Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 776 Arrest
"coming."

Chen Shu stared at his phone, which had suddenly lost signal, and gestured to the people in the car. Zheng Jie and his henchmen came over.

Chen Chuan was somewhat taken aback and said in a low voice, "I don't even need to go into the KTV and pretend to be a drunkard anymore? How come they've already used a signal jammer before I've even come out?"

Chen Shu glanced at the phone, which had regained normal signal, and said, "I guess they turned it on to test the device before the operation."

"These petty thieves are pretty professional," Zhu Yiba said nervously, looking around. "There's nobody here. The streets are deserted; there's no way they could be hiding. Where could they be?"

Chen Chuan slowly poked his head out of the car window, peeking out with his eyes to observe the surroundings, and whispered, "Old Zhu, find the car, the black Mazda!"

At Chen Chuan's prompting, the group spotted a black Mazda sedan parked not far away, its license plate clearly matching the number of the vehicle driven by Zheng Jie and the others.

"Brother Shu, shall we rush over now?" Jiang Hai asked excitedly, his voice trembling as he stared at the quietly parked Mazda.

"What the hell are you talking about! There's not a soul on the main road. As soon as all of us get out of the car, they'll be gone!" Chen Chuan squinted his small eyes and looked around.

Huang Mao then said, "Should I call the duty team?"

Chen Chuan glared at the other man and scolded, "Why did you call them here? Have you ever been a policeman? You're going to give up this opportunity to someone else? We've been working so hard for so many days, and it's all for nothing..."

"Why make things so complicated?" Zhu Yiba interrupted Chen Chuan's rambling, licked his dry lips, and suddenly remembered his comrades who had sacrificed their lives during that operation and the escaped Zorroson.

He suppressed the sudden surge of irritation in his heart and said fiercely, "Just ram them!"

Recalling Zhu Yiba's recent mockery of him for being too "pretentious," Chen Chuan feigned disdain and sneered, "Use your brain, will you? If you just run straight at them, we'll be knocked out before we even catch them!"

According to Chen Shu's thinking in his earlier years, the best and safest option would naturally be to keep a close eye on the criminal suspects and wait for support. But people eventually change.

This is a decisive action born from having experienced too many deadly battles.

Chen Shu's lips curled up, and he agreed without hesitation: "The road is wide open, and we only have one car. There really isn't a better way than to rush up on them unexpectedly and knock them unconscious."

Chen Shu's voice carried a hint of calm cruelty, a cruelty that wasn't just directed at criminal suspects; he could even scheme against himself if necessary.

Besides environmental factors, the suspect is also suspected of murder, and if caught, he will either be executed or sentenced to life imprisonment. Therefore, if he knows that there are police nearby, he may resist arrest.

If someone resists arrest, they will either resort to armed resistance or flee by car.

In public places, such a reckless escape could easily cause loss of life and property to the public, which is why Chen Shu would accept Zhu Yiba's suggestion to crash the car.

It's simple and straightforward, leaving no possibility of further resistance.

Chen Chuan had no intention of hesitating or trying to persuade him. They had been classmates for over a decade, and he knew all too well the extraordinary nature of his old classmate.

With a snap, Chen Chuan unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly said, "Brothers, hold on, I'll get out and keep watch for you."

"Get ready." Chen Shu ignored them and gestured for everyone to fasten their seatbelts.

"Damn it! You're insane! You've got water in your brain!" Chen Chuan thanked Chen Shu's family without hesitation, then was the first to fasten his seatbelt, bracing his hands against the armrest in front of him with a remarkably standard and practiced anti-collision maneuver.

Such proficiency is truly astonishing.

After fastening his own seatbelt, the experienced Zhu Yiba helped Jiang Hai and Huang Mao fasten theirs as well. After he finished, he patted the two on the shoulder to reassure them.

The moment he patted the shoulder, the faces of Little Fatty and the class monitor flashed through Zhu Yiba's mind. He shook his head and sighed silently in his heart.

According to the police's arrest principles, they always use numbers to fight against fewer people.

This is true not only for the number of people, but also for the number of vehicles.

For example, when a fugitive is driving a vehicle, several cars will surround and block the vehicle, preventing the fugitive from escaping even if he tries to ram it. Then the police will get out of their cars and break the windows to make the arrest.

