Chen Shu was cautious, and although he reluctantly agreed to Chen Chuan's proposal, he still changed the princess in the box to the young master. Even though the princess who left the room frequently looked around curiously, she still obliged and kept the young master who brought the wine into the room.
"Why don't you invite the young master out too?"
"You're not so quick to pay. You gave me a tip as soon as I put down the beer. This can't be wasted."
"Haha, I have to tip the princess early. Shu, is this really the reason?" Chen Chuan crossed his chest and looked at Chen Shu with squinting eyes.
It just so happens that this young master is fair and fair-looking, and he speaks quite delicately. According to the current fashion, he belongs to the type of puppy.
Chen Chuan, who was sitting on the sofa watching the show, saw that Chen Shu was at a loss for words and had no words to refute. He was so happy that he grinned from ear to ear: "Let me make it clear first that I am a straight man."
After saying that, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and glanced at Zhu Yiba, who was singing "My Old Squad Leader" with his head held high. Those steel-like shaped chest muscles might make certain types of people salivate.
"Book, you don't know how to..."
Chen Chuan stiffened his neck and twisted around inch by inch.
"Snapped."
Chen Shu slapped him on the head and scolded: "Don't make such jokes, it will make people laugh to death."
"You're so funny. Apart from 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 bottles of the newly brought 330ml Budweiser on the table, handed it to Chen Shu, touched it, and drank it all in one gulp.
A chill went into the throat and went straight to the abdomen, and then exploded in the stomach. The cold feeling went up, the hairs on the hair relaxed, and even the sweat on the face became much less.
"Hiccup~ Comfortable. Beer is the most refreshing!"
The two of them went back and forth a few times, and it was almost done. Chen Shu held the small bottle and arched his head towards Zhu Yiba who was in a high state, and said with a smile: "Chen Chuan, I can see that this batch of border guards are coming to you."
Tell me, why do you like this guy?"
Chen Chuan glanced at the other person and said with a sharp voice, "Hey, you are the one who likes this guy~"
"Don't interrupt. I know you have many options in the bureau. Tell me what this person is and what his background is."
"Shu, since when did you become such a gossip?"
"I'm just curious."
"More than ten have been transferred. Are you curious about this one?"
"Don't be nagging, hurry up."
Chen Chuan took a serious look at Zhu Yiba: "He, actually, I don't know who he is, where he comes from, and what his background is."
"Seriously, stop joking, it won't be fun if you leave it on..."
As he spoke, Chen Shu seemed to suddenly remember something and said seriously: "You mean you can't find any information about him?"
"Yes, his name is just a series of numbers, can you believe it?"
Chen Shu recalled that when he was eating in the restaurant, other border guards had a slightly cold attitude towards him. Soldiers in the army value comradeship most, and this obviously unfamiliar way of getting along must be wrong if they were transferred from the same batch.
Thinking of the restaurant, Chen Shu immediately thought of the "two heroes of Dongzhou" mentioned by Chen Chuan with his left and right hands on their shoulders. One of them was naturally Zhu Yiba.
"Chen Chuan, what did you mean by 'hero' when you were eating?"
Chen Chuan was probably a little irritated by the chat, so he opened a bottle of wine, took another big sip, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "But I guessed Zhu Yiba's identity."
"Really?" Chen Shushua stood up, feeling a little excited. He had heard of people whose names were replaced by a series of numbers, but had never seen them. Now that he learned the details of Chen Chuan's family, he was naturally curious.
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Chen Chuan stretched out a finger: "Undercover."
Chen Shu immediately retorted, with his finger poking Chen Chuan's forehead: "Pull him down, you have worked in the same system for almost ten years and you are still so naive. Do you think it is a TV series and a novel, and you are still undercover? Why don't you go undercover?
Fuck?”
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 has been basically eliminated from a legal perspective.
The public security system maintains public security interests, not national security interests. Public security interests maintain order, and laws and procedures must be respected. Therefore, illegal means cannot be used to obtain evidence, and illegal methods cannot be used to enforce the law.
On the other hand, even if a case is solved because of the undercover police, the police have made meritorious service, and the unit has achieved performance, it is still just a case.
What if it crashes? If the undercover policeman dies, the leaders will probably be jointly and severally liable. Even if they take off their police uniforms, they can safely land.
So later on, a "special fee" came out. Each person in administrative detention can be reimbursed at 1,000, and those in criminal detention can start at 3,000. If you are involved in gangs and guns, you can scroll up as hard as you can.
times, there is no cap on the upper limit.
To put it bluntly, it is better to spend so much energy and risk to arrange an undercover police officer than to just use money to get 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 groceries is enough, but giving too much is not enough, because I am afraid that I will be 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, all the border police stations along the coast of Dongzhou will be transferred to
Local public security bureaus, for example, these batches have joined our special police brigade; while the border police stations along the inland border have been transferred to the National Immigration Administration, and more specifically, the entry-exit border inspection stations."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Shu immediately woke up.
At the hotel welcome dinner, Zhu Yiba and the border police station along the coast of Dongzhou were obviously not familiar with each other. They were both police stations in the same place, and Zhu Yiba was not young, so he must be from the border police station.
Transferred here.
It sounds like Zhu Yiba's accent is not from Dongzhou, but from the inland Jiang Province. It is said that he could have found connections to cross the border and come to Donghai, so why not just go back to his hometown?
The name was replaced by a string of numbers, and it was most likely that he came here anonymously.
What is the purpose of living in an unfamiliar place?
Chen Chuan raised his eyebrows and nodded: "When you two were in the box, I mentioned 'two heroes', but Zhu Yiba didn't feel any discomfort at all. He was very used to it."
Most likely, he had made great achievements but didn’t want to be promoted, so he came to Dongzhou to retire.
Then why not transfer back to your hometown?
A name and a string of numbers?
Chen Shu quickly glanced at Zhu Yiba, who was still roaring in front of the TV.
The recently transferred former border guard's voice had become hoarse and unstable due to drinking too much.
His singing voice is not pleasant to the ear, and is even obviously off-key. For a moment, it will inevitably give people the illusion that he is roaring.
Zhu Yiba closed his eyes and sang with all his heart. Although the singing was not very pleasant, his expressions and movements were full of passion and real emotions. His hands were dancing, as if he was reliving the battlefield of that year, expressing
the emotions deep inside him.
"My old monitor, how are you doing now?"
"My old squad leader, will you still think of me?"
"I haven't received your letter for a long time, and I still miss you from time to time..."