Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 685 I want to talk to him alone
"Old Xu got bombed; he doesn't look too good for him."

boom!
A thunderbolt seemed to strike Chen Shu's mind; his hands trembled uncontrollably, and the dagger slipped from his grasp with a thud.
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and save him! What's Old Xu's condition? Has he been taken to the hospital yet?" Zhu Yiba grabbed Yang Chang and shouted loudly, pointing downstairs.

"We've already called an ambulance," Yang Chang said softly, his eyes lowered and staring straight at the ground. "But he's already stopped breathing and his heart hasn't started beating. I'm afraid he's already..."

"You don't get to decide this! An ambulance? By the time they get here, it'll be too late." Zhu Yiba shoved Yang Chang to the ground, pointing his finger at him and yelling, "You call yourself a veteran, and a driver? Turn on the sirens, we'll get him to the hospital ourselves!"

Chen Shu's face turned pale, and a wave of indescribable sadness welled up in his heart.

Memories flooded back; the difficult times he and Xu Mingliang had gone through together, the shared goals and beliefs they had upheld, all flashed through his mind.

They once fought side by side in the city-level competition, defeating many strong opponents and making the Zhengming Brigade, which had always been underestimated, completely vindicated within the special police system.

They stood shoulder to shoulder during the high-speed train accident, resisting pressure from their superiors to the death, allowing the miracle girl to come back to life amidst the devastation.

When Chen Shu first arrived at the Special Police Brigade, Xu Mingliang, the oldest senior officer, secretly helped him by saying things that the deputy captain couldn't say in public and doing things that the deputy captain couldn't interfere with.

When a new colleague had concerns about the company, he would pull them aside and have a quiet heart-to-heart talk in a corner, using his senior role to soothe the newcomer's unease and anxiety.

The new comrade had a problem with the leader, so he spoke from the perspective of a police officer about the leader's inappropriate behavior, and then patted his chest and vouched for him based on their private relationship.

Everyone says Xu Mingliang is a lazy bum who neither trains nor takes responsibility. But without this old hand helping to smooth the relationship between leaders and police officers, how could such a large team move quickly and in unison?
They supported each other, but now they are separated by death and can never see each other again.

For a moment, Chen Shu felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He felt that he was a useless leader who had failed to fulfill his responsibilities and protect his comrades.

In that instant, Chen Shu suddenly calmed down, his eyes turning cold and unfamiliar.

He patted Yang Chang on the shoulder and whispered, "Go, have a few people drive Xu Mingliang to the hospital first. I'll be there later."

"Chen Da, aren't you going over?" Yang Chang looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief. The man in front of him, whom he had always thought was extremely sentimental, was now showing an attitude of sacrificing for his colleague as if he were a completely different person.

Chen Shu glanced to the side, nodded, and calmly said, "Go ahead."

"Hey!" Yang Chang stamped his foot and turned to run downstairs.

The assault team members who came up with Yang Chang were about to turn around and leave, but Chen Shu stopped them and told them to wait by the door.

Seeing this, Zhu Yiba assumed Chen Shu was worried about the danger at the scene, and immediately said, "Brother Chen, I'll guard this place, none of them will escape! Why don't you go?"

Chen Shu remained noncommittal, perhaps because his attention was elsewhere and he simply didn't hear Zhu Yiba's suggestion.

Zhu Yiba noticed that Chen Shu walked over to the two Chinese people who were lying on the ground and slowly squatted down. Judging from what he was about to do, he swallowed his words.

Chen Shu squatted down beside the heads of the two Chinese men and asked softly, "Who threw the gunpowder?"

The two of them pursed their lips and remained silent.

Chen Shu changed his approach and asked, "Who usually keeps the gunpowder?"

The two glanced at the man curled up on the ground, whimpering like a dog, and didn't dare to say anything.

Chen Shu followed their gaze, then turned around, took half a step forward, and lightly placed his sturdy SWAT boots on the fat man's fingers.

He whispered in the fat man's ear, "Say it out loud, or you might lose your fingers."

The sound was just right so that another person a few steps away could hear it clearly.

The man visibly began to tremble, his head bowed, not daring to look at Chen Shu at all, somewhat like a camel burying its head in the sand before a sandstorm.

