Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Tianjin, Military Police Headquarters.

The late autumn sunlight shines through the Japanese paper sliding doors, becoming soft and hazy, casting mottled light and shadows on the floor.

The air was filled with the fragrance of premium Gyokuro tea, mixed with a faint hint of sandalwood. It was so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of dust settling.

Zhou Zhengqing sat leisurely on the tatami, his fingertips gently stroking the warm Jianshui purple clay teacup.

He was wearing a comfortable navy blue kimono, with an indifferent expression and lowered eyes, as if he was immersed in the world of tea ceremony, or as if he was thinking about something extremely profound.

Beside him, kneeling was a girl named Reiko, wearing a light cherry-colored furisode kimono.

The kimono is made of excellent texture, the luster of the silk flows like water waves under the soft light, and the cuffs and hem are carefully embroidered with continuous vines and flying orioles, the colors are elegant and lifelike.

She wore her hair in a traditional Shimada bun, with a few strands of soft hair hanging down on the side of her fair neck, adding a touch of softness.

Lingzi's face is gentle, her eyebrows are submissive, and her movements are as soft as a cat's. She pours tea, serves it, and nods. Every gesture conforms to the most stringent etiquette standards, revealing a classic and restrained tranquility.

Leaning forward slightly, Lingzi reported in a voice so soft that only the two of them could hear, as gentle as the breeze blowing through wind chimes: "Master, Mr. Shen has almost sold all the goods that came from Xinjing via Shanhaiguan this month.

Among them, the most profitable are medicines, mainly sulfa drugs and quinine, and the other are industrial lubricants and steel. These goods are in short supply and the profits are considerable, an increase of 30% over the previous month.

The profit margins for other materials are much lower, so we can only rely on quantity to guarantee high profits."

Zhou Zhengqing picked up the teacup and took a sip, his eyes still fixed on the steam rising from the teacup, without saying a word.

Lingzi continued to speak softly, but the content of her words was completely different from her quiet appearance: "In addition, in accordance with your instructions, the morphine production line we newly established in the factory near the concession has achieved mass production.

The purity is very high and the yield is stable.

It’s just…” She hesitated for a moment and said, “Mr. Shen reported that he encountered obstacles when promoting his product to several major Chinese businessmen.

Those people... didn't seem very interested.

They also preferred sulfa drugs and hemostatic bandages to morphine.

They are also more inclined to hoard strategic materials such as steel, coal, grain, tung oil, and cotton, or directly resell arms.

China's military procurement department doesn't seem to be in urgent need of morphine at the moment. As intelligence indicates, they're more in need of real guns and ammunition."

She raised her head, quickly glanced at Zhou Zhengqing's unchanged expression, and continued to suggest: "Master, perhaps... we can change direction.

The North China Front Army had a large number of divisions, brigades, and field hospitals, and the number of wounded soldiers was endless.

Their need for analgesics is enormous and constant.

If we can establish direct contact with the front's military supply department, it will be a more stable and profitable channel.

It shouldn't be difficult for you to push this forward."

Zhou Zhengqing's fingers paused on the edge of the cup, but his expression remained calm. He just nodded slightly to indicate that he heard it.

At this moment, a hurried yet deliberately restrained sound of high heels tapping on the ground came from outside the room, coming from far away and breaking the tranquility of the tea room.

Outside the door, a guard respectfully announced, "General, Section Chief Nanzō wishes to see you."

"Come in." Zhou Zhengqing's voice was steady and indifferent, with a sense of condescending alienation.

The door was gently pushed open, and the first thing that caught my eye was a pair of long, beautiful legs, with a pair of exquisite red high heels on the feet.

Then, a slim figure appeared completely.

The person who came was the head of the Special High Police, Nanzō Yūko, who was once known as the "Flower of the Empire's Spies."

But today, she was rarely wearing the straight and cold officer uniform, but instead changed into a dazzling cheongsam.

It was a tight-fitting cheongsam with a dark green background embroidered with large golden chrysanthemums. The fabric was smooth soft satin, which perfectly outlined her curvy and breathtaking figure.

At the high slit, the snow-white thighs are faintly visible, which is full of provocation.

Her thick curly hair was lazily draped over her shoulders, her face was delicately made-up, her red lips were plump and tempting, and her peach blossom eyes were bright and shining, with a kind of bone-melting and soul-stirring charm.

She was like a poppy blooming in the dark night, beautiful and enchanting, yet carrying an aura of deadly danger.

However, when she walked about three steps away from Zhou Zhengqing, the outward charm was instantly restrained, transformed into a kind of respectful attitude of a subordinate facing the highest superior.

She bowed deeply, her voice charming but with clear awe: "General, I am sorry to disturb your rest."

Zhou Zhengqing raised his hand, motioning her to sit down. His gaze lingered on her overly eye-catching cheongsam for less than a second without any expression.

Nanzō Yunko knelt down gracefully on the cushion opposite, deliberately slowing down her movements, as if she wanted to show off her charming figure to the maximum extent.

With a faint smile on his lips, he spoke in a tone that was half reporting and half joking, his voice as sweet as honey: "Your Excellency the General has become more and more quiet these days... Hehehe...

Always staying at headquarters or the official residence to handle official business, like... like a perfect iceberg.

Those lively dance halls in Tianjin Concession, such as the "Sakura Dance Hall" or the "Golden Boat Dance Hall", have not welcomed you for a long time.

The air there has become dull without your charm.

You really should go out more often and get a taste of the local life, so as to make the most of this rare prosperity."

Nanzō Yunko's words sounded like concern, but more like a cautious temptation and teasing.

Zhou Zhengqing did not respond, but just looked at her indifferently. The invisible pressure made the smile on Nanzō Yunko's face a little stiff.

She seemed to have just noticed Lingzi beside Zhou Zhengqing.

Lingzi still maintained the posture of pouring tea, her eyes on her nose and her nose on her heart, as if she didn't hear what she said at all.

But just as Nanzō Yunko's gaze swept over her, Reiko's originally calm and clear eyes suddenly lifted up.

Like the sharpest blade, a cold and piercing warning light flashed across her face very quickly. There was no emotion at all, but it made Nanzō Yunko's heart inexplicably shudder.

Nanzō Yunko bit her lower lip unwillingly, quickly restraining her outwardly coquettish demeanor, straightening her back, and speaking in a much more formal tone: "Sir, I'm here to report to you on the recent important military intelligence."

"Speak." Zhou Zhengqing uttered a word.