In terms of both the number of people and the number of vehicles, it was completely overwhelming.

However, Chen Shu is currently facing a cross-province situation, with neither follow-up police support nor extra vehicles available for deployment. All he has left are his own men and one car.

One car can't block another, so the only option is to ram it.

In the split second before the suspect could react, a sudden, violent impact paralyzed the other vehicle's movement and rendered the occupants unconscious. Jiang Hai, though young, appeared eager and ready to pounce, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

Chen Chuan had already lowered his head and assumed a collision-avoidance posture; silence was the greatest protest he could offer.

Zhu Yiba stared at the target vehicle from afar, his expression calm, as if he had returned to that heavy night.

"Don't worry, Huang Mao, our company provides insurance for us," Chen Shu joked, noticing that Huang Mao was the only one who seemed overly nervous.

Before Huang Mao could answer, Chen Shu slammed on the gas pedal, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and sped off.

The car wasn't going fast, only about 30 or 40 miles per hour. In fact, on an empty main road at midnight, that's incredibly slow.

Just as he was about to pass the Mazda sedan, Chen Shu, who was in the oncoming lane, quickly turned the steering wheel to the left, and the front of his car crashed straight into the other vehicle.

Bang!
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The two cars collided with a loud noise, and the sound of shattering glass and clashing metal filled the carriage.

The people inside the car were disoriented by the violent impact, but fortunately they had fastened their seat belts and were mentally prepared for the collision, so no unexpected injuries occurred after the impact.

Chen Shu forcefully ripped off the airbag hanging on his body. Without waiting for the others in the car, he kicked open the car door and stumbled towards the Mazda.

Running to the car, Chen Shuxin saw through the transparent window that two old acquaintances were lying slumped inside with their eyes closed. He felt a sense of relief and a smile spread across his face.

At this moment, Zhu Yiba rushed over and saw Chen Shu swaying as he leaned against the car door. He subconsciously raised his hand to help him.

"How are you? Are you alright?" Zhu Yiba asked with concern.

Upon seeing Zhu Yiba unharmed, Chen Shu waved his hand in refusal, then gestured with his chin toward the car: "Luckily, neither of them was wearing seatbelts and they passed out. I have handcuffs in my pocket, so hurry up and cuff them. Let me catch my breath."

Looking at the two lifeless dogs inside the car, Zhu Yiba felt a mix of emotions: "Boss Chen, we've really gone all out for this operation."

"He's an idiot! He's got a screw loose! We're at work, ugh! We're on vacation! Not risking our lives!" Chen Chuan's indignant voice came from behind, followed by a series of coughs.

"Cough cough! Cough cough! If I ever come out on a case with you again, I'll call you dad! Ah, no, you fucking have to call me dad! Ah, no, even if you call me dad, I still won't go! Cough cough! Cough cough!"

Chen Shu leaned against the car, awkwardly picking his ear.

Zhu Yiba straightened his expression and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

He knew that the murder case had nothing to do with Chen Shu and the others; they were just police officers who had come from afar for a vacation.

Chen Shuneng intervened entirely out of respect for Zhu Yiba, wanting to help Huang Mao, a former low-ranking soldier who was being ostracized in the local criminal investigation team.

"It's only right for the police to catch thieves. Why are you thanking me? Just arrest him first." Chen Shu straightened his back slightly, chuckled, and gave people a sense of reassurance.

Zhu Yiba nodded and turned to get to work.

He first pulled the door handle a few times, but nothing happened. Then he aimed at a corner of the car window, raised his elbow and banged it a few times, shattering the glass instantly.

He then reached inside, opened the car door, and dragged the two suspects out like dead dogs, throwing them to the ground.

Just then, Huang Mao, Chen Chuan, and Jiang Hai arrived. The task of cleaning up the scene was left to these three: taking photos, handcuffing people, and searching the cars.

Chen Shu finally relaxed, plopped down on the ground, wiped away his cold sweat, and in the quiet moment, he realized with surprise at his own adventurousness.

Or perhaps, for someone who has experienced so much, it's not risky or radical at all.

The only thing that remained in his eyes was his goal.

"When did these changes begin..."

Chen Shu looked up at the sky, where stars twinkled.

He leaned against the car, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed his pounding heart.

(End of this chapter)