Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Yu Xiuning also leaned over to look, and asked Bangchui, "When did this happen? You haven't responded yet, right?"

"No, it's just that Tianjin sends a signal every few minutes. Without the boss's words, we dare not respond. After all, Section Chief Xu has been transferred, so we can only come here to ask for instructions." Bangchui shook his head.

"Hurry up, Xu Zhongyi must have something urgent, otherwise he wouldn't have come to us." Chen Ming took a look at the content of the telegram. It was the code he and Xu Zhongyi had agreed on before. He quickly stood up and was about to go out.

Seeing this, Yu Xiuning also stood up and followed Chen Ming.

Soon, through the tunnel, the three of them arrived at a secret house a few streets away from the Northeast Restaurant.

"Stationmaster! Deputy Stationmaster!"

Chen Ming hurried towards the radio station. People he met greeted him, but he didn't even have time to respond, as he held the telegram tightly in his hand.

Chen Ming knew that the code sent by Xu Zhongyi was an emergency contact code, and there must be some urgent matter that required him to contact him.

Pushing open the door of the room where the radio station was located, Chen Ming said without waiting for the people inside to stand up and salute: "Immediately, respond to the contact from Tianjin."

The person in charge of the radio station didn't say much. He immediately put on his headphones and started pressing the keys on the transmitter with his right hand.

After a while, the operator released the key and began to write on the paper with a pencil.

Soon, a string of numbers appeared. After seeing it, Chen Ming, who had been waiting on the side, immediately turned to look at Yu Xiuning.

Yu Xiuning understood, walked forward, took the piece of paper with the number written on it, pushed open the innermost door of the room and walked in.

Less than two minutes later, Yu Xiuning came out again and handed the telegram to Chen Ming.

After taking a quick glance, Chen Ming's pupils shrank, and he immediately said to the radio operator: "Reply to the other party that we are ready to receive!" After thinking for a while, Chen Ming reminded again: "Be careful when you receive it later, there will be extremely important information coming. If you miss a word, I will kill you! Do you hear me!"

"Don't worry, Stationmaster. I will never miss a single word!" the radio operator quickly assured.

. . . . . . .

Two hours later, Chen Ming stood at the door of the Northeastern restaurant and smiled as he sent away the Japanese soldiers who came to eat.

Then he instructed the waiter to close the shop and quickly returned to the backyard.

"Wife, has the telegram been sent?"

"Well, it's sent."

"What do the higher-ups say? The boss won't really let us go to Tianjin, right? My restaurant is just starting to pick up." Chen Ming asked anxiously.

Yu Xiuning rolled her eyes at him and whispered, "What are you thinking? Chen Gongshu is Boss Dai's confidant after all, how can he be replaced just like that?"

"That's good, that's good. I'm used to living in the Northeast." Chen Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, the boss won't touch Chen Gongshu in the short term, but you must also be mentally prepared. As long as Chen Gongshu makes a mistake again, you will definitely be the one to replace him." Yu Xiuning said seriously.

"What? Me!" Chen Ming pointed at his nose.

"Well, who else is suitable besides us? Don't forget that we are aware of the matter between Banjing and Nakagawa.

As the intelligence they provide becomes more and more important, you and I will either return to Nanjing or go to Tianjin to cooperate with Xu Zhongyi."

Chen Ming thought about it and found that what Yu Xiuning said was right. He was suddenly a little discouraged. He really didn't want to leave Harbin.

When he had just come from Shenyang, he was still looking forward to returning to Shenyang someday, but with the arrival of the Fourth Division, he found that it was easy to gain credit in Harbin, so he didn't want to leave.

But now Yu Xiuning's words let him know that his peaceful days were coming to an end.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Two days passed in a flash, and it was July 2, 1937.

Zhou Zhengqing stood by the office window. The setting sun was slowly sinking in the distance, and the surrounding clouds seemed to be thrown into a dye vat, gradually changing from light orange and light pink to crimson, purple and even deep violet. It was like a flowing oil painting, with natural and smooth color transitions without a trace of harsh brushstrokes.

As it approaches the horizon, the setting sun hides most of its body behind the earth, leaving only an arc, but it shines with the most stunning light. The light is like a fine arrowhead, shooting through the clouds, outlining long shadows for all things in the world, and the shadows stretch across the earth, as if telling the story of time.

Finally, when the last ray of light was swallowed by darkness and night fell quietly, the shock and emotion left by the sunset lingered in Zhou Zhengqing's heart for a long time. . . .

"It's getting dark!" Zhou Zhengqing said softly.

Yingzi behind him glanced out the window, took two steps forward, came to Zhou Zhengqing and whispered, "Master, it will be dark for a while."

Zhou Zhengqing turned his head, let out a few bitter laughs, then reached out and took a telegram from Sakurako.

When I opened it and looked at it, I saw the message on the telegram: "桜风雪风のMessageをwaitつか?"

Yingzi leaned over and asked curiously, "The cherry blossoms are flying like snow, but are they waiting for the wind's message? Master, what does Itai Yudai mean by this?"

Zhou Zhengqing reached out and pushed Sakurako's head away. He didn't know what was wrong with Sakurako these past two days. She always liked to get close to him.

Just like now, Zhou Zhengqing could feel the hot air blowing out of Sakurako's mouth in his ears.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Sakurako, saying, "Send this to Itai Yudai."

Sakurako was pushed away by Zhou Zhengqing, and disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she still took the note and glanced at the content on it: "The time has come to conquer the blade."

"The sword is drawn, and the time to go to war has come. Young master, what are you and Itai Yudai planning? Can you tell Sakurako?" Sakurako said, leaning closer, making a pitiful look, with watery eyes.

Zhou Zhengqing turned around and almost had a close contact with Yingzi. He quickly raised his hand to block Yingzi's head and said with disdain: "Tsk, Yingzi, you haven't been right these past two days, what's wrong?"

"Master, do you hate Sakurako? I used to like to be close to Sakurako!" Sakurako said aggrievedly.

Zhou Zhengqing almost choked on his own saliva and shouted in a deep voice: "Yingzi, what's going on! Who is sticking close to you!"

Seeing Zhou Zhengqing was about to lose his temper, Yingzi didn't dare to make a scene anymore. She lowered her head and whispered, "Does the young master really like a certain Zhang Xiaolan? Doesn't he like Yingzi anymore?"

"Who told you that I like Zhang Xiaolan! And who taught you to say such disgusting words like 'sticky'!" Zhou Zhengqing said with a frown.

"Master, everyone in the headquarters knows that you like Xiaolan! Even Xiaolan blushed when she heard others talking about her and you! You must have a relationship with her!

Nakamura Shunsuke told me that if I didn't take action, I would fall out of favor! Master! Sakurako is afraid..." Sakurako held her hands to her heart and said aggrievedly.

"Baga, Nakamura Shunsuke! I didn't expect a guy like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes to do these things!" Zhou Zhengqing muttered angrily, then looked at Yingzi and said seriously: "Xiaolan and I have nothing to do with each other! Also, don't just think about liking this and liking that all day long, hurry up and do the right thing!"

Seeing that Zhou Zhengqing was about to lose his temper, Yingzi lowered her head and shouted, "Hey! Yingzi will go send the message right away."

After turning around and leaving the office, he immediately revealed a sly smile and stood in the corridor muttering, "Hey, what Nakamura Shunsuke said is indeed right, the young master doesn't like that Xiaolan at all.

I didn't expect that Nakamura Shunsuke is so funny. He can even think of words like "stick to" and even let me lean on the young master. It's really embarrassing!"

After saying that, Sakurako turned her head and looked carefully, then walked quickly to the communication room with a red face.