Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Hi!" Itai responded immediately, then a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face: "Commander...but there is a small problem.

These people we've captured are undoubtedly members of the Military Control Commission. It's easy to kill them or put them to death. The problem is..." He rubbed his hands, looking a little conflicted.

"The current nominal station chief of Tianjin Station's Second Division is Chen Ming, and the two individuals in charge of liaison are Xu Zhongyi and Xu Sang.

Should we question them first?"

Zhou Zhengqing was silent, with no expression on his face.

Ban Jing continued stubbornly, "I feel that the people we've arrested are probably just some ambitious little boss from the Second Division of the Military Intelligence Bureau or some action team that acted on their own initiative.

If it was really Chen Ming or Zhongyi who wanted to assassinate the general, then the nature of the matter would be completely different!

They don't have the guts nor the need! But if it wasn't them who ordered it, but the people below were messing around without their knowledge... "

He said tentatively: "I think, is it... while we are interrogating these people.

Could I go find Chen Ming and Xu Sang at the same time? Make things clear? See what their attitudes were?

First of all, we can give them a good beating and make them behave better.

Secondly, if we make things clear first, we can avoid misunderstandings!

You can also take the opportunity to ask for more sincerity in cooperation and raise the price of the goods!

Oh, General, don't worry. If the interrogation results show that the order came from Chen Ming and his men, or even higher up, from the Nanjing Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters, then there's no need to hold back. We can just clear everything up with lightning speed."

The car fell silent again, with only the steady roar of the engine being heard.

Zhou Zhengqing's gaze turned to the dark night outside the car window.

At this time when the war was looming, the Military Intelligence Bureau was still in internal strife and all kinds of ambitions were growing rampant.

Chen Ming and Xu Zhongyi’s business, and Lao Tan’s unpredictable “tipping”.

The moves in this game suddenly became more complicated and bizarre.

"Oh, by the way, General, Yunzi sent news that Old Tan has succeeded." Seeing Zhou Zhengqing's gloomy face, Itai Yudai spoke up and told him some good news.

"So fast?" Zhou Zhengqing asked in surprise

"Yes, Yunzi's people have been watching those places." Banjing's voice was filled with disbelief and a hint of subtle fear: "At about the same time we caught those idiots from the second department making a farce, Lao Tan crawled out with several groups of people.

A group of people... only three to five people! They simultaneously raided the cellar of the Catholic Church on Pasteur Road, the secret passage of the Tianhou Temple in the old city, and the underground dark room of the Stone Buddha Temple...

Zhou Zhengqing turned around and asked in surprise, "Three to five people... raiding four locations simultaneously? Including the core stronghold on Miyajima Street? How did they do it?"

Even if there aren't many guards at each location and no perimeter guards because the North China Front Command is searching everywhere for the artifacts, there should still be quite a few people at each location, right? "

Itai Yudai's expression stiffened as he explained, "The technique is extremely... professional.

The Catholic Church was assassinated silently. The guard was stabbed in the throat with a poison dart, and the secret room in the mezzanine was opened without any alarm.

The way to get to Tianhou Palace is to trigger the traps to kill the guards, then sneak into the waterway to take away the things.

The Stone Buddha Temple is under assault! Blast the tunnel entrance, machine gun fire and hand-to-hand combat, eight plainclothes agents!

Not a single one survived! The Special Higher Police described the scene as... extremely horrific...

As for Miyajima Street... Section Chief Minamizo was still there!

Old Tan and the others went straight to the secret room in the study!

Guards... At least fifteen elite Imperial agents, including sentries, were silently assassinated or killed instantly!"

"Three to five people..." Zhou Zhengqing repeated, his tone filled with pure confusion, even a hint of absurdity: "Ibanjing, I'm thinking of a question."

"General, please speak."

"So, according to you, these elite agents of the Military Control Commission are all capable of fighting ten enemies at once, appearing and disappearing with ease, and being omnipotent? Then why...were our Imperial Intelligence Agency always able to capture their people in the past?

The one who beat them to death?

Aren't they just a bunch of rabble-rousers who will surrender if caught and die if beaten?"

This is not Zhou Zhengqing's fantasy. It has been shown in movies and TV dramas. The people of the Military Control Commission died in a very miserable way... They fell down in droves when they encountered the Japanese...

