Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 684 Courage and Cowardice

In the pitch black, Chen Shu, relying on his bulletproof vest, focused on the only thing he needed to watch out for—a gleaming dagger—and pounced on it without a second thought.

He sidestepped the blade aimed at his stomach, then grabbed the other man's wrists holding the knife with both hands, trapping them inside his right upper arm, and used his own weight to drag the man straight to the ground.

There was a bang.

Both men fell to the ground at the same time, and the knife in the man's hand fell to the ground due to the force of the fall.

He tried to pull his hand away, but Chen Shu held it firmly with both hands, making it impossible for him to move at all.

Chen Shu quickly got up and knelt down, then took a small step and moved to the man's right back. He flipped the man's arm over and put it on his shoulder, pushing the man's elbow upward with his shoulder while forcefully bending his hands in the opposite direction.

Up and down!
Click! Crack!
The man's elbow was immediately broken, and a piece of bone pierced through the flesh!

"Ah!" Although they couldn't understand each other's languages, their screams were the same.

Chen Shu took the opportunity to twist the man's hand back, then raised his knee and delivered two powerful blows to the man's ribs.

"Ah!" The man instinctively bent over.

Chen Shu braced himself against the back of the other man's head with both hands, then slammed his knee into the man's face. As the man leaned back, he then raised his hand and slammed his elbow into the man's back.

In no time, the man was curled up on the ground like a lobster, trembling, unable to even beg for mercy, only able to gasp for breath.

The whole process took only about ten seconds.

Zhu Yiba, who was still hesitating about whether to fire, was stunned on the spot. He watched Chen Shu clean up the man and was so surprised that he couldn't say a word. He felt that the killing god in front of him was completely different from the ordinary policeman in his memory.

It was only then that Zhu Yiba realized how inaccurate the information from the NJ battle was: This was not the kind of thing that could just lurk at the entrance and throw bombs.
Although their movements weren't as swift and decisive as those of special agents, and the time it took to subdue someone was much longer—things that could be acquired through continuous training—this kind of ferocity—daring to confront knife-wielding individuals head-on in the dark—was one in a million, something that couldn't be learned through training alone.

Chen Shu picked up the helmet that had fallen to the ground during the fight, straightened it and put it back on, then nodded at the other two men who were still standing inside the iron gate.

In an instant, one of the two fiercest companions was dead and the other seriously injured. The two men who were still standing at the door had no time to react. Their legs went weak and they instinctively collapsed to their knees, uttering a few words in perfect Mandarin.

"Officer, spare my life!"

"I am of Chinese descent, I was forced into this."

The two men obediently raised their hands and, at Chen Shu's signal, slowly knelt and moved onto the rooftop. In their eyes, the SWAT officer standing opposite them was like a bloodthirsty demon, completely different from the police officers they usually saw on the street.

Following the police's instructions, the two men pulled down their pants to their calves and stood back to back, some distance apart. They first slowly knelt on the ground, then placed their hands on the ground and lay prone, finally clasping their hands behind their heads.

"Hey, you're stuck too?" Chen Shu kicked the longsword that had fallen to the ground into a corner and asked casually, "Luckily, the other side didn't have a gun, otherwise, we would both be in trouble here."

Although the fight just now only lasted less than half a minute, Chen Shu felt that he had exhausted all his energy and was extremely tired.

After recovering, Zhu Yiba genuinely accepted the policeman in front of him for the first time.

As a special agent stationed on the border of Yunnan Province, he actually looked down on those law-abiding armed police who only guarded the national gate, not to mention the local police in the country who usually only dealt with family matters and petty theft.

Especially in the past six months since my transfer, I've participated in actual work and training with the Zhengming Special Police. Compared to my own unit, I'm even more dismissive. I feel that these special police officers are just sheep in wolf's clothing, only good for showing off among sheep. They wouldn't be able to intimidate the tough guys on the frontier.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yiba gave a self-deprecating smile. In such a dangerous situation, he still couldn't use firearms to ensure the mission's completion and his comrades' safety. So what right did he have to stand on his high ground and judge or ridicule others?
Zhu Yiba lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Chen Da, I was a little nervous just now."

"Hehe, I remember when we were doing rapid-fire training, you were number one in the whole brigade, but you messed up at the crucial moment. You were like a greenhorn. Yiba, cuff all three of them." The words were criticism, but the tone was teasing. Chen Shu clearly didn't care about Zhu Yiba's mistake.

Stepping over the man with the broken arm, who was now lying on the ground like a dog, Chen Shu arrived at the side of the man he had first knocked down.

I bent down and reached out to check his breath; he was dead.

After circling the corpse a few times, Chen Shu sighed, "Zhu Yiba, these guys are as fierce as ever. Look at this guy, he has neither a gun nor a knife, yet he dares to be the first to charge at us empty-handed."

Zhu Yiba, who was tying a knot on the back of a big fat man, laughed and said, "Chen Da, I actually think you're the tougher one. One was killed, and the other was beaten to a pulp, and you can still joke with me here. Your mental fortitude is a bit exaggerated. You're amazing."

Although he knew it was Zhu Yiba's joke, it still stirred up quite a bit of emotion in Chen Shu's heart.

I don't know when it started, but killing no longer seemed surprising or shocking to him.

It seems that subconsciously, they didn't feel that killing was a particularly important thing.

After finishing, he casually checked her breath.

Oh, dead.

At most, I'll touch his neck again to confirm.

It's that simple.

Chen Shu suddenly realized when his change had begun.
Taking the flashlight off his helmet, Chen Shu silently searched the rooftop for the dagger that had been knocked to the ground by his opponent during their earlier fight.

Chen Shu quickly found the dagger, picked it up, and said calmly, "It's so long and so sharp. Stabbing this in the stomach is no joke. Hey, it looks pretty scary now. How come I wasn't scared at all when I rushed over?"

Fortunately, the mission is over.

The most important thing is that no one was injured and no civilians were affected.

Chen Shu's eyes were calm, even showing some relaxation and joy.

Dengdengdeng.

A series of footsteps came from downstairs, and Yang Chang was the first to rush out from inside the iron gate.

He glanced at the people lying on the ground and roughly understood the situation.

Immediately, Yang Chang rushed to Chen Shu's side, grasping his forearms with both hands, his voice choked with emotion: "Chen, Chen Da, Chen Da..."

Tears streamed down his face, he trembled uncontrollably, and his shoulders shook violently. In his thirties, he was like a boy who had made a mistake, sobbing uncontrollably as he buried his face in Chen Shu's arms.

A click.

Chen Shu's heart pounded violently, and he suddenly felt afraid.

Chen Shu, who had previously charged forward bare-handed to fight the knife-wielding men, now had trembling lips but was too timid to ask any questions.

Not even a fraction.

(End of this chapter)