Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Juenei Gancheng's men were stunned when they heard this, and looked at the still trembling Juenei Gancheng strangely.

You know what, it really looks like he had a stroke! Could it be that General Takazaki was right, and the Consul General really had a stroke? !

"I... I... I'm not sick... I..." Jue Nei Gancheng stretched out his hand, pointed up and down at the Type 2 tanks that were still posing, and finally uttered a few words.

Zhou Zhengqing immediately stepped forward, held Jue Nei Gancheng's hands with both hands, and said with concern: "Your Excellency the Consul General, don't get excited. It's normal for you to have some problems at your age.

Come, I'll have someone go to the hospital for a checkup. You can't just tell if you're sick or not by yourself. You have to listen to the doctor!"

"I'm not sick!" Jue Nei Gancheng blushed and said loudly, this time he seemed to be full of energy.

"I know you're not sick, we're just going to check it out." Zhou Zhengqing said comfortingly, then turned to look at Jue Nei Gancheng's men and said loudly: "Hurry up and help the Consul General get into the car. If anything happens to him, you'll all be dead!"

"Hi!" Now Jue Nei Gan Cheng's men couldn't stay any longer, so they hurried forward to help Jue Nei Gan Cheng and put him on the car.

They knew in their hearts that Ju Nei Gancheng was so excited because he felt distressed when he saw the garden was in such a terrible state.

But what Zhou Zhengqing said is not wrong. The Consul General can't even speak clearly. He should be sent to the hospital for an insurance check.

"Let me go! I'm not sick! Master Yingqi! You can't do this, get those tanks out quickly!! This is the best garden house in the entire Japanese Concession!!"

"Why don't you guys send the Consul General to the hospital right away! He's started talking nonsense! This stroke may have affected his thinking! Hurry up!" Zhou Zhengqing shouted.

“Hey! General Takazaki, we’ll take the Consul General to the hospital right away!” As they spoke, several of Jue Nai Gancheng’s men ignored Jue Nai Gancheng’s cries and stuffed the man into the car and took him away. . .

After watching the consulate car drive away, a stunned Nakamura Shunsuke stepped forward and said, "General, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to do this! Will the Consul General be dissatisfied with you?"

"What a joke! What does his dissatisfaction have to do with me? He gave me the house and he still comes to see it from time to time. How reluctant he is to let it go!

He's so obsessed with my things. If I don't teach him a lesson, he'll really think this is a hotel and he can come whenever he wants!" Zhou Zhengqing sneered.

"That! General, you may have misunderstood. The Consul General is not here to see the house. He is here for domestic affairs. He wants to hear your opinion on the large-scale demonstrations in the country and whether there are any solutions." Shunsuke Nakamura explained in a low voice.

"Eh? Didn't you hear that the garden was destroyed? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Zhou Zhengqing said dissatisfiedly.

“General!” Nakamura Shunsuke looked at Zhou Zhengqing with an innocent expression. He wanted to say something, but Zhou Zhengqing started to talk about the Consul General having a stroke, so he had no chance to interrupt. . .

"Forget it, what happened in the country? Why did they come to me again? Can I go back to the country to help them arrest those who were marching?" Zhou Zhengqing glanced at the students who were being taken to detention.

Arrest someone? Nakamura Shunsuke looked in the direction Zhou Zhengqing was looking at, and then, with an idea in his mind, he asked tentatively, "General, do you mean to suggest arresting someone for the chaos that has occurred in the country?"

"I didn't say to arrest anyone! Okay, go to the hospital and explain to the Consul General. Just say that I misunderstood and apologize to him for me." Zhou Zhengqing glanced at Shunsuke Nakamura, blinked, and then walked straight to the headquarters.

"Hi!" Nakamura Shunsuke nodded in response, stood up and looked at Zhou Zhengqing's back thoughtfully.

. . . . . . . . .

In Kyoto, Japan, on the edge of the city, outside a Japanese-style manor surrounded by trees, flowers and plants, Takumi Takazaki tidied his hair that was messed up by the wind.

"Master, the master is waiting for you in the main hall." The servant said respectfully, bending over.

"Hmm." With a slight nod, Takumi Takazaki and several young men behind him entered the manor amidst the greetings of servants.

As soon as you step into the manor, the first thing that catches your eye is a cobblestone road with stone lanterns and moss-covered moss on both sides of the road.

Walking along the cobblestone road, you will see neatly trimmed low shrubs on both sides, lush and green.

Not far away, a quiet pond appeared before our eyes, with ripples on the water and the weeping cherry trees on the shore swaying gently in the breeze.

By the pond, the breeze blew, and the clusters of lavender swayed lightly. The slender flower stems caused the flowers to swing slightly, forming layers of purple waves, which undulated and spread out into the distance.

In the pond, several koi fish swim leisurely, occasionally wagging their tails, creating ripples and breaking the tranquil scene.

Going deeper into the manor, you can see the main house. The main house is elegant and grand, adopting the traditional Japanese architectural style, with wooden structure and white walls, the roof is covered with dark tiles, and the eaves are slightly upturned, like a flying bird spreading its wings.

The paper sliding door was half-open, letting in faint light from inside the room, through which one could vaguely see the exquisite tea sets and quaint calligraphy and paintings placed inside.

In front of the main house is a spacious courtyard covered with fine white sand. The white sand is carefully combed into smooth ripples, like the waves of the sea, giving people a sense of tranquility and depth.

In the "waves" of white sand, there are several huge rocks of various shapes placed in an orderly manner, some are round and smooth, some are rugged and abrupt. They set off against the white sand, forming a picture full of Zen.

In the corner of the courtyard, there are several pine trees trimmed into unique shapes. Their branches are vigorous and strong, and their needles are lush and green, like loyal guards, quietly guarding the manor.

Here, time seems to slow down, and every corner exudes the elegance and dignity unique to Japanese aristocratic families.

"Grandpa, I'm here." Arriving at the edge of the main house door and leaning against the door, Takumi Takazaki spoke a little nervously.

"Well, come in, and the other kids come in too!" A low voice came from inside the house.

"Hi!" Takasaki Takumi agreed, then lowered his head and led the others who were also nervous behind him into the room.

After entering the zashiki, Takumi Takazaki and the people behind him didn't dare to raise their heads. They just walked quietly to the middle and knelt down.

The sunlight shines through the paper window, forming soft light and shadows in front of Takumi Takazaki.

It should have been a peaceful and warm environment, but the heavy breathing from the zashiki made Takumi Takazaki realize that he might have gone a little too far this time. With his hands folded in front of him, Takumi Takazaki didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Takumi, do you know why I asked you to come here?"

"Grandpa, I know I was wrong... I was too impulsive and didn't think it through." Takumi Takazaki lowered his head and said that he knew he was wrong, but his eyes showed that he didn't care.

"How can you take on the responsibility of the family's future if you act so recklessly?"