Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

She suddenly covered her cherry lips with her slender hands, her cold palms resisting her uncontrollable words. Her cheeks instantly turned red with panic and embarrassment, and her bright eyes looked at Zhou Zhengqing in panic.

Zhou Zhengqing was listening with his heart pounding, and was also excited by her emotions.

Seeing Lingzi suddenly stop like a frightened deer, covering her mouth and looking at him with obvious panic in her eyes, he couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Next step? Where does it lead to? Lingzi, what did you want to say just now?"

"No, nothing!" Lingzi waved her hands as if she was scalded.

Her fingertips twisted the corners of her clothes nervously, and she spoke quickly, with a hint of haste that only made it more obvious: "Master, please don't misunderstand. This is not a path to somewhere. Lingzi just spoke without thinking, and her wording was very inappropriate!"

Taking a deep breath, Lingzi quickly offered an explanation: "What I meant is, Master, you just need to establish a heroic image, relying on the deep-seated admiration and respect that the people of the empire have for you.

Whether you want to expand the power of the military police in the future, or... um... use some less... shady means to accumulate wealth, you will not encounter any obstacles.

Even if some ignorant people come out to slander him, the enthusiastic support of the people of the empire will never allow the superhero in their minds to be insulted in the slightest!

They will spontaneously become your sharp blades!"

Lingzi changed the concept neatly and quickly, replacing the dangerous "leading to" with the pragmatic "benefits and advantages", while carefully observing Zhou Zhengqing's expression.

And where is Zhou Zhengqing at this moment?

There was a barely perceptible glint of understanding in his eyes.

Lingzi's expression of covering her mouth in a hurry, the half sentence she blurted out, and the awkward way she tried to smooth things over were all clearly visible to him.

In fact, Zhou Zhengqing's mind was already as clear as a mirror: where did it lead to? Where else could it lead to?

From the almost devoutly loyal eyes of Itai Yudai's fanatical followers, from what they wrote and did, without any hint, the ambitious picture of reaching the pinnacle of supreme power had already been looming.

His heart is as clear as a mirror, but he never points it out.

To be honest, the so-called "lonely at the top" position is not what he desires at the moment. To him, power is more like a powerful tool to achieve his goals, rather than the goal itself.

But he also knew that it was this "ambition" that was misunderstood and highly anticipated by Itai and others that was the driving force that drove them to cause trouble for the military and even the whole of Japan whenever they got the chance!

The corners of Zhou Zhengqing's mouth curled up slightly, forming an almost playful arc, and a cold gleam flashed in his deep eyes.

I thought to myself, people are ultimately fed by dreams, no matter whether these dreams are ultimately realized or not.

Especially for Itai Yudai and the entire aristocratic class behind him who are quick-witted and speculative, this carefully "misunderstood" ambition pointing to the highest power in the empire is the most juicy bait to nourish this "active catfish"!

Without this bait dangling before our eyes, where would the activity and motivation come from?

Their turbulent waters, which should have been stirring, have now become a calm, stagnant pool without any threat. That would be… not fun anymore.

The air in the room suddenly froze, and Reiko's cheeks, flushed with a sickly red due to excitement, kept changing expression.

The pair of eyes that were usually clear and bright were now burning with an almost fanatical flame, like a wildfire fanned by an invisible wind, burning the boundaries of reason.

Zhou Zhengqing's eyes fell calmly on Lingzi's face, his voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable weight: "Lingzi, you think too much.

The people are not monolithic. If they act without restraint, expose their ambitions openly without even the slightest concealment, they are digging their own graves and will inevitably fall sooner or later."

This is the most straightforward criticism. One's edge must be hidden in the sheath, and one's thoughts must not be revealed.

However, Lingzi, who has always been smart, seemed to be possessed by some force at this moment.

She may have understood, but chose to cover it up with a more intense disguise.

She hurriedly took half a step forward, her slender fingers unconsciously tightening the corners of her clothes, her voice filled with suppressed excitement: "Master, perhaps some of the people in the empire will understand how to think.

But most of them have been brainwashed by militarist ideology and have come to worship the strong, and this ideology is one of the important pillars of the militarist system."

Lingzi gasped, chaotic sparks dancing wildly in the depths of her pupils: "If...if someone jumps out and disrespects the Emperor now, what will be the consequences?!"

Zhou Zhengqing heard Lingzi say this and smiled stiffly: "Haha, Lingzi, you are too much. How can you compare yourself to the emperor!"

"Everything depends on human efforts!" Lingzi seemed to be stimulated and became even more excited. Her face flushed like blood, as if some imprisoned beast deep in her soul was about to break free from its cage.

She practically screamed it out with a sacrificial fervor: "These are troubled times! They're a melting pot! Smoke is raging everywhere, and it's a perfect opportunity for you to take advantage of it..."

"Shut up!" Zhou Zhengqing's angry shout was like thunder, instantly splitting her crazy mumbling.

Zhou Zhengqing stood up suddenly, his eyes piercing Lingzi like ice spikes: "Don't you dare say a word that is presumptuous! Lingzi!"

Zhou Zhengqing suddenly lowered his voice, each word piercing Lingzi's confused nerves, "Did you forget to take your medicine today?"

The air was dead.

medicine!

Sakurako's morbid methods can be explained by her distorted personality.

But Reiko... she was different.

She is a masterpiece carefully nurtured and "destroyed" by the Fujita family, a "mental patient" who truly needs drugs to maintain the boundaries of sanity.

The two sisters' unusual mental states stem from their childhoods without seeing the sun.

The inhuman training day after day is a torture that sears the nerves.

The repeated mental torture and the bloody stimulation brought by various killing methods have long since shattered normal perception.

The reason why they were sent to Takuto Takazaki in such a "defective" state was precisely because of the slavery brand that was deeply ingrained in their bones by the Fujita family.

Ever since they were young, "loyalty to the Takazaki family" has been written into their instincts like breathing, becoming the only anchor that keeps their broken minds from completely collapsing.

At this moment, Zhou Zhengqing, the man who replaced Takuto Takazaki and became the "master" of their life, death and soul, shouted.

It was like a bucket of cold water mixed with ice chips, temporarily extinguishing the out-of-control raging fire called "ambition" and "fanaticism" in Lingzi's head.

The fire in Reiko's eyes suddenly went out, leaving only empty embers and a barely perceptible tremor of fear.

His body swayed slightly, as if all his strength had been drained away. He slowly lowered his head, and a suppressed, broken sob escaped from his throat.

Cold sweat soaked her temples. The declaration that almost burned her life just now left only endless exhaustion and confusion.

The forcibly awakened "slave instinct" and the restless "madness factor" in her body were silently tearing each other apart, making her like a glass doll that was about to shatter.