Chapter 567 Zhu Yiba (Part 1)

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, but 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 happened that this young master was fair and fair, and he also spoke quite delicately. According to the current fashionable saying, it belongs to the type of little milk dog.

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, and he was even more happy 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"

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

"Crack."

Chen Shu slapped him on the head and scolded: "Don't make such a joke, it's easy to 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 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 icy feeling rushed upwards, the hairs relaxed, and even the sweat on the face became much less.

"Hiccup~ It feels good. 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." You like this guy, tell me, why?”

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 all the time."

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 eating at the restaurant, other border guards treated him with a slightly cold attitude. Soldiers in the army value camaraderie the most. This obviously unfamiliar way of getting along with each other must be wrong if they are said to have been transferred from the same batch.

Thinking of the restaurant, Chen Shu immediately thought of the "two heroes of Dongzhou" that Chen Chuan put his arms around the two people's 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. .

Chen Chuan stretched out a finger: "Undercover."

Chen Shu immediately retorted, his finger almost 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 safeguards public security interests, not national security interests. Public security interests maintain order and require laws and procedures. 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 will be able to land safely.

So later on, a "special fee" came out. Administrative detention can be reimbursed at one thousand, which is enough to provide a base of three thousand for criminal detention. If you are involved in gangs or guns, you can double the amount as hard as you can without any cap.

To put it bluntly, it would be better to spend so much energy and risk on setting up an undercover police officer than to just use money to get rid of an informant. They are all people at the bottom of the class, and they don’t have so much loyalty. For example, those who smoke and sell drugs. Even 300 yuan is enough to buy groceries. If you give more, you won’t be able to do it because you are afraid of dying from the drug.

"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 the words fell, Chen Shu came to his senses.

At the welcome dinner at the hotel, Zhu Yiba was not familiar with the border police station along the coast of Dongzhou. They were all police stations in the same place, and Zhu Yiba was not young, so he must have been transferred from the border.

Zhu Yiba's accent was not that of a local in Dongzhou, but seemed to be from the inland Jiang Province. It is said that he could find a relationship to cross the province from the border to Donghai, so why not go back to his hometown directly?

His name was replaced by a string of numbers, and it was likely that he came here incognito.

Why was he unfamiliar with the place?

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

It is likely that he made great contributions and didn't want to be promoted, so he came to Dongzhou to retire.

Then why not transfer back to his hometown?

His name is also a string of numbers?

Chen Shu quickly glanced at Zhu Yiba, who was still standing in front of the TV and roaring.

This newly transferred former border guard had a hoarse and unstable voice due to drinking too much.

His singing was not pleasant, and even a little out of tune, which inevitably gave people the illusion that he was roaring.

Zhu Yiba closed his eyes and sang with all his heart. Although his singing was not very good, his expression and movements were full of passion and real emotions. His hands danced as if he was reliving the battlefield of the year, expressing his deep feelings.

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

"My old squad leader, do you still think of me?"

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