Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 929 (Part 2)

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"The 2nd Mobile Division? Has anyone heard of it?"

The veteran deliberately spoke in a high-pitched voice to his colleagues behind him, his words full of sarcasm.

The platoon leader standing behind the barricades, upon hearing the question deliberately thrown out by his subordinate, first glanced at the deputy company commander beside him. Seeing the deputy company commander nod slightly in acquiescence, he turned and shouted loudly towards the location of the convoy: "Never heard of a unit called the 2nd Mobile Division in Myanmar. Where did this bunch of idiots come from, pretending to be one?"

"Hahaha!"

The soldiers in the row behind them burst into laughter in unison, their coordination quite seamless.

Seeing this, the veteran blocked the convoy and laughed loudly. According to his usual thinking, this was called a show of force. As long as this step was done well, the toll fees would skyrocket.

As the instigator, his bonus must have been the highest among all the soldiers.

After the laughter subsided, the veteran strode confidently toward the well-dressed Burmese officer, his face immediately darkening.

Although he couldn't recognize whether the uniform opposite him belonged to the 2nd Mobile Division, judging from the officer's impeccable appearance and the row of brand-new military vehicles behind him, he was 99% certain that the officer was an elite member of the National Defense Force.

Even though he felt uneasy inside, he couldn't let his pride show.

The veteran raised his head slightly and sternly rebuked the officer who was much taller than him: "Hmph! I don't care if you're from the 2nd Mobile Division or the 200th Mobile Division, this is Dalalin Army territory! If you want to pass through here, you'd better obediently submit to inspection!"

It's called an inspection, but what they inspect and what the standards are are entirely up to them. In the end, this kind of formal inspection is nothing more than a matter of toll fees.

Although the autonomous region is nominally under the rule of the Myanmar government, it actually enjoys full autonomy. For example, the veterans at this checkpoint are not subject to the jurisdiction of the Myanmar military.

Upon hearing this, the officer's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He angrily placed his hand on the holster at his waist, and the next second, the row of Dalalin soldiers standing behind the barricades made a rustling sound. Although not perfectly synchronized, it did not prevent them from pointing their dark gun barrels directly at the officer.

The three military pickup trucks behind the officer, with their heavy machine guns mounted on them, also turned around and aimed at the arrogant veteran standing in the middle of the field.

The soldiers standing on the pickup truck bed jumped down one after another, the sound of bolts being pulled echoing throughout, and the air suddenly became cold and heavy.

Looking at the row of dark gun barrels pointing at him, the veteran felt his scalp tingle and his heart tremble, the sensation even reaching his slightly cramped calves.

"and many more."

Another middle-aged man got out of the first pickup truck. He had a Chinese face and was also wearing a Burmese military uniform, but his collar insignia was completely different from the previous officer's; it was a matte dark gray.

"I am Lin Hua from the Mandalay branch of the Intelligence Bureau. This is Captain Badulla, responsible for escorting the joint Chinese-Burmese law enforcement team. Please cooperate with our operation and release them immediately."

Intelligence Agency?

Lin Hualin, the director of the Mandalay branch?
Cold sweat poured down the veteran's forehead. People like them, who made their living on the border (between the autonomous region and the Burmese military government), knew the intelligence agency better than they did their own meals. The nickname "Lin the Devil" was given to him by these very people.

The Myanmar military can be ignored, and even the elite troops within the military cannot gain any advantage over them. However, when it comes to the ruthlessness of the intelligence agency, offending them will mean certain death.

You have to admit defeat when you should.
Just as the veteran was hesitating and trying to get himself a stool to leave the stage, he heard the cursing from behind by their deputy company commander who had come to visit unexpectedly.

"Shut up! Put your guns down!" The deputy company commander, standing behind the barricades, first ordered his men to put down their guns, and the soldiers obediently lowered their muzzles.

Just when everyone thought the local soldiers from Dalalin were about to let them pass, the deputy company commander started yelling at the convoy: "You idiots! The ceasefire agreement was only signed a few days ago. What, you want to break it?"

Still not satisfied with just cursing, the deputy company commander went around from behind the barricades and came up to Lin Hua and Badula, pointing at them and cursing them, spitting at them without any restraint.

"Hey, I fucking don't believe you dare to fire that shot?"

As he spoke, the deputy platoon leader ripped open his uniform, revealing a green T-shirt underneath, puffed out his chest, and cursed, "Hey! Go ahead and shoot here if you dare! Anyone who doesn't shoot is a son of a bitch!"

"grass!"

The deputy company commander slapped away the business card Lin Hua was offering him, drunkenly yelling, "You son of a bitch! Come on! Shoot your machine guns at me! If you don't have the guts to shoot, what are you holding a gun for? Who are you trying to scare?"

The two who were being scolded, Lin Hua and Badu La, exchanged a glance. These two were figures who could shake the region with a stomp of their feet in Myanmar, but at this moment they both chose to remain silent.

For political reasons, they certainly dared not fire the first shot that could potentially trigger a civil war.

Besides, the person in charge of the convoy is still sitting in the back of the car, so there's no need for the two of them to make a pointless scene and have an unnecessary conflict with the officer from the clearly drunk ethnic armed group opposite them.

The veteran, who had initially been somewhat timid, now felt triumphant. Although he had also received a share of the wine served to the deputy company commander that evening, he now felt it was well worth it.

Forget about intelligence agencies and the National Defense Force. Don't be fooled by their respectable clothes; in Daralin, they're nothing but a bunch of cowards. So all that was an act before; they don't dare utter a single word now!

The veteran didn't understand politics, but he was excellent at reading people. Seeing that the other party's expression had changed, he didn't dare to say a word. The soldiers behind him also hesitated and slowly lowered their guns.

He straightened his back again, waiting to see how his deputy company commander would deal with these arrogant fools.

"Damn it! Running around my territory in the middle of the night and acting like this, and you still have the nerve to talk back?" The deputy company commander saw the two men standing there and walked past Lin Hua and Badula. He staggered to a pickup truck, kicked a tire, and then pounded on the hood.

"Get out of the car! All of you get out of the car! I suspect you're hiding contraband in your car! I bet there are drugs in the car, otherwise why would you break through the checkpoint in the middle of the night? Bah, you call yourselves the National Defense Force? Don't be fooled by your respectable appearance, you're just like this in real life. A leopard can't change its spots."

Badulla, who considered himself an elite member of the military, was furious. He stomped his right foot on the ground and hissed, "You bastard!" As he spoke, he raised his right hand and reached for the pistol hanging on his belt, seemingly about to draw it and shoot the drunken officer.

The situation suddenly became tense again.