Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

As he spoke, Shadow took a step closer and handed the paper in his hand to Lao Tan. His voice became even lower, carrying a kind of silky temptation like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Teacher Fan, times have changed. What we in the Military Intelligence Bureau want is rectification, an iron fist, and absolute control!

It’s not the Second Division...” He glanced at the gun box on the ground, a sharp scorn on his lips: “They are working under the Japanese, relying on smuggling a few broken guns and a few boxes of ammunition in exchange for tiny merits, and even delusionally dreaming of using these “merits” to shake the core position of the First Division!

This is a massive erosion of the Party and the nation's power! It's something Director Xu Enzeng would never allow to happen!"

"A trivial achievement?" Old Tan's voice was not loud, but it resonated coldly in the empty warehouse. Every word seemed to be soaked in ice: "On the Songhu front, hundreds of soldiers died every day. Why?

Short of guns! Short of ammunition! At the concession docks, there are mountains of munitions. Who is holding them back?

It's the British and the French!

The Second Division used gold and US dollars to pave this road through the dangerous terrain, snatched these "broken guns" from the Japanese, and put them on the train heading south!

Every gun in the hands of our soldiers can kill more Japanese invaders!

This isn't a merit; it's the umbilical cord that saves countless lives from danger!"

At this point, Old Tan's eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing through Shadow's hypocritical respect. "And you, ordered to cut this umbilical cord and dye your hat and feather red with the blood of the soldiers on the front lines?"

Shadow was slightly shocked by this question that pierced his heart, but the hypocritical mask was restored to perfection in an instant, even with a kind of martyr-like fanaticism: "Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures!

Boss Dai's Second Department relied on this "umbilical cord" to grow stronger, reaching out everywhere, and even trying to control the core of anti-Japanese intelligence!

They are undermining the foundation of the wall, undermining the will of the leader! This so-called "umbilical cord" is not only carrying weapons, but also the poisonous pus that divides the Party and the country!

Destroying it might be painful in the short term, but in the long term it would be like scraping the bone to cure the poison, a heroic act of self-sacrifice! Only by removing this malignant tumor that could turn into cancer at any moment can we fully defend our country from the enemy!

Teacher, this is the necessity of rectification, this is the responsibility of the whole place!"

Shadow finished speaking with almost impassioned emotion, then chuckled nervously, "Besides, what if tens of thousands of people died on the front lines?

As long as we live, we will be the pillars of the Party and the country.

When we die, it's a sacrifice for our beliefs; that's our final destination! History is ultimately written by those who survive." The indifference and cruelty in these words completely stripped away all pretense.

silence.

The dust in the warehouse seemed to solidify during the standoff between the two men.

Old Tan didn't look at Shadow's face, which was slightly distorted by fanaticism. His eyes moved to an ant that was carrying a dead cockroach in the corner of the warehouse.

Its strength was insignificant, but it dragged its prey towards its lair with persistence and clarity.

After a long moment, he slowly spoke, his voice like gravel rubbing against each other, with a strange sense of fatigue: "On the day Tianjin fell, I went to the church in the Chinese area. The priest was killed by a stray bullet, and half of his head was missing."

Shadow was stunned, not understanding why the teacher suddenly brought this up. He frowned slightly, maintaining a listening posture, with a flash of confusion in his eyes.

"Next to the priest's body was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen." Old Tan continued, his tone terrifyingly calm: "He was using a sharpened piece of iron to pierce the aorta in his broken leg.

Blood spurted out, staining the torn scripture under him red.

He was speechless, the light in his eyes like a shattered mirror, filled with pain and confusion. Old Tan raised his head, his gaze as deep as an ancient well, peering into Shadow's pupils. "The artery was ruptured, there was no hope, but his method would only bring him more pain, so I helped him escape."

He struggled in my arms, his nails digging into my flesh, dirty and hot.

Before he died, he tried to open his eyes and look at the sky. Tell me, do you understand what this child doesn't understand?

Haha, of course you don’t understand. That priest was his last support. Without him, he had no hope of living.

He didn't understand why Father Ba died and why God took away his support!

Of course you can’t understand this because you can’t experience the despair of the lower classes.”

This seemingly irrelevant narrative and accusation, like a cold rope, suddenly wrapped around Shadow's heart.

A cold sense of fear crept up from his tailbone to the back of his head. He suppressed the sudden chill, his throat dry. "Teacher, is this the time to discuss the horrors of war? The grand plan of the First Division..."

"The grand plan?" Old Tan interrupted softly, a smile slowly spreading across his lips, a cold, death-like smile. "The grand plan of the first department is to deliver the information about the next cargo handover to someone at the Japanese North China Front Command tonight, using the radio waves leaked from a machine in this warehouse?"

Old Tan's eyes were fixed on an old, dusty telegraph machine in the shadows.

There was a "buzz" sound!

Shadow only felt as if a muffled thunder had exploded in his ears!

The blood all over his body instantly rushed to his head, and then disappeared completely in the next second. His face turned a terrifying grayish-white! His eyes were almost popping out of his head!

"You...what's wrong with you..." Shadow blurted out, his voice dry and trembling.

The smooth mask that had been worn on his face for so long was completely shattered for the first time, revealing the horror underneath.

Old Tan looked at his face, which was twitching slightly due to extreme shock, and the cold smile on his face deepened.

"My teacher is Gosai Fujita, who lives in the Yamanaka Dojo on the banks of the Onga River in Fukuoka, Kyushu, Japan." The name that Old Tan uttered carried an unforgettable weight.

“I studied Fujita-ryu Iaijutsu, kendo, and karate.

They taught me how to hide like a shadow, how to take anyone's life in a split second, using the most energy-saving and precise methods, whether it's with my bare hands or with any object around me: a pen, a bamboo stick, a stone, a piece of paper."

As he spoke, Old Tan reached out and took the appointment paper from Shadow's hand and flicked it gently.

The shadow froze in place, as if falling into an icy cave!

If possible, Shadow would never want to hear what Lao Tan just said! The more he knew, the more likely he would die, not to mention the other party's most secret details.

His fingertips were cold, and for the first time he realized so clearly that he was not facing an old intelligence agent who had fallen from power, but an unfathomable evil spirit lurking in the abyss.

But he didn't dare to move. Although he was armed, he knew that at such a close distance, he would have no chance to draw his gun.

"Haha, don't worry, I'm not capable of killing people with paper! I don't need to kill you!"

Old Tan smiled, threw the appointment letter in his hand aside, and slowly took out a small metal object from the inner pocket of his gray silk gown.

In the dim light, its cold light flashed, and it turned out to be a slender triangular prism.

This tiny metal object seemed to be filled with boundless murderous aura.

"The Fujita-ryu graduation exam," Old Tan said in a low voice, each word like a rusty saw pulling at nerves: "The patient must be awake, and this shadow cone must be used to continuously sever seven joints in the spine within a single breath.

To create pain beyond the limit and... absolute silence."