Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Then what do you need me to do?" Shen Xilin noticed the gleam in Zhang Xiaolan's eyes and asked anxiously.

"Brother Shen, you are from Maochuan Mansion, and this arrest operation was led by Maochuan Mansion.

Therefore, you must be extra careful during this period and avoid any rash actions. "Zhang Xiaolan's expression became serious and earnest. She knew very well how sensitive Shen Xilin's identity was during this special period.

"You must not inquire about anything related to this. Now your superiors have clearly given you the task of fully cooperating with the general to establish a trade network. This is your most important job at the moment, and it is something you must do well." She frowned slightly, staring at Shen Xilin closely, as if she wanted to engrave these words deeply in his mind.

"Don't worry, you can tell the organization that I am very familiar with business matters. I am absolutely sure about this and there will definitely be no problems." Shen Xilin assured confidently.

Seeing Shen Xilin so confident, Zhang Xiaolan felt a little worried, so she couldn't help but carefully warned him, "Don't be careless. I must tell you solemnly that there was a businessman named Xu Zhongyi in the Military Police Headquarters before."

She paused slightly, took a deep breath, and continued, "The reason why the general chose you may be because Xu Zhongyi has some irreversible problems, so don't think that the general will favor you just because he is our comrade.

You have to understand that in this dangerous and unknown environment, any small mistake may bring huge risks.

If you have any problems, the general will not hesitate to replace you, so you must always keep this in mind."

"Xu Zhongyi! I've met him. He is indeed a very smart person." Shen Xilin nodded slightly, recalling every detail of his interactions with Xu Zhongyi at the cocktail party.

Zhang Xiaolan sighed softly and interrupted Shen Xilin's recollection: "Don't interfere with the affairs of the comrades now. Everything will go according to plan. I will contact you as soon as there is any new situation.

From now on, you only need to regard yourself as the manager of Donghua Foreign Trade Company, do your job peacefully, and do not deliberately get involved in any intelligence matters to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

"Okay! I understand." Shen Xilin responded. A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew that Zhang Xiaolan was doing this for his own good, and since Zhang Xiaolan was his superior now, he had to follow her instructions.

Next, Zhang Xiaolan and Shen Xilin sat in the car and talked for a while about the detailed arrangements for future work.

However, Zhang Xiaolan was not in a good mood and her eyes were always on the street outside the car.

She was waiting for Itai Yudai to come back, her heart filled with anticipation and anxiety.

She longed to find Itai Yudai as soon as possible and discuss with him a feasible plan to rescue the arrested comrades.

Time is running out, and every minute and every second concerns the life safety of our comrades.

At the same time, she was also feeling uneasy in her heart.

Her superior had clearly told her not to interfere in the matter. She didn't know how to explain her behavior today to her superior when she returned, and she didn't know what kind of punishment would be waiting for her.

However, she felt that as long as she could rescue the arrested comrades, all the consequences and risks would be worth it.

In her heart, the lives of her comrades are far more important than her personal safety and future. This belief is as solid as a rock and cannot be shaken.

. . . . . .

Zhou Zhengqing and Zhang Xiaolan were both waiting for Itai Yudai to come back.

But what is our Itai-kun doing at this time?

The perspective changes and we arrive at the junction of the French Concession and the Japanese Concession.

On a summer afternoon, despite the scorching weather, the streets still gave off a false sense of prosperity, with crowds of people passing through, as a large number of civilians had flocked into the French Concession due to the war.

On the street, Zhang Jinhui and his men were running wildly, shouting things like "Stop, or I'll shoot if you keep running."

In front of them, there was an old-looking man running away frantically.

His steps were hurried but extremely agile, moving freely among the crowd like a nimble loach.

His eyes were filled with tension and despair, and he looked back from time to time, as if some terrible monster was chasing him.

This person is Shao Laoshuan.

At this moment, his mind was in a mess and he had no idea how he was exposed.

The large number of people who were arrested last night was like a lingering nightmare that kept haunting his mind.

From then on, he felt vaguely uneasy, as if a pair of invisible eyes were watching his every move in the dark.

Shao Laoshuan's footsteps were as fast as the wind, quickly passing through the narrow alleys and bustling streets.

My breathing was rapid and heavy, and every step I took felt like a struggle between life and death.

He didn't know why the spies were able to find him, nor did he know how much intelligence they had about the organization.

He only knew that his life was now seriously threatened and he had to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible.

"I can't be caught! I can't be caught..." Shao Laoshuan kept repeating it in his heart, as if this could give him some courage and strength.

However, his intuition told him that danger was approaching him step by step.

Relying on his familiarity with the streets of the French Concession, he tried to find a safe route that would allow him to escape the pursuers behind him.

Every alley and every fork in the road in this area could be his life-saving straw, or it could become a trap that puts him in a desperate situation.

After passing through several shops in succession, Shao Laoshuan's pace gradually slowed down, and he began to roughly recall his current location in his mind.

Suddenly, a feeling of nervousness came over him, his heartbeat quickened, and an ominous premonition spread in his heart.

Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly run into the Japanese Concession.

Damn it! Why did I run over here?

This place is full of minions of the Japanese invaders. Every patrolling Japanese soldier and every policeman on guard may be the end of his life.

Shao Laoshuan didn't have time to think about it. He turned around and ran back, trying to return to the relatively safe French Concession as soon as possible.

However, fate did not seem to let him off easily. At this moment, the disturbing footsteps sounded in his ears again, and were getting closer and closer.

Shao Laoshuan thought to himself that something was wrong, he knew that Zhang Jinhui and his team had caught up with them.

His body was getting old after all, and although he knew the terrain of the French Concession very well, he was still unable to completely shake off the pursuers behind him.

He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with helplessness and anxiety. He had no way to retreat and could only continue to escape regardless of the consequences.

Zhang Jinhui and his group were like sharks that smelled blood, biting closely from behind.