Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Keep chasing. If we don't catch Fang Junnian today, no one will have an easy life!" Zhang Jinhui roared and took the lead to chase in the direction where Fang Junnian disappeared.

I can’t run away, I really can’t run away!

Fang Junnian looked at the intersection ahead. Several agents wearing black raincoats were checking pedestrians. They had photos in their hands, and every pedestrian who was stopped had a strong flashlight shining in the face.

His hands were shaking slightly, and drops of blood kept dripping from his palms.

Turning his head to look at the tall buildings beside him, Fang Junnian sighed silently in his heart, then turned and entered the corridor. . . . . . . .

The strong wind mixed with heavy rain tore at his blood-stained shirt. Looking down at the spies gathering downstairs, Fang Junnian took off his rain-soaked glasses with a smile on his face, panting heavily, wiped them, put them back on, and straightened his clothes.

At this time, Zhang Jinhui also rushed downstairs and saw Fang Junnian on the rooftop.

"Mr. Fang, there is nowhere to run, right?" Zhang Jinhui shouted with the joy of a cat and mouse. He thought he had finally cornered Fang Junnian, who could only wait to be caught by him, and his tone was full of the joy of victory. "Come down quickly. You have been running for so long. I believe Mr. Fang is also a person who cherishes his life. Do you know how high this building is? Don't slip. Be obedient and come down.

If that doesn't work, I can ask someone to help you down. Let's go to the hospital first to see if your injury is healed. We can talk about other things later."

"I don't know how high it is here, but I know it's high enough to smash my brain into pieces."

Fang Junnian smiled, his face full of sarcasm.

Without waiting for Zhang Jinhui to say anything, Fang Junnian continued, "I know you, Captain Zhang Jinhui. I've heard that you are very capable and that you were once a good player in the Military Control Commission. Unfortunately, after seeing you today, I find that you are just a show-off and have no real talent or knowledge.

It took so much effort to catch someone as weak as me, and I destroyed the last list I kept right under your nose.

It's so funny that you only thought about arresting me and left the half-burned important documents alone.

Now it's all right, there's nothing left, Captain Zhang, congratulations!"

As Fang Junnian spoke, he pulled out the Browning magazine in his hand and checked the bullets inside.

The reason why he wanted to tell everyone about the list was that he hoped Zhang Jinhui would go back to check his room and buy time for other comrades.

There is not just one list. Fang Junnian hopes that when his old partner hears the news of his death, he will quickly take away the final list.

As for the half-burned portion, Fang Junnian was not worried at all. With so much kerosene spilled, it would have been burned to ashes by now.

"Goodbye, comrades."

Fang Junnian looked up at the night sky and smiled, then raised his hand and shot at the spies below.

Bang, bang, bang! The continuous shooting didn't hit anyone, just as Fang Junnian had expected.

This was also the reason why Fang Junnian had not chosen to fire back at the pursuers before, as he was not very good at using a gun. . . .

"Assholes, don't shoot, you guys go and catch him alive." Zhang Jinhui slapped away the hand of his subordinate holding the gun and shouted with his eyes wide open.

The last time Takeda Koichi was attacked, he left no one alive, which resulted in all kinds of troubles afterwards.

So this time Zhang Jinhui made up his mind to bring Fang Junnian alive to Takeda Hirokazu.

Just as he was thinking this and giving orders to his men with glaring eyes, a muffled sound was heard. . . .

Fang Junnian jumped off the tall building with a smile on his face. At the moment of falling, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.

He seemed to see his old partner Han Shusen, the old policeman who loved drinking.

I saw those like-minded comrades who were running around like me to promote the anti-Japanese war.

He saw his beautiful wife, Mo Yanping, who had been with him since college.

I even saw the tears in the eyes of the person who introduced me when I put on the hammer and sickle badge for the first time at the age of 20.

The sound of the wind swallowed up Zhang Jinhui's angry roar, and the broken pieces of glass from his glasses scattered like silver stars in the airflow.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Donghua Trading Company, Shen Xilin returned to his room.

Thinking about the scenes of meeting Zhou Zhengqing today, the more I thought about it, the more incredible it seemed.

The commander of the Japanese military police stationed in Tianjin is actually one of our own?!

Smiling and shaking his head, Shen Xilin walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of strong liquor.

He felt that he needed alcohol to calm his restless emotions.

If it is really as the other party said to me today, all the smuggling business in North China and the high profits brought by the circulation of those in-demand commodities will become my pocket.

Shen Xilin didn't think Zhou Zhengqing was just making empty promises. He had also witnessed the strength of the Japanese gendarmerie headquarters.

Even the garrison headquarters was razed to the ground, but there was no apparent impact, which fully demonstrates the ability of Zhou Zhengqing, the military police commander.

Just when Shen Xilin was thinking about what he should do in the future and how to make use of Zhou Zhengqing's big and thick legs, the phone in the room suddenly rang.

"Who is this, so late at night?" Shen Xilin raised his hand to look at the watch. It was almost 11 o'clock.

I walked to the sofa and sat down. As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard an anxious voice on the other side saying, "Chief Shen, I've been looking for you since midnight. I called the Xilemen Ballroom, but they said you weren't there, so I kept calling your home."

Shen Xilin frowned. Of course he knew who the voice belonged to.

Because of his special identity, he is the manager of Donghua Trading Company on the surface, but his identity as the head of the Intelligence Department of Maochuan Mansion is not allowed to be made public.

So in order to get information, Shen Xilin also developed several informants in Maochuan Mansion, and the call now came from one of them.

"Oh, I didn't go to Xilemen today. I went to another dance hall. What's the hurry?" Shen Xilin explained casually and then asked indifferently.

"Chief Shen, today Captain Zhang led his men out to arrest someone. I heard from the brothers in the action team that they were going to arrest a man named Fang Junnian. Last time, you mentioned to me by chance that you had an old classmate named Fang Junnian, right?"

"Yes! There is such an old classmate. Do you know what Fang Junnian, whom Captain Zhang arrested today, does?" Shen Xilin's face darkened. He knew Fang Junnian's identity.

When he was in college, Fang Junnian was still thinking about developing himself, but what Fang Junnian didn't know was that he was already an underground party member when he was in college, and he joined the underground party earlier than Fang Junnian.

It's just because I have a special mission and it's not convenient to disclose it.

"I heard that he was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper. My brother in the action team didn't say much about the details, and I didn't dare to ask more. I'm sorry, Chief Shen."

Shen Xilin took a deep breath and said with a smile: "It's okay, thank you for telling me the news, let's meet at Xilemen tomorrow, I heard that there are several beautiful dancers there, I will arrange it for you then.

"Ah! Thank you so much, Chief Shen. I will definitely be there."