Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 317 Kill these bastards!

The atmosphere in the private room was heavy.

Brother B, who lived a life on the edge, reacted quickly. He leaped towards the coffee table, grabbed the pistol on it, rapidly pulled the trigger to chamber a round, then pointed it at the large, fat man who had suddenly rushed in. He jogged over and kicked him, shouting curses:
"Holy crap, you fatso dare to act like a bastard here? Are you hungry or short of bullets?"

The gun was pointed at the fat man, and he kept kicking him.

At this moment, Chen Shu walked in, leaning on his cane. With a calm expression, he pushed the pistol that Brother B was pointing at Zhu Chaoran away, then jumped onto the sofa closest to the door and sat down, smiling:

"We're all out doing business, there's no need to resort to violence."

Brother B kept cursing as he approached and pressed a gun against Chen Shu's head: "Do business with your motherfucker! I'll shoot you dead, you bragging bastard!"

Chen Shu didn't even glance at the bald man with foul mouth, letting the other man point a gun at his head, while calmly focusing his gaze on the big boss sitting at the head of the table.

The big boss squinted and remained silent, his mind racing with calculations. In the internet age, reporters were incredibly powerful; if Zhang Yang were to go back and cause any trouble, it would be a major incident.

But this lame man showed up at Zhang Yang's door just four days after he was kidnapped, which was truly alarming in terms of strength and influence. The dark-skinned man who followed him in was clearly a local from Xbei, so it was possible that the lame man had some connection with the local ethnic (military) armed forces.

The big boss frowned slightly and asked tentatively, "Brother, where are you from? Have you had dinner yet?"

While he was being polite, he made no attempt to get his men to put down their guns.

Chen Shu glanced at Zhang Yang, who was sitting to the side with tears in his eyes, and said politely and naturally, "I've already eaten. I ate at a wild game restaurant across the street. The food was pretty good."

If it weren't for someone holding a gun to their head, the atmosphere in the private room would really resemble a business negotiation.

Chen Shu's casual reply sent a shiver down the boss's spine. He suddenly remembered that when he was eating at the restaurant earlier, one of his underlings downstairs had told him that there might be plainclothes police officers from China.

He glanced at the limping man who was laughing and chatting freely, then his eyes involuntarily drifted down to the man's injured left foot.

Is this implying that they've been watching me for a long time?
It probably isn't a police officer.

What kind of police officer with a limp goes out to handle a case?

However, this style of using numbers to fight against fewer people is quite similar to that of the police.

The big boss glanced at the gun B was holding and felt a little uneasy.

In recent years, the fraud gangs in North X have become notorious in China. Given the style of the country, it's possible that the Chinese police will come and launch a major crackdown at any time.

"Boss, I'm here today because I absolutely have to take this person with me. Name your price, and we'll do it according to your rules."

The lame man's voice interrupted the big boss's thoughts. He pretended to cough a few times, preparing to quote an exorbitant price to make the man back down, or to buy himself more time to think it over.

The big boss nodded: "Okay, please wait a moment. I'll calculate the price."

Brother B glanced at the big boss in surprise, wondering when this ruthless boss, who never tolerated the slightest disrespect, had become so easy to talk to. He was a little bewildered.

By the way, were those thin bamboo poles that were cut off during the meal fake?
At this moment, Chen Chuan, with earphones in his ears, peeked into the room from outside and glanced at the situation inside. He was shocked to see a gun pointed at Chen Shu's head. He then picked up his iron box and walked in a few steps.

The big boss immediately noticed the black metal box and the wired headphones extending from it.

With a sharp "whoosh," he gasped, then immediately put on a smile, stood up, stepped over Zhang Yang's thighs, and proactively reached out to grasp Chen Shu's right hand, which was resting on his knee. He then bent over and laughed heartily.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. We run a legitimate company, we come and go as we please, we don't need any money." Saying this, he straightened up, grabbed Brother B's handgun, and stuffed it into his pocket. "Haha, it's fake, it's fake. This place is chaotic, we're just using it for self-defense, to scare people! Haha!"

Brother B was completely baffled by the big boss's style.

Is this still the same ruthless boss who kills without blinking an eye and constantly reminds himself to take action instead of talking?
Chen Shu glanced at Chen Chuan as he entered, knowing that the other party had likely recognized them by the iron box in Chen Chuan's hand.

That's good, seeing that Zhang Yang shouldn't be hurt. Chen Shu reached for his cane leaning against the sofa and stood up. As he did so, he deliberately tugged at the hem of his shirt with his elbow, slightly revealing the large black breasts at his waist, giving them a quick, suggestive look right under the noses of the two men.

"Okay, thanks boss. Zhang Yang, let's go."

Zhang Yang lowered his head and followed Chen Shu and his group out of the private room.

Zhu Chaoran was the last to leave. The moment he closed the door, he gave the middle finger to the bald man who had kicked him hard earlier.

After everyone left, the small private room immediately fell silent.

Brother B was a bit confused; he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him at all: "Boss, are we just going to let them go like this?"

The big boss immediately darkened his face and said in a sinister tone, "You're ignorant, kid. It's not your fault."

After they sat down, they started drinking again.

Seeing the boss's gloomy face, Brother B waved for the hostess to leave the private room, then got up, picked up the beer that was placed to the side, and silently poured it for the boss.

The big boss was in a bad mood. He had come out today to celebrate the successful recovery of the Ponzi scheme and also because he really wanted to have a taste of this domestic female reporter. However, he was interrupted just as he was getting into the mood.

He grabbed the glass in front of him and smashed it hard on the ground.

He'd been in the business in North X for so many years, when had he ever suffered such a loss? But the other party was indeed too powerful, and they had their eyes on him. In the worst-case scenario, he would have to destroy the evidence overnight after returning to the company, then dissolve the company, pack his bags, and run away!
In recent years, he has been running an online gambling business and has made a lot of money. Everyone in the company, from his fellow villagers who came to stay with him to his local counterparts, treats him with utmost respect. Even when leaders from the special economic zone come down to visit, they are all very courteous to him.

The big boss's expression was uncertain. After thinking for a long time, he finally sighed and put everything aside, preparing to finish the wine in front of him and then go back to the company to pack his bags and run away.

He pulled the pistol he had taken from Brother B and was about to hand it back when the image of the large black star that the lame man had deliberately flaunted flashed through his mind.

"Why isn't that gun in a holster? What policeman goes out without a holster? Unless, he's not a policeman and that gun isn't his."

Sitting to the side listening to the boss's mutterings, Brother B seemed to understand a little bit, but was still a bit confused: Police, why do police officers carry condoms when they go out? Shouldn't they be arresting people who wear condoms?
The big boss was quite certain that the other party had not put on a holster, otherwise he would not have been able to clearly see the five-pointed star on the gun handle.

Logically speaking, such an old gun as the Big Black Star should no longer be issued to the police.
The big boss stared intently into his dark eyes, his gaze unwavering as he looked at the large black star in his hand. The more he looked, the more it resembled the large black star that the man had tucked into his waistband earlier.

"Damn, that guy bought his gun here too! They're not cops! The metal box thing was just a coincidence!"

The notoriously vengeful boss suddenly stood up, gritted his teeth, and pointed at the bewildered Brother B, yelling fiercely, "Get me some men! Get them right now! Kill these bastards!"

Brother B smiled slightly, touching his shiny bald head.

He understood what he was saying.

(End of this chapter)