Police officer Chen Shu

As dawn broke, the convoy entered the county town.

Although it's called a county town, it's actually more like a small town compared to other parts of China.

Unlike the dilapidated buildings along the way, the houses here are relatively neat, and the small roads connecting the main road are paved with bluestone slabs, although there are many cracks in the slabs, and the cracks are filled with mud from years of years.

The buildings on both sides are somewhat old, and the plaques hanging on the ground floor storefronts are in Burmese, Chinese, and more often in both Chinese and Burmese.

Motorcycles and cars were parked sparsely along the roadside, and some early risers looked at the convoy with suspicious eyes.

Perhaps it was because of the dark muzzle of the heavy machine gun mounted on the back of the truck that there were no other people to disturb us along the way. Although the truck was bumpy, the road was still relatively unobstructed.

We drove slowly toward the tallest building in the entire county that we could see at a glance.

It's said to be the highest, but it's only about six or seven stories high.

When the convoy arrived at the Judicial Commission building, four or five soldiers in green camouflage uniforms carrying AK47s stood at the gate. Guided by the soldiers, the convoy entered the compound smoothly.

Everyone got out of the car. Chen Shu gestured for the others to wait by the car, and only brought Xiao Wang, who had come with him from the Donghai Provincial Department, as well as police liaison officer Wang Yan and Lin Hua from the Mandalay Intelligence Branch, into the building.

bang bang.

Chen Chuan patted the car door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and called out to Zhu Yiba, who was still sitting inside, "Old Zhu, what are you thinking about? We're here, get out and take a drive to relax."

Zhu Yiba closed his eyes, but his slightly trembling eyelids betrayed his inner turmoil. This land carried too many memories and pain for him.

Because of the deaths of his squad leader and Xiao Pang, Zhu Yiba suffered a heart attack and soon after transferred to civilian work, fleeing to Donghai Province, which is half of China. He thought he would live a miserable life for the rest of his life, unable to avenge his comrades. But after many twists and turns, he returned to this place.

Although the man felt that despite his many years of military service, he was still not ready, he did not support his decision to go to Myanmar with him.

But he still believed in himself, having experienced the battlefield, and felt that this was destiny.

"understood."

After Zhu Yiba responded, he pushed open the car door and got out. Standing in the courtyard, facing the rising sun, he solemnly and respectfully straightened his clothes.

Ma Rongcheng stood in the courtyard, looking up at the unassuming building, feeling a mix of emotions. He knew that his experiences along the way were completely different from his decades of criminal investigation work.

For the first time, he felt as if he had returned to decades ago, to the time when he had just changed from a community defense team member into a police uniform, a time when he knew nothing and understood nothing.

"call."

Ma Rongcheng sighed, and suddenly a yellow cigarette was handed to him. Then the young man with the perpetually grinning face came over, waved the cigarette in his hand, and there was a tacit understanding between old smokers in his eyes.

With a hearty laugh, Detective Ma Rongcheng finally felt relieved, easily took the cigarettes, pulled out the lighter he had just picked up from his pocket, and lit them for the two men with two quick clicks.

Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Being a community defense team member isn't so bad!

After offering a few cigarettes, the small area of ​​the courtyard was immediately filled with smoke. At this moment, Chen Chuan was standing inside, and those outside could not see his expression.

He frowned deeply and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

inside the building.

Wang Yan walked quickly beside Chen Shu and whispered, "Officer Chen, according to the usual procedure, we need to obtain government permission to enter the park here. I understand your feelings, well, at least in terms of formality."

Chen Shu nodded, indicating that he understood.

Let alone cross-border law enforcement, even within China, police officers must report to the local public security authorities when they travel to different provinces to handle cases. Only with the consent of the other party can they take corresponding coercive measures against criminal suspects.

Upon first hearing the name of the Judicial Committee of Dalalin District, one might generally assume it to be an institution concerning the judicial department. In reality, it is the highest authority in the area, and all government directives, whether concerning the judiciary or people's livelihood, are issued from here to the public.

The Judicial Committee sounds prestigious, but in reality, the building is quite old, with mottled walls and dimly lit corridors. It's worlds apart from government offices in Yangon, and even in a third-tier city like Mandalay, it's much better.

Lin Hua, the deputy director of the Mandalay intelligence branch, was clearly very familiar with the area. He walked straight to the front of the group. The guards along the way, upon seeing the rank insignia on his shoulders, knew that they should look away, lest they anger this "Devil Lin".

As the group climbed the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor, a middle-aged man in a wrinkled gray suit with a receding hairline jogged over from around the corner of the corridor, his face beaming with a humble smile.

"Director Lin! What brings you here!" The middle-aged man was clearly a typical Burmese, but he spoke in Mandarin, obviously on purpose.

Lin Hua nodded expressionlessly, turned slightly to the side, and then immediately put on a smile when facing Chen Shushi, introducing, "This is our representative in Dalalin, Newso."

Standing next to Chen Shu, Wang Yan whispered, "Officer Chen, this should be the director that the Myanmar side has sent to Dalalin. It would be more appropriate for us to call him Wu Niu Soe."

In Myanmar, "U" means "sir" or "master".

In the eyes of Lin Hua, an intelligence official, this representative was not an important figure. He even addressed him by his first name, seemingly to avoid unnecessary formalities between Chen Shu and others due to the different customs of the two countries.

Clearly, although Lin Hua is of Chinese descent, he has lived and worked in the Myanmar government, which has a very strict hierarchical system, and has naturally integrated into it in his daily life.

However, Wu Niusuo didn't care. After listening to Wang Yan's explanation, he quickly stood behind Lin Hua and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No need, no need, just call me Niusuo, just call me Niusuo."

After saying that, Wu Niusuo bent down and led everyone to the inner room on the second floor, saying as they walked, "You've come a bit early. The county magistrate hasn't arrived yet. I'll have to trouble you to rest in the conference room first."

Everyone entered the conference room and found a place to sit and rest. Wu Niu Soe was busy running around making tea and serving water, showing no airs of being a representative sent by Myanmar.

At this moment, Lin Hua turned to Chen Shu and explained, "Now we have nominally ceased hostilities with them and the country has been unified. The Newso group are our representatives stationed there, but they are just representatives and have no other power."

Chen Shu nodded and asked, "When will the county magistrate arrive?" (End of Chapter)