Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The air in the room seemed to be ignited, so tense that it almost solidified.

Old Tan's eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at the shadow intently.

"But during the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, the Second Department clearly sent people..." Shadow wanted to continue speaking eagerly.

"That's enough!" Old Tan suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing the tea in his cup to spill out. "Don't mention Marco Polo Bridge to me! We lost Peking and Tianjin in a month, how dare you say this!"

Shadow was stunned by Old Tan's sudden and intense reaction.

He sat there blankly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, and then he cautiously asked, "Teacher, do you... know something too?"

Old Tan took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and it took him a while to calm down.

He loves this country so much that he changed his appearance and joined the Military Unification Department for the sake of the country.

Hanging out in Tianjin, a place where good and bad people mix.

But what I see now is that Peking and Tianjin have been occupied one after another, and North China is in danger. The anger in my heart has long been suppressed.

And I am here, still thinking about internal strife!

After a long while, Old Tan finally calmed down and resumed his composure, saying, "I've been living in North China for so many years. Did I just eat for nothing?"

His voice was low and cold: "I can tell you clearly that even if Dai Li really had some collusion with the Japanese military police, just because he killed so many Japanese soldiers under the city of Wanping, we should not make a fuss about this matter!"

"Teacher." Shadow was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice unconsciously rose a few degrees: "What you know, don't the Japanese themselves know?

If we don't make a fuss about it, the Japanese will settle accounts sooner or later! Why don't we take advantage of it first? "

"That's the Japanese' own business! We don't need to worry about it!" Old Tan stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh sound on the floor. He felt that he could no longer communicate with the student in front of him.

He stared down at Shadow with an unquestionable look in his eyes: "I will never help you with this matter! If you want to investigate, go and check it yourself."

Also, be careful with yourself.

I don't know what your purpose is in coming to Tianjin, but now it's not just the Japanese who are looking for you.

Even the people from Division 1 seem to have their eyes on you. I thought it was strange before, but now I know why they're looking for you! Haha.

You can't go to the safe house anymore, I'll find you a new place."

As he said this, Old Tan didn't wait for Shadow to respond. He reached out and picked up the French currency and short stick on the table, turned around and was about to leave.

Just as he was about to open the door curtain, he stopped again and said without turning his head, "By the way, don't contact me unless it's urgent!

You can't even clean up your own mess, and you expect me to clean it up for you? There are two bodies behind the teahouse, you have to deal with them yourself! "

"Ah!" Shadow stood up suddenly, his face turning pale in an instant: "They found this place? Are they Japanese or people from the First Division?"

“Neither.” Old Tan paused as he lifted the door curtain: “Neither Japanese, nor from the same place.

"Division One is currently watching Division Two's base and hasn't noticed you yet." His voice suddenly turned cold. "They must be from the Maochuan Mansion. They're a bunch of traitors and know our style of work all too well."

Shadow stood there, looking panicked.

Old Tan gave him one last look, his eyes complicated. "Be careful next time. Don't always expect me to save you. If you die..." He paused, a wry smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "As your teacher, I'll just burn two sticks of incense for you."

After saying that, Old Tan lifted the door curtain and walked out without looking back.

The room suddenly became quiet, leaving Shadow standing there alone. His eyes kept shifting, and his fingers twisted unconsciously until his knuckles turned white.

. . . . . . . . . . .

As the sky gradually darkened, Old Tan walked forward on the cobblestone road, his leather shoes making a dull sound as they hit the ground.

His face was calm, except for his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hat brim, which occasionally flashed with alertness.

This apparent calmness was a skill he had acquired through years of lurking. Even if his heart was in turmoil, outsiders could not detect any flaws.

The affairs of the Japanese Military Police Headquarters shouldn't have been his concern, but the waters there were too complicated, and now the higher-ups were actually setting their sights on it...

The lights in the cafe were particularly warm in the night, and several foreigners were sitting on the open-air seats chatting and laughing.

Old Tan's eyes swept across the glass window!

There's someone behind us!!

Suddenly, my whole body tensed up, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake.

He continued walking forward calmly, and when he passed an old woman carrying a vegetable basket, he suddenly turned his head!

The action was as fast as lightning.

Lao Tan was convinced that even a well-trained agent would not have enough time to conceal his posture during tracking.

But behind me there was only the ordinary street scene: a rickshaw driver pulling passengers past, a newsboy selling the evening paper, and a couple who looked like students chatting and laughing under the street light.

But the moment he turned back, that uneasy feeling disappeared.

Cold sweat broke out on Old Tan's palms. This was not an illusion.

This feeling of being watched has become increasingly frequent over the past two weeks.

The most terrifying thing is that no matter how he tries to counter-track, set traps, or even deliberately walk into a dead end, he can't find any clues.

He even thought it was his own illusion.

But today, I took an unconscious glance and saw a figure flash by through the reflection of the glass.

Old Tan recalled what the instructor, who always smiled, had said during his training in Japan: "A true hunter will let you hear his breathing when the blade has already pierced your heart."

The church bells ahead struck eight, startling a flock of crows from their nest.

At this moment, Lao Tan's footsteps suddenly stopped, because the feeling of being watched from behind appeared again!

Who is it? Why is he always following me for no reason?

Old Tan was nervous. If his perception was correct, the person coming was definitely an expert, a tracking expert!

I have to find him! I still have things to do! The existence of such a person is extremely dangerous!

Just as Old Tan was getting angry and secretly thinking about how to find out the culprit in the dark.

A biting chill suddenly rushed up his back from the soles of his feet, as if a poisonous snake was crawling up his spine, making his hair stand on end!

Danger!

This intuition had saved his life countless times.

Old Tan turned around suddenly. This time, he completely gave up his disguise. A cold light flashed in his eyes. With a flip of his right hand, a slender bamboo stick slid silently into his palm, and the sharp tip shone coldly under the street light.

As long as the opponent gets one step closer, this bamboo stick will accurately pierce the throat!

However. . .

His pupils suddenly contracted.

What comes into view is a smiling face as delicate as a porcelain doll.

No, not one.

It's two.

Two identical faces.

When I turned around just now, there was no one there, but now he is right in front of me...