Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

When Shen Xilin heard Zhang Xiaolan's words, his expression froze for a moment, then confusion appeared in his eyes, followed by surprise, and then scrutiny and solemnity.

After waiting for so long, Shen Xilin had imagined countless times that someone would tell her that secret code. Now that such a person really appeared, he was a little confused and frightened for a moment.

I'm not even sure if I'm dreaming or not. Everything that happened tonight was just a dream.

Finally, Shen Xilin turned his gaze to Zhou Zhengqing.

I know the connection code now. No matter whether I reply today or not, I probably won’t be able to go back.

Since they have already tied me up and told me the secret code for contacting me, no matter whether I have been wronged or not, I will not have the chance to see the sun tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Shen Xilin took a breath of the heavy air in the car and said, "The boat has passed through thousands of mountains."

After saying that, Shen Xilin took out his hand that was about to pull out the gun. It was meaningless now. Zhou Zhengqing's words just now made Shen Xilin understand that he really had no chance to resist, otherwise there would be no need for a gendarmerie commander to take risks.

He placed his hands on the coffee table and clasped them together, and continued, "We all know the connection code. Is it Wang Yamin who betrayed us, or..."

Shen Xilin's voice trembled a little, which was enough to show that he was feeling uneasy at the moment.

"Comrade Shen Xilin, I was sent by the organization to contact you. Comrade Wang Yamin died. He was a hero." Zhang Xiaolan interrupted Shen Xilin and said excitedly.

"So you've betrayed me?" Shen Xilin turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiaolan steadily.

"Ah! I didn't!"

"Then what's going on with him! What's going on with them? How did you find me!" Shen Xilin raised his finger and pointed at Zhou Zhengqing, then pointed outside the car.

Zhang Xiaolan opened her mouth slightly and was about to explain when she saw Zhou Zhengqing put down his wine glass and stretched out his hand towards Shen Xilin opposite him.

"Comrade Shen Xilin, let us get to know each other again. My name is Takuto Takazaki, and we are in the same group." At the end, Zhou Zhengqing winked at Shen Xilin.

Shen Xilin felt his scalp tingling when he heard the authentic Chinese language.

The gold star on Zhou Zhengqing's shoulder, representing a Japanese major general, made Shen Xilin feel dizzy.

Compared with the major general in front of him, after all these years of hard work, he became the head of the intelligence department in Maochuan Mansion, but he was just a small fry!

Look at him, with his status and the people around him! He can still lurk so late!

Perhaps it was the pure Chinese dialect that made Shen Xilin subconsciously imagine Zhou Zhengqing as an undercover comrade who had infiltrated the Japanese army.

It was not until Shen Xilin and Zhou Zhengqing held hands that Shen Xilin came back to his senses and pointed at the people in the car: "We...are in the same group!?"

Shen Xilin looked a little silly at this time, and Zhang Xiaolan couldn't help but smile with her hands covering her mouth: "Comrade Shen Xilin, he is indeed our comrade, but he does not belong to our underground party organization in China. He is a member of the Japanese Communist Party." Saying this, Zhang Xiaolan secretly glanced at Zhou Zhengqing, wrinkled her nose, and snorted.

Shen Xilin didn't pay attention to Zhang Xiaolan's little movements, but looked at Zhou Zhengqing in surprise.

Zhou Zhengqing smiled and released his hand from Shen Xilin: "Comrade Shen Xilin, it seems that you have been lurking among the enemy for too long and have been too cautious. We are really in the same group. Don't touch your feet. I can see the pistol on your calf."

Shen Xilin was startled and stood up awkwardly. He had just taken advantage of the time when he was shaking hands with Zhou Zhengqing and leaning forward to deliberately lean down. The hand that was originally supporting the hem of his suit dropped quietly, and his trouser leg had been unzipped, revealing the handle of a small pistol on one side.

Because Shen Xilin was wearing loose suit pants, it would be difficult for ordinary people to notice him unless his trouser legs were pulled up.

Zhou Zhengqing was of course no exception. The reason he was able to discover it was because there was a curious baby sitting next to Shen Xilin.

At this time, Sakurako, the curious baby, was looking down at Shen Xilin's "little action" with surprise, which he thought was secret.

And Shen Xilin, the person involved, didn't even notice Sakurako who was standing close to him on the side.

Zhou Zhengqing looked speechlessly at Sakurako whose head was lowering lower and lower. He really didn't understand how those Japanese ninjas were trained. They could make people subconsciously ignore their existence. Anyway, Zhou Zhengqing couldn't understand it.

If he hadn't seen Shen Xilin so close today and didn't notice that Sakurako was secretly watching him and preparing to draw her gun, Zhou Zhengqing would have always believed that training to reduce presence was just an exaggeration by the Japanese ninjas.

Zhou Zhengqing's words and eyes made Shen Xilin react immediately, and he finally felt something was wrong beside him.

When he turned around, he saw Ying Zizhi hitting him with the back of his head. Then, his wrist was tightened and his hand that was trying to pull out the gun was grabbed by someone.

Then Sakurako pulled out the pistol.

Seeing Sakurako standing up with a small pistol in her hand, Zhou Zhengqing's eyes lit up and he immediately said, "Sakurako, let me see it." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

"Hi!" Sakurako was a little reluctant, but since Zhou Zhengqing had already spoken, she still handed the pistol to Zhou Zhengqing.

Zhang Xiaolan, who was standing at the side, saw Zhou Zhengqing taking the pistol and examining it carefully, so she also came over to take a look. "The Walther PPK pistol is a police pistol launched by Germany in 1931. It has a capacity of 7 rounds. This should be a craft pistol. It is decorated with ivory hollows. Judging from the condition of this pistol, it has not been used much. It looks like a new gun."

"Yoshi, it's worthy of being a German product, it's so beautiful." Zhou Zhengqing looked at the gun in his hand and couldn't help but praise it.

Zhang Xiaolan and Zhou Zhengqing huddled together and looked at their pistols. Shen Xilin could only smile awkwardly at Yingzi, then stood up, not knowing what to say.

I am a living person after all, why am I not as attractive as a gun?!

After playing with the pistol for a while, Zhou Zhengqing turned his attention away from the pistol, looked down at the holster on his waist, and then looked at the pistol in his hand.

Zhou Zhengqing was just about to update his equipment when he suddenly thought of something and looked up at Sakurako.

Sakurako didn't understand what was going on, and when she saw Zhou Zhengqing suddenly looking at her with a puzzled look.

"Yingzi, this pistol is for you. Although you are used to using cold weapons, we may encounter unexpected dangers in the future. If you have a gun, you can increase your means of dealing with crises. When you have time, go find Qi to learn how to use the pistol." Zhou Zhengqing said as he handed the pistol to Yingzi.

It’s not that Zhou Zhengqing doesn’t want to use it himself, but Zhou Zhengqing thinks the pistol is the best choice for Sakurako.

Sakurako is the person he trusts the most and the last guarantee of his safety. Just as Zhou Zhengqing said to Shen Xilin before, within seven steps, a pistol is fast and accurate. He doesn't want Sakurako to be in danger due to over-reliance on cold weapons.