Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

At the same time, the gendarmerie shelled the police headquarters.

A gendarmerie truck was driving on the road. Inside the truck's cargo box, Yao Wenkang sat quietly. His eyes were covered tightly with a black cloth and his hands were tied behind his back.

But his expression was calm and determined.

Yao Wenkang's ears keenly captured the sounds around him. Relying on his extraordinary memory and familiarity with the terrain, Yao Wenkang began to try to determine the truck's route.

However, as time went on, he discovered that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

The truck seemed to be deliberately circling the city, which confused him. He could feel the truck constantly turning and making U-turns, which made him gradually unable to determine the specific direction and his memory became blurred.

At this moment, the truck suddenly slowed down. Yao Wenkang immediately realized that they might be reaching their destination. His heartbeat quickened, and he nervously waited for what would happen next.

However, the truck did not stop, but moved forward slowly at an extremely slow speed.

After driving for a while, Yao Wenkang felt a strong centripetal force, which meant that the truck was turning.

Then the truck slowed down again and came to a stop.

"Get out of the car!" The military policeman who was escorting him pulled up his arm. Because of the black cloth on his eyes, Yao Wenkang was almost knocked down.

The military police also noticed that he was unable to move because of the black cloth tied around his neck, so they reached out and helped him remove the black cloth.

"Okay, get down quickly. It's late in the canteen and there's no food." After the military police helped him untie the black cloth, they left him alone on the truck. He and his companions quickly got off the truck.

Yao Wenkang stared blankly at the military police who lifted the canvas at the back of the car and got out of the car.

You don't care about yourself anymore? Where is this?

"Wenkang? Are you up there?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came. It was his wife.

Yao Wenkang didn't care about the strange behavior of the military police. He quickly reached out and lifted the canvas.

The dazzling sunlight made Yao Wenkang, who had already adapted to the darkness, close his eyes. He involuntarily put his hand in front of his eyes.

"Wenkang! I'm so glad you're okay!" came the wife's surprised voice.

"Lao Yao! It's really you!" A slightly familiar voice sounded behind his wife's voice.

This voice! Yao Wenkang was startled, not caring about the glare. He opened his eyes and looked.

"Secretary Chen! You're still alive! Ah, Jiahui, you're here too. Old Wen! You're still alive too. Sister Kong! You're all alive! Xiaowei, why are you here too!" Yao Wenkang looked at the group of people gathered at the back of the carriage. There were several familiar or vaguely remembered figures inside. His eyes suddenly turned red.

"Deputy Secretary Yao! We were just brought here as well." A middle-aged woman wearing black-framed glasses saw Yao Wenkang holding the door of the carriage with a look of surprise and joy on her face. She couldn't help but also tear up.

"Old Yao! Come on. Get down. Don't act like a child in front of the Japanese. You're bringing shame to us underground party members." Chen Hexuan stepped forward and helped Yao Wenkang get out of the car.

"Secretary Chen! Your special committee suddenly lost contact a few days ago. Secretary Wang and I were worried for a long time. I didn't expect you to be here."

Chen Hexuan smiled and patted Yao Wenkang's arm. "We are fine. But many people from your municipal committee died this time."

Speaking of this, Chen Hexuan's eyes were somewhat dim. The Harbin Special Committee and the Municipal Committee were destroyed one after another. This means that the Harbin underground party will usher in the weakest time in the future.

"Secretary Chen, Secretary Wang of our municipal party committee...he...he died. We found his body in a mass grave. He was beaten...

It's all the fault of that traitor Feng Zian! I'm going to kill him!"

"I know! I know! Don't worry, traitors will definitely pay the price. You just came here, and there are some things you don't understand yet. Let's go to the house and talk.

Many comrades from the municipal party committee were arrested this time, and now Secretary Wang is gone. You have to take up this responsibility."

Yao Wenkang was full of doubts. He didn't know where to start. When he heard Chen Hexuan say this, he immediately asked out the biggest question in his mind.

"Secretary Chen, why did our superiors ask us to cooperate with the military police to arrest him? Do you know the reason?"

When Chen Hexuan heard what Yao Wenkang said, he immediately signaled him to be quiet. "Wenkang! This is not a place to talk. Come on. Let's go to the cafeteria to eat first, and then I'll tell you in detail."

Yao Wenkang is also a man who knows his limits, otherwise he would not have been assigned by the organization to the position of deputy secretary of the Harbin Municipal Committee of the underground party. After hearing what Chen Hexuan said, he temporarily suppressed his doubts.

Only at this time did Yao Wenkang turn his attention to his wife and two children.

"Is your hand okay? Are the kids okay?"

His wife said softly. "It's okay, the bullet went through. The doctor here sewed up the wound and applied medicine. It's okay now, someone is taking care of the child. He's not crying anymore, and he should be asleep now. What happened today scared them."

Yao Wenkang was relieved when he heard that his wife and children were fine.

Afterwards, Yao Wenkang followed Chen Hexuan to a large warehouse.

As soon as I entered the warehouse, I saw a lot of chairs and benches inside. There were many people talking in groups of three or four, all with sad faces, and some were crying.

Seeing Yao Wenkang coming in, those who were nearby exclaimed, "Secretary Yao! It's Secretary Yao!"

The sound interrupted the whispers of the people in the warehouse. When they looked up and found that it was really Yao Wenkang, they all stood up and surrounded Yao Wenkang.

"Secretary, I'm so glad you're okay! I thought... woo... I was the only one left in our group..."

"Secretary! It's great that you're here. It's great."

"Secretary Wen Kang!!"

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Yao Wenkang walked along the way, listening to every word of concern or conversation.

His mind gradually calmed down. He realized that so many comrades depended on him, trusted him, and regarded him as their spiritual support. They needed him to be strong and to lead them forward.

Yao Wenkang straightened his back, no longer hesitating and at a loss. When he walked to the center of the crowd, he stretched out his hand to suppress everyone's voices and spoke in a firm and steady tone.

"Comrades, I know that many comrades have sacrificed their lives. But please do not indulge in grief. Because we are still alive! We still have the fighting power!"

His eyes scanned each person's face, seeing the sadness and confusion in their eyes, but also catching that spark of hope.

Yao Wenkang knew that at this moment he had to be a role model for everyone and give them strength and courage.

He took a deep breath and continued.

“Although we have suffered huge losses, it does not mean we have failed.

Instead, we must use these sacrifices as motivation to fight even harder. The enemy wants to destroy us, and we will not let them succeed!"

Yao Wenkang's words were like a clear spring, flowing into everyone's heart and awakening the fighting spirit deep in their hearts.

Everyone's eyes gradually became firm, and the sadness and helplessness on their faces were replaced by determination.

They responded one after another.

"Yes! We can't give up!"

"We will fight the enemy to the end!"

Yao Wenkang smiled and nodded, feeling a warm power surging in his heart.

Despite facing difficulties and obstacles, as long as we work together, we will be able to overcome difficulties and move towards victory.

He believed that on this land, there were countless brave and fearless fighters who were willing to pay any price for freedom and dignity.