Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Ladies, is there anything I can help you with?" Old Tan's voice remained steady, but his knuckles were tense and the tip of the bamboo stick was trembling slightly, ready to strike at any time.

Standing opposite him were Reiko and Sakurako, wearing a black and a white dress.

Zhiyingzi frowned slightly, her eyes falling on Lao Tan's hand, seeming to be displeased with his vigilance.

next second.

Old Tan didn't even see her movements clearly!

Sakurako moved her wrist slightly, and the technique was very similar to the way Lao Tan's bamboo stick appeared. A cold light flashed by like moonlight, and it was so fast that it almost formed an afterimage in Lao Tan's eyes!

laugh.

After hearing a very light sound of breaking wind, Old Tan felt a chill on his palm and looked down.

The bamboo stick in his hand had been neatly cut off, the broken end was as smooth as a mirror, but his palm was unharmed, and the broken tip of the bamboo stick had already fallen to the ground.

Too fast...

Old Tan's breathing almost stopped, and cold sweat slid down his temples.

Such speed, such precision!

He didn't even have a chance to react!

Old Tan was horrified!

"Who are you? Why do you know the killing techniques of the Fujita family?"

Lingzi's smile was still as beautiful as a flower, but her voice was as cold as an ice knife scraping across bones. She tilted her head slightly, but her eyes were sharp enough to pierce through people's hearts.

Old Tan's throat tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back. Yingzi's dagger had been pressed against his chest, the tip of the blade piercing his uniform, and the cold touch made him stiffen.

"You're the one wandering around outside the Military Police Headquarters every night these days, aren't you?"

Yingzi's voice was as light as a feather, yet it carried an undeniable sense of oppression: "I've been watching you for a long time... Why haven't you come lately? I can't even find someone to practice stalking with!" Yingzi first said something that shocked Old Tan, then applied a slight pressure with the tip of the knife: "You're in the dark, what are you observing?"

Old Tan is a whole head taller than Yingzi, but at this moment he feels like a prey being stared at by a poisonous snake, and any slight movement will result in blood splattering on the spot.

He suppressed his pounding heart and said in a dry voice, "I don't know what you are talking about. I'm just a patrolman in the concession."

"Just now, behind the teahouse, you killed two people with bamboo sticks." Reiko folded her hands elegantly on her stomach and bowed slightly, like a lady asking a polite question. "Your technique was beautiful. It's the killing technique of our Fujita family. Can you tell me where you learned it from?"

The corners of Old Tan's mouth twitched uncontrollably twice. He was seen killing someone, but he was completely unaware!

Is the shadow also exposed?

"I don't know what you are talking about." Old Tan's voice trembled a little.

Sakurako's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the tip of the knife moved forward half an inch, piercing the skin, and a trace of blood oozed out.

"Since you know the Fujita family's killing techniques, you should know the Fujita family's rules!" Her voice was like the whisper of death: "Apart from the mission target, those who use killing techniques..."

"die."

When the last word fell, Lao Tan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He clearly felt that Sakurako's knife was against his heart. If it went in just an inch further, he would be killed on the spot.

Just when Old Tan felt that he could not escape this time.

"Second Miss, I think I know who he is!"

A sinister voice suddenly interrupted.

Old Tan turned his eyes with difficulty and saw a thin man walking out of the shadows.

The man had shoulder-length hair, with the left side of his hair completely covering his eye. The exposed right eye was gleaming with cold light, staring at him like a poisonous snake.

Lingzi didn't move the short knife in her hand. Without turning her head, she asked, "Hmm? Qi, you know?"

Seven didn't answer immediately.

He walked slowly forward, stood in front of Old Tan, bent down to pick up the half-broken bamboo stick that had fallen on the ground, and shook it in front of Old Tan.

"When I was training at the Fujita family, I heard the elders mention a Chinese man." His voice had a strange rhythm. "That man's name was Fan Jianghai. He was the only foreigner allowed to learn the 'Falling Cherry' technique."

Old Tan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt Lingzi's knife tip tremble slightly.

"I just contacted the main family a few days ago," Qi continued, pulling out a yellowed photo from his arms. "Except for him, the Fujita family has never taught the bamboo stick killing technique to outsiders. The person in the photo should be you, right, Senior Fan?"

Yingzi suddenly leaned closer, and the ends of her hair brushed across Lao Tan's cheek.

She tilted her head, gazing at Old Tan as if examining a novel toy. "So you're the legendary Fan Jianghai?" She turned to Lingzi and smiled, "Sister, we caught a big fish! That Chinese guy Grandpa always missed was just like this."

Old Tan felt his throat was dry.

Memories from twenty years ago came flooding back: the cherry blossoms in Kyoto, the sound of bamboo swords clashing, and the instructor who always wore a mask...

He closed his eyes and smiled bitterly, "Yes, I'm Fan Jianghai. So, the one who's been following me these days is the Second Young Lady?"

"Me?" Sakura curled her lips.

"I have to serve the young master, so I don't have time to follow you every day." She suddenly reached out and ripped open Old Tan's collar, revealing an old scar on his collarbone. "But... I did "run into" you a few times near the headquarters."

She pursed her lips in Qi's direction and said, "The one who's really after you is this annoying guy."

Qi bowed respectfully, his long hair covering his left eye swaying as he did so. "Senior Fan is indeed worthy of his reputation. I was almost discovered by you three times."

A glint of admiration flashed in his eyes, which were not hidden by his hair. "The last time, Senior deliberately circled the same road eight times and almost made me lose him."

"Senior?" Old Tan laughed at himself. This title made him feel stuffy in his chest.

He slowly turned his body, but Lingzi's knife moved with his movements, never leaving the vital points.

"Can you tell me why you're targeting me?" Old Tan's probing made him realize he had no chance. "Just because I appeared outside the Military Police Headquarters a few times? Are all of you Japanese so paranoid these days?"

Qi slowly straightened up, the moonlight casting mottled shadows on his long hair that covered his left eye.

He didn't answer immediately, but turned his head to look at Lingzi, as if waiting for some silent permission.

Lingzi nodded imperceptibly.

"I noticed you, Senior, not just because I witnessed the Fujita family's 'Falling Cherry' killing technique today." Qi's voice was low and restrained, and every word seemed carefully considered. "I'm investigating something under orders."

"What's the matter?" Old Tan asked. Since he couldn't escape death, he at least wanted to die with a clear conscience.

"The patrolman named Han from the police station." When he said this, a sharp light flashed in his one eye.

"Old Han?!?" Old Tan looked up suddenly: "Why are you investigating him? He's just an ordinary patrolman!"

"Why so many questions!" Sakurako kicked the stone at her feet impatiently. Reiko glared at her and told her to keep quiet, and she pouted in dissatisfaction.

"An ordinary patrolman?" Qi smiled faintly, then slowly said, "He has come across a list of names."

Qi's voice was so soft that it almost sounded like he was talking to himself: "I need to confirm the whereabouts of this list."

He raised his head and looked Old Tan in the eye: "I have traced back to the fact that it was you, Senior, who was with that Patrolman Han in the end.

And his death is probably related to the senior." As he said this, Qi waved the half bamboo stick in his hand again.