Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

As soon as the door closed, Itai Yudai rushed out of the office building like a wild horse.

It was not until he had run a long way that he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, with cold sweat running down his temples.

He kept thinking in his mind: "Shanghai... That place will soon become the main battlefield! The situation is completely different from that in Beijing and Tianjin. North China is close to Manchukuo, so there is still a way out.

But Shanghai, if the imperial army fails, will be driven into the sea to feed the fish! I can't let the general remember me and bear a grudge against me, so I really have to send me to the front line...

Thinking of the flying shrapnel and the pungent smell of gunpowder on the battlefield, he couldn't help but shudder. He quickly shook his head to get rid of these thoughts. "I have to stay away from the general for the time being. Don't get caught up as a soldier!"

Meanwhile, Kazuki Seiji was leaning back comfortably on the leather seat of his car. Thinking of the weapons and equipment that were about to be sold, his smile deepened. "As long as the military police start disposing of those weapons and equipment, I can catch them red-handed..."

Kazuki Seiji had no idea that his so-called plan was meaningless.

Human relationships are as thin as paper, and the world changes like chess.

While Kazuki Seiji was still feeling smug about the evidence he was about to get, Zhou Zhengqing had already made a fatal move on the chessboard.

The game has not ended yet, but the winner has been decided.

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French Concession.

In a private room of a teahouse, a copper table lamp cast a dim glow, giving a hazy outline to the figure in a gray cloth gown. The man wore round-framed glasses, and his slender fingers were stroking the celadon teacup. The ripples on the surface of the tea soup reflected his furrowed brow.

"Team Leader, we still see Japanese plainclothes officers outside today." A young man in a black short coat flashed back from the window like a ghost, his voice very low: "It looks like the search will not be over for a while."

The bespectacled man who was called the team leader snorted coldly and placed the teacup heavily on the mahogany table, causing a circle of tiny ripples.

"Japanese, a bunch of hungry dogs!" He cursed under his breath, his eyes sharp behind the lenses.

"It seems the French are no match for them. They actually let the Japanese run rampant in the concession with weapons!"

"That's perfectly normal." The man with glasses sneered. "These foreigners aren't superhuman, but they're also bullies who fear the strong. Last time the Japanese military police attacked, the entire French Concession was nearly destroyed. How can you expect the French not to be afraid?"

Tianjin is now dominated by the Japanese. The French, haha, are like geese with their necks strangled, and can only flap their wings.

Before he finished speaking, clear footsteps were suddenly heard on the stairs.

The two young men tensed up instantly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Another young man by the window hunched over and retreated to the table, his voice a little nervous: "I didn't see anyone approaching. The person who came in came from somewhere else!"

He instinctively reached for his waist, but the man with glasses raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't move yet. The people coming here are walking normally."

This teahouse is just a temporary observation point. Drawing a gun rashly may cause unnecessary trouble. The Japanese are searching the entire city at this moment. Any disturbance may lead to a catastrophic disaster.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the two young men moved towards the door at the same time, their fingers quietly resting on the gun handles.

Soon, the footsteps quickly reached the second floor, and the person who came was actually a concession policeman.

The policeman walked into the room with a flick of the short stick in his hand.

"Routine inspection, bring out all your documents." A hoarse voice exploded in the private room, and all three of them were stunned.

The man with glasses sitting at the table reacted very quickly and quickly pulled his felt hat down to cover half of his face.

The young man at the door had already stepped forward and deliberately raised his voice: "Isn't this a place to listen to opera? What are you investigating? You, a patrol officer, are not idle, are you?"

The air in the private room seemed to freeze.

The dim light cast swaying shadows on the damp walls, and the hot steam from the teacup rose up and quickly dissipated in the humid air.

The French Concession patrolman held a short stick and stared blankly into space, as if the person in front of him didn't exist at all.

The voice was hoarse and low, with a strange dullness.

"Are you listening to opera in a private room? I see the opera you're listening to...isn't in this teahouse."

This sentence made the three people in the private room feel nervous, as there was something else behind the words.

"Inspector Henry from the French Concession is an acquaintance of ours. You must know where to investigate and where not to investigate." The young man near the door shouted in a deep voice, trying to intimidate the other party with Henry's name.

However, the policeman did not back down as expected. Instead, he slowly turned his head and his gaze finally fell on the face of the person who spoke. His eyes were empty and lifeless, yet revealed a hint of indescribable weirdness.

"You mentioned Inspector Henry to me?" The constable grinned, but it was stiff. "That's perfect. If you don't have any ID, come back to the station with me! I'll explain everything to Henry in person."

"You! You don't know how to live or die!" Anger instantly ignited in the eyes of the two young men. They were members of the action team of the Military Unification Department. Killing one or two concession policemen was nothing.

"Hey!" The man with glasses raised his hand to stop him in time, and then waved.

The two young men gritted their teeth and endured. One of them quickly pulled out a few French banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the patrolman. "Sir, are these enough to let you pass?"

The policeman glanced at the banknotes, reached out to take them, but did not turn around and leave as they wished. Instead, he walked towards the private room table.

"Stop!" a young man shouted and stretched out his hand to stop him.

However, the policeman just raised his short stick coldly and blocked it lightly, forcing the young man back two steps.

The short stick hit the edge of the table, making a crisp sound that was particularly harsh in the quiet private room.

The policeman walked straight to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down facing the man with glasses.

He placed the short stick horizontally on the table, then threw the French currency on the table, his movements slow and deliberate.

"What do you mean?" The young man who followed asked in a deep voice, and at the same time winked at his companion. The two of them quietly touched the gun handles at their waists.

The policeman ignored their threats and slowly straightened his short stick. Then he raised his head, staring intently at the man with glasses who was looking down opposite him, and said in a tone that was so calm that it was almost eerie:

"I'm waiting for someone here today."

This sentence is not a question, but a statement, with unquestionable certainty.

The air in the room seemed to freeze suddenly. The two young men had their hands on their guns, their knuckles turning slightly white.

"The person sitting opposite is..." The policeman paused, a strange smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "his code name is Shadow."

These words were like a thunderbolt, striking the man with glasses in the heart!

He suddenly raised his head, and for the first time, his eyes behind the lenses looked directly at the policeman. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, yet filled with shock and confusion that was difficult to conceal.

How could this seemingly clueless police officer know his own code name?!