Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Stabilize the temperature! Maintain the pressure! Monitor the pH value of the reaction liquid!" Mueller's voice was a little nervous!

All the technicians held their breath! Their eyes were fixed on the instruments! Time passed by minute by minute! Every second seemed as long as a century!

Suddenly, white, snowflake-like crystals began to precipitate from the center of the churning dark green liquid in the reactor!

The crystals became more and more numerous! They became denser and denser! They gradually settled to the bottom of the kettle!

"Success!" Muller's voice was filled with excitement!

"Morphine base crystals have been precipitated! Preliminary purity test... 99.5%! Close to the target value!"

"That's great!" Shen Xilin was so excited that he almost jumped up on the second floor!

He slapped the railing hard, his face filled with ecstasy! "It's done! It's done! Miss Lingzi! See! It's done! Morphine! Our morphine is out!"

Mueller ignored the commotion upstairs and continued issuing instructions: "Start the centrifugation process! Filter out impurities! Prepare to proceed to the purification and drying process!"

The huge centrifuge began to spin at high speed!

Separate the white crystals at the bottom of the reactor from the mother liquor! After a series of complex filtration, washing, and drying procedures...

Finally, a layer of fine, white, flour-like powder accumulates in the collection tray below the discharge port!

High-purity medical morphine! Birth!

Mueller rushed downstairs and practically threw himself in front of the collection plate! He stretched out a trembling finger, carefully touched a little of the white powder, and put it to his nose to smell it.

An extremely faint but deadly allure peculiar smell penetrated the nose.

There was a gleam in his eyes, as if that was not poison, but the purest gold!

"Hurry! Pack it up! Seal it!" Mullerlin roared hoarsely.

On the second floor, Lingzi turned to look at the equally excited Shen Xilin: "Shen Sang, the initial assembly of the morphine production line is complete. Now it's up to you. Use your talents to open up sales for our morphine. It's up to you."

"Haha, no problem, leave it to me."

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Chinese territory, gendarmerie, and Guangtian Battalion headquarters.

Since taking office as the captain of the Tianjin Military Police Department, Mitsuda Shoma has been very busy.

He didn't understand how General Yingqi managed to wander around aimlessly every day when he was in Harbin. Anyway, now that he was here, there were endless documents to sign and endless meetings to attend...

Especially after he recently took over the temporary law enforcement power in the concession, he became even busier. He was responsible for the establishment and management of the military police detachments in each concession. . . .

It's time for the regular meeting, and Mitsuda Shoma comes to the meeting room.

All the military police we met along the way stood at attention and saluted, their eyes full of awe.

In the conference room, more than ten sergeants and majors stood up in unison and saluted him.

"Begin the report."

The captains of each team reported on the work progress of the previous week in turn: how many "anti-Japanese elements" were arrested, how many "prohibited items" were seized, and how many "illegal materials" were confiscated.

The numbers are cold, but what they represent are all real money and interests. . . .

Mitsuda Sho listened to his subordinates' reports numbly, but his mind was always filled with longing for the time when he worked with Zhou Zhengqing.

Although he is still not far away from the general, he rarely returns to the gendarmerie headquarters.

Now he has become the leader of the Tianjin Gendarmerie, a violent machine.

Fortunately, this kind of days won’t last long, and soon I’ll be able to live a carefree and leisurely life like before...

Finally, the intelligence team leader, Shinji Murata, reported: "Colonel, we have made progress in investigating the 'anti-Japanese organizations' in the French Concession. We recommend that we take action in the near future to wipe them out."

Everyone's eyes turned to Mitsuda Shouma, waiting for instructions.

"The action plan will be put on hold. The concession is still quite special. I will make a decision after I return to the Military Police Headquarters to report."

Mitsuda Shojin spoke up. He found an excuse and thought about going to the Military Police Headquarters today to get together with some friends. It had been a long time since they had a drink together.

The men in the meeting looked surprised, and Murata couldn't help asking, "But Captain, this is a good opportunity to eradicate the 'anti-Japanese forces'... They've been accumulating a lot of stuff lately. If we delay, they might ship it out early, and then our operation will be fruitless."

"This is an order." Mitsuda Shojin interrupted him, his tone cold and hard: "You are not allowed to act without permission until I return."

The conference room was silent. People exchanged confused glances, but no one dared to question it.

Mitsuda Shoma continued to announce: "I repeat again, the rules of our military police.

All illegal acts, regardless of nationality or identity, will be dealt with according to uniform standards. Arrested persons must pay bail before they can be released. Those who are unable to pay will be compensated with labor.

Lynching, torture and arbitrary executions are strictly prohibited.”

He paused for a moment, scanning the room. "Anyone who violates this order will be severely punished. Do you understand?"

"Hi, Captain!" Everyone in the conference room responded in unison, although many people still had confusion in their eyes.

After the meeting, Mitsuda Shoma returned to the office and was about to take the recent records of the gendarmerie's actions (records of money-making) so that he could report the achievements of his gendarmerie to the general in person at the gendarmerie headquarters.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The newly promoted deputy captain of the military police, Second Lieutenant Ichiro Nakajima, walked in with an embarrassed look on his face. "Captain, Mr. Yamamoto, the president of the Salt Chamber of Commerce, is here to see you. He wants to see you for something urgent."

Ichiro Nakajima is about to replace Shoma Mitsuda as the captain of the Tianjin gendarmerie.

At this time, the military police sent from the country to form the Tianjin and Peking gendarmerie arrived in China one after another.

Zhou Zhengqing did not immediately arrange for people to replace Mitsuda Shoma and Taniguchi Mayu, but instead asked the newcomers to follow the old military police and "learn" the "rules" of the military police for a period of time.

Mitsuda Shouma frowned: "What's the matter?"

"About his son... He was captured by our people last night."

Yusuke Yamamoto, president of the Tianjin Japanese Salt Chamber of Commerce, walked into the office wearing an elegant kimono and looking angry.

"Captain Mitsuda, this is ridiculous!" he erupted, barely even saying hello. "My son was arrested by the military police! Like a common criminal!"

Mitsuda Shoma calmly gestured for him to sit down: "Mr. Yamamoto, please take your time and tell me what's going on."

"Last night, Koji got into an argument with someone at the izakaya and pushed the Chinese guy.

It was just such a small matter, and your people actually arrested him! Why do we have to pay bail? "Yamamoto was so angry that his face turned red: "This is simply an insult!

We are the Yamato people, the rulers of this place, not here to abide by these ridiculous regulations!"

Mitsuda Shoma listened expressionlessly, but sneered in his heart.

A small businessman in front of him actually dared to yell at him. This was why the general often reminded him to keep a low profile after becoming the captain. Otherwise, if Nakagawa Ken was here, he would probably draw his sword and let the other party bleed.

"Nakajima," he turned to his adjutant, "bring me the case records."

Ichiro Nakajima quickly brought the documents.