Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Watching Shen Xilin's back slowly disappear at the office door, Zhou Zhengqing leaned back in his chair slowly as if all his strength had been drained away.

I closed my eyes slightly, but my mind was a mess, with all kinds of thoughts running around, and I couldn't find peace for a moment.

Since he came into this world, his life has been like being caught in a never-ending storm.

I finally had a month of leisure on the Kaga, but after coming back, all kinds of difficult things came one after another like a tide.

The conflict between the Military Police Headquarters and the Garrison Army, the various incidents caused by Kozuki Seiji's ambition, and now Shen Xilin has created a big scene for him, letting him know that the smuggling business can be so big!

Although these things did not make Zhou Zhengqing panic, so many things piled up together were like an invisible mountain, making him increasingly exhausted physically and mentally.

Fortunately, there are people around me who can help.

Reiko will be back soon.

Lingzi is smart, thoughtful, has keen insight and excellent ability to handle affairs. More importantly, she is loyal to Zhou Zhengqing.

Regarding the business cooperation with Shen Xilin, although the benefits are huge, it is also an extremely complicated and risky matter.

Zhou Zhengqing knows that he is not cut out for business.

"I can let Lingzi take charge of the business cooperation with Shen Xilin." Zhou Zhengqing thought silently in his heart, and a look of relief appeared on his tired face.

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800 kilometers away. Nanjing.

At this time, the sky of Nanjing was covered with a layer of haze, as if foreshadowing the depressing atmosphere of the Nanjing government at the moment.

The atmosphere at No. 53 Ji'e Lane was solemn and depressing.

Dai Li sat behind his desk, his whole body sunk in it, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

During this period, his mood was extremely bad.

The Nationalist army suffered defeat after defeat on the battlefield in North China, losing cities and territories one after another. War reports came in like snowflakes, and every piece of news hit the Nanjing government like a heavy hammer.

The entire city of Nanjing was filled with a suffocating anger and panic.

"What a bunch of idiots!" Dai Li cursed in his heart.

As Peking and Tianjin were successively occupied by the Japanese army, the Military Intelligence Bureau personnel at Peking Station and Tianjin Station fell into an unprecedented predicament. They hid everywhere like headless flies, unable to find even a safe hiding place, let alone have the energy to collect intelligence.

The person in charge noticed the stagnation of intelligence work and summoned Dai Li for questioning several times.

Dai Li always had to deal with it with gritted teeth. When faced with questioning from his superiors, he could only mumble and evade the question because he knew his own business.

Although his superior still encouraged him a few words, Dai Li knew that his position was in jeopardy and if he didn't do something, he would be completely finished.

It was precisely because of this that Dai Li was anxious to have Chen Gongshu launch an anti-espionage operation in Tianjin.

As a result, they fully expected that this action would be able to boost morale, turn the tide, and give an explanation to their superiors.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

Chen Gongshu is missing, rumor has it he was rescued by a group of mysterious individuals, and the Military Control Commission's Tianjin Station has suffered a complete loss of personnel. . . .

Thinking about this, Dai Li sat in the chair, dazed, like a puppet without a soul.

His expression kept changing, sometimes angry, sometimes helpless, and sometimes showing a hint of worry.

In this suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"Come in." A low and slightly cold voice came out of Dai Li's throat.

As the door slowly opened, Zheng Yaoxian walked in with steady steps.

"Boss." Zheng Yaoxian walked to the desk and stood in front of it. He stood straight and raised his hand to salute. His movements were neat and clean, showing his military qualities.

"Old Six is here, please sit down." When Dai Li saw that the person coming was Zheng Yaoxian, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes and he forced a smile.

He pointed to the chair opposite, motioning for Zheng Yaoxian to sit down. Then, he reached out and opened a cigar box on the table, pulled out a cigar, and without hesitation, tossed it directly to Zheng Yaoxian, who had just sat down.

"Oh, thank you for the gift, boss. This is American product, a good thing." Zheng Yaoxian said with a smile. As he spoke, he put the cigar under his nose and took two deep sniffs, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Dai Li smiled bitterly, waved his hand, and said helplessly: "What a good thing! If you like it, I'll give you a box. Zhou Weilong, this guy, at this time, is still doing flattery and not doing any real work!"

"Hey, it's not easy for District Chief Zhou in Shanghai. Everyone in the Military Control Commission knows that Shanghai is a place where good and bad people mix together, and the forces of various countries are mixed together, making it a mess.

"That's because you, Boss, are good at selecting and employing people. If someone else had gone, who knows what would become of the Shanghai region." Zheng Yaoxian responded with a smile, flattering him subtly.

Dai Li smiled, but snorted coldly, raised his hand and knocked on the table, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "He, Zhou Weilong, can maintain the status quo, but now I need achievements!

My position depends on the achievements of those below me to be maintained!"

"Boss, don't get excited. Intelligence work can't be rushed. We have to take it slow." Zheng Yaoxian understood the pressure Dai Li was under at the time and quickly comforted him.

"How could I not know!" Dai Li sighed helplessly, then reached out and touched his forehead, his face full of fatigue and helplessness.

Dai Li looked up and saw the cigar in Zheng Yaoxian's hand. He reached out and pushed the cigar cutter and matches on the office towards Zheng Yaoxian, saying, "Why don't you smoke it? Sixth Brother, do you still need to be restrained in my presence?"

Zheng Yao was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted. He smiled and picked up the cigar cutter on the table. He skillfully cut the cigar, then took out a match and lit it.

In an instant, a wisp of green smoke rose up, carrying the scent of pine and filling the air.

Exhaling smoke, Zheng Yaoxian looked at Dai Li and said with a tentative smile: "Boss, I have followed you for many years. You don't like others smoking in front of you. Are you going to make me work hard again?"

Dai Li also laughed, pointed at Zheng Yaoxian and said, "If I want you to do something, do I have to give you some benefits first?"

The smile on Zheng Yaoxian's face faded, and he placed his cigar next to the ashtray, his expression becoming serious.

He raised his head, looked Dai Li in the face with a determined gaze, and said, "Boss, you know me well. I don't take external things seriously. If you want me to do anything, even if it means going through fire and water, as long as you ask, I will definitely do it."

"You!" Dai Li teased, then his smile faded, and he sighed deeply. His expression became more serious, and he slowly said, "I want you to go to Tianjin."

"Tianjin?" Zheng Yaoxian was slightly stunned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he leaned forward slightly, waiting for Dai Li's next words.