Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Zhou Zhengqing smiled until the other party realized what was happening. He didn't hesitate and just said directly.

"I've already told Captain Nakamura about the police matter. As long as you pay 2000 yen bail, I'll release you."

"Only 2000 is ok?" Kumiko Minamida said pretending to be happy. She knew of course that Zhou Zhengqing meant per person. She just wanted to take a small revenge on Zhou Zhengqing for trying to trick her.

Zhou Zhengqing chuckled and said calmly, "Senior, there's no need to play games like this. I'm talking about two thousand per person. If you're not satisfied, I can raise it to three thousand."

"Takazaki-kun, two thousand is too much. So many people have been arrested in the National Police Agency, they can't come up with that much. Can you be flexible? I'll be grateful to you." Minami Kumiko said, winking at Zhou Zhengqing.

Zhou Zhengqing sneered in his heart. Here they are again. Takasaki Takuto was almost fooled by Minamida Kumiko's trick before. Could Zhou Zhengqing fall into the trap again?

"The National Police Agency doesn't have that much money, but we still have your Special High Section. You can ask your section chief, Akiyama Takeshi, to apply for some funds. After all, your Special High Section is under the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so it's never short of funds."

Japan's Special High Police was under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Home Affairs, while Manchukuo was under the dual jurisdiction of the Ministry of Home Affairs and the Kwantung Army.

"Takazaki-kun, you are kidding me again. Let me tell you the truth. The National Police Agency can offer 200,000 yen, which is the maximum they can offer. If the Military Police are still not satisfied, then the National Police Agency can only ask General Shibuya to mediate again."

Zhou Zhengqing raised his eyebrows slightly and thought secretly in his heart.

The police department is indeed a good place to make money, and they can take out 200,000 yen at once. This amount of money is not a small amount, and they may not be able to use it up even if they pay salaries in a year.

Of course, if we don't count bonuses and other extra income, based on the salary alone, there probably wouldn't be so many people scrambling to join the puppet Manchukuo police.

Zhou Zhengqing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Only 200,000? That's a pity. You can only ask the National Police Agency to invite General Shibuya again."

Zhou Zhengqing looked as if it had nothing to do with him and didn't seem to care about the result.

Kumiko Minamida and Jiro Kamikawa looked at each other, with helpless expressions on their faces.

When they were in the country, although they knew that Takuto Takazaki was arrogant and unreasonable, they could at least coax and fool him a little.

However, after arriving in China, facing the current Takuto Takasaki, they found that they could not communicate with him in the same way as before. Even Minami Kumiko's beauty offensive seemed to be ineffective at this moment.

Just when the two thought that this effort would be in vain.

Zhou Zhengqing suddenly changed his tone.

"But if the police department can promise me one thing, I can consider it."

Things have taken a turn for the better. Minamida Kumiko asked quickly.

"Takazaki-kun, you say."

"Michiri Prison. I want to take back control of Michiri Prison. As long as the National Police Agency agrees, I will release the arrested police officers. Of course, the 200,000 yen fine still needs to be paid."

"That's easy. We'll go back and discuss it with the police department and we'll be able to give you an answer soon. But Takazaki-kun, you have to promise that after this, you won't arrest people from the police department without reason again."

Kamikawatani Jiro said happily. He didn't expect things to take such a turn. In his opinion, it was just the control of a prison. It was no big deal.

"Yes, as long as the police do not violate the laws of our Great Japanese Empire and Manchukuo. Our military police will not arrest them."

"Takazaki-kun, thank you for your understanding. How about Tani Jiro and I treat you to a meal? After all, we are alumni, so we should help each other."

Kumiko Minamida was also very happy that the matter was done, and she made an invitation while the opportunity arose.

Help each other! What are you thinking! Zhou Zhengqing complained in his heart. You played Takuto Takazaki around in China.

What? After arriving in China, he saw that he was in charge of the military police, and he wanted to come over to pick up freeloaders again. Get lost. A pair of bastards. The last sentence was for Takazaki Takuto. Zhou Zhengqing simply couldn't stand Minami Kumiko's behavior.

"No, I'm used to my Sakurako's cooking and I can't get used to the food outside."

Zhou Zhengqing conveniently pushed Sakurako out as a shield.

Standing next to Zhou Zhengqing, Kumiko Minamida came in. Sakurako, who looked very angry, smiled into crescents when she heard this.

Not to mention that Zhou Zhengqing declined, and Minamida Kumiko and Kamikawatani Jiro were somewhat disappointed.

On Fuhai Street in the southern part of Harbin city.

A few short and sturdy men wearing cotton jackets and dog-skin hats walked into a grocery store selling dried goods from the north and south.

The shop assistant saw a customer coming in and quickly came over to greet him.

"Dear guests, what do you need to buy? Is it for gifts or for your own use?"

The few people who came in did not rush to talk. Instead, they looked around the store and walked straight to the counter.

The waiter was not annoyed, as he had seen all kinds of customers in the store. It was not uncommon for a few people like these to come to the shopkeeper without saying a word.

"Haha, what do you need? We have all kinds of goods in our store."

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man with a mercenary smile on his face.

In front of the counter, a man took out a pen from his pocket, removed the cap from the pen in front of the shopkeeper, and then gently placed the pen without the cap on the counter, pointing the pen tip at the shopkeeper.

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper's smile paused, he looked at the few people carefully for a while before asking.

"Sir, I forgot how many kilograms of winter dates you ordered last time."

"Two catties, not winter dates, but peach cakes from Liuzhuang." His tone was a little strange when he spoke, which made the shopkeeper frown.

But he continued, "Oh, I remembered it wrong, but the peach cakes from Liuzhuang will take a few more days to arrive. I'm really sorry, my customers."

"I'm anxious and can't wait. My old man at home likes to eat it, but there's no Liuzhuang. So I'll exchange it for two kilograms of Dingfeng Caozi Cake."

After hearing this, the shopkeeper quickly looked out at the street outside the store and shouted to the waiter.

"Xizi, someone's coming from my hometown. Go hang up the inventory sign outside. We're closed today."

After saying that, he smiled at the people in front of the counter and stretched out his hand towards the back door of the store. "Come with me," he said, and walked out of the counter first.

The people standing in front of the counter looked at each other and followed.

Arriving at the backyard, the shopkeeper opened a room that seemed to be used to store goods and waved to the group.

"Is there something urgent? I see that it's very chaotic outside these days. Is there something wrong?"

The shopkeeper asked as he let a few people into the room.

"Um. Is this fellow one of us?"

"Xizi is my courier. Are you from the interior? You don't speak like us from Northeast China." The shopkeeper said as he tried to follow him into the room.

But just as his feet moved, they stopped. It turned out that the black muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.

“You are not…”

The shopkeeper was about to say something when someone covered his mouth from behind.

A few minutes later, Xizi was also caught. He was caught without any preparation and had no time to resist.

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