Police in Love

The conference room was surrounded by several police officers today, and the atmosphere was solemn. The topic of discussion was the Black Bull Gang. Important information was projected on a large projector screen. Their trade routes with other gangs were deciphered and carefully sorted.

 

The Black Bulls are just at the bottom of the river. If you want to track down their big boss, it might take time because this operation is not just about drug trafficking, but also includes other illegal goods.

 

"Our source said that the people behind them are influential people," said Asin, the superintendent of Chiang Mai City Police Station, his voice serious.

 

"The Black Bull gang should be able to give us some information," said Nadol, staring at the image on the screen.

 

"Sir, or... is their leader a soldier or a policeman?"

 

Thiartha was trying to think along the lines of, if he really had connections with the police or military, his influence would be widespread, and it wouldn't be easy to catch him, especially if he were connected to someone of high rank or in a high position.

 

"What you said is worth considering, Inspector Thiar."

 

"Like Ranaphop, we know that he primarily trades with our neighbours. His backer is Tiannan, or the Myanmar drug dealer who has already been arrested.

 

"In detail, I will have to trouble you to interrogate them.

 

“Bring us as much information as possible, because this time we will not compromise,” the director said in a loud, clear voice, his eyes immediately becoming fierce. Once sugarcane was in the elephant’s mouth, how could it be easily let go?

 

After the meeting ended, everyone was silent, as if they were at a loss for words. Their next goal was to interrogate the Black Bull gang members who had been arrested the night before. If they were willing to open their mouths, they would gain quite a bit of useful information.

 

Four interrogation rooms were prepared. This type of separate interrogation was the best way to extract information, especially from a group with extensive connections.

 

In a teasing tone, "Inspector Thiar, who should I interrogate?" Kanin asked.

 

"I want the one who shot the dragon."

 

“We have the same feelings. I want that person too.”

 

“It’s me, it’s someone else’s fault.”

 

“Huh, I’ll have him punch that guy who hurt my dear little brother.”

 

"Yes," Thiartha replied dismissively. The police would not use force against the people, and they had to find a peaceful solution.

 

When the agreement was reached, the officers dispersed to do their duties. The young inspector walked straight to the second interrogation room. The thick iron door opened to reveal a well-built man in a prison uniform sitting with his head bowed. Just seeing his face made him feel angry.

 

You're the one who made the dragon.

 

“What’s your name?” Thiar’s sharp eyes stared at him, and he asked in a calm tone.

 

“Huh? Is that necessary?”

 

"Just your name alone, no one would want to remember it."

 

Those words caused the smirk on the villain's face to change slightly, but it soon returned to its usual sneer.

 

"So, you guys are smuggling illegal goods from Laos?"

 

"Ptui, you're so smart, just like a police officer." Just like this criminal.

 

He was about to provoke him, but with his maturity and experience, Thiartha kept his feelings in check.

 

“Who ordered you?”

 

“If I said he was someone very close to you, would you believe me?

 

“Of course, if your words hold enough weight.”

 

Thiartha's sharp eyes watched the reactions of the Black Bull gang members' every move without blinking. The psychology he had learned was put to full use. He knew that the other party was trying to provoke and manipulate them, but the young police lieutenant was as calm as ice.

 

Even though he tries to hide it and speaks all the while, he is unaware that some truth is leaking out. Thiartha watched its every move until he got the point. But then the next sentence only made the anger attack even more violently.

 

“Where did that weak-looking guy go? I should have shot him dead. No way, I missed it.”

 

“What did you say?”

 

"It looks like he loves you, officer. Risking his life to save you, like in a love movie. I'm going to vomit."

 

"I should have shot him dead."

 

"You deserve to die."

 

A sudden emotion took over, and the sapphire eyes shone.

 

Thiartha’s thick hands clenched together so tightly that the veins bulged. He gritted his teeth in exasperation, still using all his strength to pull himself back against the chair. But it seemed like the last straw had broken because the person in front of him had added fuel to the fire.

 

“If I make it out alive, I’ll kill him first.”

 

Smack!

 

A heavy punch slammed into its jaw, causing it to grimace. He could no longer control his emotions. A scoundrel like him had no way of escaping this prison. This hand, but if it were to do so... he would be the one to kill with both hands.

“Hee, the police are hurting people.”

 

"But bad people like you deserve it."

 

Thiartha tried his best to restrain himself from punching him again, but before he could turn and leave the room, there was a knock on the door, and Nadol rushed in hurriedly.

 

“Sergeant, please come outside. I have an urgent order.”

 

“What orders?” Thiartha asked, his voice laced with irritation.

 

“Come out first.”

 

The calm, composed Captain's expression was unusually anxious, prompting Thiartha to walk out slowly as requested. But that guy still didn't fail to laugh loudly after him like a madman.

 

When he got outside, Nadol hurriedly handed his boss the letter, stamped with the word "Urgent" in the far-left corner. His eyebrows, which had been furrowed tightly like before, now furrowed even more as he read the contents.

