Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 699, Section 705: Extra Chapter: Zhu Yiba's Past (Part 1)

A nice afternoon.

Chen Shu and Chen Chuan were taking a walk in the special police compound when they bumped into Yang Chang, Zhao Mingfeng, Zhu Yiba, and others who were returning from target practice at the armed police training base.

Pulling Zhu Yiba, who was shuffling along at the back of the group, Chen Shu asked with a smile, "Did you have any practice today? How did it go?"

Since the incident where Zhu Yiba unexpectedly stalled during the anti-X operation at Qingyue Bridge, Chen Shu subconsciously began to pay attention to the other party's firearms training, simply because he was afraid of a second such incident.

Before Zhu Yiba could speak, Yang Chang, who was walking in front, turned around and loudly teased, "Yes, Old Zhu has practiced checking guns and loading ammunition quite a bit; he's incredibly skilled!"

"Ha ha!"

"What are you laughing at? Get going."

"Tsk tsk, Captain Yang's words sound quite melancholy."

The group followed Yang Chang up the stairs in a noisy throng, heading towards the armory to hand over their weapons.

"Remember to apply the oil." Chen Shu, who was standing behind, instructed, then turned and pulled Zhu Yiba in another direction. "Come on, let's go feed the fish together."

Chen Chuan naturally followed closely.

Chen Shu sighed and couldn't help but say, "Don't you plan to find something to do at work? Is it fun just following me around all day?"

Chen Chuan tilted his head back and said proudly, "Of course, it's absolutely hilarious."

Since Chen Chuan was a police officer dispatched by the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Chen Shu had no jurisdiction over him in official matters, but they were also the best of friends in private, so they could only let him do whatever he wanted.

The three of them strolled to the small pond in the corner of the courtyard.

This small pond was specially built by a well-known designer and construction team from the city after the previous branch leader returned from a business trip to Suzhou, in order to relieve the work pressure of the police officers.

To be honest, in the SWAT team, a tough combat unit full of square, shiny shells, having such a lush, miniature garden is indeed a lot more comfortable.

Chen Shu took out a small bag of fish food from his pocket and handed it to Zhu Yiba, saying with a sigh, "I know you're a good shot, but you don't need to save these bullets for the unit. It'll be a hassle to deal with them at the end of the year."

Over the years, the special police brigade has always had an excess of ammunition allocation. In order to avoid being held back by superiors in the following year, they would organize the police officers to mindlessly fire automatic shots at the shooting range with more efficient submachine guns at the end of the year.

In order to leave work on time, some extreme guys would hold one in each hand and start grappling away, just to use up all the ammunition they had planned to use back then.

Often, after a day of shooting, a person's arms and head would be dizzy, and even after the gun stopped, their head would still be buzzing, while the bullet casings on the ground would have long since piled up into a small mountain.

Zhu Yiba shrugged: "Not exciting."

Seeing that Zhu Yiba was unmoved by both soft and hard tactics, Chen Chuan, who was standing to the side, deliberately provoked him, saying, "This is definitely not comparable to your time in the army. To be honest, are you a terrible shot and afraid of disgracing the border special forces, so you simply quit?"

Zhu Yiba laughed, and actually fell for Chen Chuan's trick.

He took off his belt and placed it aside, then sat on a stone bench next to the pavilion and said sarcastically, "No matter what, I can shoot more accurately than you even with my eyes closed."

That hits the nail on the head. Chen Chuan is intelligent, has high emotional intelligence, and is physically fit. The only problem is that his marksmanship is absolutely terrible, to the point that it's beyond redemption.

"That's still better than some people backing down at crucial moments! Right now, we're just being laughed at by our own people, but be careful what happens when the women spread the word, that would be a disgrace to our Zhengming Brigade!" "Hey, Chen Chuan, can't you put anything else in your brain besides these filthy things?"

"Disgusting? If you're so capable, then don't touch women again. Oh, I see, you're not some kind of......"

"You son of a bitch!"

“XXX!”

The two exchanged insults, which Chen Shu watched with a smile.

He's used to it, but being able to maintain this level of energy at all times isn't a bad thing.

Just then, his phone rang. When he answered, it was Captain Li Da looking for him.

After Chen Shu left in a hurry, Chen Chuan naturally followed suit.

Zhu Yiba gently tore open the small bag containing fish food, picked out some small black particles, and tossed them one by one into the pond.

The once calm water surface immediately began to surge, and the carp, their mouths agape, gathered in clusters of bright red whirlpools, crowding together where the fish food had been thrown.

Ripples spread out in concentric circles.

Before the Lunar New Year, at a shooting range on the border of Yunnan Province.

The shooting range is nestled against a small hill on the outskirts of the city. Apart from the newly paved asphalt road in front of the gate, it is mostly surrounded by lush trees. Large patches of sunlight filter through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Several armed police officers dressed in light gray camouflage uniforms sat resting under the shade of a tree.

One of the armed police officers, who looked older than the others, leaned against a large tree, quietly gazing into the distance towards the north.

"Squad leader, stop looking at your hometown, you can't escape that place. Take a look at your target paper first, it's far inferior to the platoon leader's." A chubby soldier spread out two target papers on the ground and teased his squad leader, who was staring into the distance in a daze.

The squad leader snapped out of his daze, stroking the stock of the QBZ rifle in his arms, and said with admiration, "Platoon leader, I must say, your rapid-fire performance is among the best in our entire brigade. No wonder you came from the special operations team. I guess only the group directly under Lao Liu can rival you."

"Squad leader, don't be so modest. Those anti-government people, uh, those people aren't even human! Hehe, with my meager skills, let's not even mention them." Zhu Yiba, who had just been transferred to the position of platoon leader, first flattered others, then humbly commented on himself.

He picked up his newly issued multi-functional water bottle for border patrol, took a sip of water, and continued, "Your firepower just now, the bullet dispersion and hit rate were truly impressive, I'm completely convinced."

"That's right. With me, it's not about how many stars you have on your shoulders; everything comes down to ability." The squad leader, who joined the army at 18 and is now a third-term sergeant, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, politely offered one to Zhu Yiba, "Platoon leader, speaking of which, don't be so polite with me. Everyone knows what kind of person I, Old Wang, am. I'm not trying to flatter you."

Before he could finish speaking, the chubby soldier squatting to the side, who was disassembling and assembling a rifle and had a crutch slung over his shoulder, stopped what he was doing, looked up, grinned widely, and said in a gruff voice, "Yeah, our squad leader's temper is notorious throughout the entire brigade. Getting him to flatter you is harder than killing him. Right, squad leader?"

The soldier wasn't actually that fat; he just had a bit of a belly. In society, he would be considered to have a standard physique, but in the military camp where they trained every day, he stood out.

His eyes are small, and they squint into slits when he smiles. You can tell from that he's a cheerful and optimistic guy, the life of the party in class.

The fat warrior's nickname is "Little Fatty." The "little" in this context refers not only to his slightly chubby physique but also to his squinty eyes.

There's an old saying, "A broad mind leads to a healthy body," which perfectly describes him.

(End of this chapter)