Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 722 Oops! Ishihara-kun? !

"Yunzi." Zhou Zhengqing spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet filled with an unprecedented solemnity: "What else did she say? About that batch of things."

Ban Jing also calmed down from his previous excitement. He wiped his face vigorously and whispered, "Yunzi only said that the things have been taken away.

Now, it depends on whether Old Tan will hand it over truthfully.

According to our instructions...it cannot be hidden privately, but it is difficult to say how much room there is for maneuver.

Old Tan is too deep." A trace of fear flashed in Itai Yudai's eyes.

"What are you going to do if he doesn't deliver the things in the end?" Zhou Zhengqing asked.

"Don't worry, General. I have already made an agreement with Shao Laoshuan and the others. They will take action, and our people only need to control the situation on the periphery.

According to Shao Laoshuan, rather than letting the stuff fall into the hands of the Military Control Commission who might sell it off at any moment, it's better to store it with us. They really trust their "comrades," hehe.

"Very good. Mr. Banjing, go and have some tea with Chen Ming and Xu Zhongyi.

You can do whatever you want next, I won't interfere."

After a pause, a hint of smile flashed across Zhou Zhengqing's eyes: "Itai-kun, you've grown very fast. That's great. I can finally rest assured and hand things over to you."

Itai Yudai was stunned for a moment, then a glint of flattery flashed in his eyes: "Hey! Thank you for the compliment, General. I still have a lot to learn!"

The night on Miyajima Street was forcibly torn open with a bloody hole.

The small white Western-style building was like a roughly dissected specimen, exposed to countless eyes.

The pale beam of the powerful searchlight was like a shadowless lamp on an operating table, illuminating every trampled blade of grass and every stone slab splashed with dark red spots in the garden.

The air was filled with a pungent sweet smell.

Nanzō Yunko stood on the steps with her back straight. Every time her men carried a stretcher covered with a white cloth and passed by her, the sticky liquid that seeped from the edge of the stretcher dripped onto the stone steps, making a slight but "click" sound like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, and the corners of her eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Eighteen guards! Turned into a cold corpse.

Silently and without a trace! The opponent's methods were clean, neat, and ruthless to the extreme!

"Section Chief, the secret room between the study walls has been opened!" A Special High Section agent reported, "There's nothing inside.

"The technique was very professional, leaving no trace of value except this." He handed over a flat, stretched bamboo stick carefully placed in an evidence bag.

Nanzō Yunko took the evidence bag and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Just as she waved away her subordinates and was about to give the order to withdraw.

An extremely piercing roar of a car engine, with the madness of a desperado, came from far away and instantly tore through the oppressive silence of Miyajima Street!

A black car, like an out-of-control steel monster, spewed out hot exhaust gas from under its hood, and its tires made a death-like scream on the slippery bluestone slabs!

It spun around with a violent posture that was almost drifting, completely disregarding the safety of the car body and the surrounding soldiers, and stopped sideways on the curb next to the garden's iron gate!

The harsh sound of brakes and the smell of burning tires rubbing against the ground spread instantly!

The door was slammed open by a brute force! A figure in the casual clothes of an army general almost tumbled out of the car!

It was Ishiwara Kanji! This "Manchurian demon" had lost all his composure and wisdom.

His hair was messily stuck to his sweaty forehead, and his eyes were now covered with spider-web-like bloodshot. Deep in his pupils was a crazy light mixed with extreme panic, disbelief and utter despair!

Without even having time to stand firm, Ishiwara Kanji staggered and pushed away the military police who tried to stop him. Like a drowning man rushing to the last straw, he rushed desperately towards the study entrance of the small western-style building, which was open like a monster's mouth!

"Mr. Ishihara! You can't destroy the scene..." A military policeman tried to stop him, but was pushed away by Ishihara with such force that the military policeman stumbled and fell to the ground.

Nanzō Yunko's pupils suddenly constricted! She immediately took a half step back, embedding herself deeper into the narrow shadow cast by the huge pillars on the second floor.

The desperate and crazy aura emanating from Ishiwara Kanji at this moment was as strong as a petrol bomb suddenly exploding in the dark night!

This was no ordinary incident! The implications behind this were probably even more massive and deadly than she had imagined!

Her sharp eyes were like the most sophisticated tracker, fixed on the figure that stumbled into the study entrance.

Time seemed to be stretched and frozen.

In just less than three minutes, as everyone watched with bated breath, Ishiwara Kanji's figure was like being hit by an invisible hammer, and he staggered out of the study!

The blood drained away from his face in an instant, leaving him as pale as a piece of rice paper just dug out of a grave.

Those eyes, which once shone with the sharp light of insight into the world and the ability to plan strategies, now only had a dead emptiness and confusion.

He didn't even notice Nanzō Yunko's livid face on the steps. Her body swayed violently twice, like a candle in the wind, and was only supported by the cold door frame so that she didn't collapse to the ground like a puddle of mud.

His lips trembled violently, but he couldn't utter a word.

As if echoing Ishihara's despair, the roar of car engines became denser and heavier, coming closer like thunder!

Several trucks loaded with fully armed soldiers from the North China Front Army's direct guard stopped at the intersection with the momentum of crushing everything!

The soldiers jumped down quickly like a tide, their movements were uniform and well-trained, and they blocked both ends of the street in an instant!

A black luxury car glided silently to the front and stopped steadily.

The car door opened, and the newly appointed Chief of Staff of the North China Front Army, Major General Naosaburo Okabe, appeared.

The military cap was worn neatly on his head, and his eyes beneath the brim were as deep as an ancient well. Surrounded by several adjutants with sturdy builds and eyes as sharp as hawks, he walked with steady and oppressive steps into the disaster scene shrouded in strong light and white cloth.

His eyes immediately locked onto Ishiwara Kanji, who was leaning against the door frame, as if all his bones had been pulled out.

An extremely realistic expression of shock, concern, and worry instantly appeared on Okabe Naosaburo's face. He quickened his pace and stepped forward. "Oh my! Ishihara-kun?! What happened to you? Why do you look so grim? Are you okay?"

As if oblivious to the mess on the ground, the pungent smell and the corpse covered with white cloth, his eyes were focused only on Ishihara, and his tone was full of "sincere" concern: "I heard that you encountered several extremely dangerous assassination attacks while on official business in Peking!

God bless you! You are blessed by heaven!

Has the military doctor examined you? How serious are your injuries? Why didn't you rest in Tianjin and come to this chaotic place so late at night?

Still so out of control?"

He bombarded him with questions, his concern evident in his words, but each word was like a carefully polished ice pick.

It seems to be caring, but in fact every sentence hits the nail on the head, with cold temptation and undisguised criticism.