Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Huang Jun! Huang Qiuyue!

This name was like a wolf's fang soaked in venom, piercing deep into Dai Li's memory, instantly detonating countless fragmented fragments, and merging into a sharp and piercing cold current that penetrated through the top of his head.

That gentleman's face with a humble smile and gentle demeanor.

Those figures waiting respectfully outside the attendant room.

Those scenes in diplomatic salons where he quoted from classics, made friends with everyone, and chatted and laughed with foreign military attachés.

On the top-secret files that are always meticulously organized in the Executive Yuan’s confidential room, there is a calm and elegant signature, "Huang Junyue".

Even during a small meeting at the mansion, the old man casually mentioned: "Qiu Yue is well-versed in poetry and literature, has unique insights, and is a person with great potential..."

A person surrounded by countless halos!

The knuckles of Dai Li's fingers holding the letter paper instantly turned as pale as weathered rocks due to the violent force, and every bone bulged out as if it was about to break through the skin!

"Wow!"

The heavy copper ashtray on the desk was swept down by the arm that suddenly lost control!

The cylinder, carrying a half-burned cigar, broken ashes and tiny sparks that had not yet gone out, smashed into the hard parquet floor, making a deafening metal collision sound!

Dai Li suddenly jumped up from his large and heavy oak chair!

The chair legs rubbed against the ground under the huge explosive force, making a sharp scream and sliding half a meter away in an instant.

The tall body straightened its waist and abdomen like an enraged poisonous snake, and a huge black shadow instantly covered half of the office.

The bulging blue veins on his forehead and neck twisted and throbbed hideously in the dim light.

Those deep-set eye sockets now emitted a genuine, man-eating beast-like ferocity.

"Huang...Jun..."

A low growl that was suppressed to the extreme, torn and twisted from the deepest part of the throat, like the dying roar of a wounded beast, exploded in the silent office.

The sound was completely distorted, and the air in the entire room seemed to be compressed to the extreme in this angry sound wave, and then shattered with a loud bang.

Xu Baichuan seemed to be frightened by Dai Li's appearance. He subconsciously took a small step back, and his heel stepped on the copper fragments that had just flown over.

"Huang Qiuyue..." Dai Li stared at the empty air in front of him, the fire in his eyes burning wildly and then suddenly cooled, leaving only the solidified cruelty that froze everything. He spat out the characters of that name, each word was poisonous, and a chilling cold air splashed between his teeth.

"it is good!

What a talented scholar Huang is, one who is well-versed in both Chinese and Western culture and has unparalleled character!

Wang Jixin's favorite disciple!

You are a talented person!

Good, that’s great…”

He dragged out the last word "good".

"Is this your character? Is your character to sell out your country for personal gain?!" Dai Li's mouth twitched, and an extremely strange, icy smile slowly spread across his tense cheeks, like a carefully woven, cold spider web slowly spreading out.

"What a great father-son bond!

Huang Sheng?

Oh, the son of the Executive Yuan's confidential secretary, the section chief of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' confidential office...

The father stole the information and the son gave it away?

The Huang family is truly a family of loyal warriors. They're willing to use the blood of frontline soldiers, the natural barrier of the Yangtze River, and even the city of Nanjing to pave a path to hell for you and your son?!"

Dai Li's voice suddenly rose, each word carrying the sharp sound of metal rubbing against stone: "Father and son are connected by heart...are they really going to die together?"

He suddenly raised his hand and with a "swish", crumpled the telegram paper, which symbolized the highest level of confidential information, into a ball!

The action was decisive, as if to completely crush a foul past!

Dead silence fell over the office again.

This time, even the persistent hum of the brass ceiling fan seemed muted.

Dai Li turned around slowly, extremely slowly, with his back to the messy desk and Xu Baichuan, who was still nailed to the spot, his whole body tense like a fully-strung bow.

The lone work lamp in the office cast his back onto the dark purple velvet cloth, stretching it into a huge, silent silhouette that was as overwhelming as a mountain.

The shadow swayed slightly, as if a dormant beast was moving its neck and shoulders, adjusting its posture and angle for the final pounce.

When the huge shadow cast by his shadow on the wall seemed to merge with the darkness in the room and no longer swayed noticeably, a voice rang out.

"Section Chief Xu." Dai Li did not turn around, but these two words clearly penetrated Xu Baichuan's eardrums.

"I'm here!" Xu Baichuan's feet seemed to be equipped with springs. He suddenly moved them together, and his heels hit the floor with a crisp sound.

His back instantly stiffened like a steel plate, and the cold sweat on his forehead gathered into big drops, sliding down the corners of his eyes and stinging him painfully, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.

He had been with Dai Li for more than a year or two and was very clear about Dai Li's character... At this time, he absolutely did not say a single word!

Dai Li continued, his tone steady: "You personally lead a group of reliable operatives, and from now on, secretly nail down the Huang family mansion in Taoye Ferry!

Front door, back alley, every corner!

From head to toe in the Huang family, even if there's a fly flying in and out, whether it's male or female, or what time it is, I'll check it out clearly and nail it down!

Remember, nail it down like nailing the lid of a dead man's coffin, nail it down tightly!"

"Understood! Taoye Ferry Huang Mansion! Nail it down to the end, without any omissions!" Xu Baichuan felt a surge of cold and burning energy rushing straight to the top of his head.

"Second." Dai Li's voice remained flat, as if he were reading a cold official order: "Immediately activate the highest authority of the Second Division.

Review the First Chamberlain of the Chairman's Official Residence, the Confidential Group of the Executive Yuan Secretariat, the Confidential Office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, especially all the people Huang Qiuyue and his son Huang Sheng have access to, and all the documents that have been handled, read, and kept in the past three months!

Let's mobilize the three top telecommunications technicians from the special service team to form a special team. I want Huang Jun's home phone number to be accessible 24 hours a day from now on!

"I have to hear every word clearly! Whether he's crying, laughing, coughing, or farting, it all has to be recorded on paper! Record it for your records!"

"Yes! Three groups will be in place immediately, telephone monitoring will be fully activated, and file retrieval will be immediately through the confidential channel!" Xu Baichuan's heart was beating like a drum. Every order was extremely heavy, but the execution path was extremely clear.

He knew that Mr. Dai wanted to completely weld the Huang family into an invisible iron coffin, so that not even a breath of air could escape.

"Third." Dai Li's voice finally took on a faint, hissing tone, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue: "Until we have evidence that Huang Qiuyue and his son Huang Sheng are indeed guilty of treason, not a single word can be leaked.

Even if we have evidence, Huang Qiuyue's fate is not up to me, Dai, to decide. We cannot make a final decision on this matter."

Xu Baichuan's eyes flashed, "Understood! Please rest assured, Director! I will arrange it myself!"

The huge black shadow on the wall moved slightly. Dai Li still did not turn around, but an invisible, tangible pressure had permeated the entire space through this brief silence.

After a brief, heart-stopping silence, Dai Li's voice pierced the silence again like an ice knife breaking through the water:

"Old Four." This time, he addressed her differently, less formal and cold, yet more indescribably, a chilling pressure. "This matter... when the higher-ups haven't spoken, you know the severity of it."

Xu Baichuan felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen, but this sentence ignited it into boiling magma.

He bowed his head heavily, and his voice, with the determination of a martyr, squeaked out from between his teeth: "Director! Huang and his son were members of the Party and the country in life, and in death... they are also ghosts of the Party and the country!"