Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

As he spoke, Kazuki Seiji raised his hand and pointed at the three Japanese officers in lieutenant general uniforms standing beside him.

Zhou Zhengqing nodded slightly and responded, "Oh, then I'll trouble you, General Xiangyue." After that, he also turned his gaze to the three people.

Kazuki Seiji raised his lips slightly and said modestly, "You're welcome." Then, he pointed to one of the lieutenant generals with a square face, a beard, a short stature but a big head, and began to introduce him, "This is Lieutenant General Itagaki Seishirō, the commander of the Imperial 5th Division, also known as the Hiroshima Division.

Under his leadership, the Fifth Division has always been known for its strong combat effectiveness and is known as the 'Steel Army'. It is one of the seven standing divisions formed by the Empire at the earliest and is considered the backbone of the Imperial Army. This time, together with other divisions, it was ordered to reinforce the war in North China, so it happened to arrive in Tianjin this time. "When Kazuki Seiji introduced it, he did not hide his envy for this unit.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Itagaki Seishirō bowed deeply to Jingren first, then bowed to Zhou Zhengqing and said politely, "General Yingzaki, it's our first meeting. I hope you can take care of me."

Zhou Zhengqing nodded in response with a faint smile on his face. He didn't know much about the 5th Division, and he had only heard of Itagaki Seishirō. Moreover, when he heard the word "Hiroshima", the first thought that came to Zhou Zhengqing's mind was that someone had thrown a big firecracker at him for no reason.

Then, Kazuki Seiji extended his hand to another person and introduced him, "General Takazaki, this is Lieutenant General Tani Hisao, the commander of the Imperial 6th Division, also known as the Kumamoto Division. His 6th Division, like the 5th Division, is the absolute main force of the army."

Zhou Zhengqing's eyes fell on Tani Hisao, and his first impression was that he thought of Wu Dalang. He thought to himself, they are exactly alike, with the same short and fat stature. Among the Japanese, who are generally short, Tani Hisao can be regarded as the shortest of the short, and his stature is quite strong.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Prince, and greetings to Master Takazaki." Tani Hisao shouted in a muffled voice, and then bowed deeply in salute.

"Haha, Tani Hisao and I are good friends. He is introverted and a little eccentric. He is not very good at speaking, but he is very good at commanding operations." Katsuki Seiji hurriedly explained.

Zhou Zhengqing still smiled and nodded in response. Facing these Japanese division commanders, Zhou Zhengqing was still unaware of their various atrocities in the war of aggression against China, and did not have any special feelings at the moment.

"And this one, Lieutenant General Isogai Lianjie, commander of the 10th Division, Himeji Division. The 10th Division he is in is the most well-equipped unit in the Empire, and is regarded by the Army as a model for modern divisions." Katsuki Seiji then introduced the last person, and after a short pause, he added: "General Isogai graduated from the 16th class of the Japanese Army Academy, and was a classmate of General Sakagami and Doihara Kenji."

As soon as these words were spoken, Itagaki Seishirō and Isogai Rensuke looked at each other, and then both cast dissatisfied glances at Katsuki Seiji.

After all, they were both in high positions and had great power, so they naturally knew that there had been conflicts between Kenji Doihara and Zhou Zhengqing. These words were nothing more than "putting on eye drops" in front of them.

"Haha, General Kazuki, we are not the only ones who graduated from the 16th class of the Imperial Army Academy. People like Okamura Neiji, Nagata Tetsuzan, Ando Toshikichi, Obata Toshishiro, etc. are all our classmates. Don't just bring up Kenji Doihara. When we were in school, we also couldn't stand Kenji Doihara. He was too insidious and liked to hide behind the scenes to stir up trouble. He didn't have the spirit of Bushido at all."

Itagaki Seishirō glanced at Kozuki Seiji with a sidelong glance, feeling unhappy. He now understood why Daihui Naoki felt disgusted when he first met Kozuki Seiji. He was indeed a narrow-minded person.

Seeing this, Katsuki Seiji hurriedly said, "I just mentioned it casually, don't mind it. Since Doihara Kenji committed treason and his whereabouts are unknown, he is no longer worthy of being considered your classmate." Although Katsuki Seiji apologized, he deliberately mentioned the treason and the title of classmate, which made Itagaki Seishirō and Isogai Rensuke frown even deeper and their faces became even gloomier.

"Haha, forget it, since Prince Jingren and General Takazaki are here, let's go in. Everyone is waiting, and there are many important things to do." Katsuki Seiji didn't wait for the two to get angry, and hurriedly changed the subject. At the same time, he vaguely mentioned that there were reporters present, secretly reminding Itagaki Seishirō and Isogai Rensuke to control their temper.

