Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

At the end of September, in Tianjin, the air was filled with the chill of late autumn, and a new, colder and stickier smell began to spread through the fabric of the city.

While wars were raging in the distance, the city of Tianjin also began to quietly undergo some changes.

On the edge of the Japanese Concession, there is a deliberately forgotten industrial ruin.

The former textile factory has long been dilapidated, the towering chimneys are like silent tombstones, and the rusty iron gates are locked, blocking out the prying eyes of the outside world.

However, in the deepest part of the factory, a huge warehouse made of thick reinforced concrete quietly awakened like a dormant poisonous beast.

This is the Tianjin branch of Imperial Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd., which was carefully built by Shen Xilin and is about to produce morphine.

The interior of the warehouse has been completely remodeled.

The huge space was divided into several functional areas, and the air was filled with strong disinfectant, machine oil and an indescribable, sweet yet pungent chemical smell.

At this moment, the central area of ​​the warehouse was brightly lit. A group of German technicians wearing dark blue work clothes and gas masks were busy around several huge machines that had just been installed and were emitting a cold metallic luster, just like the most sophisticated watchmakers.

These machines, with their sturdy lines and complex structures, feature huge stainless steel reactors, winding and intertwined pipes, and sophisticated control consoles with flashing indicator lights. . . They all embody the rigor and ruthlessness of German industry.

Shen Xilin stood on the observation platform on the second floor, looking down.

He specially wore a brand new navy blue satin gown today, combed his hair meticulously, and had a humble, almost flattering smile on his face. He stayed carefully beside Lingzi.

Reiko was still wearing a black dress, and she glanced at the busy scene below with an expressionless face, as if she was examining a work of art that was about to be completed.

"Ms. Lingzi." Shen Xilin rubbed his hands, his voice filled with a hint of uncontrollable excitement and nervousness: "Look... this equipment is really... it's really amazing!

The German technology is indeed well-deserved!"

Lingzi didn't look at him, but nodded slightly, her voice calm and calm: "Manager Shen, equipment is just the foundation.

The key is people, management, absolute discipline and precise operation.

Any tiny mistake could ruin the entire batch of raw materials, or even lead to catastrophic consequences. Do you understand?"

"Understood! Miss Lingzi." Shen Xilin nodded, turned to look at Lingzi's fair profile, and said softly: "I have followed your instructions and recruited a group of workers with quick hands and feet and sharp brains from Manchuria and local areas!

We even hired a German translator to ensure there would be no problems! ”

He pointed to the corner below, where a group of young workers wearing grey coarse work clothes and with confused looks in their eyes.

They were guarded by several fierce-looking Japanese supervisors with short sticks on their waists. These people were Japanese who Lingzi transferred from the Takazaki family trading company to serve as production supervisors.

A military police squad is responsible for security outside the factory.

Reiko's gaze lingered on the group of workers for a moment, without any emotion, as if she was looking at a pile of lifeless tools.

“Remember, the core processes, especially the addition of catalysts and temperature control, must be performed by German technicians.

Your people are only responsible for transporting raw materials, cleaning up waste, and performing peripheral work. They are absolutely not allowed to approach the core area! Otherwise…” Lingzi's voice carried a hint of cold warning: “The consequences… are not something you can bear.”

"No problem, I will never dare to overstep the line!" Shen Xilin said with his mustache raised.

"Where are the raw materials?" Lingzi asked.

"Here it is! Here it is!" Shen Xilin perked up and quickly pointed to the huge unloading area on the other side of the warehouse. "It just arrived yesterday! Everything was selected according to the highest standards! Ten tons of raw opium, look! It's right over there!"

The unloading area was filled with huge wooden boxes covered with tarpaulins. Several workers, under the command of Scarface, carefully opened one of the boxes, revealing a brick-like substance inside that was dark brown or black and shiny.

At this time, a gray-haired German walked to the unloading area. He was the engineer and person in charge of the assembly of the first batch of morphine production lines that the Germans came to China to direct.

He picked up a piece of unknown substance and examined it carefully. After a while, a look of satisfaction finally appeared on his face: "Well, the raw materials are qualified and can be put into storage for preparation."

He turned to his blond, blue-eyed, serious-looking young German assistant and instructed, "Mueller, begin the final commissioning of the equipment and conduct the first trial production.

Goal: High-purity medical morphine, purity must reach more than 99%! I want to see a product that meets our highest German standards!

"Okay, sir!" Muller responded, then turned around and issued a series of short and precise commands in German to the technicians below.

The German technicians immediately took action, moving swiftly and in an orderly manner.

The roar of the machine began to increase, the gurgling sound of liquid flowing came from the pipes, and the indicator lights on the console flashed wildly!

The huge machine made a low and continuous roar, like a sleeping beast breathing.

All the German technicians were on high alert, wearing full protective suits and gas masks, their eyes focused on the control instruments they were responsible for.

Mueller stood in front of the central control console, like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, constantly issuing short and precise instructions.

Shen Xilin and Lingzi stood on the observation platform on the second floor. Lingzi was calm, but she just watched the Germans working below with her big eyes without blinking.

Shen Xilin was different. At this moment, Shen Xilin could even hear the sound of his own heart beating like a drum.

Success or failure depends on this!

"Start the warm-up procedure!"

"Turn on the raw material conveyor belt!"

"Reactor A zone temperature setting: 85 degrees Celsius! Pressure: 1.5 atmospheres!"

"Catalyst ready! Type A catalyst injected! Type B catalyst on standby!"

Commands were issued one after another! The machines began to hum even louder! The huge stainless steel reactor began to heat up!

In the pipeline, a viscous liquid mixed with coal tar extract, iron catalyst and special solvent is slowly injected into the reactor under the push of a high-pressure pump!

The sweet and pungent chemical smell in the air became even stronger!

"The temperature has reached the critical point! Inject type B catalyst! Pay attention to flow rate control!" Mueller's voice suddenly rose!

A German technician carefully manipulated a pressure tank connected to a slender metal tube, and extremely slowly and precisely injected a viscous liquid emitting a strange blue-purple light into the specific inlet of the reactor!

At the moment the catalyst was injected, a dull gurgling sound like boiling water suddenly came from the reactor!

The color of the liquid in the kettle began to change dramatically!

From the turbid brown-black color, it quickly turned into a strange dark green!

The pointers of the thermometer and pressure gauge are jumping wildly!