Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"I've heard that many of us have surrendered. When will Your Excellency order us to surrender as well?"

"Who knows... Anyway, we just need to guard this place... Here, I have some sake, would you like another sip..."

"Sergeant, this... isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's there to be afraid of! It's perfectly safe here! Those rebels can't possibly break in, can they?"

Just when the two were most relaxed, the hammer and sickle moved!

Iron Hammer pounced out from behind a pile of wooden crates like a tiger, the piano string drawing a deadly arc in the air, precisely looping around the sergeant's neck, and then yanking him back sharply!

The sergeant's eyes bulged out, and he made a choking sound in his throat as he struggled in vain. The wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground, but was gently caught by the back of his foot without making a shattering sound.

Almost simultaneously, a scythe flashed from the other side. A left hand covered the private's mouth, while the right hand's bayonet, like a venomous snake, pierced through the gap in the ribs, striking the heart precisely. The private's body convulsed violently before going limp.

The entire process takes no more than ten seconds.

Clean, efficient, and professional. There were no gunshots, no shouts, only two soft thuds and a brief struggle.

The hammer and sickle dragged the bodies deep into the pile of debris and hid them, confiscated their weapons and identification tags, and cleaned up the obvious bloodstains.

The sickle even picked up the fallen cigarette butts.

"Target cleared, area secure." Hammer signaled down into the tunnel.

At 6:42, the entire Makarov squad successfully entered the storage room.

Makarov glanced at the luminous hands on his watch; he was a full eight minutes ahead of schedule.

These precious 8 minutes gave them the tactical initiative.

The storage room was large and filled with discarded machine tool parts, broken weapon cases, and dusty filing cabinets.

The air was filled with the smell of engine oil and dust, which was much better than the sewers.

When the team finally entered the relatively dry but dusty storage room, everyone instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, even though the mission had only just entered its most critical phase.

They quickly cleaned off the most obvious dirt, but the deep-seated stench and the cold, sticky feeling lingered.

However, there was no time for them to catch their breath.

The ground attack had begun, and the loud noises and vibrations actually boosted the morale of the team members.

This is a feint attack launched by Yusuke's military police and cooperating "rebel" troops, according to plan!

Their objective was to create massive chaos, draw the defenders' full attention, and create the perfect opportunity for Makarov's underground squad to launch a surprise attack.

Returning from that suffocating, ghostly environment to a relatively familiar, even if intense, battle environment is psychologically liberating.

The vibrations from the ground traveled through the walls, and dust fell from above.

Makarov's lips curled into a cold smile.

"The time has come. The hunt begins."

The squad members performed a final check of their weapons, cocking the bolts and disengaging the safety on their submachine guns.

Seven pairs of eyes gleamed with the light of hungry wolves in the dim light.

They are like a fully drawn bow, the arrow nocked, the target locked, waiting only for the command to transform into the scythe of death and slash at the heart of their prey.

The specter of underground infiltration is about to unleash a crushing tactical storm from the future upon the world above.

6:50 a.m.

There is an iron door on the side of the underground bunker leading to the storage room.

Two guards, who were dozing off with their guns against each other, were awakened by a faint "buzzing" sound.

They looked sleepily toward the source of the sound.

"Ono-kun, can you smell it? It's the smell of gunpowder..."

"Hmm, it seems to be over by the storage room. Could it be on fire? Let's go check it out."

"Hey, I'm going to check..."

He hadn't even finished speaking...

A deafening boom... A massive explosion...

The heavy steel gate bulged outwards like a piece of paper, tore apart, and finally flew out with a crash.

The shockwave from the explosion created a deadly blast in the narrow passage, sending two Japanese sentries behind the door, who hadn't yet reacted, flying and crashing heavily into the concrete wall.

Before the smoke had even cleared, the hammer had already charged in like a cheetah.

With a flick of his left hand, two grenades, already two seconds in his hand, traced precise arcs, piercing through the billowing dust and landing inside the bunker.

In an instant.

"Boom... Boom...!"

The blinding flames, flying debris, and deafening noise amplified within the confined space, as if striking the heart of the defenders.

The squad of guards behind the door was instantly thrown into chaos.

Realizing they were under attack, some people blindly pulled the trigger, and the sound of Type 38 rifles firing was chaotic and disorderly.

"Charge!" Makarov's voice was calm and short, reaching every team member's ears through the sound of the MP36 submachine gun being cocked.

The three-person assault team advanced in a standard triangular formation.

Iron Hammer, acting as the vanguard, charged in first, his gun barrel swinging left and right to cover a 180-degree fan-shaped area in front of him.

The scythe and the red star occupy the left and right sides respectively, responsible for eliminating threats in the corners and on the flanks.

This formation ensures maximum coverage of firepower and mutual protection among team members.

With the hammer in front and the MP36 submachine gun stock pressed firmly against the shoulder socket, the hammer performs a threat fan-shaped scan.

The sickle is on the left wing, and the M1918A1 Browning Automatic Rifle is aimed at officers and machine gunners.

Red Star is on the right flank, and an MG34 light machine gun is positioned in a low-profile alert position with the finger lightly touching the trigger guard.

The three formed a perfect offensive triangle formation, with each person 2 meters apart, covering complementary angles without any blind spots.

The scene before me was breathtaking. The underground bunker was as spacious as an underground castle, with generators roaring and lights flickering, but at this moment it was in complete chaos.

The staff officers of the Central China Expeditionary Army, who were suddenly attacked, panicked. Some tried to organize resistance, while others fled in all directions.

Five officers wielding sabers rushed out from the office on the right, attempting to engage in close combat.

The Browning automatic rifle with the scythe fired three bursts, "Bang! Bang! Bang!", accurately hitting the first three officers between the eyebrows.

At a distance of less than ten meters, it was like point-blank shooting for this elite assault soldier.

In the moment the two officers were stunned, Hammer fired a short burst from his MP36.

"Da da da," bullets struck their chests, the impact slamming them back into the office.

On the left-wing corridor, a squad of guards, under the command of a sergeant, set up a Type 92 heavy machine gun in an attempt to suppress the enemy.

"Red Star!" Makarov gave a brief order.

Red Star's MG34 roared instantly, its long chain of fire sweeping towards the crowd. In the narrow passage, the MG34 tore down a large number of guards like tearing cloth.

Sickle seized the opportunity to finish off the team leader, Sergeant.

Without command and heavy firepower, the Japanese army immediately collapsed.

"Left corridor, five-man squad!" Spider issued a warning, while providing real-time intelligence: "Lead sergeant, pistol in hand, third soldier carrying a grenade launcher."