Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Nanjing, Military Intelligence Bureau Headquarters.

The smoke in Dai Li's office was thicker than before, almost suffocating.

When Dai Li saw the additional content in the telegram that "the internal strife of the Japanese army could no longer reverse the fall of Nanjing", he felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult.

He originally still had a glimmer of hope that the Japanese army's "internal actions" could bring a glimmer of hope to Nanjing, even if it was just to delay it for a while.

But the warning from Nanzō Yunko completely shattered this last hope.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot...it's an inevitable fact..." Dai Li muttered to himself with a bitter smile on his face.

He seemed to be able to see that in the cruel chess game of the Japanese high-ranking officials, the chess piece of Nanjing had been sentenced to death, and the slight cracks inside the chess piece had nothing to do with the overall situation.

"Director..." Xu Baichuan's voice brought Dai Li back to reality from his trance.

The "Fourth Brother" who was known for his composure now had a solemn and worried look on his face: "The direction of the intelligence is very clear.

What we are facing now is not the problem of judging the truth or falsehood, but how to deal with the huge changes that are bound to come.

Reporting is imperative, but the method needs to be considered.”

Dai Li suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. "Consider? What else is there to consider? Are you not going to report it just because the news is cruel? The Chairman and the other officers must know the true situation! A decision must be made immediately!"

"Director!" Xu Baichuan quickly tried to appease him, but his tone remained calm: "I'm not saying I won't report it.

What I mean is, how can we report it so that the impact of this "bomb" can be minimized, or in other words, how can we make our superiors truly pay attention to and adopt our suggestions?

Directly presenting the original text is certainly direct, but will it cause suspicion or even resistance because the conclusion is too shocking?

Especially since our defense on the Xicheng Line wasn't too bad, giving Nanjing City ample time to deploy its defenses. ... . ...

Dai Li fell silent.

What Xu Baichuan said makes sense.

The Supreme Command was not a monolithic entity. There were hardliners who firmly advocated for survival and death with Nanjing, and there were also pragmatists who advocated preserving strength for the long term.

Such intelligence that directly asserted that the capital was in danger and demanded its immediate relocation would undoubtedly be like a huge rock thrown into an already turbulent undercurrent, stirring up huge waves.

If handled improperly, not only may it fail to achieve the warning effect, but it may also lead to one being caught in a political whirlpool.

He paced anxiously around the office a few more times, then suddenly stopped, a fierce look flashing in his eyes: "I can't care about that anymore! Baichuan, you draft a report yourself immediately!

Don't copy it verbatim. Instead, use the name of our Military Intelligence Bureau's intelligence analysis, synthesizing recent intelligence from various sources, including the battle situation on the front lines, Japanese troop movements, and observations of the international situation. Especially... we must emphasize the latest and most urgent assessments from our core intelligence sources lurking within the Japanese military's upper echelons!

The tone should be serious and the conclusion should be clear, but the expression should be professional and objective, highlighting the urgency and irreversibility of the matter!

The key point is just eight words: Nanjing is in danger, and moving the capital is urgent!

He paused and added, “After the report was written, I signed it myself.

Come with me to the Huangpu Road official residence! No matter what, the old man must see this report tonight! "

"Yes! I understand!" Xu Baichuan knew that the responsibility was heavy, so he immediately sat down at the desk next to him, spread out the paper, and concentrated on thinking.

He knew the weight of every word in this report.

. . . . . . . . . .

Dai Li's black car was like a lone boat, sailing towards the stormy waves at the center of power in Nanjing City.

This time, Dai Li did not close his eyes to rest, but opened them wide and stared at the scene outside the car window, as if he wanted to engrave the final appearance of this city that was about to suffer a catastrophe in his mind.

The scenes along the way were even more shocking than what he had felt before, and a sense of despair as if the building was about to collapse came over him:

Not only trucks from government departments, but also cars carrying people wearing senior military officers' uniforms began to appear, and were also escorted by soldiers, rushing towards Yijiangmen.

Even some institutions that were supposed to hold their ground showed signs of panicked evacuations. This sign of a top-down collapse was more convincing than any rumors.

The number of refugees on the streets has increased significantly, and the order has become more chaotic.

Crying, shouting, and the shrill honking of vehicles were intertwined together.

Some people were fighting over a rickshaw, while others were slumped on the side of the road, staring at the dark sky with empty eyes.

The police and gendarmes tried to maintain order but seemed powerless, with confusion and fear on their faces.

On the city wall, the searchlight beams swept more rapidly. The figures of the soldiers behind the machine gun positions appeared tense and stiff under the light. The air was filled with smoke, dust and an indescribable smell of panic.

When passing by some schools and libraries, Dai Li saw people hurriedly moving books and instruments, trying to save some seeds of culture.

This scene adds a touch of tragedy and desolation to the impending fall of civilization.

Dai Li's heart sank with every scene he saw.

He knew that the information Chen Ming sent from Tianjin was correct.

The city's spirit is rapidly draining away, and the will to resist is being swallowed up by panic and despair.

If they evacuate now, they may be able to preserve some vitality. If they hesitate any longer, what awaits this city will be a real bloody hell.

The car finally drove into the Huangpu Road official residence area.

The security here has reached its peak, with barbed wire and sandbag fortifications stacked up layer by layer, the sentries' eyes like hawks, and the inspection procedures are cumbersome and strict.

An oppressive feeling, as if a storm is about to come, hangs over this complex of buildings that symbolizes the highest power.

Dai Li and Xu Baichuan got out of the car, straightened their clothes, and walked towards the door that looked particularly heavy in the night, holding the heavy report.

Dai Li's steps were firm, but only he himself knew what kind of waves were filling his heart.

What he brought was no longer intelligence, but a "letter of persuasion" that could change the course of history or lead to his own doom.

Dai Li and Xu Baichuan were led to a small reception room to wait. Not long after, the chief of the attendant's office, Qian Dajun, walked in with a serious expression.

He had obviously learned of Dai Li's purpose. Without further ado, he whispered, "Yu Nong, report to me. The president is in an emergency meeting with several superiors. I'll take him in now."

Dai Li handed over the report and added, "Director Qian, the situation is extremely urgent! Please ask the president to review it immediately!"

Qian Dajun looked at Dai Li deeply, nodded, and left quickly with the report.

In the small reception room, Dai Li and Xu Baichuan sat facing each other in silence. They could only hear each other's heavy breathing and the ticking sound of the second hand of the wall clock. Every second seemed extremely long.

They could imagine what kind of fierce debate concerning the fate of the country was taking place in the conference room next door.

Time passed minute by minute. About half an hour later, Qian Dajun returned again, his face more solemn, even with a hint of fatigue and helplessness.

"Yunong, the president has finished reading the report." Qian Dajun's voice was a little hoarse: "The superiors... have also discussed the situation. Everyone knows the situation, but..."