Police Chen Shu

Things like this are a little unbelievable, but they are not against common sense.

The Chinese have a long-standing custom of returning to their roots. For those Chinese who are doing armed work in Myanmar, once they have made money and taken over territory, they will naturally find ways to return to China.

Needless to say, heavy assets such as houses are bought one by one, and all kinds of luxury cars can only be regarded as pocket money for the next few generations.

The entrepreneurial generation cannot return to China themselves, and will try their best to get their children back.

And those local Burmese people, needless to say, will find ways to run to safer and more prosperous countries when they are rich and powerful.

The first step is to send their children abroad to study. In terms of methods, it is exactly the same as those rich and powerful people in China who are afraid of being liquidated afterwards.

In the early years, when China was still poor, many people also racked their brains to sneak into the United States. In fact, the essence is the same.

"Haha, let me show you some interesting photos first." Zhang Jian happily took out his mobile phone and opened the album. There were local landscape photos in it. Three people in ordinary clothes stood in a row in front of the scenic spot, smiling.

It looked like a group photo at a very ordinary scenic spot.

Zhang Jian pointed at the two men standing on both sides of the photo, with their backs hunched.

The smiles of the two men were obviously trying to please the man standing in the middle.

The man on the left turned slightly, with his upper body slightly facing the man standing in the middle. His smile was full of expectation and some obedience, and his posture was obviously tilted to the right.

The man on the right leaned forward, but his shining eyes did not look at the camera in front of him, but swept towards the middle. Most of his eyes could not hide his envy of the two men in the middle.

"Aren't these three people in a very ordinary group photo? What's so strange about it?" Jiang Hai, who squeezed his head in from the gap between the people, stared for a long time but could not see anything fishy.

Zhang Jian smiled and repeatedly pointed at the two men standing on the left and right, and said mysteriously: "Don't look at these two old guys who look ordinary in the photo. In northern Myanmar, they are fierce gods who kill without blinking an eye."

"Scare!"

Jiang Hai was stunned at first, then laughed: "These two skinny old men are fierce gods? Zhang, don't take advantage of me because I am still a police academy student and fool me."

Police academy student?

Zhang Jian and Director Wang were surprised when they heard Jiang Hai's self-proclaimed name, wondering how a student who was still studying in the police academy would follow the special task force.

At this time, looking at the team of Chen Shu and others, they found that the more they looked, the more amazing it was.

The leader Chen Shu, who was in charge of the special task force registered by the provincial department at a young age, was not comparable to the ordinary second-generation gold-plated.

And the young man next to him, with his upright sitting posture and slightly raised chest, said to be a policeman, but more like a soldier in plain clothes.

And the third man was even more amazing.

This man has been wandering around the office since he entered the door. He seems to have no interest in the case at all. He is now flipping through the documents on the desk. He really doesn't regard himself as an outsider.

Add a student who is still studying in the police academy, and this group of four is quite interesting.

Zhang Jian's mind was racing privately, but his face was normal, and he continued to explain his doubts to Jiang Hai.

Zhang Jianyong swiped his finger on the screen of his mobile phone, and another photo appeared on the screen.

The background is a typical Southeast Asian jungle landscape. A dozen people in mud-green military uniforms stood on the grass in the wild. The first one was the thin old man who stood on the side with envy.

In the photo, the thin old man wore a rolled-edge camouflage fisherman's hat, and the brim drooped slightly to cover his forehead. With the shadow on his face, he actually felt a bit unruly and fierce.

With more than a dozen soldiers carrying guns next to him, the temperament of this thin old man suddenly jumped up, like a leader who controls the power of life and death, which is chilling.

Zhang Jian swiped again.

This time, a photo of an old shed was shown. At the entrance of the small courtyard in front of the house, several people in military uniforms gathered together, gesticulating and discussing something.

Among them was a thin figure, somewhat similar to the thin old man.

And two men were lying on the side of the road. Judging from the situation in the photo, they should be dead, corpses.

"This man is the old man." Zhang Jian raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth and continued, "This place is a logistics point for drugs in northern Myanmar. These people are dealing with their opponents and their goods! People like them, who can make a name for themselves in places like northern Myanmar, are best at stepping on other people's corpses to pave the way and make money for themselves."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear. In addition to soldiers and weapons, the thin old man also has a ruthless method and cruel personality.

Zhang Jian swiped his hand, and the screen of the mobile phone switched back to the first photo.

The sun was shining, and the thin old man's smile was still as bright as ever, and it was still the kind of face-licking, flattering, and cautious smile.

It seemed like a lifetime ago.

"This, this." Jiang Hai opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

As a student who has not yet officially entered society, his experience and imagination make it difficult to superimpose two images with such huge contrast on the same person.

"Why?" Zhang Jian smiled, "I know you can't figure it out in your heart. Why does a military leader who kills people in northern Myanmar and holds power and money be so servile to others?"

"Is this person a government official here?" Jiang Hai pointed to the man standing in the middle of the first landscape photo and said, "Hey, he actually looks quite..."

Jiang Hai also wanted to say that these two men were quite ordinary, but when he thought of the background of the thin old man, he immediately changed his words: "This man must be a senior official here!"

The tone is affirmative.

After all, for a ruthless guy like the thin old man to please and make fun of himself, he must be a high-ranking official who holds important administrative resources.

"Haha, I won't let you down anymore." Zhang Jianle said, "The man standing in the middle is a township chief below us, and he is also the deputy!"

scare!

As soon as this explanation came out, Chen Shu and others, not to mention Jiang Hai, were all very surprised.

"Deputy deputy township chief?" Jiang Hai's eyes widened with suspicion, "A deputy township chief of such an age, with basically no political future, can make the military chiefs in northern Myanmar lick their faces and fawn over him. ? Isn’t this too dreamy?”

Chen Shu pondered for a moment and then said: "Is it true that the position where this cadre is standing happens to be stuck in a key artery for drug transportation? Although such a person is only a grassroots cadre, he may not be noticeable elsewhere, but in a mountain like the border, It’s still very easy when the emperor is far away.”

Zhang Jian and Director Wang looked at each other and suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Director Wang laughed awkwardly and said: "It's not that complicated. It's just these old guys who are working hard in Myanmar who have made money and want to take care of their old family members who are still here. Sometimes, You have to ask these grassroots leading cadres.”

"What are you asking for?" Chen Shu pretended not to notice the silence between the two of them and asked in cooperation.

"Help us find people. We will send the ID number of the person we want to find. As long as the person is still in northern Myanmar, we can find him." Director Wang said calmly, "One hundred thousand, you can wait until the receipt is confirmed. Pay again.”

"Hey, there is no middleman to make the difference." Zhang Jianyi recovered from the previous silence and joked.

hiss!

So simple?

Everyone was shocked. (End of chapter)