Police Chen Shu

Ninghong Border Defense Station, conference room.

Three armed policemen with stars on their shoulders sat at a table for a meeting.

Among them, the person sitting at the top is the chief of staff of the detachment. He is nearly forty years old, dressed neatly and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Sitting on the right hand side of the chief of staff, with his head down tapping away at his laptop, was the staff officer who had followed him from the detachment. He was young and also wearing a pair of glasses and had a slim build.

Sitting on the left hand side of the chief of staff is the commander of the border defense station, Wang Hai. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a face with a Chinese character. However, on both sides of his cheeks, there are two parallel scars about the size of fingernails, which makes him vaguely suspicious. Different from the ferocity of ordinary armed police.

The chief of staff said slowly: "Old Wang, after much thought, I still have no choice but to come to you for this case. I don't feel comfortable leaving it to anyone else."

Wang Hai firmly expressed his stance: "Chief of Staff, don't worry, as long as I'm useful, I'll be fine!"

The chief of staff nodded in approval, then took over the battle plan from the staff, and said thoughtfully: "For mountain and forest operations, there is nothing else. I am just worried that our soldiers may not be able to understand the map. Well, do you have anyone available here?"

Even if they couldn't understand the picture, they were exaggerating. They probably didn't even know how to use a compass. Wang Hai sat up straight and said in a deep voice: "There are not many people in the station. I will lead the team this time."

The chief of staff continued to shake his head: "No, no, you are the station manager now. How can a station manager go out and work in person?"

Wang Hai put his elbows on the table, leaned forward, and said in a deep voice: "Chief of Staff, there is no need for us to get bored here. You also know that I am the most suitable person for this matter. Otherwise, today, you too Won’t come to our station.”

The staff officer who was sitting next to him and typing on the keyboard raised his head, adjusted his glasses, and familiarly handed his superior a ladder to get off the stage: "Chief of Staff, since Station Commander Wang has such a strong desire to fight, why don't we just Just obey him."

The chief of staff was silent. Indeed, judging from the current situation, it is indeed the most appropriate solution for Wang Hai to take part in this mission. And this was indeed, as Wang Hai said, an established plan that he and several staff members had discussed when they were in the detachment.

He took a long breath and was about to settle the matter when there was a knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

Zhu Yiba opened the door and walked in. When he saw the chief of staff of the detachment sitting in the first place, his heart trembled. He knew that he had a mission, and it had to be a big one.

When he was in the special service platoon of the mobile squadron under the detachment, every time he saw the chief of staff carrying a laptop with a bright screen, he would be nervous for a long time, because he knew that he was about to work, and it would be a life-threatening job.

But the border station shouldn't be exposed to this kind of mission, right?

Although there were doubts in his heart, Zhu Yiba's expression remained unchanged. He gave a loud "report" when he entered the door, and the squad leader straightened his back after him.

Wang Hai stood up and motioned to Zhu Yiba and the squad leader to sit down and talk.

After everyone sat down, Wang Hai introduced: "This is our new platoon leader."

The chief of staff interrupted with a smile: "We all know each other. When Zhu Yiba was the deputy platoon leader in the special service platoon, I often went to their platoon. I took them to participate in the province-wide competition last year. Yeah. By the way, I remember he even got the title of 'Warrior'."

After saying that, he turned to look at Zhu Yiba: "How are you, are you used to coming here?"

Zhu Yiba nodded: "Thank you, Chief of Staff, for your concern. Everything is fine here."

After a pause, he remembered his old partner's leg injury and asked, "Chief of Staff, is Lao Lu's foot injury better?"

"It's been fine for a long time. A few days ago, I followed the mobile squadron to the provincial capital to participate in a competition. No, it just happened that the mission came and there was no one in the detachment, so I had to ask you." The chief of staff spread his hands and explained. The reason for coming today.

For the special service platoon, such sudden and on-the-fly tasks are also common.

The monitor, who was sitting on the edge with a solemn look on his face, kept shouting "f*ck, f**k" in his heart, because he was the one being tricked at the shooting range.

The special operations platoon, to them, is a god-like teammate. In terms of individual soldier strength, he is absolutely superior to other units, including the group of people who are directly under Lao Lu's anti-big forces.

I originally thought that the new platoon leader was just the squad leader of the special service platoon, but I didn't expect that he turned out to be the deputy platoon leader.

For a special service platoon that has combat missions all year round, the platoon leader only plays a management role. The person who actually leads the team out is the deputy platoon leader, an all-around warrior who is said to be the best in the platoon in terms of technique and tactics, otherwise he would not be able to convince the crowd.

Thinking of Zhu Yiba's humble appearance at the shooting range, the squad leader cursed in his heart, feeling that he, the young platoon leader, deserved to be the sixth platoon leader.

With that said, the chief of staff turned to Wang Hai with a smile and said, "Tell me, why are you hiding such a big treasure and not letting it out? As long as he is here, you don't even have to go."

Wang Hai glanced at Zhu Yiba and said, "Chief of Staff, do you mean to let Zhu Yiba lead the team?"

The chief of staff nodded with a smile.

When it came to this matter, Zhu Yiba immediately reacted: "Chief of Staff, Station Chief, I have no objection."

The chief of staff joked: "You haven't heard the mission yet, so you have no opinion?"

Zhu Yiba puffed out his chest: "It's Sun Tzu who has an opinion."

"Hahaha." Everyone smiled knowingly.

Next, the staff will explain the plan of this operation one by one.

The matter is simple and simple, just intercept two groups of traffickers in the mountains and forests who are preparing to trade at the national border. It’s difficult to say, because the opponent is armed with a gun, and according to overseas informants, it is likely that he will use heavy firepower.

The action plan has been drawn up by the staff, and Zhu Yiba and others only need to execute it.

Since the operation was in the afternoon, after listening to the explanation, Zhu Yiba left in a hurry with the squad leader.

After the station commander Wang Hai said hello to the staff, he also ran to find the deputy station commander, preparing to count and organize the soldiers' jungle equipment before departure.

The conference room suddenly became quiet.

The staff officer gently closed the notebook. This action plan was basically drawn up by him alone. If this thing can be accomplished, he will take the first credit, so he is also very concerned about it.

In line with the premise of completing the work as much as possible, he raised his own question: "Chief of Staff, we didn't analyze it when we came here. It is most appropriate for Station Commander Wang to come forward on this matter. After all, he has been here for more than ten years and has done a lot of work in all aspects." We are all familiar with it, and I have led teams to complete many similar operations before. That Zhu Yiba is just a platoon leader, can he do it?"

The chief of staff asked, "What's wrong? He is the platoon leader now. Do you know who he will be in the future? Don't be the one begging for food from behind."

The staff officer felt aggrieved, but did not dare to question the superior's decision in person, so he could only say: "Chief of Staff, my personal opinion is to let Station Commander Wang lead the team. This is not the time to compete for credit."

The chief of staff glared: "What are you talking about? What is striving for merit? In the past few years that Zhu Yiba has been a soldier, has he not accomplished any first-class, second-class, or third-class merit? Are you still striving for merit? Where's your brain? ?”

First class merit?

That's a ruthless man who would offer a cigarette to someone when they meet each other.

The staff officer was stunned and lowered his head in submission, but he was still whispering in his heart: Why is he just a platoon leader after being awarded first-class merit? You must have made mistakes in the old army.

He knew better than to ask this.