Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Old Tan stared blankly at the air in front of him, and his whole body seemed to have suddenly turned into a statue. This was his habitual disguise when thinking.

But deep down in my heart, countless thoughts are surging wildly.

"You want the list in Old Han's hand!" Old Tan murmured, his voice as dry as sandpaper.

Qi looked at Reiko again, and this time Reiko spoke directly, "We need to make sure that list disappears forever."

Lingzi suddenly switched to Chinese, and her Chinese was unexpectedly fluent, but with a certain cold and mechanical feeling: "Although our master may not have noticed these details..."

Reiko paused at this point, and Sakurako suddenly took over, her tone brisk and out of tune with the atmosphere: "But as loyal retainers, we must help our master eliminate all hidden dangers and possible troubles!"

Qi nodded silently, took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, and slowly wiped the bamboo stick in his hand.

Old Tan looked at the tip of the bamboo stick that once belonged to him.

I was about to ask something else.

Sakurako said dissatisfiedly at this time: "Too much nonsense! Why do you have so many questions!" As she spoke, Sakurako reached forward.

"Wait!" Old Tan leaned back suddenly, and the blade just scraped through the front of his shirt.

He panted rapidly, his eyes flickering between Reiko and Sakurako. "Let me finish my last few words!" His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice suddenly became unusually calm. "Tell the old head of the Fujita family a message for me—thank you for your instruction."

Sakurako's brows frowned slightly, and the knife in her hand stopped moving.

"And." Old Tan's mouth curled into a bitter arc, but his eyes became more determined: "Tell him that as a Chinese, I have never regretted refusing to join the Fujita family."

"Acting head of the Fujita family?" For the first time, there was a wave of emotion in Reiko's voice.

The wind blew up the strands of hair at her temples, revealing her eyes that had suddenly become sharp.

Old Tan looked up at the sky. "Twenty years ago in Kyoto..." His voice suddenly became distant. "If I had known the two countries would end up like this..." He shook his head self-deprecatingly. "But it's all good. Using the killing techniques he taught me to send so many Japanese to their deaths, my life was worth it."

"One last question." Reiko suddenly leaned forward. "What exactly do you want to do by spying on the Military Police Headquarters?"

"Murder." Old Tan closed his eyes.

"Who to kill?" Sakurako's voice suddenly interrupted.

"Takazaki Takuto." Old Tan opened his eyes and looked directly at Sakurako's instantly distorted face: "It's a pity that your defense is too strict..." He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's hard to even get close."

"Baka!" Yingzi suddenly jumped up, her delicate face ferocious with anger, and the short blade in her hand pierced Lao Tan's heart with a sound of breaking through the air: "How dare you set your sights on the young master!"

In this lightning instant, Lao Tan's wrist suddenly turned at a strange angle, and the steel piece hidden in his sleeve for many years slipped into his palm. He raised his hand to block Yingzi's broken blade and suddenly turned sideways.

There was a flash of surprise in Sakurako's eyes, followed by ridicule.

With a flick of his wrist, he changed his stabbing move into a slashing one, meeting the steel piece that was blocking from Old Tan.

Ding. . .

When the short blade came into contact with the steel sheet, the steel sheet was broken off.

The short blade remains castrated.

With a "puff", the sword pierced deeply into Lao Tan's left shoulder.

But Lao Tan's left hand suddenly stretched out at this moment of life and death!

The rough fingers grabbed Sakurako's knife-holding wrist like a pair of iron pliers.

However, Sakurako was faster!

He twisted his waist like a snake, and his body rotated lightly with the strength of his waist. His right hand pulled the short blade from his shoulder. The moment the blade left the body, it brought out a string of blood and drew a scarlet arc in the air.

Swish!

The white skirt rose like butterfly wings, and Yingzi completed a 360-degree turn, flashing to the side of Lao Tan like a ghost.

The murderous intent arises again!

The short blade flashed with a cold light, and fiercely stabbed towards Lao Tan's carotid artery! The sharp sound of the blade tip breaking through the air was like the sigh of death...

"Wait, don't kill him yet!"

The blade shone coldly under the newly lit streetlight, only an inch away from Lao Tan's neck.

Yingzi curled her lips in dissatisfaction, but the blade remained motionless: "Sister! Didn't we agree to get rid of this person?"

She licked her lips, her eyes flashing with bloodthirst, "It's been a long time since my knife tasted fresh blood."

Lingzi sighed softly and pushed the blade away with her white-gloved fingertips: "Killing is certainly easy, but the secrets he carries will disappear forever with his death."

She turned and stared at Old Tan, the streetlight casting a shadow on her delicate features. "It's such a shame that someone who dared to assassinate a major general of the Imperial Military Police, and who also has connections to our Fujita family, died like this."

Old Tan was gasping for breath, with cold sweat dripping down his brow. The moment Yingzi stabbed his neck, he really felt like he was going to die, and there was no time to react.

He stared at Lingzi intently, then suddenly grinned, revealing his bloody teeth: "Kill me or chop me up as you please, I won't say a word!"

"Take him away." Lingzi waved her hand gracefully: "Qi, you escort him personally."

"Hi!" He bowed 70 degrees, stood up and made a gesture. Four figures immediately jumped out from the shadows and lifted up Old Tan like puppets.

Sakurako reluctantly put away the short blade and kicked the stone at her feet in anger: "Sister is always like this, just like last time..."

"Be good." Lingzi pinched her sister's cheek lovingly, her black gloves contrasting sharply with her fair skin. "When he's no longer valuable, I'll give him to you as a toy, okay?"

"You're trying to fool me again! I will never believe onee-sama again! Humph!" Sakurako turned her head away and avoided Reiko's hand.

"Hehehe." Lingzi covered her mouth and laughed.

Old Tan was taken away, and Lingzi and others also got in the car and left.

Under the street lights, dozens of men and women who looked like passers-by turned their backs tacitly. The newspaper vendor continued to shout, the rickshaw driver lowered his head to adjust the rickshaw mat, and the woman in cheongsam touched up her makeup in front of the window.

Everyone turned a blind eye to the kidnapping that was happening so close to them.

It was not until the taillights of the car disappeared around the corner that these "passersby" seemed to scatter.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Zhou Zhengqing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the headquarters office, tapping lightly on the mahogany window frame with his fingertips.

Outside the window, the night enveloped the entire city in darkness.

Yingzi captured Lao Tan in the French Concession.

This news just reached Zhou Zhengqing's ears, but he didn't even frown.

It’s different from when I was in Harbin.

Now, he is no longer alone. He has the influence of the Takazaki family, the support of the military police, and the power cultivated in secret. . .

These are enough to allow him to sit back and relax, without having to calculate every move cautiously like in the past.

"The plot? Oh, it's not important anymore."

What he really cared about was Shen Xilin's business layout in Shanghai and the impending Battle of Shanghai, which was the storm that could truly shake the situation.