A Chinese person was beaten by corrupt Cambodian police in Phnom Penh!

Here is Feng Daihong's account of what happened this morning:

Tonight, my colleague Uncle San asked me to drive from Bingfa City to deliver car parts to a repair shop near Jin Street. After delivering the parts, I drove back to the place where Shan Nan Ge lives. While driving on Mao Zedong Avenue, about 300 meters past the Chinese Embassy, I encountered about 20 police officers conducting a drunk driving checkpoint.

I was following a car and got pulled over to the side of the road. Seeing that it was a drunk driving checkpoint, I confidently cooperated with the inspection since I had not consumed any alcohol. I had dinner at the Bang Qingyang Farm at 5:30 PM and came straight back to Phnom Penh. No one drank during the meal, and I have always avoided alcohol due to an allergy. When I was pulled over, I followed the instructions and blew into the breathalyzer. The device did not sound an alarm, so the officer asked me to blow slowly, then again more forcefully, but still, there was no reaction after more than 20 attempts.

Finally, they called over a female translator and asked me to show my driver's license. I had heard that a photo of the license was sufficient, so I had saved a picture of it on my phone. The female police officer, however, told me that a photo was not acceptable and that Chinese nationals must carry the original driving license, otherwise, I would be fined 300 US dollars.

I asked the female police officer translator if there was an official regulation requiring Chinese nationals to carry the original document, and if she could show it to me, but she refused. Then I stood aside without speaking and consulted with fellow countrymen in a group chat. A fellow countryman sent a video showing police accepting a photo of a license, but the translator said it was not acceptable and demanded my car keys to drive my car away. I agreed to drive, suggesting they lead the way to the parking lot, but she disagreed.

I stated that I had not violated any laws and that their actions were inappropriate. Then I stood far away and started recording a video of the situation with my car to send to the group. The video didn't show much, but when the female police officer saw me recording, she signaled the other officers to seize my phone and delete the video.

Suddenly, more than ten officers surrounded me and tried to snatch my phone. I desperately protected it, and they threw me to the ground from behind. I kept the phone under my back, and after struggling for a while without success, they pulled me up and kicked me from behind, causing me to kneel on the ground with both knees injured. I still protected my phone, pressing my head and face against the concrete road.

They dragged me a few meters to handcuff my left hand behind my back, then twisted my right hand behind and handcuffed it as well. They tightened the handcuffs severely on my wrists. While I couldn't use my hands, they snatched my phone and also took the car keys from my pocket. The female police officer took my phone and used my finger to unlock it from behind. When I didn't cooperate and the fingerprint unlock failed, she asked me to enter the password. After I entered the wrong password several times, the phone locked, and she had no choice but to put me in the car and have the police drive me to the police station.

At the station, I sat on a chair at the entrance. The female police officer came over again and asked me to unlock my phone with my fingerprint, then deleted a video from my phone before returning it to me. Another officer, not in uniform, deliberately tightened my handcuffs, causing pain in my wrist bones.

About twenty minutes later, I needed to use the restroom. A short, thin officer took me to the bathroom. I couldn't undo my belt (it had been unbuckled by the police during the kicking), so I asked the small officer to help me unlock the handcuffs. He kindly did so, loosened the lock, and then re-cuffed me from the front before they both waited outside the restroom.

I locked the door and managed to send a distress message to my fellow countrymen in the group chat. About twenty minutes later, a police officer unlocked my handcuffs, and about ten minutes after that, our fellow countrymen came to the station to see me.