Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Well, Nakamura-kun is a good commander, and he treats his subordinates well." Itai Yudai nodded, then changed the subject: "But Ogura-kun is too stubborn! I heard that he saved all his money, saying that he wanted to use it as business capital after the war."

He made a banging motion on his head: "He's mentally unstable. He got shot for such a small amount of money. If those guys were really high... Oh, the anti-Japanese elements' shooting skills were a little off... Ugh..."

"Who told him he's from Osaka?" Nakagawa Ken suddenly laughed out loud, then quickly covered his mouth: "How can anyone from Osaka be normal?"

"Hey, stop discriminating against other regions." Itai Yudai nudged him with his elbow. "It wouldn't be nice if someone heard it. Besides, the Osaka 4th Division is our big client. We can't call them Osaka people."

"Yes, yes, the people of Osaka are all good people."

Nakagawa Ken imitated Zhou Zhengqing's tone: "Just like the general said, they are all talented."

The two smiled at each other and looked towards the emergency room in tacit understanding.

The red light was still on, and the sign saying "Operation in Progress" looked particularly glaring under the pale light.

As the two were talking in low voices, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

A team of doctors in white coats walked over quickly.

"Doctor Shiraiwa!" Itai Yudai's eyes lit up, and he straightened his back immediately. Nakagawa Kenya quickly dropped his cigarette to the ground and stamped it out.

Shiraishio stopped in front of them and gave a meticulous, standard bow. "Section Chief Itai, Section Chief Nakagawa, please don't smoke in the hospital anymore."

"Oh, we're old acquaintances, no need to be so formal." Itai Xiong laughed and waved his hand, but he still dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. "I heard that you've been busy setting up the Military Police Hospital recently? We didn't bother you."

He took a step closer and lowered his voice, "Call Xiao Tengjun and the others someday, and let's have a good get-together."

Bai Yanliusheng bowed again, his eyes flickering behind his glasses. "It's my honor." He turned to look at the red-lit operating room, his brows furrowed slightly. "What's going on tonight?"

"Oh, I just met a few short-sighted anti-Japanese elements." Ken Nakagawa said lightly.

Bai Yanliusheng nodded thoughtfully, "I heard that Chief of Staff Nakamura and Captain Ogura were both injured?"

Itai Yudai smiled meaningfully and gestured with his right hand across his chest: "They're just minor injuries, they shouldn't be serious." He winked in the direction of the operating room: "How about... Shiraiwa-kun go and take a look himself?"

"I'll go in and take a look." Bai Yanliusheng nodded knowingly, and the hem of his white coat drew a neat arc when he turned around.

Itai Yudai slightly stepped aside to make way and watched him and several young interns push open the changing room next to the operating room.

The corridor returned to silence, leaving only the smell of disinfectant and the faint sound of instruments colliding in the distance.

Nakagawa Ken looked at Bai Yanliusheng's back and suddenly chuckled, "This Doctor Bai Yan is becoming more and more stylish."

Itai Yudai didn't respond, but simply stared at the glaring red light above the operating room door, his fingers unconsciously tapping the side seams of his military pants.

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The predecessor of Tianjin Gendarmerie Hospital was several residential buildings allocated by the consulate to the Gendarmerie Headquarters, which were initially used as dormitories and temporary prisons.

Amidst the protests from Jue Nai Gancheng, who was almost so angry that he almost had a myocardial infarction, the military police headquarters has now been completely renovated.

Inside the iron fence, neatly arranged ancillary buildings stretched out on both sides, including military police dormitories, a tank garage, a canteen, a guardhouse, and a general warehouse.

And in the unknown underground, there is an even more gloomy space hidden. The first floor is an underground prison with complete facilities, and deeper in the ground there is a secret underground second floor that even ordinary military police are not allowed to set foot in.

At the entrance of the Military Police Headquarters, a middle-aged officer in the uniform of a lieutenant colonel was pacing back and forth anxiously.

From time to time, he looked at his watch, then looked towards the headquarters gate, his military boots making a rapid sound on the cobblestone road.

The two followers behind him looked at each other, not understanding why their leader had lost his composure.

Not long after, a young officer with the rank of lieutenant came out.

"Mr. Valley! We meet again!"

The lieutenant colonel suddenly took a step forward and bowed deeply to the lieutenant, his forehead almost touching his knees.

This abnormal behavior made the followers' eyes widen, and even stunned Yamaguchi Masaki, who had just left the house.

"You are...?" Shan Gu looked at the overly enthusiastic lieutenant colonel in front of him in confusion.

The sunlight was so bright that he squinted his eyes. He felt that the other person looked familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen him.

It turned out that Shan Gu had just come out as a routine to confirm the identity of a lieutenant colonel who wanted to see the commander after receiving a report from the guards.

Unexpectedly, this officer with a higher rank would salute him, the lieutenant, first.

"Oh. You might have forgotten me." The lieutenant colonel straightened up, his eyes twitching slightly behind his black-framed glasses. Fine beads of sweat on his forehead gleamed in the sunlight. He forced a slightly stiff smile: "Last year in Harbin, I was grateful for your care..."

"Hmm?" Yamaguchi Masaki frowned and looked up and down at the well-mannered middle-aged officer in front of him.

Memory is like muddied water, vaguely revealing a vague shadow but unable to grasp the specific details.

"Haha..." The middle-aged man laughed dryly and rubbed his hands unconsciously: "Maybe you are busy with official business and can't remember it for the moment."

He straightened his back and introduced himself solemnly: "My name is Yingzuo Zhenzhao. Last year in Harbin, I assisted Doihara as his adjutant.

At that time, due to some... misunderstanding, I was detained by the military police. Thanks to you for telling them not to embarrass me, and you personally escorted me out of the cell afterwards. I will always remember this kindness."

These words were like a key that suddenly opened the floodgates of memory.

Yamaguchi Masaki's pupils shrank slightly. The seemingly elegant officer before him was surprisingly the same lieutenant colonel who had fled in panic during the military police ambush and ran back to Doihara crying and reporting!

"Wait..." Shan Gu suddenly raised his hand to interrupt: "I remember that your name was not Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao at that time."

Masaki Yamaya narrowed his eyes, and the scene in his memory became clearer and clearer. The officer trembling in the interrogation room gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.

“Ah, this…” Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao awkwardly pushed his glasses up, and the lenses reflected a cunning light: “This is the arrangement of Lord Doihara.

I was originally a military attaché at the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai. Last year, I was ordered by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to follow Doihara to learn intelligence work.

Considering that my identity as a Foreign Ministry official made it difficult for me to move around the Kwantung Army, Doihara... asked me to use someone else's identity and stay with him."