 

"Sergeant, "There is an order to transfer the Black Bull gang to Lampang Police Station immediately.

 

"Who brought it?"

 

“Oh, that is...”

 

Thiar was extremely irritated. Why was this happening? The urgent transfer order was too suspicious and strange. But before Nadol could answer, a familiar deep voice interrupted.

 

“What’s up, Thiartha? Are you doing well?”

 

The young police officer turned quickly, his face frowning even tighter when he saw who was speaking.

 

“You, Saming.”

 

“You still remember me, don’t you? I thought you’d forgotten me.”

Saming, or Police Lieutenant Saming Chanjong, the inspector at the Lampang City Police Station, and a classmate of Thiartha's from his time at the Royal Police Cadet Academy, were smiling at each other, holding a large bouquet in his hand. He could understand something. The person who had come to deliver the notice himself...

 

"You're the one who's going to move the Black Bull gang to Lampang."

 

“You’re so smart. You really are.”

 

Laughter erupted from the visitors. The lion spoke, completely unfazed by the sudden transfer order.

 

“You just send them to me to deal with, that’s all.”

 

"Then why should I send it to you?"

 

"Because it's an order."

 

"When you're ready, tell me. I'm a neighbour."

 

After the words ended, the inspector of the Lampang City Police Station immediately walked inside. Thiar stood looking at Nadol's face, and Kanin, who had just heard the news, joined the conversation. The atmosphere became tense, and there was no further conversation.

 

“Damn it.”

 

"I think it's weird, Thiar."

 

“Yes, it’s very strange. Usually, Lampang used to come and interfere with us. Working in each province's own area often involves just asking for cooperation between police stations.

 

In the vicinity, if a major case like this occurs, the assignment of missions is usually a direct order from the Royal Thai Police. If any sector is assigned duties, it is considered an important mission that must be completed successfully without excuses.

 

But this...

 

"I think someone in authority must be involved."

 

"It's full, Nong Nadol."

 

“Is it time to play Captain Kanin?”

 

Thiartha did not answer any questions, intending to talk to Saming to understand the matter. However, when he stopped in front of his office, his senses were working well together. The image that appeared before his eyes was Saming giving a bouquet to Mangkorn, standing, whispering. 

 

“Senior!”

 

“Hey, little brat. We haven’t seen each other in a while. You moved here and got in trouble.”

 

The sweet-colored flower fell into the possession of the police sergeant, and at this moment, his thick hand was raised to stroke the dragon's soft hair, and the younger one called him senior. The person standing there didn't know how to feel; a lump rose in the middle of his chest.

 

Is he frustrated over the case, or is his wife's fortune-telling making him close to Saming?

 

What the fuck?

 

“Did you like the flowers I sent to the hospital back then?

 

“yes"

 

“Huh? Is this your seniors?”

 

“That’s right. I saw you liked pink flowers. I remember.”

 

The word "Oh" immediately came to mind. The flower that had been an eyesore in the hospital at that time was actually Saming's. But in any case, it had been abandoned, left to wilt, and not brought back.

 

"Saming, I think I have something to discuss with you."

 

The person who had been staring at him finally opened his mouth to speak. Inspector Lampang turned back, smiled, and raised his eyebrows slightly before answering in a relaxed tone.

 

"I think it's over, Thiar. Now I want to talk to Nong Mangkorn first."

 

"You moved here without telling me."

 

"Then why should I tell you?" What right does he have to know about this matter?

 

"I'll come visit you often."

 

A confrontation erupted. Saming's face flashed with a playful yet dishonest and unyielding glint. Thiarthan's handsome face was calm, yet clearly displeased.

 

The human dragon, the middle dragon, felt an indescribable sense of discomfort. His round eyes looked at Saming and Thiartha, and he gathered his courage and said to break the gloomy atmosphere.

 

"Um, Inspector..."

 

“Dragon, are you free this afternoon? Do you want to go out with me?”

 

It's interrupting. Saming is interrupting.

 

"I'm afraid I can't. The dragon just got over an illness."

 

“I can take care of sick people, especially the special people in my heart...”

 

Those words had a profound effect on Police Lieutenant Thiartha. His sharp gaze swept over his seemingly unconcerned classmate. He knew that he and Mangkorn had been close in the past, but now it was the present.

 

What will you take?

 

“What do you mean by saying that, Saming?”

 

“That’s what I mean. I’ll take care of the dragon myself. Because sometimes… the people who are close to him don’t take good care of him.”

 

“My subordinates, I can take care of them myself.”

"Is he really your subordinate, Thiar?"

 

The deep voices of the two police lieutenants clashed, neither willing to give in. Other police officers started to come out to watch. If an outsider looked at them, they would think they were fighting over a girl, but it was actually a round-faced police sergeant named Mangkorn.

 

"Um, Inspector, please stop. It's getting loud," a clear voice said to warn him.

 

“You tell him, Dragon, how well I treat you.”

 

“You tell him.”