As he spoke, Chen Shu applied a little more pressure to his foot. It didn't hurt, but it felt icy cold to the touch.

The fat man's eyes, bulging with fat, were wide open, his pupils dilating rapidly, and fear filled his face.

Large beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead, his trembling lips parted slightly, and his body began to tremble as the pain in his fingers intensified. Chen Shu gave a cold laugh, like a villain in a horror movie, and said in a sinister tone, "I say, you weren't the one who threw away the gunpowder, were you?"

Recalling the scene where this SWAT officer instantly killed one person and broke another person's arm with his bare hands, the fat man finally broke down and was powerless to resist anymore.

He first cried out that he was innocent, then pointed at the Wei clansman who was curled up on the side after being beaten by Chen Shu, and said quickly, "He threw all the gunpowder, he threw all of it! By the way, he made all the things himself, and he usually kept them safe."

Chen Shu lifted his toes and poked the spine of the young man wearing black-rimmed glasses who was lying next to him.

The young man screamed, then, realizing he was unharmed, quickly chimed in, "Yes, that's him. His name is Aikber. He was the one who put the flammable powder behind the door to set you on fire! He's incredibly cruel and wicked!"

"Get out of here," Chen Shu said softly, pointing to the doorway where the downstairs lights were flashing.

The two men scrambled to their feet, not even having time to pull up their pants, and shouted, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" as they hurried toward the door, following the two assault team members who were guarding it as they fled the scene.

At this moment, only Chen Shu, Zhu Yiba, the curled-up Wei clansmen, and the corpse of a Wei clansman remained on the rooftop.

"Zhu Yiba, you come downstairs too." Chen Shu stood up, patted his trouser legs, and said casually, "I want to have a word with this guy alone."

Having fought on the battlefield for several years, Zhu Yiba understood Chen Shu's thoughts perfectly. Logically, he should follow Chen Shu's orders as the deputy battalion commander and go downstairs now, and then whatever happens afterward would be none of his business.

For some reason, Zhu Yiba's legs were stuck on the rooftop like cement pillars, unable to move an inch. Perhaps he was thinking about how he had caused his comrades to die on the battlefield.

This time, he won't back down.

Zhu Yiba laughed and said, "Brother Chen, those two scouts who were standing at the door just now heard and saw everything. If I leave now and something happens, you'll be in deep trouble."

He paused, then shook his head and said, "If I stand here, at least I'll have someone to testify against me later, don't you think?"

"You're the toughest thing in your body, your mouth. I don't blame you for stammering earlier, you can go now." Chen Shu said casually, staring at the guy who was still barely alive.

Zhu Yiba shrugged and didn't reply, letting his actions speak for themselves.

Chen Shu waited for a while, but when he didn't hear any sound, he stopped waiting.

He walked over to the man lying on the ground, groaning, and lowered his head, silently watching him.

Aikber spoke in his native language, uttering sharp curses that filled the entire rooftop with vicious words.

Then, slowly, slowly, the cursing gradually weakened.

A hint of despair flashed in his eyes; he was aware of his defeat and his impending death.

Finally, he laughed, switched back to Mandarin, and said with a smirk, "It's not a loss that a policeman died."

Chen Shu silently pulled out a Type 92 pistol from his combat vest.

"Come on." Aikbar stopped struggling and lay on the ground in a starfish position, facing the sky.

They had heard and seen too many examples of the measures taken by local police officers, who had deep-seated grudges against them, after bringing the situation under control.

Zhu Yiba's eyes were fixed on the gun in Chen Shu's hand, every nerve taut to the limit. He couldn't imagine how he, who had killed countless people on the battlefield, could be so tense and out of control.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Shu cocked the pistol and released the safety, then casually let it fall, and the Type 92 pistol landed right next to Aikber's left, within easy reach.

With a clatter, the metal Type 92 pistol fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Noisy!
Zhu Yiba reacted instantly, like a racehorse preparing for a fierce battle, his entire body on the verge of exploding. If it weren't for his exceptional willpower, honed over many years, firmly holding his consciousness and stabilizing his body, he might have burst out.

Aikber was initially surprised, then his intense gaze shifted to the gun not far away, within arm's reach—a loaded pistol.

(End of this chapter)