Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Then what do you mean! You bastard, you can't even bear to kill a few Chinese people. Do you still have the imperial family and His Majesty the Emperor in your eyes?" Jingren slammed the coffee table, his tone angry, and saliva flew out.

"Hey, hey, hey, Your Highness, don't get excited!" Zhou Zhengqing quickly patted Jingren on the shoulder, then said to Xiangyue Qingsi: "I believe that General Xiangyue is indeed thinking about the interests of the empire, and what he said is not unreasonable."

Xiangyue Qingsi looked at Zhou Zhengqing gratefully and said quickly, "Yes, I am also doing this for the empire to better control Tianjin. Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

"Forgive me! Humph, you haven't even solved your own problems, and yet you're still trying to save others! General Xiangyue, you're truly a kindhearted person!" Jingren said sarcastically, then pointed at the half of the pass on the coffee table: "Don't think that a few Chinese people can dispel the royal family's anger. Think about what you can do to solve your own problems first."

"Your Highness, I'm here to resolve this matter." As he spoke, Kazuki Seiji looked at Zhou Zhengqing and said, "General Takazaki, I think it's better for this matter to remain in China. We can handle it better internally and not report it back to our home country. What do you think?

My men have committed a grave error, and the military police have massacred the imperial soldiers. This is not a glorious thing after all, and it would be bad for both you and me if the news were to be spread back to the country."

"Haha, General Xiangyue, I don't care. Anyway, our military police have always had a rather barbaric image outside, and there have been many incidents of dealing with our own people. I no longer care about what is glorious or dishonorable." Zhou Zhengqing spread his hands and said, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

Faced with the aggressive Jingren and the indifferent Zhou Zhengqing, Xiangyue Qingsiren felt a little confused and didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Hashimoto Gun next to him was still clear-headed and noticed something.

He quickly stood up and said, "Your Highness, General Yingqi, the incident at the station was a complete misunderstanding.

Of course, our garrison troops are responsible for not being able to properly control the people below.

Those people in the Tianjin Public Security Association do deserve to die, but, as our commander said, Tianjin needs stability now.

So now is not the time to kill them."

"So you mean to just let it go?" Jingren asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Of course we can't just let it go like this! The Empire just needs to spare their lives temporarily. I think they will definitely be willing to offer enough redemption money to ask for forgiveness!" Hashimoto Gun said loudly.

"Forgiveness money? Do you think our royal family cares about this?" Jingren said in a deep voice, looking offended.

"Ah. Your Highness has misunderstood. The royal family certainly doesn't care about these small benefits. What I said was just a temporary compensation to spare their lives. When the time is right, they will all die!"

"This proposal is quite interesting. What do you think they can come up with?" Jingren asked with interest, his expression relaxing.

Hearing this, Hashimoto Gun felt relieved. As long as he could persuade Jingren not to report it, everything would be fine and everyone could keep the matter under wraps.

After exchanging a glance with Kazuki Seiji and receiving his nod.

Hashimoto Gun took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and placed them on the coffee table.

"Your Highness, here are the deeds to eight properties on Tianjin's most prosperous street, as well as shares in a cotton yarn textile factory. These are the compensation given to Your Highness by our garrison headquarters.

The Tianjin Public Security Association thought the incident happened suddenly, so we haven't discussed it with those committee members yet.

But I can guarantee that they will come up with a sincere enough forgiveness! It will definitely not be less than 800,000 yen!

"What do you think, Your Highness?" Hashimoto Gun looked at Jingren expectantly.

Jingren looked at the title deed and share documents on the coffee table with an expressionless face, and secretly glanced at Zhou Zhengqing beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Zhou Zhengqing noticed Jingren looking at him and nodded slightly.

After getting the hint, Jingren finally smiled and reached out to pick up the things on the coffee table.

"Yoshi, I'm very satisfied with your sincerity. I can temporarily not report this matter, but I hope you won't forget your promise.

I want money!

I will also take those people's lives in the future!"

