Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Hmph." Zhou Zhengqing snorted coldly, his lips curled up in a sarcastic arc: "Experience?

Even the most basic preservation is only mediocre! Is this what you call basics?"

His gaze then turned to Makarov, who stood beside him like an iron tower, and his tone left no room for doubt: "You mentioned earlier that your so-and-so... could quickly confirm the contents. He's quite experienced, right?"

Zhou Zhengqing needs a more reliable answer, one that goes beyond Itai Yudai's guarantee and is based on professional judgment.

"Volker, codename Caviar, knows a lot about these 'invisible gadgets', Boss." Makarov's stern face did not show any extra expression. He just turned slightly and gestured again to the Belarusian team member behind him who was unusually tall and with calm eyes.

The burly man who was named took two steps forward like a war machine that received silent orders, and the soles of his boots made a dull echo on the concrete floor.

He spoke, his voice deep and confident, a characteristic of Slavs: "Boss, there's a simple label on the outside of the container. I happen to know a little bit about this stuff and recognize these labels. The information is basically clear."

Zhou Zhengqing fixed his gaze on Volker. "If we're just talking about preservation, can you ensure there won't be any accidents?"

"No problem, Boss," Volker replied crisply, with the calm assessment of a professional. "Although their methods are crude and primitive, as long as we strictly implement isolation procedures and strengthen monitoring, the risks... are manageable."

His assurance, based on his professional knowledge of the danger, was more convincing than Itai's empty oath.

"Okay!" Zhou Zhengqing made a decisive decision with almost no hesitation: "I'll leave this matter to you!

Before the transfer, the storage and safety of the items are under your full responsibility!"

Zhou Zhengqing chose professional forces that he had systematically trained and had a deep understanding of the basics, rather than "experts" who were hastily assembled by Banjing and had questionable backgrounds.

His gaze fell back on Itai Yudai, and Zhou Zhengqing's expression was complicated and difficult to read.

Stop it completely?

This thought had not passed through his mind.

However, since the Japanese army used it unscrupulously on the battlefield, what's wrong with me getting some for self-defense?

This cold and realistic idea ultimately overwhelmed the initial moral hesitation and risk concerns.

Once the gears of the war machine turn, they devour everything.

In just a few days, two Type A divisions were wiped out! This kind of power is like a poisoned dagger, dangerous, but it can save lives in troubled times.

To survive in troubled times, strength is the only hard truth, even if this strength is tainted with poison.

His eyes fell on Itai Yudai: "Itai, do you have any objection?" Zhou Zhengqing's words seemed like a question, but in fact, they were already a foregone conclusion.

Itai Yudai's back bent even deeper: "Hey! I dare not!" He replied hurriedly and respectfully: "Everything is entirely up to the general's arrangements!"

The moment he bent down, Itai Yudai's tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. At least, he had passed the current hurdle.

Zhou Zhengqing nodded slightly, his face expressionless.

Just as he turned around and was about to step onto the stairs leading to the ground, which were emitting a faint glow, his footsteps paused.

Turning sideways, Zhou Zhengqing raised his arm, and the hand wearing a snow-white glove fell heavily on Banjing Yudai's shoulder.

"Snapped."

The gloves rubbed against the material of the military uniform, making a slight but clear sound.

The slap was neither too strong nor too weak, but it made Itai Yudai subconsciously hold his breath and his muscles stiffen.

"You'd better take care of yourself..." Zhou Zhengqing's voice was low and close, with an indescribable complex meaning.

His gaze lingered for a moment, and deep within his gaze, Itai seemed to have caught a fleeting glimpse of...

Encouragement? Or a deeper warning?

After he finished speaking, Zhou Zhengqing did not stop. His boot heels stepped on the cold metal stairs, making a regular and oppressive "thump, thump, thump" echo. His figure was gradually swallowed by the darkness above the passage.

Itai Yudai still maintained his bent posture, as if he was nailed to the spot by the light slap.

The touch on his shoulder, the heavy weight and Zhou Zhengqing's last meaningful words, "Take care of yourself", kept colliding in his mind.

General... what does that even mean?

Punishment? Warning?

Or... tacit encouragement?

To be self-disciplined is a knock, but to pat on the shoulder... is it a recognition of my "achievements"?

Or maybe the general is actually satisfied with what he has done, but he just can't say it directly! ! ?

"Yunzi..." Itai Yudai murmured subconsciously, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Yes, go find her! Miss Yunzi, who is meticulous and knows the general's thoughts well.

She must be able to interpret the general's true attitude from these contradictory signals.

"Hey! Banjing!" A clear female voice came with obvious impatience.

When Itai Yudai turned around, he saw Sakurako standing with her hands on her hips not far away by the door leading to the interrogation room.

At this moment, Yingzi frowned and urged without any hesitation: "Are you still going to conduct the trial?

Doctor Bai Yan said that the guy inside can’t hold on any longer!

If you keep on dawdling, do you want to interrogate a corpse?"

"Oh! Hi! Coming... right here!" Ban Jing hurriedly stood up, the confusion and entanglement on his face were instantly replaced by a sense of urgency. He didn't dare to delay any longer and almost trotted towards the door.

. . . . . . . . . .

The heavy iron door slammed shut behind him, completely isolating the underground cell from the turbid air mixed with rust, mildew, and some indescribable smell of chemical reagents.

Zhou Zhengqing stepped onto the last step leading to the ground and took a deep breath of the cool evening breeze in early summer.

The wind carried the freshness of grass and trees, as well as the faint smell of fireworks from the distant city, which instantly diluted the suffocating coldness in the lungs, as if even the soul felt a little lighter.

Instead of returning immediately to the office that symbolized power but was also oppressive, the afternoon air was filled with heat. Zhou Zhengqing simply slowed down his pace and walked along the gravel path in the shade of the trees.

The scenes in the dungeon just now flashed back in my mind again and again, and every detail carried a heavy weight.

The first thought that came to mind was the precious cultural relics that Kozuki Seiji had privately collected, carrying a burning temptation.

Paintings and calligraphy? Bronze? Or perhaps some rare piece long lost in the dust of history?

If I could hold it in my hands...

This thought made his heart warm slightly, but it was immediately covered by a layer of haze. He was afraid that there were more than just his own pair of eyes staring at these things.

As my thoughts turned, the incident of the attack on Ishiwara Kanji in Peking resurfaced.

When the people from the Sakura Group appeared next to Ishiwara Kanji, it now seemed that they were really protecting him.

And Ishiwara Kanji was the first claw extended by the royal family, determined to accurately grab the fattest piece from the feast of flesh and blood torn apart by the giant beast of the military!

The royal family's hand could not help but reach out to the front of the stage. The water was deeper and muddier than he had expected.