Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Itai Yudai leaned forward slightly, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead under the lamplight, and lowered his voice to a very low level: "General, regarding the matter of those two Chinese people... Can you allow me to report to you in detail after I have interrogated Xiangyue Qingji?

"I'm truly worried," Itai Yudai said, his throat rolling, his eyes glancing obscurely in the direction of the curtains. "If this drags on for too long, I'm afraid something might happen to Kazuki Seiji..."

Zhou Zhengqing followed Ban Jing's hint and looked at the drooping white curtain. He was shocked to find that the moaning sound behind the curtain, which was not very clear to begin with, had now become weaker and intermittent, revealing a sense of dying weakness.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhou Zhengqing's gaze slowly shifted back to Banjing. "You're the head of the Intelligence Section." His voice was low, but each word was clear. "I won't interfere with specific matters."

After a pause, an invisible pressure instantly spread: "But you must always remember that important matters must be reported promptly. Do you understand?"

"Hey!" Itai Yudai straightened his back suddenly and bowed deeply again. "I will take the general's instructions to heart! I will not dare to slack off in the slightest! Regarding those cultural relics..."

Itai Yudai stood up straight and said earnestly, "I have made up my mind to wait until everything is clear and there are definite results before reporting to the general.

You have a heavy workload, with so many things waiting for your attention. If you are constantly bothered by trivial matters, I would be truly apprehensive. I beg the General to understand this point!"

As he spoke, Itai Yudai bowed again, his attitude extremely humble, as if he wanted to fold his entire body into the floor.

"Yoshi." Zhou Zhengqing's face remained calm, and he only nodded slightly. "That's good. Go ahead and do your work. I'll await your detailed interrogation results."

After saying that, Zhou Zhengqing didn't look at Ban Jing again. He turned sideways, adjusted his stiff cuffs calmly, and cast his gaze on Sakurako who was standing quietly beside him with her hands hanging down.

Sakurako felt the gaze and subconsciously adjusted her posture to be more respectful.

"Yingzi, cooperate with Itai's work." Zhou Zhengqing's eyes swept across the direction of the curtain and then fell back on Yingzi. His tone softened a little: "Don't worry about Huizi. Lingzi is taking care of her for the time being."

"Hey, Master, don't worry, Sakurako knows what to do." Sakurako bowed.

"Okay, I'll be leaving now." Zhou Zhengqing said, turning around and pointing in the direction of the white curtain: "After the interrogation, let's deal with it more cleanly."

"Hi!" Yudai Itai bowed quickly.

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As soon as he left the suffocating prison cell, Itai Yudai didn't even bother to catch his breath. He immediately whispered to Shiraiwa Ryuo beside him, "Quick! Go check on Seiji Kazuki and Koichi Takeda first!"

Bai Yanliu nodded, bowed slightly to Zhou Zhengqing, and then quickly rushed into the cell.

Ban Jing himself did not dare to delay. He quickly adjusted his pace, maintained a subtle distance, and followed closely beside Zhou Zhengqing, ready to see Zhou Zhengqing off from this gloomy underground.

The only sound in the corridor was the muffled footsteps of the crowd. The cold concrete walls reflected the dim light, revealing a dead silence.

Just as the group was about to reach the corner of the iron stairs leading to the next floor.

"Bang!"

At the other end of the passage, a heavy iron door was suddenly pushed open from the inside, making a harsh metal friction sound, breaking the suffocating silence.

Several blurry figures filed out from behind the iron gate. They wore snow-white gowns and heavy round gas masks, their lenses gleaming eerily in the dim light, like ghostly doctors crawling out of hell.

These people had obviously just completed a task and were frantically taking off the masks that restricted their breathing.

The moment the masks left their faces, fresh, or relatively fresh air rushed into their mouths and noses, allowing them to see the crowd standing in the middle of the aisle and Zhou Zhengqing surrounded by them.

When Zhou Zhengqing saw the attire of this group of people, his heart sank!

The purpose of building this second floor deep underground suddenly came to my mind!

And there is the news that Qi told me a few days ago!

Without thinking too much, Zhou Zhengqing turned his head abruptly, his eyes fixed on the flattering face of Ban Jing Yudai beside him, and asked with shock and anger between his teeth: "Who are they?! Are you...?"

Before he finished speaking, the men in white coats at the end of the corridor had already recognized Zhou Zhengqing's identity. The leader hurriedly trotted over, as if wanting to explain or greet him.

"Don't let them get close!" Zhou Zhengqing almost roared, and at the same time, he quickly turned his body sideways and gave a stern order to Makarov behind him.

There is no unnecessary warning language, action is the clearest command!

“Da da da… Da da da!”

There was no fluctuation on Makarov's stern Slavic face. The moment Zhou Zhengqing gave the order, he instantly raised his MP34 submachine gun, which was originally hanging at an angle, and the black muzzle spewed out a short and deadly tongue of fire!

The sound of gunfire roared in the narrow passage, deafening! Hot shell casings tinkled to the ground.

A string of bullets accurately swiped the concrete floor in front of the leader's feet! Concrete fragments and sharp ricochets splattered wildly with a piercing scream!

The leader and the men in white coats who followed closely behind him seemed to be hit hard by an invisible hammer in front of their feet. They suddenly stopped in their tracks, and the terrified expressions on their faces that had just been revealed when the masks were taken off froze and distorted in an instant!

Several people froze in place, shaking like sieves, staring at the bullet holes that were emitting smoke so close to them, the chill of death sweeping over their bodies.

"Click! Click!" Almost at the same time as Makarov fired, several other tall team members beside him raised their weapons like lightning, and the black muzzles of their guns were like poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues, pointing steadily at the group of stiff targets at the end of the passage. As long as there was any movement, the pouring rain of bullets would tear them apart completely in the next second!

The air in the passage instantly froze into ice, leaving only the smell of burning gunpowder, mixed with the unique musty smell deep underground.

"General... General..." The blood had long since drained from the face of the man in the white coat who was leading the group, leaving him as pale as paper.

He leaned forward slightly, his hands unconsciously and extremely stiffly placed in front of him, as if trying to show that he was harmless, and every syllable was trembling uncontrollably.

"I am...we..."

He stuttered more and more as he spoke, and the rest of his words were strangled in his throat by fear, because he had already seen Zhou Zhengqing's ashen face.

Makarov walked silently closer to Zhou Zhengqing.

The overhead light in the corridor cast heavy shadows on his sunken eye sockets, making the cold and hard Slavic face even more gloomy.