Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Just as Xiangyue Qingsi reached out to take out a cigar, Jingren waved his hand and refused, "No, this kind of cigar is issued to imperial generals. A small person like me can't afford it."

After saying that, Jingren waved for Shunsuke Nakamura to come over.

Nakamura Shunsuke glanced at the awkwardly standing Kazuki Seiji, and secretly complained in his heart: "Well, Prince Jingren is really angry today. You are not qualified to smoke the general's cigar, but you only know how to command me, a lieutenant, right? Why don't you admit that you are a lieutenant now!"

He quickly stepped forward, handed over his cigarette, and personally struck a match to light a cigarette for Jingren. The "sizzling" sound of the burning match could be clearly heard in the quiet living room.

Whether in the Kyoto gendarmerie or in China, Shunsuke Nakamura was the one who lit cigarettes for others, so his movements were skillful and natural.

"Chief of Staff Nakamura, you are the second-in-command of our military police headquarters. Why are you still using matches? Can't you even afford a lighter?" Jingren took a puff of cigarette and asked curiously as he watched Nakamura Shunsuke put the matches back into his pocket.

"That's not true. A lighter is only a few dollars, so of course I can afford it," Nakamura Shunsuke explained quickly, his face flushing slightly. "I heard from Koto Saburo that the Empire will soon raise military supply standards and issue high-end lighters and other non-essential items to officers above the rank of Major. I just can't be bothered to buy them myself."

As Shunsuke Nakamura spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and the blush on his face became more and more obvious.

Jingren couldn't help but laugh when he heard what Nakamura Shunsuke said. He had heard from Itai Yudai and others that the Chief of Staff, Nakamura Shunsuke, was from a humble background and was more interested in money.

Today I have finally experienced it. This is not just love of money, it can be considered stinginess.

In the reception room, cigarette smoke was rising, and Prince Jingren and Nakamura Shunsuke were still chatting. Their voices were not loud, but they were heard clearly by Kazuki Seiji and the other two.

Kazuki Seiji's expression was as stiff as stone, and he bent his waist even lower, but he still couldn't relieve the anxiety in his heart.

Hashimoto Gun and Kawabe Masamune stood behind Kazuki Seiji like two wooden sculptures, even their breathing became cautious.

Fortunately, this suffocating silence didn't last long. Jingren took two puffs of his cigarette, then finally turned his gaze to Xiangyue Qingsi and said calmly, "I almost forgot about the main thing. What are you guys here for this time?"

After a pause, Jingren added: "After receiving you, I still have to go send a message, so don't waste time."

Kazuki Seiji's pupils shrank - the word "send a message" was like a thunderclap!

Only then did he realize that Jingren mentioned sending a telegram twice, which was a reminder to him!

This was intended to report the conflict at the train station directly to the Emperor or higher-ups! If that were to happen, he would be put in a passive position!

No! This must be stopped!

Kazuki Seiji bent even deeper, a flattering smile plastered on his face, his tone urgent and respectful, "Your Highness, are you going to report to His Majesty the Emperor about the accidental discharge of a gun at the train station today? If so, please listen to my explanation first! Please!"

After saying this, he, along with Hashimoto Gun and Kawabe Masamitsu, bowed 90 degrees, their posture extremely humble.

Jingren chuckled, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes:

"Accidental discharge? Hahaha, General Xiangyue, those who died at the train station were all your soldiers, right? Wouldn't your conclusion chill the hearts of your soldiers?"

Xiangyue Qingsi's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to calm his expression and said in a deep voice, "That's their own fault. They committed the heinous crime of insulting the gift given by the Emperor. They deserve to die!"

As soon as the words fell, the air in the living room seemed to freeze. Hashimoto Gun and Kawabe Shozo's bodies stiffened slightly, a hint of unease flashing in their eyes.

Jingren's smile remained unchanged as he continued to taunt, "How cold-hearted! A Lieutenant General is indeed a Lieutenant General. His heart is incredibly cold and hard. A mere second lieutenant like me will never be able to learn that."

He paused again, a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "As for me, when I see the royal property being insulted, I can't help but want to kill.

If I had half the cunning of General Xiangyue, I wouldn't be in this awkward situation for both of us, don't you think? "

As he spoke, Jingren took out a half-burned piece of paper from his pocket and threw it on the coffee table:

"Here, let's take a look."

Kazuki Seiji immediately stepped forward and carefully picked up the torn piece of paper with both hands.

As soon as his fingertips touched the paper, his pupils suddenly contracted.

On the scrap of paper, the seal consisting of the words "Royal Military Police Headquarters" had been half burned off. Most importantly, there were some patterns surrounding these words!

This is!

16-petal chrysanthemum pattern! The royal family crest!

Kazuki Seiji's hands began to tremble slightly, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

He suddenly remembered that he had been busy with affairs these days, including the placement of reinforcements and the trivial matters of the garrison, and had never noticed that there was such an important royal symbol on the seal of the Military Police Headquarters!

What’s even more terrifying is that this seal was half burned...

Jingren's voice remained calm, but to Xiangyue Qingsi it sounded like the whisper of death: "Do you see the 16-petal chrysanthemum pattern on it?

This is the seal specially bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor on the Imperial Military Police, and together with the Imperial Military Police Regiment Flag bestowed upon the Military Police Regiment, both are authorized to use the Imperial Chrysanthemum Pattern."

At this point, Jingren sneered:

"It's a pity that, just like the pass in your hand, the 16-petal chrysanthemum pattern on it is already damaged.

If it is caused in battle with the enemy, it is a great honor.

But! All of this was destroyed by our own people, or even not our own people, but by the dogs raised by your garrison troops! " Jingren's tone suddenly became heavier in the last sentence, and his eyes pierced Xiangyue Qingsi like a knife.

Xiangyue Qingji felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and his breathing became rapid and difficult.

The 16-petal chrysanthemum pattern is not just a seal, but also a symbol of imperial power!

Now that it has been destroyed, what is involved is not just the lives of hundreds of soldiers, but the political credibility of the entire North China Garrison Army!

Jingren withdrew his feet from the coffee table and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

His eyes fixed on the pale face of Kazuki Seiji, his voice low and cold: "Please begin to explain, Lieutenant General Kazuki Seiji, Commander of the North China Garrison Army."

This bastard, Seiya Giga, hurt me!!!

Is he blind? He can’t even see such an important chrysanthemum pattern!!!

Kazuki Seiji was roaring in his heart!

My lips moved, and I tried to open my mouth several times but I didn’t know what to say.