Itai Yudai raised his head in astonishment and looked at Zhou Zhengqing, his eyes filled with pure confusion and disbelief.

He opened his mouth, as if choked by Zhou Zhengqing's question, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Why would the general ask such a question? Isn't this... common sense?

"General..." Ban Jing organized his words, his voice rising slightly with a look of confusion. "Forgive... forgive my frankness, but why do you... why do you think the Military Control Commission's agents are a mob?"

Ban Jing Yudai's eyes revealed doubt and confusion. "Military Control Commission agents, especially those like Lao Tan, who are station chiefs in various places, are always surrounded by capable individuals... They are lunatics, demons! The elite among the elites!"

He seemed to think Zhou Zhengqing's cognitive bias was too outrageous, and his tone couldn't help but take on a strong counter-question: "General!

What we are facing is China!

It is a huge country with 400 million people!

The Military Control Commission recruits operatives and trains special agents who are the most ruthless, tenacious and talented desperadoes selected from this population of 400 million!

They were thrown into the most brutal training camp regardless of cost!

Someone within the Military Intelligence Bureau personally selected the candidates, and the elimination rate... according to secret reports, is over 90%! Those who survived are all humanoid weapons!

Ban Jing became more and more excited as he spoke, his saliva flying out: "And what about our empire?

Even if we include the mainland and colonies, what is the population?

How long does it take us to train a truly independent action agent?

How many resources are needed?

Many of our outstanding agents are elite soldiers selected from the Imperial Army and Navy and then trained! They are the best of the best!

But what about the population base?

Your Excellency General!

Our Imperial Army selects the most capable soldiers from tens of millions of people to train as spies, while the enemy selects the most vicious, hardworking and reckless outlaws from hundreds of millions of people to train... How can that be the same?"

He seemed to feel that the example he gave was not profound enough, and his voice was filled with helplessness and heaviness: "In the past, we were able to capture and even eliminate large numbers of Military Control Commission agents... What did we rely on?

It depends on the huge intelligence network we have established!

We rely on the human and material resources that far exceed theirs to conduct strict control and search!

It relies on our strong technical equipment support and absolute control of the region!"

"Every time we successfully capture or kill an elite squad or mid-level leader, it's usually because we've invested ten or twenty times more manpower to round them up!

It was built with layers of intelligence networks, the sacrifices of countless imperial warriors, and traps!" There was a hint of blood in Itai's voice: "We are using the power of the entire empire's huge war machine, like a millstone grinding grain, to grind these 'elites' bit by bit!

Without this kind of absolute force and resources, in a head-on confrontation... or through covert espionage operations, our people... would often be no match at all!"

"Take Lao Tan's operation this time for example! The few people under him may not be able to compare with the top masters in Section Chief Nanzhao's action team!" Itai gritted his teeth: "But! Their people executed orders like sophisticated machines!

Coordinated actions, time differences controlled to the second level! This kind of command and coordination and pre-infiltration and reconnaissance capabilities... Our action teams often... can't do it!

Especially their killing methods, which are incomparable. Even many of the Empire's self-proclaimed masters, when encountering Chinese military agents, sometimes they would be killed before they even had time to draw their weapons."

The air in the garage seemed to be frozen, with only the heavy breathing of Itai.

Zhou Zhengqing listened quietly, his facial expression did not change at all, but the absurd cognitive bubble brought by film and television dramas deep in his eyes was completely and ruthlessly punctured by Ban Jing's statement of facts with a bloody smell and huge pressure.

A population of 400 million... A select few... Brutal training at all costs... The elite of the elite...

Millstones grind grain... Encirclement and suppression with ten or even dozens of times the force...

Is this the true face of the Military Control Commission's elite agents?

Is this the confidence that allowed them to attack several strongholds in the heart of the Japanese Concession with just a few people and still escape unscathed?

Zhou Zhengqing felt a cold chill rising from deep in his spine.

He was not afraid of the Military Control Commission's capabilities, but was afraid of the gap in his cognition based on the illusory information from his previous life.

If he had continued playing chess with that contemptuous attitude of "the Military Control Commission is nothing special," he might not even know how he died.

No, from now on I will definitely not go out if I can stay at home!!!

Zhou Zhengqing thought about it and reached out to pull the curtain on the car window, as if there were a pair of eyes watching him from the dark street passing by the window.