Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

The end of June in the 26th year of the Republic of China.

Lin Ze opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

"Mr. Lin, are you awake? Please wash up first. I'll make breakfast."

A woman who looked very much like Matsumoto Nanako was kneeling beside the bed, holding a small tray.

On the left side of the tray is a toothbrush that has been dipped in tooth powder.

Next to it was a cup of warm water, a small basin, and a white towel emitting hot water.

Lin Ze is about twenty years old, with big, bright eyes and a high nose bridge.

Playfully said: "Mrs. Miyamoto, you don't want Mr. Miyamoto to know about us, do you?"

[Ding! The Bully System is at your service. It has detected that the host is threatening others. Reward: Master Japanese! ]

Lin Ze was speechless about this nonsensical system.

What you just said was an act of bullying!

It has been more than a year since I came to this world, and the system has never been reliable, and there is no regularity to speak of.

Whenever it detects what it considers "bully behavior," it triggers a reward at random.

Sometimes it's money, sometimes it's items, and sometimes it's skill books.

Mieko came to Peking with a Japanese businessman three years ago.

More than a year ago, Lin Ze, who followed his teacher to work at the Beiping Station of the North China District of the Lixingshe Secret Service, happened to become her neighbor.

Her husband Miyamoto often traveled to Tianjin to purchase goods, so Mieko often invited Lin Ze to have a meal.

Lin Ze sat up and said, "I won't eat here anymore."

Having said that, Lin Ze got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face with the help of Mieko, then put on his uniform and went out.

In addition to being a small spy stationed at the Beiping Station of the Inspection Section of the Lixingshe Secret Service Department, Lin Ze's official identity is a patrolman.

But he is not a miserable street patrolman. He is tall and strong, smart and intelligent. What is more rare is that he is not as soft-hearted as other educated young people.

He took the black money that should be taken and did not investigate things that should not be investigated, so he was very much liked by his superiors.

With the help of teacher Jianzhi, Lin Ze was soon promoted to patrol captain of the Dongbianmen Station Patrol Station of the Third District Police Station of the Beijing Police Department.

From the station to the south, Niujiaowan to the north, and then to Beixiaoshikou to the east, these six or seven alleys and two markets are all Lin Ze's territory.

He has a dozen patrolmen and twenty part-time messengers under his command, which can be said to be a strong force.

When Patrol Captain Lin stepped onto the street, he was naturally greeted by many people.

"Boss Lin, you're on the early shift, these steamed buns are fresh out of the oven, give me two!"

"What buns do you want to eat? Boss, look at me, this is a little belly that's just out of the pot. I'm saving the belly filling for you. I'll also give you two sesame cakes and two taels of lotus root. Hey! I guarantee you'll feel good all day long!"

The man next to him was not happy, "Fatty Wang, what are you talking about? Mr. Lin is very busy with work, how can he have time to sit at your stall and drink so early in the morning?"

Lin Ze frowned and said, "Just do your business properly. I'm going to change my taste today."

As he said that, he walked towards the wonton stall in front.

When the wonton stall owner saw it, he was overjoyed. He took down the rag hanging on his shoulder and wiped the chair again and again, almost leaving a residual image.

"Master Lin, please sit down. Here are some meat wontons that I made this morning!"

As he spoke, he quickly took out the wontons from the pot, put the dried shrimp skins, Shanxi aged vinegar, and coriander leaves in a bowl, poured wonton soup on it, added a little sesame oil, and served it up quickly.

After eating, Lin Ze wiped his mouth, got up and left.

The wonton stand owner didn't mean to ask for money, he just kept saying, "Take care, take care!"

[Ding! The host was detected to have eaten a free meal. The reward of ten dollars has been stored in the system warehouse.]

After taking only two steps, Lin Ze turned back and threw a dollar to the wonton stall owner.

"I said, let's buy a few fine porcelain bowls later, and when I come to eat, I can use the fine porcelain bowls. Can you let me use your coarse pottery bowl?"

The wonton stand owner hurriedly took the money and said, "Thank you, Boss!"

Looking at Lin Ze's receding back, the wonton stall owner couldn't help but sigh.

"Boss Lin is a good man. Since he came here, as long as the stall fee is paid on time, no one will come to ask for money. If there are hooligans who come to cause trouble, he will always come forward to support us common people. He is such a good man!"

After walking and looking around along the way, I had inspected the jurisdiction and arrived at the small building facing the street where the patrol station was located. The patrolmen in the station stood at attention and saluted.

Lin Ze nodded and went up to the office on the second floor. A capable subordinate, Wang Xiaoshou, quickly brewed a pot of Biluochun tea and brought it up.

Wang Xiaoshou was originally a street pickpocket who was caught and beaten half to death by Lin Ze. However, considering his "skill", he kept him as a messenger, specializing in catching those three-handed people on the street.

For a time, public security near Dongbianmen Station improved significantly, and incidents of lost wallets decreased significantly.

For this reason, the director of the three outer districts often praised Lin Ze for his ability and ability to get things done.

"Little Hand, what's up today?"

Wang Xiaoshou poured tea for Lin Ze while reporting with his back bent.

"Captain, it's nothing serious. In the middle of the night, a house had a fire, which was quickly put out. This morning, two groups of people who were practicing wrestling started fighting, and the brothers rushed to disperse them. At noon, Mr. Duan from Xinhuisheng Silk Shop would like to invite you to dinner at Huixianju, and in the evening..."

Lin Ze interrupted him, "I ate a lot this morning, so I don't want to have a big meal at noon. Let's have something light and cancel all the dinner parties."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Recently, people on the street are in a panic. They say we are going to fight the Japanese. Some people who make a living from side jobs are getting uneasy. I want you brothers to pay more attention. If there is any disturbance on the street, report it to me in time if you can't solve it. Let's not add to the worries of the higher-ups!"

Wang Xiaoshou stood at attention and saluted, "Yes!"

Then he bent down again and brought the teacup over. "Have some tea. This is water from Yuquan Mountain. Old Li, who runs the waterwheel shop, brought it here early this morning!"