Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

He took a deep breath of the cold air filled with gunpowder and blood, and using his hands and feet, like a lizard struggling for life in the mud, he tried his best to climb out of the narrow ditch that smelled of death.

The police uniforms were heavily soaked with sewage, making every step extremely difficult.

He followed the shadow at the base of the wall, like a black shadow wet by water, moving crookedly towards the outer wall of the Mitsui warehouse in front of him.

A corner of the warehouse collapsed, forming a huge hole filled with sharp steel bars and rubble.

As long as you get there, you can see the accounting office building from the side!

The moon broke free from a thick cloud, and a pale light suddenly poured down, just illuminating the last few meters he rushed forward.

The hideous collapsed mouth of the warehouse was right in front of him! He even saw the figure of an expatriate in a kimono, hiding behind the rubble and shooting.

A sense of ecstasy at reaching safety and an eager desire to show off instantly clouded his mind.

He straightened his aching body, raised his rifle high in one hand, pointed the other hand toward the window of the accounting office where the muzzle flash was lit, and roared with all his might:

"The target is..."

The lingering sound of the word "在" still vibrated in his violently heaving chest, and he hadn't yet uttered it completely...

A mortar shell came as if it had been predetermined, hitting with precision and exploding next to the expatriate who was shooting.

He remembered the extremely dull and short impact, as if a giant's hammer hit him hard through the thick felt!

“Buzz——”!

The whole world became quiet in an instant.

All that was left in my ears was an endless, sharp buzzing sound.

A huge force threw him backwards, and the back of his head hit the cold, wet gravel on the ground, but the impact was dull and distant.

His consciousness was blurring and he struggled to roll his eyes upward amidst the shrill buzzing and coughing that smelled of mud and blood.

Vision is blurry and shaky.

He saw the head that was shooting the expatriates before. At this moment, it was thrown high into the air by the force just now, rolling like a funny fallen leaf, drawing a ridiculous arc in the air.

Then, it rolled and slowly fell down. With a "puff", it landed right on Qingmu's head, which was facing up and still buzzing. Less than half a meter away.

The cheeks of the head were torn, and a hole was clearly visible on the edge of the forehead. The moonlight shone coldly through the small hole, falling on his face and reflecting a small pale spot of light.

The edge of the hole was neat, with traces of gunpowder smoke remaining on it, like a third, ruthless eye, coldly mocking his stupidity and arrogance.

. . . . . .

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Looking up at the sky, Aoki Takeshige, whose head was still dazed, could clearly hear the whistling sound of an object breaking through the air at high speed.

Then, the earth began to tremble...

I felt the earth beating on my back, and waves of tingling came over me.

The violent explosion and the flames shooting into the sky illuminated Aoki Takeshige's pale face.

The bombardment continued for several minutes, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"The navy's bombardment is over! Everyone, get up and charge! You cowards!!!" Shouts came from the darkness around me!

"For the Emperor!" A hoarse but fanatical cry came from someone's mouth, tearing through the brief silence and igniting a roar of response.

The sound was like a whip lashing Aoki's nerves, shattering the hesitation and cowardice in his heart.

A roar like a broken gong suddenly burst out from his chest, as if he wanted to spit out all his internal organs: "Get on board!" He suddenly got up from the ground, almost pushing away the bricks in front of him, and rushed forward with his rifle in hand, regardless of everything.

It was pitch black ahead, but the bullets seemed to have eyes, carrying the buzz of death, and crisscrossed from the roofs, broken windows, and brick gaps on both sides of the front, weaving a net of fire.

He had only rushed a few steps, perhaps only slightly farther than a frightened rabbit leaps, when a hot air current carrying the breath of death suddenly swept over his forehead.

He seemed to hear the sound of cloth being torn by a huge force, and his head felt cold. The entire brim of the police hat on his head, along with the mudguard in front, were violently blown away!

His head jerked back as if it had been whipped, and as he staggered, he felt the exposed scalp suddenly go cold, followed by a burning numbness.

It was almost an instinctive reaction of his body. Aoki Takeshige fell like mud on the messy street. Broken glass, broken wooden strips and a wet, sticky, and still warm mixture of mud and water kissed and wrapped around his body at the same time.

He could only try his best, using all four limbs, to crawl towards the low broken wall opposite that could barely serve as a shelter.

Every friction and drag on the rough ground made his ribs hurt.

Bullets continued to bite the road and walls around him, making puffing sounds, and dirt and gravel splashed from time to time.

"Climb! Quick! Damn it!" Aoki Takeshige roared silently in his heart.

His fingers finally grabbed the cold and rough bricks at the edge of the broken wall. For a moment, he even had an inexplicable illusion that this coldness, like the stream water in his hometown, brought him some comfort.

After a brief respite, the desire for achievement surged again like boiling lava breaking through the solidified shell of fear.

He ignored the whispers of others to "hold your position" and thrust his rifle out from a gap in the broken brick wall. The gap was like a dark gun muzzle, exposing his head to the space that devoured life.

He aimed at a blurry figure ahead. Perhaps a Chinese soldier trying to carry ammunition? He pulled the trigger, and the characteristic cold, dry crack of a Type 38 rifle rang out.

Then, just before the muzzle flame completely dissipated, another faint fire seemed to light up in the shadows not far away from him.

Almost at the same time as the fire flashed on the opposite side, an extremely violent impact slammed into the broken wall on the Qingmu side!

"Puff, bang!" An extremely heavy muffled sound exploded close to his ear!

Countless sharp and hard fragments of sand and gravel mixed with hot gunpowder slag suddenly shot out.

He instinctively wanted to open his mouth and scream in pain, but his mouth was instantly filled with acrid, rough sand and gravel, as well as hot iron filings and gunpowder slag!

The mixture, with its pungent smell of exploded soil and sulfur from gunpowder, blocked his throat, hurt his gums, and triggered an uncontrollable and violent coughing fit.

On the outside of his cheeks, those tiny wounds created by the jet-like gravel were oozing warm liquid mixed with dust.

The battlefield was like a boiling cauldron, never quiet for a moment. The air in the alley began to mingle with the suppressed howls of pain from their companions. Fear and chaos spread wildly in the narrow area like an overturned anthill.

Aoki had just managed to recover from the choking and stinging pain when he caught a glimpse of a chilling sight out of the corner of his eye. Not far in front of where he was hiding, a short shadow was half poking out from another pile of ruins!

A strange sound broke the deathly silence that was bound to come in the next second.

Gulu... Gulu...

It wasn't a gunshot, but a dull, heavy rolling sound.

Just when Aoki was about to retract his head and lose his soul in fear, a round black shadow, with the cold arc unique to death and the sound of rolling that made people's scalps explode, rolled down from the slope of a collapsed building on the side and above, and landed exactly in the corner of the broken wall where he was curled up!

The sound instantly crushed all his will and desire.

Aoki Takeshige's pupils shrank to the size of needle points at that moment!

One second... Two seconds...

The expected devastating explosion did not occur, and time seemed to be stretched out endlessly.