Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Hey, Captain Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Yi Wocheng also noticed Zhang Jinhui's abnormality and asked casually.

Zhang Jinhui came back to his senses, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Colonel, I don't know what's wrong, I always feel a little palpitation.

Maybe we got frightened at the Military Police Headquarters a couple of days ago. You may not know that we were arrested and forced to do hard labor for several days."

"Hahaha, Captain Zhang, I heard that the Military Police Headquarters is building a prison.

If you were arrested at this time, you would definitely be forced to work. Don't worry, you are out now, aren't you? "Yi Wo Cheng also said with a smile, but there was no concern in his eyes.

"No, Colonel, is it really okay if we burn the pass to the Military Police Headquarters like this? If the Military Police Headquarters investigates it later..." Zhang Jinhui's voice was full of worry.

Yi Wocheng also looked at Zhang Jinhui with a disdainful smile on his face.

In his eyes, Zhang Jinhui was just a small-time character who was not worthy of being on the stage and was extremely timid.

While thinking this, Yiga Chengye reached out and patted Zhang Jinhui's shoulder: "Captain Zhang, no need..."

The words had just come out of my mouth.

boom.

A crisp gunshot rang out in the station.

The sharp gunshot, like thunder, echoed in the quiet station.

Everyone was stunned. Type 38 rifle! Who fired it accidentally?

After all, Iga Makoto had served in a combat unit. He immediately determined that it was the sound of a Type 38 rifle. His face instantly became gloomy and his brows were furrowed.

But the thought just came to his mind, and he hadn't even asked it yet!

Bang bang bang... Dada dada da... Puff puff puff...

ah!..

On the west side of the platform, there is a seemingly ordinary warehouse.

The wooden walls have been eroded by the years and are mottled. The iron gate is also rusted, as if telling its vicissitudes of history.

Who would have thought that in this seemingly calm warehouse, there was a force hidden that was about to explode, like a volcano about to erupt, waiting to release the energy to destroy everything at the critical moment.

Early this morning, a special force consisting of a squadron of military police and two Type 2 tanks quietly sneaked into Tianjin Station.

Like ghosts, they hid in the warehouse under the cover of morning light, avoiding everyone's sight.

In the tank's cockpit, the young soldier Yamamoto was sitting nervously, holding the joystick tightly with both hands.

He never thought that His Royal Highness the Prince would choose the tank he was driving this time, which made him extremely nervous.

In the commander's seat, Jingren, wearing a tank combat uniform, was leaning out half of his body and chatting quietly with Gan Tianyouren outside. There was a relaxed smile on his face, as if he didn't take the upcoming battle seriously.

At this moment, the military police guarding the telephone suddenly stood up straight.

"Hi! Hi! Got it!" A few short words made Jingren and Gan Tianyouren, who were talking, stop talking. They turned their heads and looked at the military police who answered the phone at the same time.

The volcano erupted.

Jingren slammed the commander's hatch of the Type 2 tank shut with brute force, making a dull and loud noise, as if it was a prelude to the outbreak of war.

Immediately afterwards, the engine at the rear of the Type 2 tank started, and the power system transmitted a steady stream of power through a complex transmission device.

As the engine runs, streams of diesel-smelling exhaust gas are emitted from the exhaust port, and the pungent smell quickly fills the air.

The entire tank began to shake violently, like a giant beast about to break free from its restraints.

"It's time!" Yuto Gantian shouted, his voice was like thunder, breaking the silence of the warehouse.

There was an excited and ferocious smile on his face, and his eyes revealed endless murderous intent.

"Hi!" The gendarmes responded in unison, their voices uniform and powerful.

They are already eager to try and can't wait to earn some yen.

The seemingly solid wooden wall of the old warehouse near the platform was torn apart the next moment. The huge impact force caused wood chips to fly up like snowflakes, sparkling with golden light under the sunlight.

However, behind this beautiful scene lies the breath of death.

Two streams of metal fired from 7.92mm MG34 general-purpose machine guns emerged from the warehouse, and the tracer bullets dragged out bright trails, licking towards the platform like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

That sharp whistling sound is the call of death.

At the same time, nine Taisho 9-type machine guns also began to roar.

Although their firepower is not as fierce as that of tank machine guns, they also played a huge role at this moment.

The soldier in charge of the operation was full of excitement, holding the trigger tightly and his eyes were full of fanaticism.

The loader on the side saw this and frowned inwardly. Although the machine gun was well maintained, it would easily jam if it continued firing like it was now. Then he would have to deal with this troublesome matter again.

He unconsciously glanced at the two Type 92 heavy machine guns mounted on the side. The powerful machine guns made him envious.

He tightened the five-round magazine in his hand, sighed helplessly, and turned his gaze back to the Taisho 5-year model in front of him, ready to reload at any time.

Inside the warehouse, the military police hid in the machine gun positions and on both sides of the Type 2 tank, relying on the gaps between the windows and the wooden walls, and they did not rest their Type 38 rifles.

The military police, with narrowed eyes, poured bullets outside.

There was a hideous grin in his eyes, as if the garrison troops and spies outside were their prey.

They couldn't waste five minutes of shooting time. There were only less than two hundred garrison troops and secret agents outside. If they fired one less shot, they would lose one point in reward! These were all Japanese yen!

. . . . . . . . .

"Damn it! What's going on?" Iga Makoto widened his eyes in horror and looked around.

The voice was trembling, full of fear and doubt.

Before he could react, a bullet flew past, brushed past his ear and hit the fence behind him, splashing a string of sparks.

The hot sparks splashed on his face, making him feel a palpitation and his face turned pale with fear.

He turned around and hid behind the huge concrete support column next to him, curling up into a ball.

Zhang Jinhui's reaction was not slow either. Seeing the policemen gathered there being cut down by the flames like wheat, he lay down on the ground without hesitation, then rolled over quickly and fled towards the platform near the train.

The next second, there were short bursts of "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound was similar to that of a heavy machine gun, but with a higher pitch.

"Swish - bang" a series of sounds that Zhang Jinhui had never heard of exploded in his ears. It was the sound of the 20mm machine gun of the Type tank firing.

A large amount of debris from the concrete floor flew up, like sharp blades, hitting Zhang Jinhui's back, face, arms and thighs.

The piercing pain made him grimace in pain, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead.

At this time, the engine of the Type 2 tank roared, and the huge sound echoed in the station, like the horn of war.

Slowly knocking through the already tattered wooden wall and driving out of the warehouse, the steel armor flashed a cold light in the sunlight, emitting the breath of death.