Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Hello? Is this Colonel Suzuki from the garrison? Hello! This is Yamada Iwakuro from the South Manchuria Railway Tianjin Office! Please help me, it's an emergency!"

Colonel Suzuki's puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone: "South Manchuria Railway? Director Yamada? What's the matter?"

Colonel Suzuki had never had a good impression of the people from the South Manchuria Railway Company. He felt that they were all arrogant and condescending because of the company's power. So when he suddenly heard Yamada Iwakuro speaking in such a pleading tone, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

People from the South Manchuria Railway!

When I dealt with them before, they all looked down on me, speaking and acting with arrogance. What's wrong with them today? They sound like they're begging me.

Had he misheard? Colonel Suzuki frowned and asked again, "Are you Yamada Iwakuro? What is it you want to say?"

"Colonel Suzuki, it's like this, our opium train from Fengtian to Tianjin was attacked by guerrillas en route, which delayed our journey. Now we may not be able to reach Tianjin before dark." Yamada Iwakuro's voice was choked with sobs: "This opium is specially supplied to the morphine factory of the Military Police Headquarters. If something goes wrong, I can't bear the responsibility!"

Could you please send a team to intercept our transport train along the route and ensure its safe arrival in Tianjin?

"A morphine factory?" Colonel Suzuki paused noticeably, clearly not expecting this shipment to be related to the Military Police Headquarters: "Are you serious? This opium is being supplied to the Military Police Headquarters' morphine factory?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Absolutely! It's the morphine factory of the Military Police Headquarters!" Yamada Iwakuro hurriedly replied, as if grasping at the last straw: "Colonel Suzuki, please, please help me this once!"

"If you're willing to help, I'll definitely repay you properly in the future! As for the resources the South Manchuria Railway Company has in Tianjin, if you need them, just let me know anytime!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone; Colonel Suzuki was clearly weighing the pros and cons.

They couldn't afford to disrespect the Military Police Headquarters, and the North China Area Army was making large-scale purchases of morphine from the Military Police Morphine Factory, which had also been allocated to their own troops. If something went wrong, they would not only be questioned by their superiors, but the guerrillas who attacked the transport train were also their enemies. Sending troops to meet the train would also be a good opportunity to dampen the guerrillas' arrogance.

After a long while, Colonel Suzuki slowly said, "Alright, I can send a squadron to meet your train."

Tell me the train's planned route, current location, and estimated completion time for track repairs, and I'll have them wait along the route in advance to ensure the train's safety.

"Thank you so much, Colonel Suzuki! You're such a kind person!" Yamada Iwakuro was overjoyed and wept, bowing repeatedly into the phone, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'll send you the route, location, and estimated time right away!"

Thank you so much! I will never forget your immense kindness!

After hanging up the phone, Yamada Iwakuro wiped away his tears and let out a long sigh of relief.

With the support of the Japanese garrison, the train should be able to reach Tianjin smoothly.

He dared not delay for a moment and immediately had someone compile the train's detailed route, current location, and estimated completion time for track repairs, and sent it to Colonel Suzuki as quickly as possible.

For the next period of time, Yamada Iwakuro stayed by the office phone almost every step of the way, not even daring to leave for meals or water.

His nerves were on edge again, every second felt like torture. He called the transport team leader every half hour to inquire about the train's progress.

"Hello? Is the railway track repaired? When can the train depart?"

"Chief, the repair team has arrived and is working hard to fix it. It should be done in about an hour!"

"Hurry! Hurry up! We must get going as soon as possible!"

"Hey! We'll do our best as soon as possible!"

Every time he made a phone call, his tone was extremely respectful, with none of the previous shouts and reprimands, for fear of angering the transport team leader and causing him to be perfunctory.

He knew that the position of the transport team leader was now key to whether he could complete the mission, so he could only offer kind words of advice and could no longer put on airs as the station chief.

Time passed slowly, the sky grew darker and darker, and Yamada Iwakuro became increasingly anxious.

He stood by the office window, watching the streets gradually darken into the night. Streetlights flickered on, their dim yellow glow appearing particularly faint in the darkness. His heart was filled with anxiety; he didn't know if the train could be repaired smoothly, or if the garrison's support team would arrive in time.

Finally, around 6 p.m., the transport team leader called to tell him that the tracks had been repaired, the train had started running again, and the garrison's support team was waiting ahead.

Yamada Iwakuro felt a little relieved, but he still dared not relax at all. He instructed the transport team leader to pay attention to safety, speed up, and try to get to Tianjin as soon as possible.

The transport team leader's reply was always similar: the train was running normally, there were garrison troops to meet it, and there were no abnormal situations.

It wasn't until a little after 1 p.m. on the third day, when the transport team leader told him that the train had arrived safely at Tianjin Railway Station and was preparing to unload the cargo, that Yamada Iwakuro finally felt completely relieved.

He slumped into the chair, feeling all his strength drained away. Sweat soaked his collar again, but this time, he smiled with relief.

He immediately sent someone to the warehouse to verify the quantity of opium, ensuring that the quantity was sufficient and there were no errors.

Not long after, the person who went to the warehouse to verify the number of people called back to tell him that the number had been verified and was completely consistent with the number on the report, with no problems whatsoever.

Yamada Iwakuro breathed a sigh of relief; the anxiety that had been hanging over him for two days finally subsided.

He immediately began compiling a detailed report, detailing the entire process of the opium transport, including the difficulties encountered, the deployment of additional guards, and the contact with the garrison for support, preparing to personally report to the morphine factory.

He knew that this report was of utmost importance, directly related to Miss Sakura's opinion of him and his future.

Unbeknownst to him, he had actually been dealing with Reiko all along; if Sakura had handled these matters, many people would likely have met a far more tragic end.

Before setting off, he specially opened his wardrobe and selected a brand new dark gray suit.

He specially asked someone to buy this suit from the local area. The fabric was of high quality and the workmanship was exquisite. He was reluctant to wear it normally and only took it out on important occasions.

He carefully put on the suit, then took out a comb and meticulously combed his hair, leaving not a single stray hair.

He carefully polished his leather shoes until they were so shiny you could see your reflection in them before he was satisfied. He looked in the mirror again and again to make sure his appearance was perfect before picking up the prepared report and heading to the morphine factory.