Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Nakagawa Ken then turned around with a triumphant smile on his face, "Yunzi! It's okay!

I'm here! Who dares to bully you? Come on! Follow me back! The Commander must be waiting anxiously!

Nanzō Yunko looked at him, a barely perceptible hint of disgust flashing in the depths of her eyes, but a faint smile appeared on her face.

He nodded slightly. "Thank you, Section Chief Nakagawa. Section Chief Ishihara has been safely retrieved. We will return to headquarters immediately."

She immediately turned around, waved to the Special High Section operatives she had brought with her, and said in a crisp and clear voice: "Protect Section Chief Ishihara!

Return to Military Police Headquarters immediately! Level 1 alert!

Several elite members of the Special High Police immediately stepped forward and quickly and professionally helped the almost exhausted Ishiwara Kanji into a black car of the Military Police Headquarters.

Nanzō Yunko herself sat in the passenger seat.

The car doors closed, the engines roared, and under the gazes of countless complicated eyes, the convoy quickly drove away from Miyajima Street, which was still filled with blood and smoke.

Nakagawa Ken chuckled, jumped into his car, and yelled at his men, "Make way! Return to headquarters! Honk the horn for me!"

Let everyone in the Japanese Concession know! This is the Military Police Headquarters! All outsiders must stay away! "

The shrill sound of car horns instantly tore through the night sky of Miyajima Street!

The military police headquarters' convoy, led by Ken Nakagawa's arrogant car, sped away like a triumphant army, leaving behind a devastated scene and countless complex and indescribable gazes.

Nanjō Yunko sat in the car, looking at Ishiwara Kanji in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The sudden intervention of this reckless man Ken Nakagawa really had an immediate effect!

A smile appeared on Nanzō Yunko's lips.

Having a safe backstage behind me is such a wonderful feeling... I'm even a little addicted to it...

. . . . . . . . . .

Gendarmerie Headquarters.

Zhou Zhengqing just got off the car.

"General!" Yamaya Masaki, who was waiting at the door and helping Zhou Zhengqing open the car door, immediately bowed and reported: "Qi is back, seriously injured, and is in the Military Police Hospital."

Zhou Zhengqing paused.

Seven serious injuries?

"What's the situation?" Zhou Zhengqing's voice was flat and emotionless.

"There were two gunshot wounds, one below the left shoulder blade where the bullet grazed the edge of the lung, and the other on the outside of the right thigh, a penetrating wound that spared the aorta and bones.

He lost a lot of blood, but he received timely treatment and is out of danger. Yamaya Masaki spoke quickly and accurately, "Qi is conscious and insists on seeing you."

"Go over there." Zhou Zhengqing only uttered two words, and the direction of his steps changed, heading straight for the newly established military police hospital next to the headquarters.

The special ward area of ​​the Military Police Hospital was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and blood.

The corridor was silent, with only the sound of the nurse's footsteps.

At the door of the ward, two elite guards directly under the gendarmerie headquarters stood solemnly like door gods. Seeing Zhou Zhengqing coming, they saluted silently and made way.

The light in the ward is soft.

Lying on the hospital bed, Qi's upper body was exposed, his left shoulder and right leg were wrapped in thick bandages, his face looked extremely pale due to blood loss, and his lips were a little chapped.

But the hair still covered one eye, and the hairstyle was not messy...

Seeing Zhou Zhengqing pushing the door open, Qi struggled to sit up.

"Lie down." Zhou Zhengqing's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable command.

He walked to the bed, pulled up a chair and sat down, his eyes falling on the bandaged wound below Qi's shoulder blade that was slightly bleeding.

"General." Qi's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of weakness after losing blood, but he tried to force a relaxed smile: "Your subordinates... I'm afraid that they will not be able to protect you closely in the short term.

Smimasai, shame on you."

Zhou Zhengqing's lips curled upward ever so slightly, that arc cold and tinged with a rare hint of mockery: "Shameful? I remember someone, before leaving, patting his chest and saying that the chickens and dogs in Peking wouldn't be able to touch a hair of his.

What? It's only been a few days, and they've already made two holes?

Are the folk chickens and dogs of Peking too powerful, or are you, Qi, worse off in skills?"

Qi smiled bitterly, then his eyes grew serious. "Commander-in-Chief, the waters of Peking... are very deep. These are not just chickens and dogs, but real jackals and tigers. The Black Dragon Society also suffered heavy losses this time. Only two people returned with me..."

He took a deep breath, which affected his wound, and frowned slightly, but his voice became clearer: "After arriving in Peking, I immediately took over Ishihara Kanji's security.

His itinerary was extremely secretive, his whereabouts erratic, and he was surrounded by powerful guards, both visible and invisible, but... there were even more loopholes.

On the third day after the Black Dragon Society masters and I arrived, we encountered our first ambush near the Rokukoku Hotel where Ishiwara Kanji was staying.

The other party was using a modified rifle with bullets filled with poison. The target was clear: Ishiwara Kanji's car.

I noticed the sniper's position in advance and used the car body to shield him. The bullet grazed my arm and shattered the car window.

Qi paused, a cold glint in his eyes: "The opponent is a master, if he misses the first blow, he will flee immediately.

No clues were found afterwards.

In the following days, similar small-scale tests and ambushes occurred four times!

Each method is more vicious and cruel than the last!

Some people put slow-acting poison in food, some tampered with the brake pipes of cars, and once, when Ishiwara Kanji was attending a diplomatic reception, someone tried to assassinate him at close range with a poisoned needle!

I discovered and resolved them all in advance."

He looked at Zhou Zhengqing, his eyes filled with confusion and solemnity: "Ishihara Kanji... He seems to know that someone wants to kill him, and he is very anxious!

He had no intention of staying in Peking at all, and all his schedules were compressed to the extreme, as if he was... in a hurry.

I've heard him and his adjutant have private conversations several times, mentioning Tianjin and something that must be taken over as soon as possible, without further delay. It feels like his trip to Peking this time is more like he's going to handle an extremely urgent and important matter, and then he'll have to rush back to Tianjin immediately to take over something."

Zhou Zhengqing listened quietly, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest of the chair.

Ishiwara Kanji... Rushed back to Tianjin to take over?

The batch of "precious cultural relics" taken away by Old Tan flashed through his mind!

A hint of realization flashed across Zhou Zhengqing's eyes. Perhaps Ishiwara Kanji's trip to Peking was to get another part of "things"?

When something happened to Katsuki Seiji and Takeda Koichi, he rushed back to take over, but he didn't expect that while the mantis was stalking the cicada, there was an oriole behind it!

He, Zhou Zhengqing, has already taken the lead!

At this moment, Ishihara Kanji... was probably not just going crazy with anxiety, but had completely fallen into the abyss of despair!

He was assassinated in Peking and his treasure was lost in Tianjin. Now he is probably surrounded by enemies and has nowhere to go!

"You did very well." Zhou Zhengqing looked at Qi and said calmly, "Focus on recovering. The Military Police Headquarters needs your knife to be sharpened as soon as possible."

Qi nodded slightly: "I understand."

Zhou Zhengqing stood up, turned around and left the ward without saying anything more.

When Zhou Zhengqing returned to the gendarmerie headquarters, another convoy arrived almost at the same time.

It was Nanzō Yunko who escorted Ishiwara Kanji's convoy.

The arrogant Nakagawa jumped out of the car and shouted something to his men, with complacency and arrogance still on his face.

But when he saw Zhou Zhengqing, he immediately became limp as if someone had grabbed his neck. . . .