Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

When Han Shusen heard the news, his face suddenly turned ugly. He and Fang Junnian had been partners for several years, and he didn't expect that two hours ago would be the last time they met.

While feeling grief-stricken, he also felt that the situation was increasingly serious. Just as the organization decided to let Fang Junnian leave Tianjin, something unexpected happened.

This means the spies have already started taking action.

Shao Laoshuan then continued, "You have had contact with Fang Junnian before, so you might be suspected. I came here to inform you that you should be careful to keep a low profile."

Han Shusen lowered his head to think for a moment, then raised his head and said seriously, "No, I have to go to the July Theatre Club. Lao He often interacts with Fang Junnian, and I'm worried that something might go wrong with him.

The list in Fang Junnian's hand is also in the hands of Lao He, who also has a copy, as well as printing presses and promotional materials, which are also deadly things.

Many people have been to the July Drama Club to pick up those things!

The enemy may find more people through the July Theatre Club! I must destroy those things to reduce the enemy's suspicion targets!"

"It's easy to be exposed if you go. It's too dangerous." Shao Laoshuan immediately objected and said anxiously.

"I have to go!" Han Shusen said firmly, turning his head to look at the door and continued: "If the list falls into the hands of the Japanese, it will cost dozens of lives. The students and teachers of Nankai University will not be able to leave Tianjin smoothly and go south!"

Shao Laoshuan became even more anxious: "What are you going to do, Lao Han? Listen to me and wait for the organization's instructions. Don't take risks alone. If not, I'll go."

"It's too late. The enemy has already taken action. I have to go now! You are just a doorman. It's easier to arouse suspicion at this time of night! I am a patrol officer. I will go there in the name of patrol. There shouldn't be any danger. I will be careful."

Shao Laoshuan wanted to say something, but Han Shusen stopped talking, picked up the baton beside him, pushed away Shao Laoshuan who was trying to stop him, and walked straight out the door.

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Half an hour later, Han Shusen arrived at the July Drama Club.

After knocking on the back door several times with a signalman, the door was opened.

"Old Han! Why are you here?"

"Let's talk inside!" Han Shusen turned his head to look at the dim street lights behind him, then turned back to Lao He and said anxiously.

As soon as the two entered the room, Han Shusen said directly: "Old Fang is dead!"

Lao He's eyes widened in shock: "How could this be!"

"Hurry up and destroy all the promotional materials. If they are not destroyed, everyone who has come to your place will be suspected and implicated." Han Shusen reached out and grabbed Lao He's arm, saying with a very serious face.

Lao He, the boss of the July Theatre Club, took a deep breath. Seeing Han Shusen's look, he suddenly became nervous. Without asking any more questions, he turned around and led Han Shusen into the theatre club.

Arriving at the dark room, Han Shusen and Lao He divided the work, lit the brazier, and quickly burned the promotional materials.

Han Shusen was busy with his hands, but he also kept talking: "Does Lao Fang have a list with you?"

"Correct!"

"Take it out quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Lao He turned around and took out a costume from the closet. Then he bit open the corner of the costume with his upper mouth and pulled out the folded papers from inside.

Han Shusen took the list, unfolded it, and saw dozens of names on the paper.

Then, under Lao He's surprised gaze, Han Shusen threw the paper directly into the brazier. "Hey, Lao Han, why did you burn it? How will the organization contact them in the future?"

"I can't care about so many things. Saving my life is the most important thing!" Han Shusen explained quickly, and then continued to throw some other printed brochures and materials into the brazier.

There were too many printed materials, and if Han Shusen hadn't been worried that setting fire directly would attract enemies, he would have wanted to set fire to the July Drama Club.

Fang Junnian and Lao He were also very bold. They printed piles of anti-Japanese propaganda materials.

As time passed, almost half an hour, Han Shusen became more and more anxious.

Glancing at Lao He, Han Shusen pursed his lips and said, "Lao He, I'll take care of the rest. You go first and leave Tianjin immediately."

"Old Han, you!" Old He's hand holding a stack of papers trembled: "Is it really so urgent?"

Han Shusen nodded, and then urged: "Hurry up, don't go home, leave Tianjin directly and go back to your hometown in Hebei first. The organization will contact you."

"What about the drama club?"

"Oh, it's already late! The organization will make arrangements. You and Fang Junnian have been in contact too frequently. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave when the spies come to your door! Hurry up and leave!"

"Okay, Lao Han, be careful!" Lao He knew the situation was urgent, so he gave a warning, put the things in his hand next to the brazier, stood up, picked up his coat and left.

After Lao He left, Han Shusen took out the liquor flask from his arms, poured a mouthful of liquor into his mouth, and then continued with his work. The flames in the brazier danced more and more cheerfully.

More than an hour later, Han Shusen, who had dealt with everything, pushed open the back door of the July Theatre Society with a cloth bag filled with ashes in his hand.

After observing the surrounding situation, he picked up the cloth bag and quickly walked away to the side of the street.

He didn't notice that across the street, a pair of eyes filled with complicated expressions were secretly observing him.

After watching Old Han's figure disappear, the man hiding in the corner turned his gaze to a shop nearby.

After a while, two men in black short coats came out of the shop and chased in the direction Han Shusen left.

With a sigh, the figure in the corner disappeared into the darkness. . . .

When the figure appeared again, it was already at the corner of another street. He stuck half of his face out and saw Han Shusen walking towards him from the other end of the street with a baton in his hand.

At this time, Han Shusen no longer had the cloth bag in his hand. When he got closer, Han Shusen looked around and turned to walk towards a house with red lanterns hanging on the street.

"Oh, Mr. Han, you're here!" The old madam who was standing at the door to greet him, saw Han Shusen in a patrol uniform. Her old face immediately turned into a chrysanthemum. She walked forward, waving her handkerchief and took Han Shusen's arm.

Han Shusen laughed loudly and walked into the house under the pull of the brothel owner.

The figure hiding aside chuckled, waited for two minutes, and saw the two figures in black short coats again.

The man came to the house with the lantern and stood there for a while. Then he seemed to say something and left.

With a frown on his face, the figure's eyes sharpened a little, and he took a step back, disappearing into the darkness once again.

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Half an hour later, Han Shusen, wearing casual clothes, came out from the gate.

The madam stood at the gate, her face flushed as she said, "Master Han, take care!"

Han Shusen waved his hand without even turning his head, and hurried away with his head down.

"Old Han!"

He had only walked less than 300 meters when a voice rang in his ears, and then a figure standing next to a shop on the street suddenly turned around and blocked Han Shusen's way.

Shocked, Han Shusen looked up and saw a familiar face. He subconsciously shouted, "Old Tan!?"

"You're here to have fun again today, but why did you even change your clothes? Did you get them dirty while working?" The man named Lao Tan said with a smile, his voice hoarse, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, which seemed unnatural.

Looking at Old Tan in front of him, who was wearing a grey gown, Han Shusen also laughed: "How do you know I come here often?"

"Not only do I know that you come here often, I also know that every time you come out of here, you have to drink a bowl of mutton offal at the mutton offal shop at the entrance of the alley." Old Tan said in a hoarse voice.

Han Shusen pretended to be angry and asked, "Are you following me?"

"It's not really a tracking thing. It's inconvenient to talk now. See you at the mutton offal shop." After saying that, Old Tan turned around and left.

Han Shusen was left standing there, somewhat confused.

Looking at Old Tan's back, Han Shusen was full of doubts.

Lao Tan, like himself, was a patrolman in the police station. They often joked with each other and had a good relationship.

It was just that this was the first time Han Shusen had seen Old Tan like this today, and it seemed a little abnormal.