Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 715 Coordinating with Security Operations
Chen Chuan ran to a quiet alleyway a little further away from the bar and answered the phone again.

"Uh-huh."

"Bro, I'm off today!"

"Standby? You must be mistaken. Take another look at the duty roster."

"Is it really me? Uh, okay, just pretend I went out without leave." As he spoke, Chen Chuan covered the microphone on his phone, stuck out his tongue at Zhu Yiba, and whispered, "I was sent by the Municipal Bureau, they can't control me, so don't follow my example in the future."

After saying that, he answered the phone in a serious manner.

"What? Cooperate with the police to sweep the area?"

"You little rascal, you really understand me. All the pampering I've given you all this time hasn't been for nothing."

"Okay, I understand, I'll be right there."

At the grassroots level, in addition to daily training and drills, special police officers provide necessary police support when cooperating with subordinate police stations or business brigades of the branch bureau to carry out large-scale operations.

To put it simply, it's about putting in the effort. The main tasks are the initial arrest and control, and the subsequent guarding; the handling of the case is handled by other units.

Zhu Yiba, who was standing to the side, listened to the whole thing and had an incredulous expression on his face: "Chen Chuan, you dared to go out drinking while on duty today?"

Chen Chuan quipped, "He probably forgot."

"Alright, you go ahead and get busy, I'm going home first." Zhu Yiba, who wasn't particularly fond of bars to begin with, took the opportunity to leave.

"Brother Zhu~" Chen Chuan shamelessly stuck to him, deliberately putting on a high-pitched voice, "Are you really willing to let your brother go to such a dangerous place alone? Do you want to lose another comrade-in-arms?"

"Chen Chuan! What are you doing! What nonsense are you spouting!" Zhu Yiba shouted furiously, as if his sore spot had been touched.

Chen Chuan was a little startled. How could someone who was so friendly just moments before suddenly change so drastically? Was it post-traumatic stress disorder?
He scratched his head and chuckled, "Okay."

Zhu Yiba realized he had gotten a little too worked up. Although his face was still ashen, he tried to ease the tension: "It was wrong of me to swear. But don't make jokes like that in the future. It's bad luck, and I don't really like it either."

Chen Chuan is the type of person who takes advantage of others' weaknesses. Once he sees the other person soften, he immediately and habitually tries to take advantage of them. His smooth-talking manner makes him seem completely different from someone who has just been scolded badly.

"You've already insulted them, what else can you do? Come with me. Let me tell you, these kinds of large-scale events are really fun, especially these anti-prostitution raids. When we get there, everyone pounces on them like they're catching chicks, a chaotic mess of hundreds of people piled together, it's like chickens flying and dogs running."

"Well, it's like when those bad guys know the police are coming to arrest people, some want to fly to the sky, some want to go to the ground, and some simple-minded ones just want to run away. Then we rush in and have to catch them all. The scene is chaotic, everyone's jumping around, hehe, it's so much fun!"

"We special police don't need to investigate cases; we just go there to watch the show!"

Zhu Yiba couldn't help but smile as he recalled the vivid scene described by Chen Chuan.

He suddenly realized that he actually liked Chen Chuan's optimistic personality. No matter what, even if he was scolded harshly, he would act as if nothing had happened.

So Zhu Yiba nodded and agreed.

Just now, the duty room of the brigade called and asked them to assist the public security brigade of the branch bureau in cleaning up the place. The location was not far from the bar where they had been drinking. The two men, who had already been drinking, left their car on the side of the road and walked quickly. They arrived at their destination in a short while.

Upon arriving at the scene, two policemen stood at the entrance, one of whom was leading a majestic police dog, much more robust than the fat, grey dog ​​from the Zhengming Special Police Brigade.

Although Chen Chuan didn't know either of them, he still waved to them familiarly, acting like they were one of his own, and with a leader's demeanor, he led Zhu Yiba inside with a smile.

As they walked through the long corridor, Zhu Yiba, who was following behind, asked curiously, "Do you know those two policemen at the entrance?"

Chen Chuan, dressed in plain clothes, said smugly without turning his head, "Don't know him." Zhu Yiba glanced back and said, "Neither of us are in police uniform, and they let us in without even asking. These two guys are a bit irresponsible."

