Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The conference room suddenly fell silent. The army generals looked at each other, many of them sweating profusely.

Nagata Tetsuzan spoke cautiously, "Regarding the attack on Yoshida Yuto, there is currently no conclusive evidence to suggest that it was carried out by someone within the army..."

"No evidence?" Mitsumasa Yonai suddenly raised his voice. "What kind of evidence do you need? Do we have to wait for Takuto Takazaki to personally lead the military police into this meeting room?"

He stood up and looked around at the army generals present. "A military police officer was attacked on the front lines. The attacker was wearing an army uniform, and the soldiers present turned a blind eye! Haha, if this were to get out, what would international public opinion think? What would His Majesty the Emperor think?"

The conference room fell into a deathly silence. The naval generals looked coldly at the embarrassment of their army colleagues, many of them with sarcastic smiles on their lips.

Finally, Sugiyama fell silent, and Prince Zairen said in a hoarse voice, "Then, in your opinion, how should we deal with this?"

Mitsumasa Yonai adjusted his gloves and said calmly, "That's your army's problem. We in the navy just did what we had to do, stating our stance and drawing a clear line. As for how to explain this to Takuto Takazaki... I wish you good luck.

You'd better pray that Yoshida Hayato is still alive. If anything happens to him..." He paused deliberately. "I heard that Takazaki Takuto has already said that he will pursue this matter to the end at all costs, even if it means bringing it to the Imperial Council."

The naval generals stood up and left one after another, leaving the army generals looking at each other in confusion in the conference room.

Everyone can feel the seriousness of the situation.

Sugiyama Gen looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky and muttered to himself, "That idiot Matsui... How much trouble has he caused... One in Shanghai, the other in Tianjin, and yet they both caused such trouble!"

. . . . . . . .

In the darkness before dawn, the Tianjin Port terminal was shrouded in a rare solemn atmosphere.

A thin mist floated on the sea like a veil, and the outlines of five naval transport ships were faintly visible in the morning light.

Along the dock, more than a thousand gendarmes stood in silence, the metal badges on their uniforms flashing coldly in the dim light.

Most of these military police have young faces, but their eyes are sharp and cold beyond their age.

They were equipped with the latest Type 38 rifles, and many of them also had holsters on their waists, which were the Type 14 Nambu pistols they had purchased personally.

The military police have more money, and many of them like to add some extra equipment to themselves. For example, this pistol is popular among the military police. After all, only officers were qualified to be issued pistols in the past.

Although the pistol was purchased by an individual, it still makes one feel proud.

The hilts of the military police swords at their waists are inlaid with the cherry star emblem, which symbolizes their special status. Compared with ordinary army soldiers, they are better equipped and their behavior reveals a kind of nouveau riche arrogance.

Shunsuke Nakamura stood at the front of the dock, with a lieutenant colonel badge on the collar of his yellow staff coat. He stood as straight as a pine tree and his eyes were sharp.

To his left, the head of the Intelligence Department, Itai Yudai, unconsciously stroked the handle of his saber with his fingers.

Major Ken Nakagawa, the head of the Operations Section on the right, appeared restless, with the flames of revenge burning in his eyes.

"Gentlemen!" Nakamura Shunsuke's voice cut through the morning mist, sonorous and powerful. "This trip south is not only to investigate the truth behind the attack on our colleagues, but also to defend the dignity of the military police and the glory of the empire! Everyone must remember their mission!"

"Hi!" More than a thousand military police, led by Captain Yusuke Ichijo, responded in unison, and the sound of the voices startled the seabirds on the dock and made them fly away.

At the end of the team, a special team was particularly eye-catching.

Although they were wearing Japanese military police uniforms, their tall stature, light hair and deep eye sockets revealed their White Russian ancestry.

Makarov, who led the team, had a scar on his face extending from his brow to his cheek, which made him look even more fierce.

This time, Makarov brought his combat team to join the military police operation as a "special consultant". He seemed very excited, shaking his head from time to time, and his neck made cracking sounds.

The light cruiser Yubari of the Navy's Third Fleet slowly approached the shore. Captain Tajiri quickly disembarked and saluted Nakamura: "Your Excellency the Chief of Staff, this ship has been ordered to serve as the flagship and escort you to Shanghai.

Commander Kiyoshi Hasegawa has specifically instructed that everyone's safe arrival be ensured."

