Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Stopping Hasegawa Kiyoshi from leaving? That's asking for death. Offending Yoshida Hayato? That's courting death.

He has a very good relationship with Kiyoshi Hasegawa, and now he is trying to take Kiyoshi Hasegawa away from the dangerous battlefield. If he stops him, he will not only offend the military police, but Kiyoshi Hasegawa may also deal with him afterwards.

Even though Hasegawa Kiyoshi seemed very resistant, maybe he had already wanted to leave!

Hasegawa Kiyoshi was held by two military police, one on each side, yet he maintained his military bearing. He gave a wry smile and said to Sugiyama Rokuzo, "Stop trying to stop me. This is a military order."

After saying this, he deliberately raised his voice: "Sugiyama-kun, I'm handing over the Third Fleet Marines to you. If you can't defend Hongkou..."

"General, don't worry!" Sugiyama Rokuzo didn't even have time to fix his glasses, he stood at attention, his eyes red as he shouted, "I swear on my samurai's honor that I will defend Hongkou even if it costs me my life."

"Yoshi, I feel relieved when you say that." Hasegawa Kiyoshi nodded with satisfaction.

Under the threat of gunpoint, other people in the office made way.

Yoshida Hayato walked in front with big strides, followed closely by two military police escorting Hasegawa Kiyoshi.

As they walked out of the office, other officers in the corridor ducked their heads and made way.

Three Type 94 armored vehicles were lined up in the underground parking lot, their engines roaring.

The machine gunner on the roof was scanning the surroundings vigilantly. Yoshida Hayato was the first to get into the first armored vehicle, and Hasegawa Kiyoshi got into the second one under the escort of the military police.

With the harsh roar of the engines, the armored convoy slowly drove out of the gate of the Navy Command.

Through the car window, Kiyoshi Hasegawa took a last look at the building that was about to be engulfed in war.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and an elusive light flashed in his eyes.

In Tianjin, dusk is falling.

In the small building in the backyard of the Japanese Concession Military Police Headquarters, warm yellow light poured through the carved glass windows.

Zhou Zhengqing was kneeling on one knee on the floor covered with a crimson velvet carpet, happily playing with Huihui, a little girl who had just learned to walk.

The little girl was wearing a brand new lilac dress. Her little arms, like lotus root nodes, still had some baby fat. At this moment, she was standing unsteadily, trying to stretch out her little hands like a clumsy little penguin.

Her big eyes like black grapes stared at the doll in Zhou Zhengqing's hand without blinking. It was a rabbit doll embroidered with pink cherry blossoms, and it swayed gently with Zhou Zhengqing's movements.

"Hehe... give... give... I want... I want..." Huihui mumbled incoherently, her pink little tongue licking the corner of her mouth from time to time.

The little boy took unsteady steps forward with his short legs, and suddenly fell to the ground with a "thump". However, he did not cry, but just blinked his eyes and continued to reach out.

Zhou Zhengqing deliberately raised the doll higher and swung it back and forth in front of her eyes, causing the little girl to stamp her feet in anxiety.

Looking at Huihui's stubborn yet cute appearance, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Master!" Yingzi, standing nearby, clasped her hands together, her almond-shaped eyes filled with pleading, "Please stop teasing her. Look at her face, it's red with anxiety. If she starts crying, it'll be hard for me to comfort her."

As she was about to go forward to hug Huihui, the little girl grabbed the hem of her skirt.

Huihui tilted her little face up and suddenly said, "Hehe...hehe...bad..." The accusation in her baby voice stunned both of them.

Zhou Zhengqing couldn't help laughing and finally handed over the doll.

Outside the window, the shadow of the sycamore tree swayed gently in the moonlight, and the sound of leather boots of the patrol team could be heard faintly in the distance, but in this small world, only the children's silver bell-like laughter echoed.

Just as Zhou Zhengqing was smiling and about to gently place the doll into the little girl's chubby hands, his expression suddenly changed, like ripples on a calm lake, and his eyes instantly lost focus.

The doll slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Huihui pouts at the sight and immediately reaches out her hand to grab the doll, but she's still too small, and with only one hand able to move, her movements are adorably clumsy. The doll rolls over twice.

The little girl was not discouraged. She twisted her chubby little butt, squatted down, and reached forward with her little hands.

But he didn't squat steadily, and the little guy fell on the carpet with a "thump", and his knees pressed against the soft carpet.

Normally, an ordinary child would have started crying after such a fall, but Huihui was different. Not only did she not cry, but she grinned, revealing two newly emerged baby teeth. Her eyes were shining, and she crawled two steps happily as if she had picked up a treasure.

He hugged the doll in his arms and held it tightly, afraid that someone else would snatch it away.

"Ah! Master, what are you doing? Huizi has fallen down." Yingzi exclaimed, and rushed over in two steps. She carefully held Huihui in her arms, patted her back gently, and checked if she was hurt.

However, when Yingzi looked up at Zhou Zhengqing, she was suddenly stunned.

The young master stood there, motionless, his face uncertain and his eyes terrifyingly deep.

"Master, what's wrong???" Sakurako couldn't help but speak, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice.

Zhou Zhengqing suddenly came back to his senses and refocused his gaze, as if he had forcibly broken free from some emotion.

He forced a slightly stiff smile and walked forward to rub Huihui's soft little head.

When the little girl looked up at him with curious blinking eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her on the pink cheek, saying softly, "Be good, go play with Sister Yingzi for a while."

"Yingzi, take Huizi out to play for a while. I want to be alone for a while."

"Hi." Yingzi bowed respectfully, but just as she was about to turn around, she couldn't help but look back and asked worriedly, "Master, if you need anything, please call me anytime. I'm nearby."

"Well, go ahead." Zhou Zhengqing smiled slightly, waved his hand, and watched them leave.

After the door was closed, the room fell into silence again. Zhou Zhengqing quickly walked to the sofa and sat down.

Then his eyes closed.

At that moment, he heard that very familiar voice.

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At sea, a transport fleet, escorted by several destroyers, drew a graceful arc on the sea.

Plop... Plop...

On the transport ship, long objects wrapped in cloth were thrown into the sea.

Many Japanese soldiers crowded around the fence, witnessing all this with numb and sad expressions, and some were even sobbing softly.

Accompanied by a cough, a soldier lost his balance and fell onto the deck. The soldier lying on the deck and looking up at the sky was seen shedding tears.

The next moment, some soldiers wearing gas masks came forward, took out a blanket and wrapped the man in it. Under the angry or lifeless gazes of the people around them, they threw the still twisting blanket directly into the sea.

"Commander, please save our 3rd Division! They shouldn't die like this!" The commander of the Japanese 3rd Division, Susumu Fujita, knelt in front of Matsui Iwane and wailed in pain.

On one side, the commander of the 11th Division, Sotake Yamamuro, clenched his fists and his eyes were red.

Standing by the fence, looking at the transport ship surrounded by several destroyers, Matsui Iwane's hands holding the railing trembled from the force.

"Fujita, Yamamuro, the 3rd Division, the 11th Division...it's over..."

"No... How could this happen! The soldiers were clearly fine when we set off from Atsuta Port! How could it turn out like this!" Fujita Susumu pounded the deck hard.