This is clearly Zhu Yiba's business, okay! He's not a child. Let him make his own decisions and bear all the consequences himself.

At the time, I was very firm in my stance. In short, I would never let go, because if I did, everything would be over.

Chen Shu glanced back at me. There was no anger or annoyance in his eyes, only a deep, long-hidden weariness. At that moment, he didn't look like a young man nearing thirty, but rather like an old man who had been drifting through society.

He gently pried my right hand off his, walked up to Zorozon, held the gun to Zorozon's forehead, and pulled the trigger. The movement was so light that Zorozon never knew that this Chinese policeman was going to kill him.

boom!

A shot rang out.

The matter is not over yet.

Another problem is that while Zhu Yiba's enemy Chen Shuneng can help kill him, there's still a murderer tied up in the house who killed four policemen. It's obvious that he's eavesdropping right now.

You, Chen Shu, are not going to pull off a scene straight out of a TV show or movie, cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots, are you?

Just then, Chen Shu squatted down and began examining Zorroson's corpse with a series of quick, precise movements. After finishing the autopsy, he stood up, looked calmly at the small wooden hut next door where the big dog was being held.

Tsk, what you fear most is what happens.

Forget it, killing him is fine too. One life for four lives, we're still at a loss.

I am powerless and can no longer stop Chen Shu. While I still have the chance, I must take my wife and children to travel around, so that I won't be stuck in prison for the rest of my life and suffer in vain.

Oh, it suddenly occurred to me that I'm not married and don't have a wife or kids... My mind is completely a mess.

This time, I didn't stop Chen Shu. I just sat on the ground by myself, thinking randomly about what would happen after I returned to China.

On this moonless night, in this abandoned logging camp.

Two shots were fired.

Haha, they've all gone mad.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.