Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1201 Some People I Don't Trust

Upon hearing the explosion, the military police on guard duty at the front and back of the street immediately abandoned their posts, grabbed their weapons, and rushed toward the intersection. Footsteps and shouts mingled together, and the sentries that were originally scattered on both sides of the street instantly converged. All the troops were mobilized to protect Zhou Zhengqing and Terauchi Hisaichi, the two key figures.

In stark contrast, the convoy carrying Wang Kemin, which was following Zhou Zhengqing's convoy, was already poorly guarded. Now, with all the military police transferred to the front to escort him, only a few members of the puppet government's guard team were left to guard him. Their security was suddenly left empty, like lambs exposed to a pack of wolves, completely defenseless.

Terauchi Hisaichi leaned back in his chair, his face as pale as paper, a trace of dark red blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He instinctively pressed his chest, breathing heavily, clearly his internal organs had been injured by the shockwave of the explosion, each breath accompanied by unbearable pain.

He struggled to turn his neck, staring out the car window at the scene of devastation and the raging explosion. His eyes blazed with fury, his chest heaving violently, as he roared at Okabe Naosaburo and Kita Seiichi who had rushed over.

"Baka! Is this what you call tight defense? Someone actually dared to launch an attack in broad daylight! This is utterly lawless!"

Terauchi Hisaichi clenched his fist tightly, his tone filled with violence and humiliation: "Immediately order the entire city to be sealed off, and search all suspicious persons, checking every household! Even if we have to turn Beiping upside down, we must arrest all these resistance fighters and kill them without exception!"

"Yes, sir! I'll arrange it right away!" Kita Seiichi's face was deathly pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and soaking his collar. He hurriedly bowed deeply, his back bent low, his voice trembling with fear, and he dared not meet Terauchi Hisaichi's furious gaze.

Just then, bursts of gunfire suddenly erupted from behind the convoy.

The rapid and fierce "rat-a-tat-tat" of submachine gun fire, accompanied by the booming sounds of exploding grenades, created a terrifying scene of war in the depths of the streets and alleys. This broke the brief silence after the explosions and added to the chaos.

The main offensive by the Military Intelligence Bureau has finally begun.

"Commander, something's wrong! Wang Kemin's convoy has probably been attacked!" Okabe Naosaburo's expression changed drastically, and he immediately turned to Terauchi Hisaichi and said urgently, his tone filled with anxiety: "The attackers are using a diversionary tactic!"

They first used suicide bombings to tie down our main force; their real target wasn't you or General Takasaki, but Wang Kemin!

Terauchi Hisaichi's face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm. He glanced coldly at Kita Seiichi, who hadn't gone far beside him, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and disgust.

He then turned to Okabe Naosaburo and ordered in a deep voice, "Take your men there immediately! You must save Wang Kemin's life. He is a key figure in the puppet government. He has just taken power and has been attacked. If he dies, the face of our Great Japanese Empire will be utterly disgraced, and the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Yes, sir!" Okabe Naosaburo replied respectfully, but did not turn around and leave immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Zhou Zhengqing with a hint of probing and earnestness in his eyes: "General Takasaki, could you send some military police to assist me in the rescue?"

There are some people I don't trust!

As he spoke, Okabe Naosaburo's gaze swept sideways over Kita Seiichi, his disdain and wariness undisguised. Clearly, the latter part of his sentence referred to Kita Seiichi's special operations unit, implying that they were incompetent and unlikely to be able to shoulder such an important task.

"No!" Masaki Yamaya, in the driver's seat, was the first to object. He turned sharply to look at Naosaburo Okabe, his tone firm and his eyes full of vigilance: "General Takasaki's safety is the top priority. The military police must not be divided!"

Almost simultaneously, Qi, who was standing outside the car, stepped forward and echoed in a deep voice: "A general cannot be without guards."

Having just issued the deployment order, Matsui Ryosuke, who hurriedly returned to the car, immediately expressed his opinion. He bowed to Terauchi Hisaichi and Zhou Zhengqing and said, "Sir, General, our military police's priority is to protect General Takasaki's safety. All other matters must take a backseat. The situation on the ground is unclear, and a second attack could occur at any time. We must escort the General away from this dangerous area as soon as possible."

As they spoke, the gunfire intensified from the direction of Wang Kemin's convoy, interspersed with screams from members of the fake guards and the deafening explosions of grenades. The situation was clearly in grave danger.

Naosaburo Okabe frowned, his expression growing increasingly anxious. He could only turn to Hisaichi Terauchi, his eyes filled with pleading for help.

Terauchi Hisaichi paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to Zhou Zhengqing: "Takuto, the men under my command are all ordinary soldiers who only know how to fight blindly and lack precise rescue capabilities."

If we send them to the rescue, they'll probably just fire indiscriminately, killing everyone present. Their professional skills are far inferior to your well-trained military police.

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly solemn: "Wang Kemin is currently extremely crucial in the situation in North China."

He had barely secured his position in the puppet government, and the situation had only just begun to stabilize.

If he were assassinated by the Military Intelligence Bureau at this moment, not only would the puppet government immediately fall into chaos without a leader, but the foundation of our Great Japanese Empire's rule in North China would also be severely damaged. At that time, we would only lose face and suffer endless troubles.

"This... what do you think we should do?"

Zhou Zhengqing's hand, hanging at his side, moved almost imperceptibly. Upon hearing this, a faint smile, almost blending into the shadows, curled at the corner of his lips. He knew perfectly well that Terauchi Hisaichi was making a shrewd calculation.

It was simply that their own Japanese soldiers couldn't hold up the situation, so they wanted to use the power of his military police to protect Wang Kemin, this puppet, so as to continue to maintain the illusion of Japanese rule in North China.

The thought of the outer perimeter defenses he had just witnessed only fueled Zhou Zhengqing's impatience.

Although the Japanese soldiers appeared numerous and well-equipped, their actual capabilities were extremely questionable.

Despite the large number of Japanese soldiers on the perimeter, they couldn't even stop a clearly targeted postal vehicle. They panicked and fired indiscriminately at the vehicle, ultimately allowing it to break through their lines and reach the core convoy.

Ultimately, in crucial moments, it's still up to his military police to maintain order.

Just thinking about the military police who rushed up in that truck at the end made Zhou Zhengqing frown slightly, a trace of regret passing through his heart. Their deaths were far too unjust.

He didn't have to pay the price for such an incompetent comrade, but because he was caught off guard and rushed to fill in, he ended up perishing in the flames of the explosion.

Zhou Zhengqing's gaze swept over the lingering smoke in the distance, his thoughts exceptionally clear.

He had seen the postal truck driver clearly. His body was riddled with bullet holes, his clothes were soaked in blood, his face was as white as paper, and even his hands on the steering wheel were trembling. He was clearly at his limit and struggling to maintain even basic consciousness.

In that state, the car simply could not get any closer to the core team.

After colliding with a sidecar motorcycle, the driver was probably starting to lose consciousness.

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