Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"My connection with Takeshige Aoki can be traced back to the spy school in Kobe, Japan, which specializes in training spies.

He and I were classmates.

After the training, fate tied us together again and threw us into the huge "hunting ground" of China, where we infiltrated the heart of China as lurkers to carry out intelligence missions.

In Nanjing, I used the humble identity of a waiter at the Tangshan Hot Spring Hotel as a cover.

Although this position was inconspicuous, it became an excellent springboard for me to contact Nanjing government officials.

With this advantage, I successfully infiltrated and persuaded Huang Jun, the confidential secretary of the Executive Yuan, to defect, and then dragged his son Huang Sheng into the water, weaving a preliminary intelligence network.

It can be considered an achievement.

In contrast, Takeshige Aoki, who came to Nanjing with him, seemed to have never found the fulcrum for success in the turbulent city of Nanjing, and his performance was mediocre and unremarkable.

The wheel of fate turns again.

Aoki and I eventually received transfer orders and withdrew to Shanghai.

This time, the scales of luck tilted towards me again.

Doihara, a giant in the imperial intelligence community, was very impressed by my ability to successfully build an efficient intelligence network while I was hiding in Nanjing.

This achievement allowed me to knock on the door of his core students who were personally trained by him.

Doihara accepted me as his disciple, brought me with him and personally trained and instructed me.

This is not only a recognition, but also a pass to the core intelligence circle of the empire.

However, this glory deeply hurt Aoki Takeshige's self-esteem.

Jealousy bit his heart like a poisonous snake.

He was unwilling to remain silent, and perhaps even more unable to tolerate the sudden rise of his former classmate.

Taking a desperate risk, he broke into Doihara's official residence and tried to recommend himself.

What's worse, his words were mixed with allusions and slanders about my character and abilities. He thought this was a stepping stone to climb up.

Unfortunately, Aoki ultimately underestimated Doihara's character and likes and dislikes.

Such reckless speculation and denigration of his established protégé not only failed to win his appreciation, but instead angered the intelligence chief, who was always known for his insight into people's hearts.

The thoughts of those in power are unfathomable, but their actions are clear and cruel.

A contemptuous sneer from the pinnacle of power determined Aoki's fate.

In a flash, he was sent to the police station under the Shanghai Consulate.

Thus, Aoki Takeshige, an elite member of a special training camp who had been immersed in espionage and cunning, had his outer shell of an intelligence officer hidden in the dark and operating invisibly brutally stripped off.

Instead, the lowest-level patrolman uniforms, a symbol of grassroots order, can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the imperial expatriate communities.

He patrolled the streets of the Japanese community every day, dealing with trivial matters such as neighborhood disputes, thefts and fights.

The grand mission and supreme glory that we once dreamed of eventually turned into nothing on the gray streets of Shanghai.

The sound of a patrolman's whistle was the most ruthless and thorough exile and humiliation that Doihara had inflicted on him in this power game.

From then on, Aoki Takeshige regarded me as his enemy. I even wondered if he would shoot me without hesitation if possible.

Nanzō Yunko might have been irritated by Zhou Zhengqing's attitude, and she actually spoke a lot in a sincere and heartfelt tone.

"So, your relationship with Aoki Takeshige is terrible." Zhou Zhengqing tapped his fingers on the table. "The root of his current downfall is jealousy... or to be more precise," Zhou Zhengqing's voice was gentle, but every word was clear. "Is it your identity as a woman that has hurt his pitiful self-esteem?"

"Yes," Nanzō Yunko replied softly, her drooping lashes casting a faint shadow on her eyelids. "I once... out of consideration for our old friendship, tried to help him escape the Doihara incident and get him transferred out of that quagmire of a police station."

A hint of bitterness and confusion trembled in Nanzō Yunko's voice. "After he found out... he actually sent me a telegram with extremely humiliating words, calling me a hypocrite showing false compassion and a victor showing mercy and charity."

Zhou Zhengqing looked at Nanzō Yunko's expression thoughtfully.

Her delicate jaw tightened slightly, revealing a hint of inexplicable grievance. Was it due to his rather harsh questioning? Or was it more because that former classmate had trampled on her rare kindness in such an extreme way?

"Your emotions are fluctuating. It seems you really want to help him." Zhou Zhengqing's voice slowed down. "So, in your opinion, can he still... be used by me?" Zhou Zhengqing paused deliberately, creating a sense of trust and inquiry. "Or, in other words, how can I make him work for me willingly?"

Noticing the softening of Zhou Zhengqing's tone, Nanzō Yunko took a deep breath, quickly regaining her composure. The calculating, cold glint of an intelligence officer reappeared in her eyes. "Young Master, Aoki Takeshige comes from a very traditional samurai family, and has been imbued with the ancient teachings of gratitude, righteousness, and propriety since childhood."

Her words were clear and logical, showing that she understood her classmate Takeshige Aoki very well.

"At this moment, he is like an old snake with a broken spine but still spitting venom, trapped in the most humble corner of the empire's shadow."

Nanzō Yunko said sharply, “As long as you, with your status that most people in the empire must look up to, extend a truly powerful helping hand to him.

Pull him out of this morass and return him to the battlefield as an elite intelligence officer, and he will surely offer his unwavering loyalty like a drowning man grasping at a piece of driftwood."

"But, Master," Nanzō Yunko suddenly changed the subject, "If you really intend to use this person, you must...quickly!"

"Quick?" Zhou Zhengqing frowned slightly. "Reason?"

Nanzō Yunko lowered her voice and spoke rapidly, "Aoki Takeshige is trapped in that small police station, and the only shackles he has are the suppression of General Doihara's personal will!

Now, the shackles that Doihara brought to him no longer exist!

The Imperial Marines in Hongkou are arming every expatriate who can hold a gun!

Based on my understanding of Aoki Takeshige, with the samurai passion and crazy obsession to turn things around engraved in his bones, he will definitely rush onto the battlefield regardless of the consequences!

"Young Master, please imagine this: a warrior burdened with humiliation and eager to prove his worth with blood, trapped in a hail of bullets on a battlefield, would only do one thing." Nanzō Yunko spoke each word with remarkable clarity: "And that is to fight tooth and nail."

"You mean he might die in battle?" Zhou Zhengqing understood what Nanzō Yunko meant.

"I think it's very possible." Nanzō Yunko nodded.

Zhou Zhengqing's suspicious eyes slowly swept across Nanzō Yunko's face.

The detailed analysis of Takeshige Aoki and the subtle familiarity hidden beneath the calm statement made Zhou Zhengqing somewhat suspicious.