Police Chen Shu

In the afternoon, beside the mountain forest trail.

A group of armed police ambushed along the hill on one side of the trail. Wearing camouflage uniforms, they blend into their surroundings under the cover of lush foliage, almost blending in with the trees.

"Platoon leader, is this here?" The squad leader put down the telescope and approached Zhu Yiba, who was also lying next to him. "Do you think they are planning to retract outside the country as soon as they unload the goods? Hey? , so we can’t do anything against them.”

Zhu Yiba said "hmm" without answering. He squinted his eyes and stared at the path below. He suddenly remembered the interesting story about the class leader looking at his hometown from afar, and reminded him: "Be careful, don't look too far away."

The monitor curled his lips and shrugged, then moved back to his seat.

After a few slaps, Zhu Yiba used his right hand to slap his face and his left hand holding the telescope, trying to drive away the flying insects.

After a while, with a burst of rustling, Huang Mao crawled over.

"Seat row, this is insect repellent, do you want to spray it?" Huang Mao asked nervously, holding a yellow-brown bottle in front of Zhu Yiba with a shy face.

Huang Mao comes from a remote mountain valley in Yun Province, and is considered the only local soldier in the station.

Zhu Yiba looked away, turned around and criticized: "Huang Mao, we are comrades in arms, comrades in arms, do you understand? There is no need for us to do this. It is during the execution of the mission. Your attention must be below. You just need to be yourself." Doing things within your duties is the greatest help to me. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Huang Mao replied in a low voice, but quietly left the anti-insect bottle behind and crawled back.

Zhu Yiba took a long breath, stretched out his hand to hammer his numb shoulder, and then raised the telescope.

Squeak! Squeak!

At this moment, there was suddenly a loud noise nearby, as if someone was rushing towards the place where they were ambushing.

Zhu Yiba felt horrified, thinking that he had been broken through by the enemy, but when he thought about it carefully, it was wrong. Even if someone came over, the soldiers lying on the outside should have some reaction, and they could not remain quiet.

Probably one of my own, Zhu Yiba, thought so.

"Huh, platoon leader." A huge fleshy face came into view. It turned out to be the most agile fat man in the class.

Little Fatty crawled over like the two before him, but the movement was like a tank running over him. When he got to the ground, he knew how to say hello first, and then started gasping for air, making him look like he was dying.

Even Zhu Yiba, who originally wanted to criticize a few words, couldn't help laughing.

"Huh" let out a long breath, and Xiaopang finally regained his composure, "Platoon leader, I heard from the squad leader that you often went on duty outside the mountains in the special service platoon?"

Zhu Yiba nodded and took a few glances down the mountain.

Xiaopang continued in a familiar manner: "No wonder you are so powerful."

"Now is not the time for flattery. If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. If nothing happens, just crawl back to your post."

"Something's going on. Platoon leader, I just want to ask you something. I've seen you carrying guns from a distance a few times, but the camouflage uniforms you were wearing had no markings, and you were running out in a hurry, just like in the movies. Are you going to perform a secret mission outside the mountains?"

Mountain here means the border; outside the mountain means outside the border.

"You have this free time to chat, why don't you go back and lie down? Get out of here and go to the corner for early warning and investigation!"

Zhu Yiba kicked the big fat man next to him and rolled him back. He was thinking about why he didn't follow the squad leader to clean up this guy. He had so many things to do when the task came, and he didn't have any sharpness at all.

But Xiaopang was right about one thing. Their special service platoon went out to perform missions outside the mountains quite a few times, and it was much more than the direct counter-attacks under Lao Liu.

Then Zhu Yiba remembered a sniper in their squadron, who carried a long sniper rifle alone every day, wore ghillie suits in different environments to eat and train.

It stands to reason that a sniper should have an observer to cooperate with him, but this ghillie suit has been working alone in the camp for several years. He has basically never met or spoken to other people, or even sent out missions. Most of them are alone. The person who gets on the helicopter and takes off is a lone wolf in the true sense.

It's more exaggerated than movies and TV shows.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yiba couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

Boom boom boom.

The sound of a car's roaring motor could be faintly heard from a distance.

Zhu Yiba looked up and smiled. Unexpectedly, the other party came to trade in a car. This thing was quite conspicuous on the road, and the car couldn't go very fast on this bumpy mountain road.

Under a sudden attack, a warrior who can run quickly in the jungle can definitely leave the enemy behind. The only thing that needs to be paid attention to is the difference between leaving alive or not.

About ten minutes later, a black pickup truck with a bucket drove over from the direction of Shanwai. The license plate was a line of ghost symbols. No one could understand it. It should be the car license plate of Shanwai.

The car finally stopped a hundred meters away from Zhu Yiba's ambush point.

Zhu Yiba turned his head and looked in the direction of the mountain. It was quiet and there was no sign of receiving the goods. He looked around a few times and pulled over the squad leader who also noticed the situation and came over.

Pointing to a large crooked tree in front of him, he ordered: "Let's go there and ambush."

The squad leader said yes, turned around and lay back.

After they moved, Zhu Yiba's ears suddenly moved and he turned his head to look to the other side.

I saw the sound of approaching cars coming from the other side of the mountain, probably coming to collect goods.

coming

Zhu Yiba couldn't help but touch the 92 pistol on the side of his thigh.

The car that followed slowly approached, and then parked face to face in front of the black pickup truck outside the mountain, leaving about twenty meters of space in the middle.

Bang bang a few times.

The driver's doors of the two cars opened and two men carrying travel bags stepped out.

It's different from the scenes shown on TV and movies where the bosses on both sides are full of aura, each with dozens of subordinates to hold down the battle, and then send professionals to stand in the middle to inspect the goods and count the money.

In this transaction, except for the two drivers, there was no third person present at the scene, not one.

The two men walked to the middle area between the two cars, put their travel bags at their feet, clasped their hands together and slightly bent down, bowing their heads as a greeting.

Immediately they came together, each opened the travel bag they carried, and skillfully tilted the mouth of the bag towards each other so that both parties could see clearly what was in the bag.

Then, the man who came from Yamauchi reached into the deepest part of the other person's travel bag and took out a small bag wrapped in brown paper that looked like a brick. Tear open a corner and pull out a white powdery thing wrapped in a transparent plastic bag.

Opening the plastic bag, the person on the other side of the mountain put his fingers and middle fingers together into the bag and dipped some powder into it. Then he applied it to his long tongue with his backhand, closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, and then nodded to the other person with satisfaction. head.

The person on the other side of the mountain adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and smiled as he should. Then he reached for the travel bag at the other person's feet, opened the zipper, and filled the travel bag with a lot of U.S. dollars, stacks upon stacks. The banknotes were simply rolled up with a rubber band and stuffed inside.

He picked out a small piece at random, took off the rubber band on it, checked a few pictures and threw them back, zipped them back up, and held the exchanged travel bags in his hands.

After the matter was settled, the two shook hands and just stood there and started chatting. (End of chapter)