Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

A dead leaf crushed under his feet, and the slight sound made him pause.

The almost paranoid enthusiasm of Yudai Itai and others for "special weapons" once again surged into his mind.

Zhou Zhengqing could understand that enthusiasm, he really understood it.

That thing caused two once-invincible Type A divisions to collapse in just a few days. Who wouldn't be tempted?

It is a destructive force that surpasses conventional weapons and can rewrite the course of battle at a critical moment!

It's normal that Banjing and the others are reluctant to let go.

Using it... it's really so easy that it's frightening.

But behind this "convenience"... Makarov's warning of "Boss, this thing is very dangerous" is still ringing in my ears.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhengqing frowned tightly.

There are also Lao Tan and Shao Laoshuan!

In the original plot, they were supposed to struggle to survive under the shadow of the ultimate villain, Takeda Koichi.

Shao Laoshuan was even killed by Lao Tan because he hindered Lao Tan's plan.

But now?

With Takeda Hiroshi half dead and the biggest threat almost neutralized, these two "plot characters" who should have been hidden deeper suddenly appeared at the interrogation scene of Kazuki Seiji! !

It was not a spur-of-the-moment decision for Yudai Itai to bring them here.

What is hidden behind this?

These doubts can only be resolved after Itai Yudai finishes the interrogation and comes to report.

Zhou Zhengqing's thoughts were like tangled silk threads, repeatedly torn between Katsuki Seiji's cultural relics, Ishiwara Kanji's assassination, Itai Yudai's dangerous experiments and the sudden appearance of Lao Tan and Shao Laoshuan.

A sudden and fierce argument suddenly erupted from the armored vehicle parking area on the east side, abruptly cutting off the clues in his mind.

He frowned and turned to look.

The afternoon sun slanted down on several dust-covered armored vehicles. Koto Saburo and Jingren were seen surrounding a Type 2 light tank, their movements so intense that they were almost about to collide with each other.

Koto Saburo's fingers almost touched the tank's rough riveted armor plate, and his saliva splashed in the light: "If we continue to train without restraint like this, our diesel will run out this month!

Do you think our logistical work is easy?

If that's not enough, you still want me to apply for a few Imperial Type 95 light tanks. I absolutely won't agree! Even the general won't agree!

The general doesn't even look down on the empire's junk!"

"Baka! How dare you talk to me like that? What's wrong with the Empire's tanks? You yourself said they consume a lot of fuel. So what if I asked you to apply for a few Type 95s? At least they consume less fuel than the current Panzer II tanks!"

"It's true that the German Panzer II tank has high fuel consumption, but how can the protection provided by its sloped armor design be compared to the thin-skinned iron coffin of the Type 95 light tank?

You guys just need to use these two numbers, please don't cause me any trouble, my prince!"

Jingren's young face flushed crimson as he stiffened his neck in protest, his fingers tapping the tank's track guide teeth, producing a dull metallic clang. "Protection? In front of a true warrior, steel is but a vessel for will!

Xiao Tengjun, you only see the fuel consumption, but you fail to see the improvement in the soldiers' proficiency in operating in complex terrain!

Without sufficient actual vehicle training, are we going to have to wait until the battlefield to use the blood and flesh of soldiers to make up for the lack of experience?!

I just want more tanks! There's an old Chinese saying: Know your enemy and yourself, and you'll win every battle. Let the soldiers get more exposure to the Empire's tanks!

Even if I encounter it in the future, I will know how to deal with it!"

"Dream on! I will never agree to this. Don't try to deceive me. You just want to have as many chariots as possible!

Otherwise, go find the general yourself! I won't apply anyway!" Kotosaburo was not to be outdone, and said with his neck stiff.

The argument between the two was like two stones thrown into stagnant water, attracting the attention of the military police who were training nearby and completely dispelling Zhou Zhengqing's last bit of contemplation.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a very faint, almost self-deprecating arc, and he shook his head.

What a simple and straightforward world... Fuel, armor, and training grounds.

There is no undercurrent of cultural relics trade, no secret storage of deadly weapons, and no temptation to dance on the edge of a knife.

Troubles are so pure...

A subtle hint of fatigue and... envy? Flitted across Zhou Zhengqing's eyes, but it vanished in an instant, covered by his usual coldness.

My thoughts have been interrupted and there is no point in pacing further.

Zhou Zhengqing suppressed his slightly disturbed mood, and his military boots made a quick and clear sound as they stepped on the gravel road. Without lingering for a moment, he walked straight towards the majestic military police headquarters building.

I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the office, but the expected sounds of children playing did not come.

The room was unusually quiet, with only the regular ticking of the wall clock cutting through the stagnant air.

Zhang Xiaolan and Huihui had obviously left, and Lingzi was alone, sitting on the velvet sofa by the window drinking tea.

She stood with her back straight, her hands folded on her knees, and even the drape of her kimono revealed meticulous respect. The cup of cold tea on the table in front of her showed that she had been waiting for a long time.

"Master, you're back." Lingzi stood up immediately upon hearing the voice. Her movements were light and swift, but with a gentleness ingrained in her bones.

"Yeah." Zhou Zhengqing nodded, his eyes swept across the empty room, and he asked casually, "Where's Huizi?"

"Huizi was tired from playing, so Miss Xiaolan coaxed her into falling asleep again. She was taken to her room to rest." Lingzi replied gently, then subconsciously looked behind Zhou Zhengqing with a hint of subtle worry: "Yingzi... haven't you found her yet?"

"Found it, let her go." Zhou Zhengqing waved his hand, a barely perceptible hint of helplessness in his tone. He then walked to the large desk and sat down, leaning back slightly as he looked at Lingzi: "You waited for me here on purpose, is there something wrong?"

His intuition told him that Lingzi's coming here specially today and her current waiting were definitely not ordinary.

Lingzi moved lightly and silently approached the desk, lowering her voice to a whisper: "It's about Mr. Shen Xilin."

"Shen Xilin?" Zhou Zhengqing frowned, his knuckles unconsciously tapping lightly on the smooth mahogany tabletop. "Did his business... go wrong?"

The stability of Shen Xilin's smuggling business was of vital importance to him, so Zhou Zhengqing had to pay attention and ask.

"No, business is going on as usual." Lingzi shook her head slightly. "He wants to... invite you to a dance."

"Dance?!" Zhou Zhengqing's fingers that were tapping on the table suddenly stopped, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an arc with obvious ridicule and resistance, and he sneered briefly: "Dance?

Lingzi, you should know that I can't dance those fancy Western dance steps, and Shen Xilin really likes Western social skills."

"Master, your guess is spot on," Lingzi said with a knowing smile on her lips, "The place Mr. Shen chose is none other than the most extravagant Saint Anna Dance Hall in the French Concession.

The Filipino band played jazz, and the dancers were half Chinese and half Soviet, a truly Western style.”