Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 342 Sleeping
The group returned to the SWAT team.

The two-day rescue operation, which fought against death, passed in the blink of an eye. Now that everyone is back at their unit, it feels like centuries have passed.

Some of the more impatient young men entered the office, ignoring the freezing weather, and immediately took off their police uniforms, tossed them onto chairs, picked up the washbasins under their desks, and ran to the large public bathhouse behind the building.

The more reserved ones went to the bathroom on their floor to get a basin of water and wash their faces, then sat in the office for a while while the first group of people finished washing. They then went to their dormitories to get a change of clothes and toiletries, preparing themselves methodically before entering the bathhouse.

Of course, there were also a few older, married men who would simply say hello to their superiors and go straight home. For example, Xu Mingliang jumped off the troop transport vehicle when it passed by his house before it even reached his unit.

Chen Chuan belongs to the former category.

I washed my hands before bed and looked at myself in the mirror with dark panda eyes. I'm 28 years old, 186cm tall, in my prime, and promising. Although I'm usually a bit casual, giving off a fake impression of being a salesman, when I groom myself, I'm a handsome, refined scoundrel.

In particular, he was casual yet not sloppy, relaxed yet not lazy; he washed his hair frequently, changed his underwear every day, and there was no smell of dirt at all.

In a police force where cleanliness is considered as long as clothes don't reflect light, he would be a truly unique individual.

"Sigh, with such a great model figure, I wonder who will get lucky and be blessed with it!"

Lost in thought, Chen Chuan tidied himself up, returned to his dorm, and collapsed into bed, intending to sleep until the world turned upside down.

As I close my eyes, I think of the people I've risked my life to save these past two days, and a smile involuntarily creeps onto my face.

After the mission was over, the police officers and auxiliary police officers either rested or went home, all of them taking a breather.

However, the three brigade leaders did not have it so easy.

Li Da took Chen Shu to the brigade's duty room, where they met with Xie Chi, who was on duty. They first discussed the gains and losses of the rescue operation, and then decided on the leadership schedule for the next few days.

The brigade has four squadrons with eight police officers, so they usually work in shifts every eight days. According to Li Da, before Zou Qing came, the brigade's internal affairs officer was also a male police officer. At that time, their police duty shifts were arranged on a nine-day schedule, which made the brigade leaders extremely envious.

That said, there are only three leaders in the brigade now, so there's no way to make a good ranking. Li Da and Chen Shu have been working continuously for two nights and are exhausted; Xie Chi, at over fifty years old, has also worked two consecutive days at the unit, which is no easy feat.

In the end, it was the unmarried Chen Shu who made the sacrifice. He took over as the duty leader, and Li Da and Xie Chi went home.

After seeing the two off, Chen Shu couldn't help but get up and return to his office. Although regulations prohibited him from returning to his dormitory to rest during his shift, it was perfectly reasonable for him to go to his office to take a quick nap.

Even if the head of the inspection team came knocking on his door right now, Chen Shu wouldn't be intimidated. Because when he opened the door, Chen Shu simply opened his eyes—what was there to be afraid of!
Office on the third floor.

Chen Shu yawned as he entered the office, threw himself onto the sofa, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and prepared to smoke it to refresh himself before writing a report on the rescue operation.

Captain Li Da, citing Chen Shu's status as a college student, directly assigned him the responsibility for the "Operation Process".

Of the three brigade leaders, Chen Shu was the youngest and had the least seniority in the SWAT team. Who else should be given this kind of work if not him?

After finishing his cigarette, Chen Shu vigorously wiped his face with both hands, silently cheered himself up, and, with a last breath, went to his desk, sat down, turned on his computer, and began typing.

Having experienced much and felt many emotions during this trip, Chen Shu's thoughts flowed freely, and he completed the report in one go. Stretching, he felt happy and couldn't help but sing his favorite song from his university days.

"In bustling towns and quiet valleys, the figures of the people's police accompany the moonset and the sunrise."

I had barely finished typing on the keyboard when there was a loud banging on the door.

As Chen Shu said "Come in," Zhang Yang pushed open the door and walked in, then sat down in the chair in front of the desk. She crossed her long, slender legs, casually pulled her skirt up to cover her knees, and, resting her chin on her hand, smiled at Chen Shu, saying:

"You sang well, really well, it sounded great! You sang this song after you saved the little girl, right? I wish we had recorded you singing then."

Chen Shu said "Oh," then suddenly slapped his forehead, took out his phone from his pocket, opened the WeChat work group, and pointed to a set of photos and several videos that Xu Mingliang had just sent, saying:

"How about these? Our team members took a lot of photos earlier, pick some that you like."

Zhang Yang smiled sweetly to express her gratitude, but inwardly she was somewhat unimpressed. After all, she wasn't a professional, and the photo was taken with a mobile phone, so it probably didn't have much quality.

Chen Shu handed his phone to Zhang Yang, who was flipping through it. He then yawned and walked to the sofa.

As Zhang Yang flipped through the photos and videos, he suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, this one's pretty good!"

It was a photo that was obviously taken inside a vehicle. The windshield and passenger side were clearly visible, and looking through the glass, a tall, thin figure stood next to a troop carrier in front of them.

The black SWAT training uniform had its collar turned up. The uniform was dirty, but the person wearing it stood ramrod straight, exuding a standard police salute.

Standing opposite him was a little girl of about eight years old, saluting as a Young Pioneer. She was wearing a similarly dirty white coat, but the solemnity of her hand clenched together and raised high above her head made one not underestimate the little girl's age.

Behind the two men was a small black troop carrier, the words "SWAT" on it prominent yet insignificant. Behind the vehicle lay a deep and devastating accident scene.

The wrecked, snow-white car, dangling precariously from the edge of the overpass, seemed to be protesting the injustices of the world. But as the camera zoomed in, the sight of two policemen saluting each other and a girl instantly softened that sense of injustice.

This is the kind of feeling that when disaster strikes, just seeing those police uniforms and police cars gives people hope, courage, and a sense of security.

Whether from a professional media perspective or from a personal subjective preference, Zhang Yang praised the photo highly.

"Brother Shu, this one is really good. Hmm?"

When she excitedly turned around to share her joy with Chen Shu, he was already asleep on the sofa in an extremely awkward position. The sofa wasn't very big, and he was quite tall, so it looked like an adult sleeping in a crib, and he was snoring softly.

"Huhu."

Zhang Yang tiptoed to the sofa and covered him with the blanket.

(End of this chapter)