Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Itai Yudai calmed down a bit and added, "As for the external surveillance, leave it to Shao Laoshuan's people. Our previous cooperation with them in Harbin was very smooth. These underground party members... can be trusted in this regard."

Zhou Zhengqing listened silently, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the wine glass in his hand.

His eyes slowly shifted to the tall, dimly glowing solid wood wine cabinet in the corner of the room.

Sakurako stood quietly in the shadows, like an exquisite doll without breathing.

However, at this moment when the stagnant water was slightly rippled, Zhou Zhengqing's seemingly nonchalant gaze clearly caught Sakurako's hand that seemed to be casually wiping the high-heeled glass. Her fingertips very subtly lingered for a moment at a specific position at the bottom of the glass.

A subtle, almost imperceptible movement. A confirmation.

Zhou Zhengqing withdrew his gaze and said dimly, "Iban Jing-jun, I can't quite see through you. You yourself want to establish a cooperative relationship with Lao Tan and gain access to the intelligence capabilities of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Tianjin.

Now you're wary of him like a thief, testing him everywhere. You're really becoming more and more like a conspirator."

"Hey, General, didn't you once say that we shouldn't trust every Chinese person easily?

I also realized this from the case of Mutaguchi Renya. . .

I was really naive before!" Itai Yudai bowed as he spoke.

Now, it was Zhou Zhengqing's turn to look at Itai Yudai who was bowing his head in front of him with a complicated feeling... Working in intelligence really does make people's psychology dark!

"Cultural relics...are just artifacts." Zhou Zhengqing's gaze was far-reaching, as if he could see through the wall and see the more complex and unpredictable chess game: "The human heart...is the weight."

As the words fell, the invisible taut string in the room seemed to be stretched to its limit, and then seemed to loosen a little, becoming even more unpredictable.

After a while, Zhou Zhengqing continued, "I'll leave the cultural relics issue to you. I just want the results, and the items to be placed in front of me. Also, has Yunzi contacted you?"

"Hey, I know what to do. I will definitely bring those cultural relics back to the Military Police Headquarters." Itai Yudai bowed and assured, then stood up and continued, "Yunzi has already explained the matter to me.

She meant for me to reveal the traitor among them to Xu Sang while also subtly telling him about our contact with the Military Intelligence Bureau. This would be a warning to see how Director Dai would react.

"Okay, I don't have the energy to care about your conspiracy tricks." Zhou Zhengqing rubbed his eyebrows and waved his hand.

"Hey! I'll take my leave then."

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After Itai Yudai left, Yingzi slowly walked over, helped Zhou Zhengqing refill his drink, and then said, "Master, do you need Yingzi to keep an eye on it and make sure nothing unexpected happens with the cultural relics?"

Zhou Zhengqing turned his head and rolled his eyes at Yingzi, causing Yingzi to chuckle and lower her head: "You should stay at the headquarters and take care of Huizi recently. I really don't have time to deal with your trivial matters."

"Young Master, I see you look a little tired." As she said that, Yingzi stepped forward to help Zhou Zhengqing with a massage to soothe his nerves.

Zhou Zhengqing raised his hand to stop Yingzi from getting closer, and waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you can go out first. I want to be alone for a while."

"Hey! Yingzi is outside, Master, please let me know if you need anything."

After Yingzi left, Zhou Zhengqing raised his head, his eyes fixed on the sky, and murmured, "These are troubled times! Oh... Songhu... Songhu... Songhu is still the more important place!"

System light screen appears: Merit overdraft and punishment

Overdraft function: In an emergency, you can overdraft future merit points, such as overdrafting merit points to summon reinforcements, but you need to repay them later by completing high-difficulty tasks.

Negative effects: Over-reliance on the system to exchange for advanced weapons may lead to "time and space disorder", such as the Japanese army obtaining future technology and counterattacking.

Closing his eyes, Zhou Zhengqing put aside all the matters concerning cultural relics, Old Tan, and the Military Control Commission, and focused his attention to seriously consider another matter.

Do I really have to use the system's capabilities to intervene in the impending Songhu meat grinder at the critical moment?

Zhou Zhengqing had previously told Makarov in the underground cell that he would arrange for them to go to the battlefield. In fact, this was a plan he had already made.

He had been thinking about whether he could use the system's mechanism of overdrawing merit points to send a group of reinforcements commanded by Makarov to the battlefield at the critical juncture of the Battle of Shanghai.

But Zhou Zhengqing was always unsure whether to do so, and he didn't understand exactly how many troops he would need to exchange.

Right now, my merit points are still in the single digits, and I don’t know what this subsequent high-difficulty repayment task represents.

"Maybe we can talk to Makarov about it." Zhou Zhengqing murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

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Nanjing Military Intelligence Bureau, deep inside the headquarters compound, the office of the director of the second department.

The heavy purple tweed curtains were half drawn, blocking out most of the malicious summer heat and glaring light.

The indoor light therefore appears extremely ambiguous and stagnant, like a deep pool of solidified water.

A brass ceiling fan hung from the carved wooden ceiling, spinning at its full strength. The blades cut through the air, making a low, tired humming sound, with a mechanical, anxious feel.

The air currents swirled the dust in the light column, but they could not take away the strong mixed smell of cigars and printing ink that filled the room. The air was like sticky syrup, making people's breathing heavy.

Dai Li sat behind a large desk, wearing only a neatly ironed white linen short-sleeved shirt with the collar buttoned tightly.

On the table in front of me, there was a mountain of telegrams, files, requests for instructions, and photos. . .

Various papers silently tell of the cruelty of the internal review. . . . . The blockade plan failed to leak secrets, and he was under too much pressure. God questioned him almost every day, which made Dai Li extremely anxious.

He held a newly arrived battle report in his hand, the edges of the paper having become frayed from the unconscious pressure and rubbing of his fingers.

Every word from the Songhu front pierced his pupils like red-hot needles. "The 36th Division fought hard at Hongkou, suffering over half its casualties... The position changed hands repeatedly... The Japanese Marines, fully supported by aircraft from aircraft carriers and naval gunfire... launched an extremely ferocious offensive..."

Hongkou really can’t take it anymore!!!

The line of ink looked like a scorch mark left by a branding iron, causing Dai Li's temples to throb twice.

His eye sockets were sunken, showing the dark blue color from lack of sleep, and now they were even deeper, like two bottomless dry wells.

His lips were pressed into a bloodless, hard, downward line.

This battle report not only brought about the loss of manpower, but also caused a sharp pain in his heart, which was like another sharp cut on his tense nerves.

He knew that the phone call would come soon, although he knew that the current situation of the war had little to do with the escaped Japanese Yangtze River Fleet.

The Japanese brought all the overseas Chinese in Hongkou to the battlefield to block the bullets and the 36th Division's attack. They also urgently transferred marines from Qingdao and other places, and even detached sailors from the warships of the Third Fleet to fight on land.

Under such circumstances, even if the Yangtze River Fleet did not reinforce Hongkou, Zhang Zhizhong's hope of driving the Japanese out of the Huangpu River was already slim.