Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

When Ichiro Maruno rushed to the officers' dormitory where Yudai Itai was, he did not find Yudai Itai.

Afterwards, the military police on duty told him that Itai Yudai was still discussing things with Nanzō Yunko of the Special High Police.

Ichiro Maruno suddenly felt a little envious and thought, it’s so late, I hope Itai Yudai is playing some games with Nanzō Yunko!

He was a little hesitant and paused in his steps towards the Special Higher Police. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to sneak over to test the waters first.

Just when Maruno was still being cautious and afraid of this and that, somewhere in the French Concession in Tianjin.

Fang Junnian's fingers trembled slightly on the edge of the brazier. The flames in the copper basin were reflected on the lenses of his glasses, making his thin face flicker.

The paper in the copper basin was curling up into a charred butterfly in the charcoal flames, and the ink made tiny crackling sounds under the high temperature.

There was a sudden thunder outside the window, and then large raindrops hit the iron eaves of the window, making a series of crackling sounds.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from the wooden stairs downstairs under the heavy weight.

The sound was chaotic and rapid, with the weight of at least three adult men exerting pressure on the steps at the same time.

Fang Junnian's pupils suddenly contracted. His left hand reached for the Browning on the table next to him. His right hand grabbed the tongs and poked the last few pages of the letter into the fire.

The flames licked the yellowed pages happily, devouring the names, some incomprehensible numbers and words on the paper.

Bang, the door was knocked open.

"Mr. Fang, you are so elegant, burning paper in the middle of the night?" Zhang Jinhui's voice was hoarse, and his leather shoes made a dull sound on the wooden floor. After saying that, he turned to look at his men and scolded them, "What are you still standing there for? Arrest them! I need to teach you this!"

Through Zhang Jinhui's figure, Fang Junnian could see several dark shadows surrounding the stairs in a fan shape.

Fang Junnian's Adam's apple slid slightly, and he quickly glanced around.

The window five steps away was half open, a half-bucket of kerosene was placed next to the brazier, and three piles of old newspapers were piled in the corner.

"Who are you and what are you doing breaking into my house!" Fang Junnian deliberately raised his voice and took the opportunity to stand up and hooked the edge of the brazier with his toes: "There are police officers near my house, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Junnian kicked the brazier towards the stairs, and the hot charcoal mixed with unburned paper poured down like a rainstorm.

With a scream, he picked up the kerosene barrel and poured it on the pile of newspapers. The burning papers in the air fell to the ground at this moment. In an instant, the wall where the newspapers were piled was covered with orange-red flames because of the kerosene spilled on it.

Thick smoke immediately filled the room.

Although Zhang Jinhui's men had guns, the incident happened so suddenly that they were only concerned with dodging the burning paper that was thrown at them.

Seeing the other party raising his hands to protect his head and bending down to avoid, Fang Junnian turned around and jumped onto the windowsill.

There were two black cars parked in the alley, and the headlights made the rain look like dancing silver needles. Three gunmen were smoking beside the cars. The sudden rainstorm made them quickly open the doors and prepare to get in.

The movement upstairs made those people stop what they were doing and they all looked up towards the second floor.

Hearing Zhang Jinhui's extremely corrupt shouts from behind, Fang Junnian knew that there was no time to think about it, so he jumped up without hesitation and grabbed the gargoyle on the opposite eaves with both hands.

The fangs of the stone lion were deeply embedded in his palm. He used the force of the swing to climb onto the roof, and the tiles under his feet made a heart-pounding sliding sound.

Fang Junnian never thought that he could perform such a difficult move. He just felt his whole body trembling at this moment, and even his bloody hands didn't feel so painful.

The large amount of adrenaline secretion allowed Fang Junnian to exert strength far beyond his imagination. With the strength of his arms alone, he climbed onto the roof opposite.

"On the roof! Don't shoot, catch him alive and chase him!" Zhang Jinhui roared, climbed onto the windowsill with both hands, and yelled at his men who were shooting on the ground.

The bullet flew past his ear, and Fang Junnian was so scared that he almost lost his balance and fell down.

He ran wildly between the roof ridges, and the tiles under his feet became slippery due to the heavy rain in a short time. He had to stretch out his arms to keep his balance.

A three-meter-wide gap in the alley suddenly appeared in front of him. He took a deep breath, stepped on the loose tiles and jumped down.

He felt a sharp pain in his right knee when he landed, but he didn't dare to stop.

This was a shady alley, with rotten vegetable leaves slipping underfoot. Fang Junnian stumbled forward and ran wildly. Although he turned the third corner, the footsteps behind him were still getting closer and closer.

I can't outrun them! Fang Junnian was disappointed. He risked jumping out of the window to escape, but it was a futile effort!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Looking around, Fang Junnian resolutely broke open the wooden wall on the side and rushed in.

At this time, in a warehouse, piles of tung oil barrels were like silent giants in the darkness, and the strong smell made it impossible to open one's eyes.

But Zhang Jinhui was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. Bullets chased his heels into the warehouse, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the aroma of tung oil formed a strange mist.

Climbing up the shelf and jumping onto the beam on the second floor, Fang Junnian climbed out of the second-floor window, his right palm cut by broken glass and bleeding.

He chose to jump down again regardless of everything, but suddenly heard Zhang Jinhui's sneer from behind him: "Mr. Fang is very skilled, but unfortunately he chose the wrong path."

Zhang Jinhui's voice was like the hiss of a venomous snake. He kicked over a tung oil barrel, and the sticky liquid immediately spread on the ground to form a strange totem. "Don't run away. You can't escape. Although you don't have children, we know exactly where your wife is. Just follow us and maybe I can spare your wife and children from harm."

Fang Junnian's nails dug deep into the wound on his palm, and the pain made his mind, which was a little dizzy from the fall, clear up a little.

"The servant you captured from Jirentang on Simalu during the winter solstice last year." He suddenly raised his voice, "You scraped off half of his face with an iron brush, but in the end he didn't utter a word, did he?" As he spoke, he raised the Browning in his hand.

Zhang Jinhui was shocked. Seeing that Fang Junnian didn't shoot back, he subconsciously ignored the fact that Fang Junnian had a gun in his hand.

Shocked, Zhang Jinhui immediately dodged.

The men following behind him, seeing that their boss had hidden, and also because Zhang Jinhui had said before that they could not shoot and had to capture the men alive, they also looked for cover to the sides to hide.

But after waiting for a while, Zhang Jinhui, who was holding his head, did not hear any gunshots, so he stuck out half of his head to observe the situation.

But when he saw this, he was so angry that his lungs exploded.

Originally, I thought Fang Junnian was just a scholar with a pen, but who could have thought that he could arrest people.

The other party was even more slippery than a loach, and he limped and disappeared around the corner of the alley.

"You useless bastards, why don't you catch him! There are so many of you, he can't kill you all even if he uses up all his bullets! You're a bunch of cowards." Zhang Jinhui stood up while cursing, not at all embarrassed that he was the first one to hide.

Working for the Japanese is just for promotion, wealth and a better life. Who is willing to really work hard for them? . . . . .