Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

When the fleeing people heard the shouts of the peddling gendarmes, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in their originally dull eyes. Although it was weak, it carried their desire for survival.

People gathered around, their steps hurried and staggering, some even not bothering to sort out their scattered luggage.

However, when they saw the high price, many people looked embarrassed and helpless.

They sighed softly and retreated helplessly. Some even couldn't help but complain in a low voice, but there was more powerlessness in their voices.

Some people, unable to bear the hunger and pain, took out their only savings from their pockets with trembling hands.

Those hands were trembling slightly due to nervousness and reluctance. They counted every dollar carefully, as if they were counting their own lives.

After buying some urgently needed items, they held them tightly in their hands, as if they were holding the hopes of the whole family, their eyes full of cherishment and gratitude.

A middle-aged man hesitated again and again in the crowd, struggling fiercely in his heart. Looking at his wife whose arm wound was still bleeding, he finally plucked up the courage to walk towards the gendarmerie.

Walking up to the military police with his wife, the middle-aged man lowered his head slightly and stammered, "Can you let your military doctor help my wife check her injuries? We really don't have much money left, only two dollars." His voice trembled a little, showing his helplessness towards life and guilt towards his family.

Looking at the two silver dollars in the middle-aged man's outstretched palm, the hawking gendarme showed hesitation in his eyes and leaned over to look at the injuries of the woman next to the middle-aged man.

Before the military police could say anything, a young man with glasses who was following the military police immediately shouted at the middle-aged man: "The military police are not running a charity! The ladies are treating you for free, and the fee they charge is only for the medicine!

The price is five silver dollars per person. As long as the injury is not fatal, the military doctor can treat it! If you don’t have money, get out of here! There are so many injured people waiting to be treated!"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale in an instant, as if he had been slapped hard in the face. He glared at his compatriot who was following the military police. He was also a Chinese but now had an abominable look on his face.

"Madam, please, my wife has been bleeding and I can't stop it. If she is not treated..." As he said this, the middle-aged man actually knelt down in front of the military police.

The wife next to him had a pale face. Seeing her husband kneeling down, she quickly reached out and pulled her husband's arm: "Don't kneel! Don't kneel down to these executioners!! Let me go down to be with the children!" As she spoke, the middle-aged man's wife struggled to pull her husband, tears streaming down her face.

The husband's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back. He retreated silently, his steps were heavy and slow, his eyes were full of humiliation and anger.

All eight members of his family, including his two children, died in the Japanese bombing.

He and his wife luckily survived, but they had to face the Japanese soldiers who were burning, killing and looting everywhere. Concessions from other countries were also guarding their borders strictly and did not allow residents outside the concessions to enter.

Finally, he heard that the Japanese Concession was open to the outside world, was relatively safe, and provided food and other supplies at low prices, so he took his wife and followed the fleeing crowd into the Japanese Concession.

However, the low food prices I heard about before are only relative to other places.

The war in Tianjin had just ended at this time, and it was still a time when you couldn't buy anything even if you had money. The goods sold by these military police in the Japanese Concession were more than twice as expensive as before.

What is even more humiliating is that even though all his family members had died at the hands of the Japanese, in order to save his life, he had to run to the Japanese military police to seek refuge. In order to save his wife, he had to beg the Japanese military police in a humble manner.

The most infuriating thing is that we are laughed at and driven away by traitors and lackeys who are also Chinese!

The military police pushing the cart became anxious when he saw the middle-aged man kneeling down in front of him!

I got the job of selling goods. Although the more I sold, the more money I could get, the superior had issued a strict order that I was not allowed to bully others!

If you are found out, not only will you be punished for all the good things that happened, you will also be punished!

I am not very fluent in Chinese, so I asked someone who knows Japanese to be my translator! But I didn't expect that as soon as this translator arrived, the Chinese people on the other side knelt down to me!

If this is discovered by the patrolling gendarmerie officer, I'll be finished!

While thinking about this, the gendarme saw several cars slowly driving down the street from the corner of his eye, and then, in front of his astonished gaze, the convoy stopped beside him.

The window of the armored RV opened, and Zhou Zhengqing's expressionless face appeared in front of him!

"General!" The military police was startled, then stood at attention and bowed!

"What's going on? I remember you are a veteran of the Harbin Gendarmerie. Don't you know our rules? Why do you want people to kneel down to you?" Zhou Zhengqing asked indifferently.

The military policeman broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes began to turn red due to nervousness, and then he quickly pointed at the young man with glasses beside him and said, "Report to the general, it was this Chinese guy who made others kneel down because of his nonsense!"

Zhou Zhengqing glanced at the young man with glasses, then continued to stare at the military police and said, "I have no objection to you selling goods here, but remember, we are military police! We are different from those ordinary imperial soldiers. Don't embarrass us military police! Do you understand!"

"Hi!" The military police bowed deeply after hearing this, and only stood up slowly after Zhou Zhengqing's car drove away.

Then, in front of the horrified gaze of the young man with glasses, he raised his hand and slapped him hard.

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The Japanese Concession Military Police Headquarters.

The convoy drove slowly, the wheels of the armored RV made dull and suppressed sounds, slowly approaching the entrance of the headquarters, and finally stopped steadily. The sound of the engine gradually died down, and everything returned to the suffocating silence.

Nakamura Shunsuke, Itai Yudai and other officers who had been waiting at the door for a long time straightened their backs immediately as if the start button was pressed the moment the car stopped.

The car door was slowly pushed open with a slight creaking sound, and Zhou Zhengqing walked out of the car.

In an instant, the officers bowed in unison, their movements clean and neat, without any delay or hesitation. Then, a loud "General!" came out of their mouths in unison.

Zhou Zhengqing nodded slightly, without saying much, and strode towards the headquarters.

Jingren followed Zhou Zhengqing with a smile on his face. When he passed by Shunsuke Nakamura and Yudai Itai, he paused, tilted his head and said with a smile, "Guys, you are awesome!" After that, Jingren quickly followed Zhou Zhengqing.

When Sakurako, who was holding Huizi behind her, walked over, she turned to look at Itai Yudai and said, "Itai-kun, you are naughty again. Good luck to yourself, hehe."

Huizi, who was held by Sakurako, saw Shunsuke Nakamura and Yudai Itai with bitter faces. She covered her mouth with her white little hand and giggled, her eyes turning into crescents.