Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Looks like a runner." Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao suddenly laughed, but there was no warmth in his laughter: "Lieutenant Haruki, I suggest you..."

He patted the other person's shoulder and said, "Pay more attention to the situation and don't focus all your attention on work. Being able to run errands here is an opportunity that many people in China can't even ask for."

Qingqi Qingyin bent down even lower, his forehead almost touching his knees: "Smith! I have been in charge of intelligence work in Jiujiang for the past two years, and I really know very little about the current situation.

This time, after receiving the transfer order from the General Staff Headquarters and your notice, I immediately rushed to Tianjin."

Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao still had his back to him, his eyes fixed on the movements of the Military Police Headquarters building: "I know."

His tone softened slightly. "At least you knew your limits and didn't act disrespectfully in front of others. I'll have someone explain the situation at the Military Police Headquarters to you in detail later."

Qingqi Qingyin felt as if he had been pardoned and bowed deeply again: "Thank you for your understanding, senior!"

But after a moment of silence, Qingqi Qingyin couldn't help but move forward again and said in a low voice: "Lieutenant Colonel... When we came here, we heard that the military police convoy escorting Xiangyue Qingji was attacked.

If we come to you for help at this time, wouldn’t it be a bit…” He hesitated, “And I feel like this ambush is a bit…”

"idiot!"

Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao turned around suddenly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He grabbed Qingqi Qingyin's collar with such force that the buttons on his uniform were stretched and deformed. "Watch your mouth!" His voice was extremely low, but every word was as sharp as a knife. "We're going to Shanghai soon! Even if the sky falls in Tianjin, it has nothing to do with us! Do you understand?!"

The military police standing guard not far away cast a puzzled look over here.

Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao immediately let go of his hand, and a gentle smile appeared on his face again, but his eyes were still fierce: "The military police escorting prisoners were ambushed by anti-Japanese elements... With your brain that has been working in intelligence for several years, what clues do you think you can find!?"

Qingqi Qingyin's face turned pale, his lips trembled but he couldn't speak.

Kagesa Tadaaki looked around and suddenly leaned over to whisper in the other person's ear: "Kazuki Seiji is in big trouble this time... My close friend at the General Staff Headquarters sent a secret message."

Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao's lips moved, and then he said in a lower voice: "Let me leave Tianjin immediately and not have anything to do with the garrison headquarters. Even if I pass by the garrison headquarters, don't even look inside!"

Qingqi Qingyin's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Hey! I've been too talkative!" Qingqi Qingyin's face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

For the past two days, he had always thought that Yingzuo Zhenzhao was just an amiable senior officer.

But now, he finally understood that it was not that this lieutenant colonel had no temper, but that he was well versed in the art of hiding his edge and never showed it easily in his daily life.

The aura of Kagesa Tadaaki just now really scared Haruki Keiin.

"Haruki-kun." Kagesa Tadaaki's voice had returned to its usual calm, but with a barely perceptible sharpness: "Do you know why, after all these years since you graduated from the Army University, you're still only a major?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "I guess most of your classmates have been promoted normally, right? But you are stuck at the rank of Major."

Qingqi Qingyin's body suddenly stiffened. This question was like a sharp knife, accurately piercing the most vulnerable part of his heart.

He immediately put his heels together and bowed ninety degrees, with the brim of his military cap almost touching his knees. "Please give me some advice, senior!"

His voice was a little muffled because he was bending over, but the sincerity in it was clearly audible.

A drop of sweat slid down his temple, leaving a dark dot on the bluestone pavement.

. . . . . . . . . ,

When Kagesa Tadaaki was giving live instruction to Haruki Keitsune.

Masaki Yamiya knocked on Zhou Zhengqing's office door.

"What! Who? Who were you talking about just now?" After listening to Yagu Yamaguchi's report, Zhou Zhengqing suddenly stood up.

"Report to the General, it's Kagesa Tadaaki. He said his name is Kagesa Tadaaki." Yamatani Masaki said with a bow.

"you sure?"

"Yes, he did say his name was Kagesa Tadaaki." Yamaguchi Masaki didn't understand why the general reacted so strongly to the name.

Yamaguchi Masaki naturally didn't know that the name Yingzhao Zhenqiao was a famous person, whether in many film and television dramas or in real history.

"You mean, the lieutenant colonel who was so scared that he collapsed on the ground next to Doihara in Harbin was this Kagezawa Yoshiaki?!" Zhou Zhengqing stared at Yamaguchi Masaki and asked.

"Well, if my memory is correct, it is indeed him." Yamaguchi Masaki nodded.

"It's actually him!" Zhou Zhengqing slammed his palm, a murderous aura rising in his heart.

This Yingzuo Zhenzhao was a key figure in the establishment of the Wang Puppet Government in the future. It was he who planned the establishment of the Wang Puppet Government and personally served as an advisor to the Wang Puppet Government.

Yamaguchi Masaki keenly caught the murderous intent that flashed across Zhou Zhengqing's eyes.

As a close confidant who had followed Zhou Zhengqing for over half a year, he was already able to read the subtle changes in his superior's expression. He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, "General, is there something wrong with this person?"

The wind outside the window suddenly grew stronger, making the blinds rustle.

Yamaguchi Masaki's voice was intermittent over the wind: "It just so happens that Kazuki Seiji and his men were attacked... A few more people missing is not a big deal."

The corner of Zhou Zhengqing's mouth twitched slightly.

He noticed the growth of this young officer. He was no longer the recruit who could only follow orders mechanically. Instead, he had learned to think proactively and could even predict his superiors' intentions, which showed that he had begun to grow.

This will have a completely different effect from waiting for Zhou Zhengqing to say it himself.

As soon as Zhou Zhengqing heard what Yagu Yamaguchi said, he immediately looked at Yagu Yamaguchi with admiration.

And Yagumi Masaki has indeed grown a lot. Seeing Zhou Zhengqing looking at him with admiration, he did not feel proud at all, and he did not presume to guess what Zhou Zhengqing meant.

But what is even more rare is that Masaki Yamaya knows when to stop.

Being able to understand the leader's ideas by reading his facial expressions and proposing his own solutions, but not grabbing the final decision-making power and leaving the final decision-making power to the leader, Masaki Yamaya is almost a qualified assistant-type talent.

"Not bad." Zhou Zhengqing secretly praised in his heart, but did not show it on his face. He made a downward gesture and said, "Be patient."

His fingers paused on the drawer handle for a second, then slowly pulled it open.

The wooden drawer made a slight friction sound, and he took out a pack of cigarettes with gold patterns and skillfully shook out two.

The cigarettes drew an arc in the air, and Yamaguchi Masaki caught one of them nimbly.

With a "click", Yamaguchi Masaki did not rush to light his cigarette, but took two steps forward and took out a silver lighter from the inner pocket of his military uniform.

The moment the flames sprang up, they illuminated Zhou Zhengqing's dark profile.

"Wow, this lighter is nice." Zhou Zhengqing exhaled a puff of smoke and his eyes lingered on the lighter for a moment.

It was an exquisite object, its surface carved with intricate cherry blossom patterns, and it glowed with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

He walked to the window, holding a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and opened the heavy curtains a little with his other hand.

At the entrance of the headquarters in the distance, three blurry figures were talking. Their faces were too far away to be seen clearly, and the outlines of their military uniforms were faintly visible in the sunlight.