"Hi! Please rest assured, Your Highness, our commander will definitely satisfy you!" Hashimoto Gun said with a bow.

"Hahaha, you're right, none of those bastards will be able to escape from now on!" Seeing that he had comforted Jingren, Xiangyue Qingji laughed sincerely.

"Okay, then I'll go first. I smell of diesel and need to take a bath to wash it off." Jingren smiled and stood up.

Kazuki Seiji, Hashimoto Gun and Kawabe Shozo immediately bowed in greeting.

Zhou Zhengqing also stood up helplessly.

In front of outsiders, the prince still has to be given face.

After Jingren left, the atmosphere in the office fell into a brief silence.

Zhou Zhengqing sat down by himself, his eyelids drooping, looking at his palm lines, and had no intention of asking Xiangyue Qingsi and others to sit down.

Kazuki Seiji stood there, staring at Zhou Zhengqing for more than ten seconds, then sighed, turned around and waved to Hashimoto Gun.

Upon seeing this, Hashimoto Gun immediately pulled out another stack of documents from his briefcase and placed them on the coffee table. "Master Yingqi, these are compensation." He put on a flattering smile. "Twelve properties, a cannery, a tobacco factory, and a salt production company."

Kazuki Seiji also spoke up: "Master Takazaki, now that the royal family has left, let's get straight to the point."

Zhou Zhengqing frowned and looked at Xiangyue Qingsi and said, "Is that all? You stole these from those Chinese businessmen, right?"

"General Takazaki, our garrison troops really have no money!" Hashimoto Gun said with a wry smile.

"You're lying! My people saw your garrison troops looting money everywhere in the city. It's been so many days, and Tianjin is so rich, how could they be out of money!" Ban Jing Gongda said in a deep voice.

"It's true!" Hashimoto Gun explained with a gloomy face, "Tianjin is rich, but when the war broke out, those Chinese people either fled Tianjin, hid in the concessions, or found a place to bury their property!

Most of the remaining ones are willing to surrender to the empire. We can't just rob them!

So we didn't find much money at all! And the little money we raised also had to be used as military expenses!

Our garrison troops' military funds have been lost, and we don't know what to do with the soldiers' allowances!" When Hashimoto Gun talked about the loss of military funds, he glanced at Zhou Zhengqing with a bitter face.

Zhou Zhengqing's heart trembled!

Military funds lost?

Did the garrison troops plunder Tianjin relentlessly? Could it be that the suffering of the people of Tianjin was the result of their own actions?

But on second thought, even if I wasn't there, the Japanese would probably do the same thing...

He forced himself to suppress his thoughts, his face as calm as water.

Seeing that Zhou Zhengqing was unmoved, Xiangyue Qingsi nodded to Hashimoto Gun.

The latter understood and took out another document from his briefcase.

Xiangyue Qingsi took it, then turned to look at Zhou Zhengqing and said: "Master Yingqi, there should be no misunderstandings between the military police and our garrison troops!

We don't have any conflicts of interest! The current friction is all caused by misunderstandings!" Xiangyue Qingsi said, opening the file and placing it on the coffee table in front of Zhou Zhengqing.

Zhou Zhengqing became interested and reached out to pick up the land deeds and company shares and handed them to Nakamura Shunsuke on the side, then looked at what Kazuki Seiji had just taken out.

When Zhou Zhengqing saw clearly what the document was, his eyes narrowed.

With a sneer, Zhou Zhengqing threw the document back onto the coffee table: "You garrison troops are really good at calculating!"

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Japanese Concession, Huatai Trading Company.

"Brother! It's been so long since we last met! You miss me so much! Come on, let's make one!!" As he said that, Chen Ming opened his arms and hugged Xu Zhongyi.

"Hey, hey, hey, brother... brother, don't do this. There are so many people watching us. How can it look like for two grown men like us to hug each other!" Xu Zhongyi was hugged by Chen Ming. He couldn't stand Chen Ming's enthusiasm and hurriedly said.