Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 852 The Persuaded Class Monitor (Part 2)

"But, class monitor..."

Seeing that his squad leader only cared about eating and didn't care about the mission at all, Xiao Wang, as a soldier, had no choice but to obey.

Xiao Wang slumped down, but kept complaining, "If they get away, I'm not responsible. Don't even think about making me go out in the middle of the night to catch them. I won't accept this kind of 'extra punishment'."

The square-faced man smiled wryly to himself, but outwardly he criticized sternly, "You usually talk so much, how come you suddenly became mute when someone came in? Couldn't you speak?"

It was just a casual, irrelevant rambling, and the square-faced man didn't expect any results. But Xiao Wang's answer took him by surprise.

“Squad leader, I thought that person was one of your comrades from the southern border,” Xiao Wang said casually, then suddenly frowned. “That person’s eyes look a bit scary.”

hiss.

Xiao Wang, who was singled out as a tough character by Wolf Head during Hell Week, surprisingly uttered a statement that caught the square-faced man off guard.

"Squad leader, don't be fooled by his smiling and friendly demeanor. I can't see any emotion in his eyes. I thought that murderous intent in the eyes was just something made up in novels, but I never thought that such people actually exist in real life."

"Squad leader, what do we do next? Should we go back and report now?" Xiao Wang, sitting to the side, reluctantly grabbed a small steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. "Mmm...delicious! Mmm...so flavorful!"

"By the way, class monitor, who was that just now?"

Having finally gotten out of town and not yet had enough to eat, Xiao Wang didn't want to go back to the team so soon.

Recalling the days when he used a basin to clean the outhouse in the morning and then carried the basin, still smelling of the latrine, to serve as a midnight snack, Xiao Wang got goosebumps and then took another big bite.

The meat smells so good!

A high-quality, multi-purpose washbasin!
"Xiao Wang! Were you confused again at last night's pre-battle meeting? You even had the nerve to ask who just came over? It was your father, your own father!"

The square-faced man pointed at Xiao Wang and gave him a good scolding, which made Xiao Wang lower his head in grievance. Then, he secretly stuffed the unfinished steamed bun in his hand into his pocket.

The square-faced man didn't expose Xiao Wang's little trick, but he couldn't help but glance in the direction Officer Chen had left during the brief moment.

At that moment, the rising sun came from the east, and the sunlight slanted behind Officer Chen, casting a long shadow.

That's fucking cool.

"Xiao Wang, have you ever been abroad? Would you like to try some Burmese specialties?" The square-faced man made a sly joke that even he himself couldn't believe.

"Class monitor, how delicious is it?" Although he was a little confused by the class monitor's sudden change of topic, it didn't stop Xiao Wang from having his eyes light up and sparkle when he heard about his favorite food.

The square-faced man stared at the young face, and the image of the internet-addicted teenager from his memory popped into his head again. Standing in front of his first squad leader after he joined the company, the teenager introduced himself as someone who loved playing video games.

He clenched his fist under the table, his square face seeming to hold together all the bitterness and self-blame he had kept hidden in his heart for so many years.

His eyes were slightly bloodshot. He suddenly slapped Xiao Wang on the head and laughed, scolding, "Eat, eat, all you know is eating! Were you a starving ghost in your past life, kid!"

"Squad leader, didn't you say you'd take me out for something delicious?" Xiao Wang muttered, sounding a little aggrieved. At this moment, he didn't seem like an elite soldier who had just emerged from the Hell Week training camp at all; instead, he seemed more like a naive young boy.

Just like that big boy who loves playing video games.

The square-faced man gripped the corner of the table and slowly stood up. It was clear that his heart was still churning with turmoil, but as a squad leader, he had to maintain composure in front of his soldiers. He slowly shook his head, as if trying to clear the tangled mess of memories from his mind.

I wonder if there's internet in heaven.

Opposite of the road.

Zhu Yiba stood slightly bent over in the shadows beside the large pillar at the hotel entrance.

His upright posture, honed through years of military service, now appeared strangely stiff—one hand braced against a pillar, upper body slightly leaning forward, right toe barely touching the ground, a standard posture that suggested he could run away at any moment.

This style is completely different from Zhu Yiba's usual daring and aggressive style.

"Wow!"

"I've got you here, ha!"

Seeing this, Chen Chuan, who was strolling behind, had a mischievous thought. Like a kitten, he quietly slipped behind Zhu Yiba, stretched out his finger, and poked Zhu Yiba's back in a cheeky way.

Before Chen Chuan's mocking tone had faded, Zhu Yiba, who was taken aback, reacted immediately.

At that moment, Zhu Yiba's military instincts instantly took over his body. His right arm, which had been relaxed and leaning against the pillar, immediately tensed up. In the next second, as his hips twisted, he smoothly extended his hard elbow 180 degrees behind him.

boom.

With a muffled thud, Zhu Yiba's elbow strike abruptly stopped a few centimeters from Chen Chuan's nose, the joint making a "crack" sound as it was suddenly stopped by external force.

They were stopped halfway by someone.

"Chen Chuan, what kind of time is this to be making jokes like this?" After recognizing the person, Zhu Yiba complained as he withdrew his elbow. "If I hadn't held back, there would have been an accident."

Chen Shu, who had just come from across the street, rubbed his slightly swollen wrist and joked, "Chen Chuan, haha, if I had been even a second late and hadn't blocked it, haha, your pretty nose would have been in trouble. The girls in Dongzhou's nightclubs would have been heartbroken."

Ma Rongcheng, who followed them out, was quite pleased to see the three young men looking so energetic.

"Haha."

Chen Chuan, who had finally managed to finish laughing, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He immediately raised his hand to smooth the stray hairs that had been ruffled by the strong wind from his forehead: "Old Zhu, you're exaggerating way too much. Using such force, people who don't know the situation would think you're working behind enemy lines."

Zhu Yiba's face was serious. He raised his chin towards the breakfast stall across the street and gestured, "I'm not kidding you. See those two guys sitting and eating over there? I bet they're the ones my dad sent to drag me back."

Chen Chuan followed the other's gaze and saw two young men with buzz cuts. One of them was eating with his head down, while the other was blatantly pointing his arm at where they were standing.

Needless to say, even a fool could see that they were coming for them.

Chen Chuan smirked, "Tsk tsk, Master Jing is something else. He's thirty years old, yet he's still acting like he's straight out of a TV drama. What's wrong, is your dad about to kick the bucket? Is he desperate to drag you back to inherit the family business?"

Zhu Yiba ignored Chen Chuan's nonsense and just stared at the other side of the road, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. Unexpectedly, the next second, someone gently patted his shoulder.

"Zhu Yiba".