Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Putting down the silver spoon, Zhou Zhengqing gently wiped the stains from the corner of the little girl's mouth with his fingertips. His gaze fell on her empty left sleeve, and a trace of heartache flashed across the depths of his eyes.

If I had been more ruthless at that time and decisively eliminated all those unstable factors, perhaps the little girl would not have had her hand cut off.

She should be snuggling in her mother's arms and acting like a spoiled brat right now...

Sakurako took out the golden fried mushroom tempura and placed it on a white porcelain plate covered with oil-absorbing paper. She then picked up a crystal clear shrimp and prepared to coat it with batter.

She looked at Huizi clinging to Zhou Zhengqing's arms and couldn't help but chuckle, "Master, you really dote on Miss Huizi to no end. Look at her, she's like a kitten that can't leave the heater. She wishes she could grow on you."

Her tone was full of good-natured teasing, but also a subtle hint of emotion.

The young master is becoming more and more profound, and only when facing Huizi will he take off all masks and show his tenderness.

When Zhou Zhengqing heard this, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, which was considered a response.

Without looking up, he just used his chin to gently stroke Huizi's soft hair, which had a faint scent of milk.

Huizi seemed to understand Yingzi's teasing, and buried her face in Zhou Zhengqing's clothes shyly, leaving only a small red ear exposed, but her intact right hand grasped the fabric on Zhou Zhengqing's chest even tighter.

"Miss Huizi is really becoming more and more dependent on you." Yingzi continued, her hands moving non-stop: "Yesterday when you came back late from a meeting, she kept lying by the window and refused to sleep.

The little head nods, and although it is very sleepy, it still insists on waiting for you, and keeps repeating, "Brother, brother."

"Yingzi, you're lying to me again. Is Huizi waiting for me? Is she waiting for me to bring her some cakes?

"Oh... I really can't be soft-hearted anymore. Look at her, how much she's eaten now. If she keeps eating like this, she'll be as fat as a pig." Zhou Zhengqing said, pinching the little girl's nose lovingly.

Huizi could already understand many conversations between adults. When she heard what Zhou Zhengqing said, she immediately smiled and looked at Zhou Zhengqing pitifully.

Zhou Zhengqing's heart seemed to be gently bumped by something.

I lowered my head and looked at the little ball in my arms.

Her life was so fragile, like a candle in the wind, yet she was so tenaciously attached to him.

This dependence, pure without a trace of impurities, is the only real warmth he can feel in this dark age.

He often thought of Xu Ziping, the woman whose name might not even be recorded in history.

When adopting Huizi, there may have been feelings of guilt, compensation, and the responsibility to fulfill the entrusted child at first, but since when, this feeling has long since deteriorated and become a complete and unquestionable family relationship.

He is her brother and her only support in the world.

"Huizi." Zhou Zhengqing called her softly, his voice unlike his own: "Do you like your brother to feed you?"

Huizi raised her head, her big eyes shining, and nodded vigorously: "I like it! Brother...Okay!" Although her words were limited, the emotions she expressed were extremely sincere.

Zhou Zhengqing picked up a piece of eggplant tempura that Yingzi had just handed over, which he had blown to the perfect temperature, and handed it to Huizi's mouth.

Huizi took a small bite and "ah-wu"; the outer layer was crispy and the inside was soft and glutinous. She chewed it with satisfaction, her cheeks bulging.

The cooking room became quiet again, with only the subtle sound of the oil tumbling in the pan and Huizi's satisfied chewing.

The light of the setting sun became increasingly slanted, giving Zhou Zhengqing's profile a warm golden edge and illuminating the dust slowly dancing in the air.

At this moment, the smoke of war, political infighting, and identity embarrassment all seemed to be isolated outside the camphor window.

Here there is only a warm cooking room, delicious food, gentle maids, and the incomplete yet complete little life in his arms that he needs to protect with all his strength.

Sakurako placed the last fried shrimp tempura on a plate, poured a bowl of miso soup, and placed it gently on the low table in front of Zhou Zhengqing along with a few side dishes.

"Master, your dinner is ready."

Zhou Zhengqing nodded, but did not pick up his chopsticks immediately.

He adjusted his position to make Huizi more comfortable in his arms.

The little girl was full and began to feel drowsy. Her long eyelashes covered her eyelids like two small fans.

Looking at Huizi's peaceful sleeping face, he raised his eyes and looked out the window.

As the sky grew darker, the searchlights on the headquarters walls were lit, and beams of light cut through the deepening twilight.

Warm moments are always short-lived. He knew that once he stepped out of this room, he would be the military police commander Zhou Zhengqing again, who had to be cold and calculating, and whose hands had to be stained with blood or mud.

But at this moment, he just wanted this moment to last a little longer.

He patted Huizi's back gently and hummed a tuneless lullaby, the origin of which he himself had forgotten.

Sakurako quietly cleaned the kitchen counter, moving gently, for fear of disturbing the peace.

In this gap in time and space filled with conflict and pain, this small cooking room has become the most inappropriate yet real safe haven.

And Zhou Zhengqing, holding Huizi in his arms, perhaps only at this moment and place can he briefly forget his origins and mission and just be a simple brother who protects his sister.

However, the night wind gradually rising outside the window seemed to have brought a faint, uneasy restlessness from afar.

How long can this stolen peace last?

. . . .

The warm aftertaste of the kitchen had not yet completely faded from Zhou Zhengqing. He gently handed the sleeping Huizi to Yingzi, and watched her walk carefully towards the bedroom, holding the small, arm-less but particularly pitiful body.

The last bit of tenderness in Zhou Zhengqing's eyes was completely replaced by sharpness and depth the moment the door closed.

He adjusted the collar of his home clothes and walked towards the commander's office, which symbolized power and ruthlessness.

The heavy wooden door closed behind him, isolating him from the world.

There was only a dim glow from the desk lamp in the office, illuminating the large mahogany desk and the glaring Japanese military flag on the wall behind the desk.

Zhou Zhengqing walked to the window and looked at the dark night of Tianjin city outside. Under the twinkling lights, he wondered how many turbulent waves were hidden.

Take a deep breath and let the thought sink into your mind.

"System, come out and settle the account."

Following his summons, a translucent interface full of futuristic technology that only he could see instantly unfolded before his retina.

The interface is colorful and glittering, which is out of place in this office full of the atmosphere of the old times.

A cold, emotionless electronic synthesized sound rang in his mind.