Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 808 Next Stop. Northern Myanmar.

A bustling restaurant with a brightly lit lobby.

Out of sight, a faint beam of light hung from the ceiling, illuminating only the darkest corner of the otherwise bright hall.

In such an inconspicuous place, a person sat alone, his presence seemingly out of place with the surrounding noise.

Zhu Yiba, a former special operations platoon leader who served in the Yunnan border defense force, was silently pouring himself a drink.

His expression was somber, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere around him. He twirled a wine glass he had drunk from countless times, and a barely perceptible sadness lurked deep in his eyes.

For some reason, every time I drink too much, my mind seems to get out of control, and I think of the brothers who sacrificed their lives.

Not long after, Huang Mao, a former border guard from Yunnan Province, came over with a bottle of liquor in one hand and a cup in the other.

He was also drunk, but he still remembered to ask his old platoon leader for a few drinks.

The two grown men talked about the border defense unit where they spent the best years of their youth, about their comrades-in-arms, and about the deep imprint and indelible memories the military had left on them for life.

In the end, Huang Mao cried, hugging Zhu Yiba and sobbing, his snot sticking to Zhu Yiba's shoulder.

Zhu Yiba didn't see it, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't have cared.

"Platoon leader, platoon leader, we've all retreated, we've all retreated!"

Zhu Yiba patted the blond-haired man's back with his right hand, his nose tingling, and murmured, "Yes, we've all retired, we've all retired. We've done right by the country, we've done right by the people."

After crying for a long time, Huang Mao suddenly pushed Zhu Yiba away and cried out in a choked voice, "But we've let Fatty down! We've let the class monitor down!"

Upon hearing these two familiar names, Zhu Yiba, a seemingly rough and unrestrained man who had killed countless enemies on the Yunnan border, could no longer hold back the pain he had felt for so many years. He put his hands on his forehead and let the tears stream down his face.

During the gathering, Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao's emotions stood out. Although those around them could sense their sadness, most chose to remain silent and not disturb this particular sorrow.

This sorrow belongs unique to the border defense of Yunnan Province.

In this peaceful era, these young people have shouldered far too much responsibility.

Once the two had calmed down a bit, forensic doctor Lao Tang, who was also a veteran, approached them and gently comforted them, saying, "Xiao Zhu, Xiao Huang, life always has its ups and downs. Things will pass. You are still young, and you have a long life ahead of you. Don't let the shadows of the past block your way forward. Your fallen comrades would definitely want to see you live a good life."

Chen Shu, who also had comrades who sacrificed their lives in southern Xinjiang, came over. For him, this scene was no different from his past self.

He offered them cigarettes and lit them for them, his voice trembling slightly as he slowly said, "We must keep going, for every day we live, and for them."

Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao wiped away their tears and smiled at each other.

At this moment, Jiang Hai walked over, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Chen Shu laughed and pointed at the other person with the two fingers holding the cigarette: "What, you want one too?"

"No." Jiang Hai glanced at Zhu Yiba, then hesitated to look at him.

Zhu Yiba keenly noticed Jiang Hai's unusual behavior, but he didn't care. He helped up the blond-haired guy who was crying and lying on the table, poured him a full glass of wine, and drank it down first.

After calming Huang Mao down, Zhu Yiba waved to Jiang Hai and smiled apologetically: "Hey, sorry you had to see that."

Jiang Hai shook his head repeatedly: "You are all heroes who guard the frontier, how dare I laugh at you?"

Zhu Yiba had heard this kind of talk too many times and was numb to it. He thought that Chen Chuan's sarcasm and ridicule were more effective.

Thinking about this, Zhu Yiba suddenly realized that he had lost face in public so badly, yet he hadn't heard Chen Chuan's subtle but unmistakable sarcasm.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Chen Chuan standing behind him with a stern face, his expression completely different from his usual frivolous demeanor, silently watching him.

"Chen Chuan, you..." Zhu Yiba's mind suddenly went blank.

As if he had finally made up his mind, Chen Chuan walked towards Zhu Yiba and stood directly in front of him.

"Chen Chuan, you..." Zhu Yiba asked again, his heart pounding with anxiety. Could something serious have happened again?
Chen Chuan took a deep breath, pointed to Ma Rongcheng and He Chengfeng who were whispering to each other not far away, and said in a deep voice, "Zhu Yiba, let me tell you something."

This was the first time Zhu Yiba had seen Chen Chuan so serious. He thought that Chen Chuan might be seeing him lose his composure for the first time and was trying to tease him in various ways. Anyway, he had gotten used to it over the past year.

In private, Zhu Yiba preferred Chen Chuan's unreserved teasing and sarcasm to being called a "national hero" or "people's hero." At least that made him feel better.

Can a national hero bring back Little Fatty?

Can a people's hero be exchanged for a squad leader?
On the surface, Zhu Yiba is a fearless, heroic special operations soldier, but he is also a flesh-and-blood person with joys and sorrows.

Chen Chuan saw through his disguise at a glance, and saw through the vulnerability, fear, and anger hidden deep in his heart.

Zhu Yiba opened his mouth and retorted as usual, "Chen Chuan, if you want to laugh, just laugh. Don't hold it in, or you'll hurt yourself."

Chen Chuan raised his hand to stop Zhu Yiba from speaking, his face serious, unusually serious.

