Police Chen Shu

Chen Shu was cautious. Although he reluctantly agreed to Chen Chuan's proposal, he still replaced the princess in the box with the young master. Even if the princess who left the venue was frequently looked around curiously, he was obliged to keep the young master who brought the wine into the room.

"Why don't you invite the young master out too?"

"It's not that you are quick to pay for your money. You gave a tip as soon as you put down the beer. This can't be wasted."

"Hehe, if you dare, I have to pay the tip to the princess earlier. Shu, is that the reason?" Chen Chuan folded his chest and squinted at Chen Shu.

It just so happens that this young master looks fair and clean, and he speaks delicately. According to the current fashion, it belongs to the type of little milk dog.

Chen Chuan, who was sitting on the sofa watching the play, saw that Chen Shu was short of words and did not refute at this time, and he was even more happy from ear to ear: "Let me declare first, I am a proper straight man."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and glanced at Zhu Yiba who was singing "My Old Squad Leader" with his head held high. His steel-like chest muscles might make certain types of people salivate.

"Book, you won't"

Chen Chuan stiffened his neck and turned around inch by inch.

"Snapped."

Chen Shu slapped him on the head, and scolded him, "Don't make such a joke, it's easy to laugh to death."

"You're the one who laughed so hard. Except for the male model bureau, this is really the first time I've seen someone who doesn't want a princess, but a young master."

Chen Chuan touched his head nonchalantly, opened four or five of the 330ml Budweiser newly brought to the table in a row, handed it to Chen Shu, touched it, and drank it all in one gulp.

A coolness entered the throat and fell straight to the abdomen, and exploded in the stomach again. The icy feeling rushed up, the hairs relaxed, and even the sweat on the face was reduced a lot.

"Hi~ It's comfortable. Beer is the most refreshing!"

The two of you came and went a few times, and when it was almost done, Chen Shu held the small bottle and arched at Zhu Yiba who was standing in high, and said with a smile: "Chen Chuan, I can see that you are the one who came to the frontier guards." If you like this guy, tell me, why?"

Chen Chuan squinted at the other party, and said in a high-pitched voice on purpose: "Hey, you like this guy~"

"Don't interrupt, I know you have a lot of connections in the bureau. Tell me, what's going on with this guy and what's his background."

"Book, since when did you gossip like this?"

"I'm just curious."

"There are more than ten transfers, are you curious about this one?"

"Don't be naughty, hurry up."

Chen Chuan took a straight look at Zhu Yiba: "He, actually, I don't know who he is, where he comes from, and what background he is."

"Seriously, stop kidding, it's boring to leave it on all the time"

As he said that, Chen Shu seemed to suddenly think of something, and said seriously: "You mean you can't find half of his information?"

"Yes, his name is a string of numbers, can you believe it?"

Chen Shu recalled that other frontier guards treated him slightly coldly when eating in the restaurant. Soldiers in the army are most concerned about friendship in battle. This obviously unfamiliar form of getting along with each other, it must be wrong to say that they were transformed from the same batch.

Thinking of the restaurant, Chen Shu suddenly thought of the "two heroes of Dongzhou" proposed by Chen Chuan with his left and right arms on their shoulders, and one of them was naturally Zhu Yiba.

"Chen Chuan, what do you mean by 'hero' when you were eating?"

Chen Chuan probably got a little irritated, opened a bottle of wine, Gululu took another big gulp, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "But I guessed Zhu Yiba's identity."

"Really?" Chen Shu stood up suddenly, feeling a little excited. He had heard of people whose names were replaced by a string of numbers, but had never seen them. He was naturally curious when he learned about the details of someone in Chen Chuan. .

Chen Chuan stretched out a finger: "Undercover."

Chen Shu immediately retorted, almost poking Chen Chuan's forehead with his finger: "Put it down, you've been working in the same system for almost ten years and you're still so naive. You think it's TV dramas and novels, and you're still undercover? Why don't you go undercover?" Shit?"

The older generation of police officers vaguely mentioned that there were indeed undercover police officers twenty or thirty years ago, but now the use of police officers as undercover police officers is basically eliminated at the legal level.

The public security system safeguards public security interests, not national security interests. What public security interests maintain is order, and it is necessary to emphasize laws and procedures. Therefore, illegal methods cannot be used to obtain evidence, nor can illegal methods be used to enforce the law.

On the other hand, even if a case is solved because of the undercover policeman, the policeman has done meritorious service, and the unit has achieved performance, it is still nothing more than a case.

What if it screwed up? Once the undercover policeman died, the leader probably would have to bear joint and several responsibilities, and it would be considered a safe landing if he stripped off the police uniform.

So later on, a "special love fee" came out. Each person in administrative detention can be reimbursed 1,000 yuan, which is enough to get a direct 3,000 yuan for criminal detention. If you are involved in gangs and guns, you can double up as hard as you can, and there is no upper limit.

To put it bluntly, spending so much energy and risk arranging an undercover police officer is worse than simply using money to get through an informant. They are all people at the bottom, how can they have so much loyalty, such as those who smoke and sell drugs, even giving 300 yuan to buy food is enough, but it is not enough to give too much, because they are afraid of being sucked to death.

"I understand what you mean, but they are not the police." Chen Chuan pouted aggrievedly, and then said seriously, "According to this reform, the border police stations along the coast of Dongzhou are all transferred to The local public security bureaus, for example, have joined our special police brigade; the border police stations along the inland borders have been transferred to the National Immigration Administration, and more specifically, the entry-exit border inspection stations."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Shu immediately woke up.

At the welcome dinner at the hotel earlier, Zhu Yiba was obviously not familiar with the border police station along the coast of Dongzhou who came over in the same batch. They are all from the same police station, and Zhu Yiba is not young, so he must have been transferred from the edge.

Judging from Zhu Yiba's accent, he was not from Dongzhou, but from the inland Jiang province. It is said that you can find a relationship and come to the East China Sea from the border and across provinces, why not go back to your hometown directly?

The name is replaced by a string of numbers, and there is a high probability that it came from incognito.

What is the reason for someone who is unfamiliar with the place of life?

Chen Chuan raised his eyebrows, and nodded: "When you two were in the private room, I mentioned 'two heroes', but Zhu Yiba didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he was very used to it."

There is a high probability that he has made great contributions, but he doesn't want to be promoted, so he came to Dongzhou to retire.

Then why not call back home?

A name or a string of numbers?

Chen Shu quickly glanced at Zhu Yiba who was still screaming in front of the TV.

The newly converted former frontier soldier's voice has become hoarse and unsteady from drinking too much alcohol.

His singing voice was not pleasant to the ear, and was even obviously out of tune, which inevitably gave people the illusion that he was roaring for a while.

Zhu Yiba closed his eyes and sang with all his heart. Although the singing is not very pleasant, his expressions and movements are full of passion and real emotion. His hands are waving, as if revisiting the battlefield of that year, expressing his deepest emotions.

"My old squad leader, how are you doing now?"

"My old monitor, do you still think of me?"

"I haven't received your letter for a long time, and I still miss you from time to time."