Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Reiko's words struck him like a blow to the head, instantly turning Yamada Iwakuro's face pale. He dared not meet Reiko's gaze any longer, quickly lowering his head and resuming his bowed posture, his voice tinged with fear: "This...this..."

“You don’t need this or that,” Lingzi interrupted him, her tone icy. “The North China Army is now increasing its morphine purchases. If the supply of opium raw materials can’t keep up, it will affect the morale of the front lines, and the consequences will be unimaginable.”

"At that time, our general will personally hold Matsuoka Yosuke accountable. Do you think you'll still be able to sit comfortably as the station chief?"

Mentioning "Yosuke Matsuoka" and "General," Iwakuro Yamada's face turned even uglier, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Yosuke Matsuoka was the president of the South Manchuria Railway Company and an important figure in Japanese politics, but even so, he was no match for the shogun supported by the Takasaki family.

He knew that Reiko was telling the truth. If it really affected the morale of the front lines, not only him, but even Matsuoka Yosuke might be severely punished.

He quickly raised his head, his face showing a look of fear, and hurriedly explained, "Miss Sakura, please calm down! Please let me explain!"

As you know, the situation in Manchuria has been unstable recently. The anti-Japanese guerrillas often operate along the railway lines, sabotaging railways and attacking transport trains, causing many transport missions to be unable to proceed normally.

The decrease in the shipment of opium raw materials is truly due to this reason!

We at the South Manchuria Railway Company have done our utmost to ensure transport safety, deploying a large number of security guards and requesting support from the local garrison, but the results are still less than ideal. This really wasn't intentional on our part!

As Yamada Iwakuro spoke, he kept bowing, his back bent so low it almost touched the ground.

He knew his excuse was weak, but it was the only reason he could think of. He could only hope that Lingzi would believe him.

Give the South Manchuria Railway some time.

Reiko sat upright on the sofa, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. The subtle sound, however, sounded as heavy as a hammer to Yamada Iwakuro.

She did not immediately respond to Yamada's explanation, but instead swept her calm, almost icy gaze over his body, which was trembling slightly with fear. This made Yamada Iwakuro feel uneasy, and he bent over even lower, almost touching his forehead to the ground.

"Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Forces?" After a moment, Lingzi slowly spoke, her tone devoid of any emotion, yet carrying an undeniable pressure: "Director Yamada, are you saying that the South Manchuria Railway Company can't even guarantee a single transport line?"

Or do you think that matters concerning the Military Police Headquarters can be dealt with with such a perfunctory excuse?

"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not!" Yamada Iwakuro trembled all over, and quickly bent his knees slightly, almost kneeling on the ground. His hands hung down at his sides, his fingertips gripping the seams of his trousers tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Miss Sakurako, please understand! I would never dare to deceive you!"

"The Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Forces have indeed been rampant lately. Just three days ago, one of our supply trains from Fengtian to Tianjin was attacked near Jinzhou. Although the escorting team repelled them, a significant amount of cargo was lost. The opium transport train was delayed precisely because of this!"

His voice trembled as he spoke, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the clean floor with a soft sound.

He dared not wipe it, fearing that Lingzi would see the action as disrespectful. He could only let the sweat soak his collar and stick to his back, bringing a cold and uncomfortable feeling. He didn't dare to move at all, still maintaining his half-kneeling posture, his eyes fixed on Lingzi's shoes, without even the courage to look up.

Reiko raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze sweeping over his disheveled appearance, and said calmly, "Is that so? In that case, how does the South Manchuria Railway Company plan to resolve this?"

"We can't keep the morphine factory at the military police headquarters shut down indefinitely, can we?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll coordinate right away! I'll resolve it right away!" Yamada Iwakuro replied hastily, leaning forward slightly, his tone full of eager flattery: "Miss Sakura, please rest assured, I will personally call the Fengtian Office and the South Manchuria Railway Transportation Department immediately, asking them to triple the number of guards. Even if we have to carry it by hand, we will ensure that the opium is transported to Tianjin on time and in full!"

"It will absolutely not delay the production of the Military Police Headquarters!"

"Oh? You called personally?" Reiko's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm. "Does Director Yamada have that much authority? I remember the Minister of Transport of the South Manchuria Railway Company is a much higher rank than you, the Director of the Tianjin Station, right?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the slight confidence that Yamada Iwakuro had just gained.

His face turned deathly pale again, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time: "This...this...Although I am not as high-ranking as the Minister of Transport, but...but to ensure that Miss Sakura can accomplish what you have entrusted to me, I will beg him, I will kneel down, and I will definitely make him agree to send more guards!"

To demonstrate his resolve, Yamada Iwakuro verbally positioned himself as a "subordinate." He even knelt down and kowtowed heavily, his forehead hitting the floor with a dull thud, leaving a red mark.

“Miss Sakura, I guarantee with my position and the lives of my entire family that I will restore opium transportation to normal within three days. If I fail to do so, I will voluntarily resign and submit my resignation to the South Manchuria Railway Headquarters, at your disposal!”

Reiko looked at his humble and dejected appearance, her face still expressionless, and simply said, "What I want is not your promise, but the result."

I'll wait for your news in three days.

If the opium raw materials haven't arrived in three days, you should know the consequences.

"Yes! Yes! I understand! I will definitely do it!" Yamada Iwakurou hurriedly kowtowed again, this time with a deeper thud and a louder voice: "Thank you for your magnanimity, Miss Sakura!"

Thank you, Miss Sakura, for giving me this opportunity! I will serve you with all my might and will never let you down!

Lingzi stopped talking, slowly stood up, and straightened her skirt.

Upon seeing this, Yamada Iwakuro quickly scrambled to his feet, still maintaining his bowed posture.

This time, however, he bent over even more deeply, almost at a ninety-degree angle, and quickly ran to Lingzi, carefully leading the way for her: "Miss Yingzi, please take care! I'll see you out!"

He moved with extreme lightness, like a cat, testing the ground with each step before shifting his weight to ensure it wouldn't make a sound.

His gaze remained fixed on Lingzi's heels, afraid that he might accidentally bump into her, or that the distance between them would be too great and seem disrespectful.