Zhu Yiba's heart tightened, and he tried his best to make his voice sound calm: "What do you want from me?"

Chen Chuan turned his head to the other side of the room and lowered his voice, saying, "They are discussing the KK Industrial Park in northern Myanmar."

"KK Park?" Zhu Yiba frowned, thought for a moment, then gestured with his chin towards Chen Shuzhan and chuckled, "Is that where that reporter Zhang was going to bail someone out? You should have talked to our Chen Da about this, why are you looking for me? I don't even have a girlfriend."

Chen Chuan lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Zhu Yiba, who was still laughing to himself.

Zhu Yiba noticed the other person's unusual behavior, and recalling Jiang Hai's previous strange behavior, he finally understood what was going on. He leaned on the back of the chair, slowly stood up, and looked in the direction Chen Chuan had pointed earlier. Ma Rongcheng, an expert from the provincial department, was discussing something with He Chengfeng, the deputy captain of the local criminal investigation team, with a serious expression.

"You said they were discussing the KK Park?" Zhu Yiba vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something, yet also vaguely grasped something.

There was a slight resistance, or rather, fear, in my heart, yet deep within my soul, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice seemed to be calling out.

Ask him! Ask him! Ask him!

Zhu Yiba swallowed hard and asked, "Chen Chuan, what exactly happened?"

Even Zhu Yiba himself didn't realize that as he blurted out the question, his two hands, which were resting on the back of the chair, were unconsciously clenched into fists.

Chen Chuan didn't speak, he just looked at Zhu Yiba.

"Why don't you say something? You're usually so talkative!" Zhu Yiba was about to explode with frustration, wondering if this guy had come up with some bad idea to tease him again.

He turned to look at Jiang Hai, who was following him nervously, his expression as if he had done something wrong.

Zhu Yiba knew in his heart that something big had happened, and it was still related to him.

Chen Chuan opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but didn't know where to begin.

Jiang Hai turned his head to the side and looked at the corner of the private room.

Zhu Yiba stood on the ground, his heart pounding. He felt a chill in the air. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulders, and then his vision went dark as a deep, imposing figure appeared. Then, the voice that had always made him feel safe rang out.

"Zhu Yiba, we have news about Zorroson."

“Zuozoruo Song? Li Song?” Zhu Yiba was taken aback at first, then blurted out, “Isn’t he locked up in prison? What news? Executed? Reduced sentence and parole? Released on medical parole?”

Seeing that the group of people standing opposite him remained silent, Zhu Yiba joked, "Surely no one has escaped, right? Our prisons aren't like those in the US, where they're all private. The armed police brothers inside are no joke."

Silence. You could hear a pin drop.

Zhu Yiba's legs felt weak, and his voice was feeble.

This notorious transnational criminal in Yunnan Province has always been an indelible shadow in Zhu Yiba's heart. The two comrades who lost their lives because of him—the squad leader and Little Fatty—have also become a source of pain that Zhu Yiba cannot let go of day and night.

"Zorozon is in northern Myanmar."

Chen Shu spoke softly, but to Zhu Yiba it was like a thunderbolt.

A moment later, Zhu Yiba's eyes turned red, and he swayed precariously.

He gripped the back of the chair for support, gritting his teeth to control his burning emotions, and uttered his thoughts one word at a time, without thinking, nor needing to think.

"I'm going to northern Myanmar."

Its ferocious appearance makes it seem as if it's about to devour a living person.

After saying that, he suddenly laughed, a laugh that seemed to show some relief, his behavior before and after the laughter was completely different.

"Hehe, northern Myanmar, that's a place where human life is worthless, a really good place. There, nobody's life matters."

Chen Shu remained quiet because he understood this feeling.

In southern Xinjiang, he lost Xiao Qiang, whom he had called "Brother Shu" and "Captain Chen" all the way up to "Captain Chen" and "Chief Chen." Back then, he was no different from the enraged Zhu Yiba of today. Holding a few grenades, he killed more than a dozen terrorists without hesitation.

In Dongzhou, he lost bomb disposal expert Xu Mingliang, and both terrorists who committed the crime died at his hands.

Therefore, Chen Shu fully understood Zhu Yiba's feelings.

For some reason, at this moment, a woman's face involuntarily surfaced in Chen Shu's mind.

She bit her lip, her face resolute and beautiful, her eyes revealing a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

Yes, it's stubbornness.

You know, such a beautiful woman, almost thirty years old, doesn't want to stay at home to be a good wife and mother, but instead she's always running around outside every day.

And why do they always stand up for ordinary people? Are the police and men of China all useless cowards?
is it?

right.

Chen Shu let out a long sigh in his heart.

He turned to look at Chen Chuan, his partner, classmate, and comrade-in-arms of more than ten years.

Our young master Chen looked back with his usual flippant expression, a smirk playing on his lips, as if to say, "After all these years, I can tell you want to fart just by lifting your butt."

Chen Shu felt a little guilty, but some things had to be faced. Ever since he stepped into the police academy and put on his police uniform more than a decade ago, his shoulders had never been at ease.

Over the years, he had felt guilty towards many people he should have saved but instead let go and sacrifice themselves. Now, he didn't want that guilt to continue.

Next stop, northern Myanmar.

Bathed in the creaking light of the white fabric lamp, Chen Shu suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

(End of this chapter)