Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 315 A sudden turn of events
In the early hours of the fourth day, on the most bustling street in the city center, known locally as "H Country Street," a street lined with entertainment venues, numerous smaller streets and alleys branch off from this main thoroughfare.

The shops on the streets of H country encompass all walks of life. There are stalls selling wild game, and of course, common drinks. Prostitution and gambling are also thriving here; the possibilities are endless. The local police truly protect these industries, providing remarkably comprehensive services.

Here, as long as you have enough money, there's nothing you can't do. Similarly, the level of high-end entertainment consumption here is comparable to that of first-tier cities in China.

Chen Shu and his group's target this time was KTV entertainment venues. There were no fewer than dozens of them on this street, not counting those located in those remote corners.

Xiaoqiang parked the Toyota Alphard on the side of the street, and Achai jumped out of the car as planned to organize his little boy scout team.

Earlier, when A-Chai was in the car, Chen Shu chatted with him for a bit and learned that his original plan was to leave the children outside the KTVs and wait for them. This method was simple and straightforward, but the problem was that there were only about ten children, and it was impossible for them to wait in front of every KTV.

Chen Shu suggested that he would fund the purchase of various cigarettes, and then have the child sneak into the different private rooms of the KTV and knock on the doors to provide services. Alternatively, A-Chai could directly approach the receptionist at the front desk to inquire.

Ah Chai's eyes lit up, and he immediately felt that Chen Shu's method was very effective. He agreed, but after a few dry laughs, he bluntly said that selling cigarettes wouldn't get him into the KTV, so he could only sell drugs.

He happens to have a few friends who supply goods to nearby KTVs. When delivering goods, he can check the rooms and ask the KTV receptionists a few questions.

In North X, it's quite common for people to get a little tipsy at night and buy some souvenirs or have some fun. Besides, if there are any women who have recently arrived from China present, then this is something that has to go through the proper procedures.

Listening to A-Chai's teasing, Chen Shu knew he didn't mean it; he was just used to this kind of thing. Nevertheless, Chen Shu's heart sank little by little.

After explaining everything, Chen Shu looked out the window at the increasingly bustling streets and said, "Chen Chuan, turn on your phone's GPS. Fatty, just drive around the nearby roads at your own pace."

Although it was known that Zhang Yang's phone could not be turned on while his personal freedom was being restricted, it was better than nothing. Perhaps the other party would agree to Zhang Yang's request to contact his family after drinking.

Who wouldn't want to contact their closest loved one immediately after being kidnapped, even if they know the other person is thousands of miles away?

Chen Chuan took the metal box containing the locator from the back seat, placed it on his lap, opened the box, and after some maneuvering, put the earphone connected to the device into his ears.

With a "click," the red start button was pressed, and the machine started up.

According to the machine's operating principle, when the set mobile phone signal appears within the range of the fake base station, a "thump thump thump" sound will be heard in the earphone, and the closer the distance, the louder the sound.

Even a decade or so ago, this was god-like equipment; no movie could capture such an effect. In the entire Dongzhou prefecture-level city with a population of seven or eight million, there were only a handful of these machines.

Chen Shu took out a new pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, unpacked it, patted the bottom of the box a few times, and then flicked one out to everyone, including Zhu Chaoran who was driving.

The car was filled with smoke, and apart from the buzzing electromagnetic sound from the headphones, there was no other noise.

Very quiet.

After finishing his cigarette, Chen Shu said in a deep voice, "Chen Chuan and Xiao Qiang will stay in the car and guard the phone's GPS tracker. Fatty, come with me to the KTVs on the street to look for people one by one."

"Book, are you sure your foot can handle this?"

“I have a cane.”

Zhang Yang followed the big boss into a Toyota Alphard. Before getting in, she quickly walked over the others and jumped into the passenger seat.

After everyone got into the car, the company driver drove into a KTV called "Heaven on Earth" on a street in H country. Just by looking at the glittering decorations and the commonplace name, you could tell that the owner was definitely from H country.

Zhang Yang obediently followed the group into a small private room upstairs, her mind racing. She knew Chen Shu and the others were looking for her nearby; he was a policeman, and if they could contact him, they could definitely rescue her. She considered a strategy of feigned retreat to advance: she would coax these people into drinking more in the room, then cry a few words about missing home, and she figured she could trick them into giving her his phone number so she could contact Chen Shu.

But once inside the private room, Zhang Yang was dumbfounded.

The private room wasn't large, about thirty square meters, similar to a karaoke room in China. It had sofas, a coffee table, a TV, and a card table, but what was different was that there were two beds openly placed in the corner of the room.

If Zhang Yang isn't mistaken, it's still a assisted bed!
She stood by the door, unable to move.

Brother B, who was following behind, chuckled a few times and pushed Zhang Yang from behind, causing him to stumble and fall into the private room.

By the time she came to her senses, the door to the private room was already tightly closed. The big boss, Brother B, and a scantily clad hostess who had followed them in at some point walked in. The other managers did not come in; they must have gone to other private rooms.

The big boss, sitting imposingly on the long sofa in the center, waved to Zhang Yang, who was still standing by the door looking bewildered. Brother B and the young woman sat on another sofa, and the four of them sat in the private room and started singing some old songs.

Because the two assisted beds in the corner were so intimidating, Zhang Yang remained timid and hesitant. His attention had been drawn to the beds, but now that he was sitting on the sofa, he noticed that the coffee table was also blatantly covered with a kettle and tin foil.

Having drunk quite a bit at the restaurant, Zhang Yang couldn't sit still any longer. He made a quick call and went to the restroom in the private room. Once inside, he started to feel scared and hid there, too afraid to come out.

When the big boss saw Zhang Yang go into the restroom, he took out his handbag, rummaged through it, and found nothing left. He pointed to the wine glass in front of Zhang Yang's seat and gestured for Brother B to take some out.

Brother B shrugged, indicating no. He pulled a pistol from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table, his meaning clear: he was ready to force himself on her.

The big boss glared at him.

Brother B couldn't understand why his boss, a man so decisive and ruthless, was so indecisive and focused so much on the process when it came to women. Wasn't it enough that he just got into bed with her in the end?

He patted the young woman sitting next to him on the butt, telling her to go downstairs and buy something.

The hostess, reeking of alcohol, was clearly used to this kind of situation and knew what the two men were up to. Without asking any further questions, she swayed her hips and headed downstairs.

Upon arriving at the front desk, I asked them to arrange for some goods to be delivered. While waiting, I chatted with the receptionist about the guests in the private room, both of us speaking with a strong Sichuan accent.

"Hehe, this woman is a reporter from China! I don't know what she was thinking, coming all the way here."

"A reporter? I bet they're here to do an interview or something."

"Hehe, she doesn't even know her identity has been exposed. She'll probably only be able to play for a few days before Brother B and the others throw her into the mountains."

"We don't need to worry about that, we just need to entertain our guests well."

The two women were chatting enthusiastically when the delivery guy arrived early and stood by, listening for quite a while.

"It's here? Bring it over."

The hostess took the things and swayed upstairs in her high heels.

The delivery guy turned right after leaving the house, took out his phone, and made a call.

(End of this chapter)