Nakagawa Ken snorted coldly, his voice not loud but clear enough: "Do we still need you to protect our safety? What a joke!"

Itai Yudai glanced at Nakagawa with a warning look, then nodded gracefully to the captain: "Thank you, Captain Tajiri. We, the military police, will strictly abide by the ship's regulations."

The military police began to board the ship in an orderly manner. Their movements were neat and the sound of their boot heels hitting the deck was as rhythmic as a war drum.

. . . . . . . . .

Two days later, a small fleet led by the "Yubari" entered the Huangpu River.

On the river, other ships of the Third Fleet sounded their horns in greeting, a rare display of the navy's respect for the gendarmerie.

What was shocking was that Vice Admiral Kiyoshi Hasegawa, commander of the Third Fleet, was actually waiting at the dock in person, with two rows of naval officers standing behind him.

The standard of this reception is far beyond the norm and is clearly sending a certain signal to all parties.

When Shunsuke Nakamura led the military police officers off the ship, Kiyoshi Hasegawa took the initiative to greet them and said, "Chief of Staff Nakamura, thank you for your hard work. The Navy is deeply indignant about what happened to Chief of Staff Yoshida."

Nakamura Shunsuke knew the other party was being so polite to him because General Takazaki was standing behind him, so he immediately acted flattered and bowed deeply, saying, "I'm truly unworthy of being greeted personally by His Excellency the Commander. Thank you for the Navy's escort."

Hasegawa Kiyoshi glanced meaningfully at the military police disembarking the ship and said, "If there is any need for assistance, the Third Fleet will fully cooperate. It means full cooperation."

Hasegawa Kiyoshi emphasized the words "full cooperation", causing the face of the Shanghai Expeditionary Force liaison officer who was also at the scene to change suddenly.

Itai Yudai calmly observed the situation at the dock.

He noticed the obvious tension between the naval and army officers, and even some naval officers showed undisguised hostility towards the army liaison officers.

Ken Nakagawa couldn't wait to ask: "Commander, how is Yoshida-kun now?"

Hasegawa Kiyoshi's face was solemn: "Staff Officer Yoshida is still in the 101st Division. The doctor said that he can't be moved easily after the operation, but don't worry, I have asked the best military doctors in the navy to participate in the treatment.

But... the situation... is not optimistic. The bullet penetrated the small intestine and caused peritonitis..."

At this time, the White Russian squad led by Makarov walked down the gangway and immediately caused a commotion.

Their exotic faces stood out among the all-Japanese soldiers, and several naval officers showed surprised expressions.

Hasegawa Kiyoshi raised his eyebrows and looked at Nakamura: "What are these?"

"When we were in Harbin, we hired a team of consultants," Nakamura Shunsuke replied calmly. "They have special expertise in certain areas."

Makarov saluted Hasegawa Kiyoshi in fluent Japanese: "Hello, Commander."

His cold blue eyes swept over the officers present, and several staff officers involuntarily avoided his gaze.

At the front of the dock, the tracks rubbed against the concrete floor, making a harsh sound.

Four German-made Type 2 tanks slowly drove down from the transport ship. Their short-barreled 20mm guns shone coldly in the sun, and the angled armor plates presented the unique geometric beauty of German industry, which was in sharp contrast to the thin-skinned tanks produced by the Japanese army.

Immediately afterwards, eight Japanese armored vehicles came ashore one after another, mainly Type 93 light armored vehicles.

These small, nimble vehicles are armed with machine guns, and their tires make a dull thud as they roll over the road.

Then dozens of trucks formed a long line.

The most eye-catching ones were the Type 97 sidecar three-wheeled motorcycles, which drove down from the ship flexibly, with the sidecar on the left side and mounted light machine guns. Some of them even had heavy machine guns mounted on them.

"Uh, Nakamura, you are carrying so many heavy equipment!? The truck is pulling a mountain cannon!? And there are so many Type 92 infantry guns! Are you really here to investigate?" Katsuo Abe, who had been standing next to Hasegawa Kiyoshi without saying a word, was surprised and finally couldn't help but ask.

He had known Shunsuke Nakamura and others for a long time. They had even had a drink together in Tianjin and seemed to be quite familiar with each other.

Nakamura Shunsuke smiled but didn't explain much.

After saying a brief farewell to Hasegawa Kiyoshi and saying that he would visit the Izumo later, he directed the military police to organize their equipment and prepare to go to the 101st Division.