Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

As expected of the 4th Division, as long as they are given some tips, they will start to climb up the ladder and become middlemen! !

Zhou Zhengqing frowned slightly, his eyes deep.

He knew that Nanzō Yūko had been with Doihara in the intelligence world for many years and would never make mistakes in the things she reported.

Therefore, he believed that the information provided by Nanzō Yunko was true and reliable, and the actual situation could only be more serious than she described.

The Fourth Division is definitely more unscrupulous!

Is it because after I left Harbin, the 4th Division became the local tyrant and no longer had any scruples?

Zhou Zhengqing did not object to obtaining weapons and equipment from the Kwantung Army.

Under the current situation, it can not only increase the combat effectiveness of the Chinese army, but also obtain money, and even expand the business in the future, and it can also indirectly corrupt the combat effectiveness of the 4th Division and even the entire Kwantung Army.

However, the premise of all this is that it must be done secretly and cleverly without alerting the enemy.

Zhou Zhengqing believed that the 4th Division and Xu Zhongyi were tampering with weapons and equipment so blatantly, which was extremely wrong.

When this kind of transaction is conducted in secret, everyone is tacitly aware of it and each gets what they need. As long as they are cautious enough, they may be able to live in peace for a while.

But once this shady business is made public, it will become almost impossible to continue engaging in this kind of weapons and equipment trading activity.

Before, because everyone was in Manchukuo and was relying on the giant Kwantung Army to suck their blood, no one would jump out and say anything.

But I didn't expect that Xiangyue Qingji would be so desperate that he wanted to overturn the table, and he wanted to start with himself.

The Kwantung Army was also brought along.

This is obviously a gamble. If he wins, he will be in power and then try to make amends and repair the relationship.

Even if he loses the bet, it won't be worse than it is now. After all, he is a lieutenant general, and it is unlikely that he will encounter a situation that endangers his own safety. At most, he will return to his country and sit on the bench.

Zhou Zhengqing paced slowly back and forth in the office.

A few minutes passed, and time seemed to stretch out indefinitely. Zhou Zhengqing finally stopped, his gaze fixed on Nanzō Yunko, who was still kneeling on the ground. He lowered his head slightly and whispered, "Get up first."

After hearing the order, Nanzō Yunko quickly stood up, tidied her clothes and hair, and looked at Zhou Zhengqing with a hint of expectation in her eyes, waiting for Zhou Zhengqing's further instructions.

Ignoring Nanzō Yunko, Zhou Zhengqing walked straight towards the desk.

He raised his hand and picked up the phone. "Communications room?" Zhou Zhengqing said in a low and serious voice, "Arrange a line for me. I want to speak to General Kenkichi Ueda of the Kwantung Army Headquarters."

In this day and age, although the telephone as a communication tool has appeared and gradually become popular, long-distance communication faces many technical difficulties.

Long-distance communications must be achieved through manual switches, which is a very tedious and complicated process.

Moreover, the effective transmission distance of a single line usually does not exceed 30 kilometers. If you want to transmit the signal to a farther place, you must pass through a relay station and rely on manual relay to extend the coverage range.

Therefore, Zhou Zhengqing wanted to communicate directly with the Kwantung Army Headquarters in Fengtian, which meant that a series of complex line adjustments would be required, which would take at least more than half an hour.

During this process, any problem in any link may cause the call to fail.

Of course, as the military police commander, Zhou Zhengqing didn't need to worry about these specific technical details. He only needed to issue clear orders and then wait quietly for the line to connect.

"Young Master, what do you want from General Ueda?" Nanzō Yunko, who had already come to the desk, asked curiously.

"Let General Ueda delay the formation of the North China Expeditionary Army. I want to prepare a gift for Kazuki Seiji." Zhou Zhengqing put down the phone with a cold voice.

"You want to take action against Kazuki Seiji?"

"Tashiro Kan'ichirō is dead, and it's hard to understand why Katsuki Seiji died again in an unclear manner within a short period of time." Zhou Zhengqing talked to himself, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to Nanzō Yunko.

Seeing that Nanzō Yunko was about to ask more questions, Zhou Zhengqing spoke first, "Yunko, go back to the Special High Section first. I will arrange things. You just do your job well and strengthen the intelligence gathering work on all aspects of Tianjin.

Also, you planted an insider in the garrison headquarters, so you should reward him generously; he will be of use in the future."

"Hey Yi, Yunzi understands."

Although Nanzō Yunko was curious and wanted to know what Zhou Zhengqing wanted to do specifically, she did not ask any further. She bowed and turned to leave.

After Nanzō Yunko left, Zhou Zhengqing picked up the phone again and called the security office: "Is Section Chief Itai back?"

"Report to the General, Section Chief Itai hasn't returned yet."

"I understand. When he comes back, let him come to see me immediately."

"Hi Yi!"

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At the gate of the military police headquarters, the guard squad leader, who had just put down the phone, looked up and saw Zhang Xiaolan walking out of the headquarters.

The moment the guard squad leader saw her, a smile immediately broke out on his face, as if he had suddenly met an old friend, and he hurried out from the gatehouse to greet her.

"Translator Zhang, are you going out?" There was a hint of enthusiasm in the guard squad leader's voice.

This is the general's woman as rumored, and her enthusiasm is absolutely correct.

"Xiao Yangjun, it's your turn today." Zhang Xiaolan had calmed down in her office by now. Her face was filled with a calm and natural smile, with no trace of having cried just now.

"Yes." The military police squad leader named Xiao Yang smiled even more. He scratched his head, revealing a set of uneven but very white teeth, and continued, "I've been in Tianjin for so long, and my daily life is just training and being a security guard. It's really boring.

Sometimes I feel like I am nailed to this land and can’t go anywhere.

I don’t know when I’ll have the chance to go out on patrol every day like I did in Harbin.” Speaking of this, Xiao Yang’s eyes revealed a hint of longing and nostalgia.

"Hehe, Xiao Yangjun's pockets are empty, right? I remember it's only been a few days since the allowance was issued. How come you were fascinated by the colorful world of the Japanese Concession in Tianjin and spent a month's allowance in just a few days?" Zhang Xiaolan tilted her head slightly and joked.

Hearing this, Xiao Yang on the opposite side was stunned at first. Obviously, he didn't expect that Zhang Xiaolan would play such a joke on him today.

Zhang Xiaolan used to be a rather aloof person and rarely had such relaxed interactions with him.

For a moment, a look of surprise appeared on his face, but he quickly regained his smile and said, “No, no, no, I’m not short of money, I’m just too bored.

When I was in Harbin, although it was tiring to go out on patrol every day, my life was so fulfilling and time seemed to pass quickly. But now, with nothing to do every day, I feel empty inside.

Although Xiao Yang felt very strange about Zhang Xiaolan's abnormal behavior today, he still continued with a smile.

"Do I need to talk to Chief of Staff Nakamura and ask him to let you work a few more days at the construction site so that you don't have to sit idle and complain all the time?" Zhang Xiaolan smiled with her hands covering her mouth, a hint of ridicule in her eyes.