Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"It's about the opium transport trains from Fengtian to Tianjin," Yamada Iwakuro said hastily, his tone pleading. "Miss Sakurako from the Military Police Headquarters personally inquired about this matter and demanded that we restore normal transport volume within three days."

The previous insufficient train capacity had already upset Ms. Sakura, and if there are any more problems this time, we can't afford to take the blame!

Therefore, I implore you to prioritize the transport of opium from Tianjin, ensuring that the trains depart on time and that the required volume is met!

Mentioning Miss Sakurako, Director Inoue's tone turned serious: "Miss Sakurako? The one from the Military Police Headquarters?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's her!" Yamada Iwakuro nodded hurriedly. "You know the power of the Takasaki family, we can't afford to offend them! Please help us out and make an exception, give us priority in our transport mission!"

Director Inoue was silent for a moment before saying, "Okay, I understand. I will contact the transportation dispatch department to give priority to the opium trains bound for Tianjin, ensuring that the transport volume meets the target and that they depart on time."

"Thank you so much, Director Inoue!" Yamada Iwakuro was overjoyed and quickly expressed his gratitude: "I will remember your kindness! I will definitely treat you well when you come to Tianjin in the future!"

After hanging up the phone at the Fengtian office, he didn't pause at all and dialed the phone number of the local warehouse in Tianjin that was responsible for receiving opium.

The warehouse is the last link in the transportation process. If there are problems in the unloading process, it will also cause delays. He must ensure that every link is foolproof.

"Hello? Is this Warehouse Manager Watanabe? This is Yamada Iwakuro!" Watanabe was his subordinate, and his tone immediately became stern, carrying an unquestionable command: "I'm telling you, the opium train from Fengtian to Tianjin will arrive soon."

Once the train arrives, you must immediately organize sufficient manpower to unload the goods. You must personally oversee the entire process; there can be no mistakes! The quantity of each chest of opium must be carefully checked and recorded. If there is even the slightest problem, I will hold you responsible!

Warehouse Manager Watanabe on the other end of the phone quickly replied, "Yes, sir! Director Yamada, don't worry, I will personally oversee things, and there will absolutely be no problems!"

"That's for the best!" Yamada Iwakuro sneered. "Remember, this is a matter personally overseen by the Military Police Headquarters. If it's messed up, neither of us will escape unscathed!"

"Understood! I will do my utmost!"

After arranging all of this, Yamada Iwakuro finally felt a little more at ease.

Leaning back in the chair, I closed my eyes and rubbed my throbbing temples.

After making this series of phone calls, he felt his throat was dry and he was under a lot of tension.

I picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of the tea, which had long since gone cold. The icy tea slid down my throat, relieving the dryness a little.

However, things did not go as smoothly as he had imagined.

The next afternoon, a bolt from the blue struck.

Around 3 p.m., the phone on my desk suddenly rang urgently, the shrill ring breaking the silence of the office.

Yamada Iwakuro's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up inside him.

He quickly grabbed the phone and asked urgently, "Hello? This is Yamada Iwakuro! What's up?"

The transport team leader's panicked voice came through the phone, filled with obvious fear: "Chief! Something terrible has happened! The opium train from Fengtian to Tianjin has been attacked by guerrillas en route, delaying its journey!"

"What?!" Yamada Iwakuro was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning, his mind going blank for a moment.

He couldn't believe his ears, his voice becoming shrill: "What did you say? We've been attacked by guerrillas? How is that possible! Didn't I already double the number of guards? How could we still be attacked?!"

He couldn't help but slam his fist on the desk. With a loud "bang," the writing implements on the desk were shaken and tilted, and ink from the inkstone splashed out, staining the documents on the desk.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his body went cold, and his hands and feet began to tremble.

There really were guerrillas! How could there really be guerrillas attacking a train!

And to make matters worse, they attacked the train at this critical juncture! Miss Sakura only has one day left before her deadline, and if the train doesn't arrive on time, the consequences will be unimaginable!

The transport team leader on the other end of the phone was so frightened that his voice trembled. He hurriedly explained, "Chief, it's our incompetence! Those guerrillas are too cunning. They didn't attack the train head-on, but instead planted explosives on the tracks!"

Our advance reconnaissance team failed to detect that the explosives suddenly detonated when the train reached that section of track! Although the explosives were not very powerful and did not injure the train or personnel, a section of the track was destroyed, forcing the train to stop.

"We've already sent people to clear the tracks and contacted a nearby railway maintenance team for emergency repairs!" the transport team leader quickly added. "In at most two hours, the tracks will be repaired, and the train will be able to continue its journey!"

"It'll be dark in two hours! Get it repaired right now!! You go and keep an eye on it yourself!" Yamada Iwakuro roared.

Yamada Iwakuro hung up the phone and slumped weakly into a chair, feeling a sudden dizziness and his vision going black.

He could clearly feel his heartbeat accelerating, and it felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

He knew that if the train didn't start moving after dark, it was very likely to be attacked by guerrillas again.

Those guerrillas prefer to operate at night, as darkness provides them with the best cover. However, visibility is poor in the dark, which greatly reduces the fighting capacity of the escort team, and it becomes a question whether they can even protect the train.

He paced anxiously around the office, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping onto the floor, forming small puddle marks. His steps were erratic, each one feeling like walking on a knife's edge, filled with agony.

How could we really be attacked! Could it be that those guerrillas had been eyeing this opium train all along?

Or is it just a coincidence?

His mind was in turmoil, with all sorts of thoughts surfacing. He even began to suspect that someone was secretly targeting him, deliberately trying to make him mess up this matter.

But now is not the time to think about these things. The most urgent task is to find a way to get the train to Tianjin as soon as possible and complete the transportation task on time.

He abruptly stopped, his eyes hardening.

He thought of the local Japanese garrison; only by asking them for help could he ensure the train's safe arrival in Tianjin.

He picked up the phone again, his fingers trembling with nervousness. He finally managed to find the phone number of the local Japanese garrison and dialed it.