Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"For someone who can be so cruel to himself, who endures this much... just to seek a glimmer of hope for this land he loves so deeply in the shadows, I don't think you will personally block the path that could truly help you, me?"

Itai Yudai raised his head slightly and uttered a very subtle sound that seemed to be a sigh, "The things in your bones are more ingrained and more terrifying than the Bushido engraved on the imperial sword.

Someone like you doesn't need me to worry about betrayal. You know better than anyone when to keep silent and when to... pull the trigger.

Now that the obstacles are cleared, the passage can be unobstructed again! Fan Sang!

The cargo from Lushun that your army urgently needs will be at Tanggu New Port East Pier No. 3 in three days, old..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lao Tan's hoarse voice:

"There's no need to tell me these secrets." The voice was flat and without any ripples. Each syllable was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty, accompanied by twitching at the corners of his mouth.

"But there are some things you need to pay attention to." He raised his eyes, although still hidden in the shadows, but his gaze was cast at Banjing. Beneath his usual numbness and dullness, there was a rock-hard certainty.

"The man from the Northeast you're looking for is a bit unfamiliar with his work, which is why Xu Enzeng's men caught him in the act. Be careful.

If necessary, Fan's dock gang in Tianjin can still provide some support.

I know the canal to Jinghai better than you Japanese do."

As he spoke, Old Tan's right index finger drew a very light circle on his knee, as if outlining the invisible smuggling route: "Waterway, land route, which one to take, fork in the road, the beginning of the road, yellow croaker leads the way."

In just a few short sentences, the intricate rules of conduct in Tianjin's underground world have been revealed.

Ban Jing was stunned, a look of doubt flashed across his pockmarked face. He found it difficult to understand what Lao Tan said.

Old Tan seemed not to notice the other party's stiff movements.

He lowered his eyes to his hands resting on his knees and continued speaking in that breathtakingly slow tone, as if stating an insignificant yet crucial fact: "The businessman named Xu Zhongyi is Boss Dai's man."

The corners of his mouth twitched violently again, causing half of his face to tense and relax, but his tone remained as still as a pool of stagnant water: "I'm the head of the Tianjin branch of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

As he spoke, Old Tan raised his eyelids, this time his gaze fixed precisely on Ban Jing's face. "Openly, I shouldn't be involved, so I can only use my personal connections to help. It can also be considered as doing something for the country."

Now Itai Yudai understood. The meaning of Lao Tan's words was extremely clear. He was the highest-ranking person in charge stationed in Tianjin by the Military Unification Department.

According to the iron rule of the KMT's internal struggles, Fan Jianghai could not and should never have any public or traceable connection with the Second Bureau's smuggling line!

Once discovered, not only will his arms smuggling route be exposed, but he himself will also be ruthlessly purged by the Military Unification Department as a "traitor"!

"I see." Ban Jing subconsciously scratched a few itchy pimples on his face, and a dazed look appeared on his young face.

“Fan-san, what happened before was just the prelude, now it’s time to talk about the main theme.

What I want now is the real treasure in your hands: the entire intelligence network of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Tianjin."

Old Tan remained motionless. His gray silk gown seemed frozen in place. In the shadows, where the light couldn't reach, the right corner of his mouth twitched suddenly, then was forcibly suppressed.

"Your position is unique! In all of Tianjin, no one knows the distribution of spies, the location of radio stations, the routes of couriers, and the aggregation points of intelligence flows better than you!

"If you just gently twitch the hub of this web," Itai Yudai said, pressing his right hand lightly in the air, making a twirling motion, "it will serve me!"

Old Tan still spoke in that hoarse, broken, and flat voice squeezed out of his throat: "The intelligence network is brainless and doesn't recognize people.

Recognize...it's written on paper, it's a hard and fast rule. If you need to know anything, you can come to me directly."

"Yoshi, very good." Itai Yudai smiled again.

He was not wrong in his guess. This guy named Fan Jianghai or Lao Tan was not as rigid as he looked. He was a guy who knew how to adapt.

"By the way, what should we do with your General Takazaki? Will he get in your way? Do you need me to help you get rid of him?" Old Tan turned his head and looked at Itai Yudai with seemingly lifeless eyes, but at this moment, Old Tan miraculously stopped the twitching of his mouth...

Itai Yudai's heart skipped a beat, and his expression immediately froze. After a second, he managed a smile and said, "Don't bother with that..."

Before he could finish his words, Old Tan interrupted him.

"I get it. Your expression betrayed you. The young master of the Yingqi family knows about your affairs. Maybe he is the one who is behind it. Am I right?" Old Tan turned his head back, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently twice.

Itai Yudai's expression changed, the smile in his eyes faded, and a hint of murderous intent emerged.

No matter how smooth and pleasant the conversation was before, since it involved the general, he had to consider whether to kill the person to silence him!

"To do intelligence work, you need to be able to keep your emotions under control, and you are still far from that.

Do you want to kill me?" Old Tan turned his head again and looked at Itai Yudai with a smile: "We are so close, do you think I will kill you or you will kill me?"

Cold sweat broke out on Itai Yudai's forehead...

"Don't be nervous. Even if I run to the streets and shout, not a single Japanese person will believe me.

I don't want to be hunted by the Fujita family, especially by Miss Sakurako. I want to wear this old skin until I die."

Itai Yudai breathed a sigh of relief and said with some dissatisfaction: "The more you know, the more trouble you will get yourself into! You should understand!"

"Of course I understand." Lao Tan blinked at Itai Yudai in surprise, and then said, "If you want to learn the skills of an agent, I have time to teach you.

I'm usually not on night duty at the police station, so you can come find me."

Itai Yudai... Am I really that bad?

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Night falls, thick as ink.

The huge steel door of the Military Police Headquarters closed heavily behind him.

Itai Yudai straightened his back, with a melancholy look on his young face that was inconsistent with his age, and walked quickly across the courtyard.

The cement road beneath my feet was cold and hard. Faint commands and the hum of machinery coming from deep within the barracks in the distance made the silence at the moment seem suffocating.

The guards standing at the door were like stone sculptures, solemn and lifeless.

Ban Jing took a deep breath, straightened the collar of his military uniform, and quickly went up to the third floor.

"General! I request an audience!"

"Come in." A low but clear voice came from inside the door.

Push the door open and enter.

The interior lighting is dim, illuminating only the center area of the room.

The huge mahogany desk occupied the center of the field of vision. The desktop was shockingly neat, with only a bronze globe and a warm black jade paperweight.

The air was filled with the faintest aftertaste of fine tobacco and a barely perceptible aroma of... red wine?