Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Does it affect the speed of drawing the sword?"

Zhou Zhengqing seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but laugh. Then he waved his hand and said, "Never mind. Whatever you say. You're not officially employed anyway. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Seven didn't answer immediately.

He hesitated, a rare moment, his fingers unconsciously stroking the rope around the hilt.

The sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting tiny spots of light on his somewhat sickly pale face.

Zhou Zhengqing keenly sensed something was wrong, put down his pen, and crossed his fingers before his chin: "When did you learn to be hesitant? Do I look scary?"

"I dare not." Qi took a deep breath and said, "Master, I would like to ask for leave to go to Peking."

"Beiping?" Zhou Zhengqing leaned forward slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "What are you going there for?"

"We've been ordered to carry out a rescue mission." Qi's voice deepened a bit: "We need to bring a few peripheral personnel with us."

Zhou Zhengqing tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his rhythm neither fast nor slow: "On whose orders?"

Qi looked up: "Sakura Group."

The air suddenly solidified.

The chirping of cicadas outside the window suddenly stopped, as if time had stood still for a moment.

Zhou Zhengqing slowly leaned back in his chair, a meaningful smile on his lips.

The sunlight danced on his epaulettes, making the general star particularly dazzling.

"Sakura Group?" Zhou Zhengqing's voice deepened, his Adam's apple rolling as he seemed to be choosing his words. "Yes...did he contact you directly?"

In the end, Zhou Zhengqing couldn't say that name. It wasn't that he couldn't say it, but he just felt a little awkward.

"Hi." Qi knelt on one knee, the wrinkles of his black samurai uniform spread out on the floor like a solidified shadow. "The team leader sent an urgent order, requiring me to immediately lead several elite members of the Black Dragon Society to Peking to protect Ishiwara Kanji."

Zhou Zhengqing's pupils shrank slightly. He stood up, his military boots making a dull sound on the floor, and walked to the window.

Outside the window, on the playground of the Military Police Headquarters, the military police were conducting daily training, and the sound of orderly footsteps and slogans could be faintly heard.

After hearing Qi say this, Zhou Zhengqing suddenly remembered.

When I first came to Tianjin, I found that there were people from the Sakura Group around Ishiwara Kanji.

"Ishiwara Kanji?" Zhou Zhengqing turned around, the metal buttons on his uniform gleaming coldly in the sunlight. "I remember you said last time that the Sakura Group had been secretly protecting him."

"Yes, Master." Qi raised his head, his eyes not covered by his hair, his eyes were sharp as a knife: "But now the situation has changed, the people protecting him are in trouble."

Zhou Zhengqing frowned deeply.

"Interesting... They even dare to touch people from the Sakura Group?" Zhou Zhengqing murmured.

Qi lowered his head silently, and his clogs moved slightly on the floor, making a slight "creaking" sound.

"Who is targeting Ishiwara Kanji? The last time I asked you, you refused to explain clearly." Zhou Zhengqing asked doubtfully.

"I really don't know. The Sakura Group's orders have always been to convey only necessary information." Qi replied calmly.

Zhou Zhengqing stared at him for a few seconds, suddenly sneered, turned around and sat back in his chair.

"So what is your specific action plan?"

"First, ensure Ishihara Kanji's personal safety." Qi said solemnly, "Wait for further instructions from the team leader."

"It seems that the mess surrounding Ishiwara Kanji is even deeper than I thought." Zhou Zhengqing murmured in a low voice, with a meaningful arc at the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Zhengqing crossed his hands on the desk, thought for a long time, looked up at Qidao and said, "I'll write you a warrant." As he said that, he took out the special letterhead of the Military Police Headquarters from the drawer.

"When you get to Peking, if you run into trouble, go find Taniguchi Mayu. He's now the captain of the Peking Military Police and is in Changping."

Qi took the warrant respectfully with both hands and noticed that the signature in a flamboyant style was also stamped with the seal of the Military Police Headquarters.

"If the situation is critical..." Zhou Zhengqing suddenly emphasized his tone and tapped his fingers heavily on the table: "Just take Ishiwara Kanji back to Tianjin."

Turning his head to look out the window, he could hear the shouts of the military police who were training on the playground. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I want to see who dares to take action in the military police headquarters."

"Hey! I understand!" Qi lowered his head deeply.

Zhou Zhengqing suddenly remembered something: "You said you wanted to bring external personnel? The Sakura Group still has deployments in Tianjin?"

"Master, I understand." Qi replied, keeping his head down. "Yes, you may have forgotten. I told you before that the Black Dragon Society is a subordinate organization of the Sakura Group. There is a Black Dragon Society branch in the French Concession in Tianjin, which can mobilize more than 20 skilled fighters."

"Heh..." Zhou Zhengqing suddenly chuckled, "Those vagrants who cause trouble at the dock all day long?"

Zhou Zhengqing shook his head and said, "Go find Lingzi and ask her to send you some real ninjas."

Qi's body trembled noticeably. As a member of the Fujita family, he knew too well that Eagle's elusive assassins were far more capable than street vagrants.

"Master..." Qi's voice was rarely shaken, and he bowed solemnly: "Your subordinate... is deeply grateful."

Zhou Zhengqing waved his hand: "Remember, Peking is not peaceful right now. I want you to come back alive and continue to be my guard captain. Do you understand?"

"Hey! Please don't worry, young master! I will definitely come back!" He kowtowed seven times.

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Qi turned and left the office. Just as the door was about to close, a slender hand suddenly pressed against the door frame.

Scarlet nail polish flashed through the crack of the door, with a dangerous brightness.

"Excuse me." Nanzō Yunko's gentle voice came from outside the door. She maintained a 90-degree bow and moved sideways to make way.

Zhou Zhengqing raised his eyebrows and looked over, only to see Sakurako walking in with the clacking sound of her wooden clogs.

She was wearing a light pink furisode kimono today, with an exquisite tortoiseshell comb in her hair, looking like a proud peacock.

Nanzō Yunko followed behind her like a shadow, with her head lowered and her eyes submissive, completely different from her usual self.

"Wow, that's strange." Zhou Zhengqing put down his teacup. "When did you two become so close? Where's Yingzi and Huizi?"

Upon hearing this, Sakurako immediately pouted: "Ever since the young master accepted Miss Huizi as his sister, he has forgotten about Sakurako." She dragged out the last word, but glanced at Nanzō Yunko with a hint of protest.

"Don't try to play tricks on me. Just take good care of Huizi and don't let her cause me any trouble. That will be the biggest help you can give me."

"No way, Yingzi is a very well-behaved person. She would never do anything excessive." After saying that, Yingzi walked straight to Zhou Zhengqing and started pouring tea skillfully.

The white porcelain teapot drew a graceful arc in her hand. In the mist of hot air, Nanzō Yunko's expression became increasingly gloomy.

"Go ahead." Zhou Zhengqing took the teacup and glanced back and forth between the two of them: "I didn't see you come over to add tea and water just now, but now you're pouring tea so diligently."

"Young Master, you're wrongly accusing me!" Yingzi puffed out her cheeks, the patterns on her cuffs trembling as she moved. "Miss Huizi is learning Chinese with Zhang Xiaolan right now. I'm taking some time off to come and serve you."

Zhou Zhengqing took a sip of tea slowly and said, "Will you tell me or not?"