Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Dispose of it?

Zhou Zhengqing's thoughts rose with the smoke.

The cigarette burned slowly between his fingers, and the gray ash gradually accumulated.

He stared at the cigarette ash as if he was staring at the ashes of time.

Killing Kagesa Tadaaki is certainly a good thing.

But can the wheel of history really change direction just because an ant is crushed? What role did Yingzuo play in the establishment of the Wang Puppet Government? Beyond those who have been buried in the earth, outside speculation is ultimately just speculation.

Perhaps, Yingzuo Zhenzhao is just a chess piece in the open.

If the butcher dies, we will eat the hairy pig?

A sneer appeared on Zhou Zhengqing's lips.

Even if Kagesawa is eliminated, the person behind the scenes can always come up with a replacement for the "Mei Agency".

But if Yingzuo had been left behind... would history have continued along its predetermined trajectory?

This thought made Zhou Zhengqing's temples throb.

More importantly, from Yamaguchi Masaki's description, Kagesawa has an instinctive fear of himself, or his own identity.

A guy who knows how to judge the situation and knows his own weight may become a useful chess piece in the future.

The cigarette had burned to the filter, burning Zhou Zhengqing's fingers.

He finally came to his senses and put out his cigarette in the brass ashtray on the windowsill. A thin layer of water accumulated at the bottom of the ashtray, making a hissing sound.

Besides, Katsuki Seiji had just been attacked. If something happened to Kagesa after visiting the Military Police Headquarters, it would be too blatant.

Zhou Zhengqing looked past the sycamore tree outside the window and looked further away. Terauchi Hisaichi was about to take office, and the situation was still unclear.

At this critical juncture, it is better to have less trouble than more.

"so!"

Zhou Zhengqing finally spoke, his voice seemed to come from far away. Turning around, he found that the cigarette in Yagu Sanji Masaki's hand was still intact, and he had obviously been waiting for his decision.

"Go tell Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao." Zhou Zhengqing's voice was low and powerful. "I agree to his request and give him the title of special advisor to the Military Police Headquarters."

The wind outside the window suddenly became stronger, making the curtains rustle.

Zhou Zhengqing walked to the desk.

"At the same time," Zhou Zhengqing continued, his tone carrying a hint of meaning. "Tell him to go find Yoshida Hayato when he gets to Shanghai." Zhou Zhengqing's lips curled up slightly. "I'll send a telegram to Yoshida myself. I'm sure Yoshida will really enjoy playing games."

Yamiya Masaki immediately understood and nodded slightly: "I understand."

"But..." Zhou Zhengqing suddenly changed the subject, his eyes becoming sharp: "You can take this opportunity to test his opinion and find out what his specific mission is.

Remember, if he shies away, don't push him. We have plenty of time."

Yamaya Masaki immediately straightened his back and said, "Hey! I will handle this properly."

After a moment's thought, Yamaya Masaki added, "Should we arrange for someone to follow him secretly?"

Zhou Zhengqing showed an approving look: "You've been very thoughtful. Let Yunzi from the Special High Section do it. She's good at this."

"Understood!" Yamaguchi Masaki bowed and said, "I'll do it right away."

Zhou Zhengqing nodded and watched Yamiya Masaki leave.

The moment the office door closed, his gaze became deep again, but a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Kagesuke Zhen Zhao..." Zhou Zhengqing whispered to himself.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhengqing's face froze.

"Why do I look like a villainous boss? Hiding in the office all day scheming this and that... But I'm a good person! Really!"

His eyes unconsciously drifted towards a certain direction of the Military Police Headquarters.

The newly laid grass there had a verdant sheen, perfectly concealing the traces of recent construction.

But beneath this peaceful lawn lies a vast underground cell system.

Zhou Zhengqing's sight penetrated through layers of cement and steel bars, as if he saw deeper secrets. It was not the cells holding prisoners, nor the secret laboratory on the next floor, but the "special beings" on the second underground floor who he strictly prohibited from coming up.

"Hiss..." Zhou Zhengqing rubbed his temples. When he thought of the "newbie gift package" tactical team given by the system, he felt a headache.

He raised his hand to summon the system screen, and the familiar blue interface unfolded before his eyes:

[Makarov's Private Guard Tactical Squad]

Team Leader: Makarov (codename "Death")

Members: 3 commandos (codenamed "Hammer, Sickle, Red Star")

2 snipers (codenamed "Winter Wolf Spiders")

2 support personnel (codenamed "Vodka Caviar")

"What a mess of code names..." Zhou Zhengqing's mouth twitched.

What made him even more headache was that this team was composed entirely of Slavs.

and....

"Aren't these just a bunch of terrorists?!"

As a modern person who had played many shooting games before traveling through time, Zhou Zhengqing knew too well the details of this "Makarov's Private Guard".

The system introduction clearly states: most of the members are extreme nationalist backbones or death squads carrying out special missions!

And the team leader Makarov made Zhou Zhengqing even more uneasy.

This man is a complete madman who massacres civilians, creates panic, and completely ignores all rules. What's more terrifying is that he will do anything to achieve his goals, even at the expense of his own teammates!

"System, are you kidding me?" Zhou Zhengqing scratched his hair randomly.

Although the system guarantees that this team is absolutely loyal to it and regards itself as the sole leader, anyone would frown if they had such a person under their command.

"But..." Zhou Zhengqing's eyes fell on Makarov's resume: he had served in the airborne troops and later joined the Alpha Special Forces, and had rich experience in special operations.

"If he were to train the military police..."

As soon as this thought came to mind, Zhou Zhengqing quickly shook his head to reject it.

The military police have already been severely brainwashed. If they were handed over to Makarov for training, given Makarov's personality, I'm afraid someone would die on the first day of training.

In the end, he could only place this "hot potato" on the second underground floor and claim to the outside world that it was a "White Russian mercenary" recruited from Harbin.

"At least... if they are temporarily guarding the house and guarding the second underground floor, they are good hands." Zhou Zhengqing thought with a smile.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door, interrupting his thoughts.

. . . . . . . . .

"Report to the General!" Koto Saburo pushed the door open and walked in with an unconcealable excitement on his face. Even his salute was a little faster than usual.

"Shigeno Taro of the 4th Division Field Artillery Regiment just contacted me!"