Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The engine started, and Lao Tan's body swayed slightly with the slight ups and downs of the vehicle. He slowly leaned back in the chair, his face hidden in the deepest darkness of the car, leaving only a vague and resolute outline.

The right corner of the stroke-stricken person's mouth twitched nervously, causing half of his face to jump slightly upwards, forming a weird and numb half-smile.

He didn't look at Banjing, but lowered his eyes to his right hand, which was resting on his knees. The veins were slightly protruding and the knuckles were thick. There was a barely noticeable dark mark from the shadow on the cuff of his sleeve.

"Dead?" Itai's voice was calm, with a businesslike tone, but his Japanese pronunciation was deliberately slowed down to ensure that the "collaborator" could hear clearly.

Old Tan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he made a turbid, hoarse sound from deep in his throat, as if his trachea was blocked by mucus.

He raised his hand and slowly, with a deliberate delay, used his fingertips to wipe across the slightly twitching right corner of his mouth, as if he was trying to control the uncontrollable muscles.

After a few seconds, Old Tan raised his eyelids, and his eyes were unusually deep and dark in the dim light.

"Dead." The voice was hoarse and short, like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other. The sequelae of the stroke were not only manifested on his face, but were also deeply engraved in his vocal cords.

The tense expression on Banjing's face immediately relaxed, and one could almost hear the sound of him exhaling softly.

"Yoshi, very good!"

Praise came out of his mouth with the ease of completing a task. A hint of undisguised pride flashed across the young face, but then he realized something and immediately restrained himself, but the straightforward emotion still could not be completely concealed.

Old Tan still had his eyelids drooped, as if studying the fine texture of the gown fabric on his knees.

After a moment, Old Tan asked slowly in an almost dull and flat tone, and the question resounded loudly in the narrow carriage.

"Section Chief Itai..." Every few words, the corners of his mouth would twitch uncontrollably, giving the question a broken and strange rhythm: "Are you really doing these things... to help us, China, fight against Japan?" He deliberately emphasized the word "help".

A smile appeared on Itai Yudai's face, and he calmly lit a cigarette for himself.

Speaking of fooling these anti-Japanese elements, this is not the first time he has done it, and it can't be considered fooling.

"War is never a monolithic situation." Itai Yudai lowered his voice with a kind of false frankness: "Especially in the imperial army, the military's decision is like an unshakable boulder.

But we, the soldiers closest to the battlefield, have seen too much blood and too much ashes... both those of the soldiers and those of Chinese civilians."

After a pause, Itai Yudai seemed to be weighing his words: "Some people are obsessed with the longevity of military fortune, while others, like me, clearly realize that the ultimate end of this road is a bottomless abyss and the complete destruction of the empire."

These words sounded high-sounding, and the tone even carried a hint of heavy compassion.

But both people in the car knew that this was not all. Old Tan even turned around and looked at Itai Yudai with an unpleasant look.

Yudai Itai felt the penetrating gaze in the cigarette smoke, like a cold probe, trying to peel off the delicate layer of paint on his words.

He was silent for two seconds, and the smoke from his exhaled became thicker. "A deeper reason?" He gently shook the burning cigarette in his hand. "Maybe I'm just tired of watching the blood debt continue to grow, and our enemies will only grow stronger in the blood and fire.

This is not in the long-term interests of the empire."

Beneath the cunning evasions and whitewashed words, there is not a trace of substance.

Old Tan understood clearly that behind this seemingly young face in front of him, there were more complex and even deeper motives.

Factional strife?

The Military Police Command's huge private trade was interrupted by the war?

Or has he sensed the dangers of the vortex of power higher up and is trying to bet on both sides?

To me, Itai Yudai's "clarity" is just another posture of self-preservation and speculation.

The strange gurgling sound came from Old Tan's dry throat again, as if he was swallowing something with difficulty.

He slowly raised his right hand and pointed at the city ruins outside the car window, which had not yet been cleaned up. The shadows of the wreckage were vaguely visible.

"Then what about these?" His voice was even more fragmented due to his excitement, and every word was accompanied by the twitching of his lips. "You delivered ammunition to the Chinese frontline soldiers, which weakened your army. Isn't this treason?"

This is the ultimate question that peels away all pretense! It gets to the heart of the matter!

Itai Yudai's face sank, and the compassion and melancholy he had just deliberately created disappeared.

He put out the cigarette forcefully in the copper ashtray next to the car door, making a harsh "sizzle" sound.

"Watch your words! The word traitor is too strong! I cannot bear the consequences! I don't need to explain the logic of my actions to you!

Our cooperation is based on a common goal, to combat those who truly endanger the stability of both our countries! Like the idiot you just cleared out! And like... "

He leaned forward suddenly, almost in front of Old Tan, and lowered his voice, each word like a poisoned ice needle: "Those who are loyal to the emperor on the surface, but in fact, they use the war to do whatever they want in China and Tianjin behind the backs of the top leaders, making huge profits from the war.

Even certain factions that try to influence local decision-making! Those who allow the war to continue endlessly." He deliberately emphasized the word "certain factions", full of gnashing hatred and warning: "They are the cancer on the body of the empire!

Their existence will only drag our Great Japanese Empire into an irretrievable quagmire faster!

When I help you get the weapons you need, I am also helping myself, the true imperial soldiers, to eliminate those deadly termites!

Isn't it what Chinese people like you would like to see the war end sooner? "

After a fierce roar, Itai Yudai seemed to realize that he had lost his composure.

He took a deep breath, slowly leaned back in his chair, took out a silk handkerchief from his military uniform pocket, and wiped his forehead.

When he spoke again, his voice slowed down, trying to regain a steady rhythm, and even carried a hint of deliberate sadness and relief.

"As for you." Itai Yudai stared at Lao Tan's numb and twitching face: "You asked me twice. Once to ask about my real purpose, and once to ask if I was worried that you would tell on me..."

"Why aren't you worried?" Old Tan asked again directly.

"I've studied all your information.

You chose the most painful and complete way to disappear, using a method that was almost self-harm to completely erase all traces of the past.

He was even willing to start from the lowest level as a field agent and work his way up to his current position, which is enough to influence the situation in Tianjin's intelligence community."

Every word of Itai Yudai was like a heavy hammer hitting Lao Tan's deeply buried memory, which was the scene of him using drugs to cause a stroke on himself.