“We’re upright people, we look like decent folks, why would we need to ask?” Chen Chuan said to Zhu Yiba as he turned around, lifted the beaded curtain at the end of the corridor, and took two steps inside. Suddenly, a large hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Suddenly, a stern voice rang in my ears: "Police! Don't move!"

Chen Chuan turned his head: "Me"

Another large hand pressed down directly on Chen Chuan's head with great force, catching Chen Chuan off guard and making him unable to breathe.

Pressing down on the head is one of the most popular arresting maneuvers among veteran police officers.

Then, an undeniable voice rang out again: "Hands on your head and squat down!"

Having been emptied out by wine and women, Chen Chuan was suddenly pressed to the ground, struggling to half-raise his head: "Big brother, we're on the same side!"

A suspicious look flashed in the man's eyes. He hesitated, sniffed the air, and then forcefully pressed Chen Chuan down until he was pinned to the floor.

"You reek of alcohol! And you dare to impersonate a police officer! Do you want to die?!"

At this moment, Chen Chuan couldn't turn his head at all. He was forced to be slapped on the head like a guillotine. He could only wait for the person on his head to recover a little before he could barely explain. However, the feeling of speaking with his lips pressed against the floor was extremely uncomfortable.

"Brother, I'm from the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

The voice above seemed puzzled: "Police from the Municipal Public Security Bureau?"

Chen Chuan nodded hurriedly, but to others, it looked more like he was rubbing his head against the floor: "Yes, yes, I'm from the Municipal Bureau's Technical Investigation Department."

The voice above him became decisive again: "Damn it! We've got the city bureau's technical investigation team! Get down on the floor! Heh heh, you're done for this time!"

Chen Chuan, who was notified by the duty room to come and help, was completely confused and couldn't react for a moment.

Fortunately, a colleague from the criminal investigation team who had worked with Chen Chuan in his younger days came out and squatted down to examine him for a while: "Hey, Mr. Chen, what's wrong?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! My nickname in the bureau is Chen Chuan, Young Master Chen! Brother, you understand me best! We're all on the same side." Chen Chuan, who had previously felt like a scholar meeting a soldier, was so moved by meeting an acquaintance that he almost shouted "Long live the emperor!"

The newly arrived man quickly pushed the other man aside and helped Chen Chuan up: "Hey, Mr. Chen, what are you doing here? We're on a case. Hmm? You've been drinking? Coming here to cause trouble? Hey, don't make a sound, just sneak out from where you came from."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the colleague who had subdued Chen Chuan earlier and gestured, "That's not the person we're looking for."

Chen Chuan smiled wryly and said, "Brother, I'm not here to play around today. I really did receive a notice from my unit's duty office to come and help out with overtime."

"Ah, oh. I know, I know. Hurry up and go. Is this your friend at the door? Come on, come on, you all go together." The guy from the criminal investigation team pushed Chen Chuan out while explaining to his colleague standing beside him, "Young Master Chen's family is very wealthy, they could buy half of our police station. He's not involved in the case. Now that he's been assigned to the special police unit, that low-level department wouldn't get involved. Look at his reaction, so quick! He's really trained well in the special police."

Chen Chuan, with a bitter face, pointed at Zhu Yiba next to the curtain and said, "Brother, this guy is also one of our special police officers. We really are here to work overtime."

"No, how could I not believe you?" Xingzhi's brother said he believed him, but in his heart he was thinking that if you, the famous playboy of the whole bureau, were to voluntarily work overtime, it would be like the sun rising in the west.

After saying that, seeing that Chen Chuan still wouldn't leave, the brother from the criminal investigation team had no choice but to put on a stern face and say seriously, "Alright, alright, I know. I won't report to your unit leaders. But let me give you a piece of advice: things are strict now, and you really can't come to places like this in the future. Got it?"

Chen Chuan stamped his foot and took out his phone: "Look, isn't this our company's phone number?"

When Xingzhi's brother saw that the other party had taken out his phone and his expression didn't seem fake, he started to believe it. He walked to the side alone and quietly made a call to verify. After learning that two police officers from the SWAT team had indeed come to provide support, he led Chen Chuan and Zhu Yiba back to the scene with a bewildered look on his face.

(End of this chapter)