Zhou Zhengqing sneered in his heart, thinking that this Xiangyue Qingsi was not a good person. He had always been at odds with Dahui Zhishu, and now he was trying to sow discord between the two of them. He really didn't know what he was planning. However, he didn't want to think too much. In his opinion, the more chaos there was in the army, the better it was for him.

Zhou Zhengqing touched his nose while thinking, winked at Jingren beside him, and then walked towards the inside of the venue under the guidance of Xiangyue Qingji.

As you enter the venue, you can see at a glance that hundreds of chairs under the temporary rostrum are already occupied.

There was also a group of people in long gowns standing below the stage. They looked like decent human beings, but they were standing on one side with their backs hunched and an attitude of fawning.

As Zhou Zhengqing and his party entered, the spotlights twinkled like stars. A Japanese reporter from the North China Daily, wearing a black suit, quickly wrote down in his notebook: "Today's ceremony is unprecedentedly grand. The flower of Sino-Japanese friendship blooms in the land of Tianjin..."

Meeting these traitors and lackeys was a much simpler process. The introduction was just a random name, and Zhou Zhengqing mostly just nodded.

Afterwards, under the guidance of Seiji Kazuki, they came to a row of sofas specially placed next to the podium and sat down. Then someone filled the coffee table in front of them with fruits and tea.

Soon, Kazuki Seiji signaled that the ceremony could begin.

Then, the group of "old bones" wearing long gowns came onto the podium.

Gao Lingyun, chairman of the pseudo-Tianjin Public Security Maintenance Committee, stroked his chest with the second-class Wenhu Medal awarded by the Beiyang government while reading the "Public Security Declaration" with saliva flying. The opening was a long speech, boasting about how good Japan was and claiming that it was saving the citizens of Tianjin from danger.

Zhou Zhengqing was totally confused by the flowery sentences and didn't understand most of them.

The speech lasted for more than twenty minutes. Gao Lingxuan spoke with great enthusiasm, as if being a traitor had become his lifelong career.

At the end of his speech, he shouted hoarsely, "Our colleagues in this association swear to use their iron-blooded spirit to sweep away the evil, restore the market, and ensure that the people of Tianjin can live and work in peace and contentment..."

Zhou Zhengqing naturally understood this plain statement, but when he recalled the broken walls and ruins he had seen along the way, he wondered how Gao Lingxuan had the nerve to say that the people there lived in peace and contentment. . . .

Next to Gao Lingyun, Niu Chuanshen, the former Minister of Finance of the Beiyang Government, was wiping his lenses with a silk handkerchief. His face remained expressionless, but he was secretly exchanging meaningful glances with Liu Shaokun.

His shiny hair was combed back into a slicked-back style, as if every strand of hair was showing off his "tribute to the emperor".

Sitting nearby were Shen Tongwu, Wang Zhulin, Sun Runyu and a dozen others, all of them looking radiant and proud.

Among the crowd outside the venue, many Tianjin citizens and Japanese expatriates who were dragged in forcibly held plaster flags and, led by a leader, weakly hummed "Kimi ga Yo".

In a corner of the venue, the pseudo-police chief Liu Yushu was in charge. This officer, who was once known as a "butcher" under Sun Chuanfang, was scanning every person entering the venue with a hawk-like gaze, and occasionally looking at the rostrum, his eyes were full of mockery.

He was also scheduled to be on the rostrum, but he knew that it was too dangerous and unwise to show up at this time. After all, Tianjin had just been occupied by the Japanese army, and the hidden spies of the Nanjing government had not yet been eliminated. How could they sit back and watch the so-called "Tianjin Security Committee" be unveiled smoothly?

Not far from the venue, a few fallen leaves were slowly falling from the sycamore tree.

Under the shade of a tree, three men dressed as dock workers were using tools to remove a “Return Our Homeland” slogan nailed to a tree trunk under the surveillance of the Japanese army.

They were originally captured from nearby areas by the Japanese army as able-bodied men. No one knew when slogans were nailed to many tree trunks in the park.

Seeing the singing of "Kimi ga Yo" getting louder and louder in the distance, they knew that the ceremony had reached its climax. The three looked at each other, and one of them murmured, "No matter how well the stage is built, it can't stop the fire from burning..."

Seiji Katsuki thought that his plan was thorough, and the time of the establishment of the "Public Security Maintenance Committee" was kept strictly confidential. Zhou Zhengqing only received the notice one day in advance.

However, just as Liu Yushu worried, the Military Control Commission still found a way to get through. Although the Japanese sentries were densely packed, with a sentry every three steps and a sentry every five steps, the weakness of human nature eventually allowed them to find loopholes. After all, the Japanese were lazy by nature, had a sense of superiority, and liked to drive people to work.

The slogans on the trees in the park are the masterpieces of the Military Control Commission’s Tianjin Station.

At this time, in a small building not far away, Chen Gongshu was hiding behind the curtains, holding the telescope steadily in his hand, his eyes fixed on the direction of the venue.