Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

As if melting out from the shadows of the wall, several outlines that had originally merged with the darkness suddenly came to life.

Three muscular Slavic men who looked like mobile fortresses, and two relatively lean white youths with razor-sharp eyes, quickly gathered in front of the two men with silent but oppressive steps.

Five pairs of military boots hit the ground at the same time, making a dull and orderly thud, like the beating of war drums. They suddenly straightened their backs, like five taut pine trees, raised their right hands to the sides of their foreheads, and performed a standard military salute.

A deep and powerful oath resonated in the small space: "For the boss!"

The voice was not loud, but it was filled with loyalty and determination as strong as cast iron, making the air buzz.

A cold light flashed in Makarov's eyes, and he pulled the bolt of the MP34 submachine gun in his hand with his left hand. There was a crisp "click" sound, and the sound of cold metal friction seemed particularly harsh in the silence, announcing that the weapon was ready to fire.

"Boss, we're here," he said, his voice firm and decisive, each word like a nail hitting the ground. "No threat will ever get even a step closer to you."

What responded to him were five uniform and heart-pounding "click" sounds!

The bolts of the five MP34s reset simultaneously, and the cold notes of metal collision formed a series, instantly dispelling the musty smell that had originally filled the passage, and replacing it with a smell of iron and blood, cold and deadly.

The three Slavic men moved like rocks, and in an instant they formed a stable inverted triangle position. Their heavy bodies formed the first impenetrable steel wall, standing between Zhou Zhengqing and the unknown darkness ahead.

The muzzle of the gun was raised steadily, pointed slightly forward, and his eyes scanned every corner where danger might be hidden.

At the same time, the two white youths flashed behind Zhou Zhengqing like ghosts, forming a tacit defensive closed loop.

The MP34s in their hands were also kept in a state of readiness, with the muzzles slightly raised, vigilantly covering the shadows behind and on the flanks.

Five people, three in front and two in the back, instantly built an impenetrable mobile fortress, firmly guarding Zhou Zhengqing and Makarov in the absolutely safe center.

The air was filled with the strong smell of sweat, the tanned scent of leather holsters, and the faint smell of gunpowder on the team members, as if they had just walked out of the smoke of a battlefield, mixed with the damp and cold air seeping from deep within the tunnel, forming a unique and heart-pounding sensory impact.

Inside the encirclement, the dark metal body of the submachine gun reflected a cold glow in the dim light, like the fangs of a dormant beast.

However, it was this solid human wall, this cold steel, this pervasive smell of gunpowder, and this silent yet powerful protective posture that, like a powerful sedative, injected into Zhou Zhengqing's tense nerves.

Zhou Zhengqing took a deep breath, and his stiff shoulders finally relaxed. He could even feel the subtle muscles on the back of his neck trembling slightly and then calming down.

What a shame!

A burning feeling of embarrassment suddenly rushed to my ears.

Just now, he was frightened by the eerieness of this shabby place and the strange laugh, and even showed cowardice in front of his men!

Zhou Zhengqing felt ashamed and angry at the thought that he had almost lost all his authority as a boss.

However, this regret was soon covered by another emotion, a re-examination of Makarov's actions and a subtle approval.

This Slavic tough guy, who seems to know only how to fight with blood and plot tricks, is not a stubborn and reckless man.

He showed surprising insight and flexibility in how he treated his "boss".

This silent yet powerful "bodyguard ritual" accurately hits his deep-seated desire for security, with remarkable results.

This thoughtfulness benefited Zhou Zhengqing far more than a simple display of force.

At this moment, the strange, twisted and crazy "laughter" tore the silence apart again without warning.

Unlike the previous sudden laughter, the laughter at this moment penetrated Zhou Zhengqing's ears clearly.

fear?

No, not even a hint of fear this time.

Instead, there was a burst of rage, like ignited gasoline, rushing from the bottom of his heart straight to the top of his head!

It's Sakurako! Definitely that crazy maid!

I didn't recognize it at first, but now that I come to my senses, I know it's Sakurako's voice!

"Let's go!" Zhou Zhengqing's voice became low, with a hint of suppressed coldness.

"Roger that, Boss!" Makarov keenly caught the suppressed anger and renewed calm in his boss's tone.

There were no unnecessary questions or changes in expression, nor was there any order for the team members to disperse the watertight defensive formation.

The sturdy palm patted the shoulder of the Slavic player who stood like an iron tower in front of him steadily and powerfully, giving a short and clear pat.

This seemingly casual tap was like a silent and precise instruction.

The team member who was photographed did not move at all, but the muscles of his gun-holding arm tensed instantly. He immediately raised his left hand and tapped the shoulder armor of the two teammates on the left and right in front of him with the same short and precise taps.

No words, no eye contact, not even a hint of hesitation.

The three team members in front seemed to share the same brain. In the next microsecond after receiving the signal, three pairs of heavy military boots were raised at the same time, stepping in a uniform and steady tactical pace, like three moving steel walls, pressing forward steadily.

The muzzle of the gun was slightly lowered, keeping it in a state of alert ready to be raised at any time, and his eyes scanned every inch of shadow and possible cover in front of him like a searchlight.

Zhou Zhengqing saw all of this, and the anger in his heart caused by Sakurako was diluted a little by the smooth tactical coordination before him, and was replaced by a deeper satisfaction.

The professionalism and tacit understanding of the "tactical team" produced by this system are simply astonishing.

Every subtle movement and every silent communication is extremely precise and efficient.

This protection, which operates like a precision instrument, brings a heavy sense of security that comes from absolute strength.

In comparison, the guards sent by the Takazaki family mentioned above are less flexible in their job as "bodyguards".

They may be personally brave, but they will not hesitate to protect themselves from all dangers.

But there is absolutely no such integrated team spirit as the one in front of us, which turns protection into an instinctive will.

Zhou Zhengqing could even feel that the breathing of these five team members seemed to be adjusted to the same frequency. Their existence itself built an indestructible mobile fortress.

This peace of mind is priceless.

But unfortunately, they all have Slavic faces, which is too conspicuous, otherwise they would be good candidates for bodyguards.