Spy Wars: I signed in at the Military Police at the beginning

In the evening, in Songtian Hall, Zhou Ke almost laughed out of anger when he saw the telegram sent to him by Secretary Mao asking for someone. He was busy here, but someone was still thinking about him.

Although the wording of the telegram sent by Secretary Mao was very euphemistic, the conditions offered were also very tempting.

However, the arrogance between the lines of the reply made Zhou Ke unable to resist the urge to send the gendarmerie to investigate the Military Control Commission offline.

"Sign in!" Zhou Ke didn't think any more and lay on the sofa, sinking his consciousness into his mind.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for winning a box of nylon stockings!"

Looking at the items obtained by signing in in his mind, Zhou Ke felt that if it weren't for the occasional weapons and magical items, he would have thought that this system was prepared for him to travel back to ancient times.

Soap, paper notebooks, stockings, any one of them is enough to make a fortune. In ancient times, if you are lucky, you might even be given a title.

Leopard print, zebra print, plum blossom print, Zhou Ke kept trying to add patterns to stockings in her mind. Not bad, it can be used, but the degree of perversion is second only to underwear.

"Master, my grandson Stanley from the Special High Technology Department called. He seems to have something urgent to discuss with you." Number Three knocked on Zhou Ke's bedroom door and reported.

"My dear Sun Zijun, is there something urgent that you want to talk to me about so late at night?" Zhou Ke asked curiously after answering the phone.

The anti-corruption team's anti-corruption plan has not yet come to an end, but it is almost there. When the evidence that can fill a cargo ship leaves the port the day after tomorrow, it will probably be completely over.

"Commander Matsuda, something serious may happen. If I am right, Akechi Mitsuhide must have reported you!"

"Report? Report me for smuggling drugs?" Zhou Ke thought for a long time and found that it seemed that only the traitor named Mitsuhide Akechi might know about this matter.

"Yes, that's what he reported. He went out this morning and hasn't come back since. The anti-corruption team sent people to his office and found a lot of reporting materials on his desk!"

There was some anxiety in the words of my grandson Shini. Although he knew that Zhou Ke had a very good relationship with Senior Kojima of the Special High Technology Department, sometimes relationships were hard to explain.

They were promoted through Zhou Ke's approach. If Zhou Ke really gets into trouble, they will inevitably be implicated.

So no matter what, my grandson Stanley must inform Zhou Ke as soon as he gets the news so that he can make preparations early, so that there will be room for maneuver if something really happens.

"What does he want?" Zhou Ke asked curiously.

"I am not sure about it either, but you must be careful, sir. The leader of our anti-corruption team has very strong connections, and many seniors in the department have been brought down." My grandson, Sirini, reminded.

"I understand, Sun Zijun. I believe your team leader will give me a satisfactory answer tomorrow."

Although Zhou Ke didn't know why Yamauchi Osamu didn't mention this matter to him when they met in the evening, he thought it was because he forgot about other things, and it wasn't a big deal.

"Team leader, please be careful!" My grandson Shini felt that his benefactor seemed to have no other emotional fluctuations except for being a little curious about Akechi Mitsuhide's motives.

"Well, that's thoughtful of you, my grandson..." Zhou Ke simply praised him and hung up the phone.

The Akechi Mitsuhide is probably being held somewhere now. Not to mention anything else, just based on the shipload of cargo that is about to be shipped, it is possible that Dobi and Yamauchi Osamu will let this kid swim in the Huangpu River for three days and three nights.

.........

Sure enough, the next day, Zhou Ke had just arrived at the regiment headquarters and hadn't even sat down when Yamauchi Osamu from the Special High Technology Department sent someone to deliver a small gift that he had forgotten to give him the night before.

"Mr. Mingzhi, why are you doing this? Do you think the money I gave you is too little, or do you feel uncomfortable holding the money?" Zhou Ke asked, looking at the bloody man in front of him who looked very embarrassed.

"Hmph, you bunch of parasites of the empire! The empire will be finished in your hands sooner or later!" Akechi Mitsuhide said with disdain, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm with teeth.

"When I was distributing the money to you, I remember you were jumping for joy. How come you turned against me the instant you turned against me?" Zhou Ke did not believe a word Akechi Mitsuhide said.

Because Zhou Ke always personally distributed money to the police department's special high-tech department, except for the time he was back home. The greedy smile of Akechi Mitsuhide in the past was completely different from the current one.

"Haha, that's just my way of paralyzing you! I just didn't expect that there would be so much injustice in the world, even the anti-corruption team has been corrupted!" Akechi Mitsuhide said angrily.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's not happening!" Zhou Ke didn't agree at all when he heard Akechi Mitsuhide say that. Does this anti-corruption team need him to be corrupted?

"Matsuda-kun, why waste time talking to this rubbish? Just give him a good beating and be done with it!"

Yokoyama Isamu, who was also in the cell with Zhou Ke to interrogate the prisoner, pulled out a red-hot iron in the shape of a heart from the brazier and pressed it against Mitsuhide Akechi's exposed chest.

"Ah!!! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you parasites go!" The moment the branding iron touched his skin and made a tearing sound, Akechi Mitsuhide could not help but let out a heart-wrenching howl.

"Hey, you're such a bad boy! But your grandpa Yokoyama has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so the shape is a bit crooked. I'll make a few more straight ones for you!" After saying this, Yokoyama Isamu picked up a new soldering iron with a sneer.

Soon, the sounds of barbecue, water splashing, and screaming were heard again in the cell, as well as Yokoyama Isamu's unique, arrogant, and obscene laughter.

Zhou Ke was lost in thought as he looked at the scene in front of him. Why did this scene always seem so familiar? Now I remember it! In later TV dramas, the Japanese interrogated undercover agents in exactly the same scene as before!

Half an hour later, Zhou Ke looked at the dying Akechi Mitsuhide and asked again, "Akechi-kun, do you have any concerns about not telling the truth?"

"I...didn't......" Although Akechi Mitsuhide didn't want to speak, he didn't dare not to say it. After all, Yokoyama Isamu was still staring at him hungrily.

"Mr. Yokoyama, do you believe that a person who has been accepting bribes will suddenly become full of justice?" Zhou Ke looked at Akechi Mitsuhide who looked miserable and asked Yokoyama Isamu beside him with a playful look.

"Matsuda-kun, what you said is wrong. I have always had a righteous heart in my heart! The two are not contradictory, but it is obvious that this kid is not the case." Yokoyama Yong pulled out two red-hot irons again.

"Don't roast Yokoyama-kun, if you roast him any further he will be almost done!" Zhou Ke felt that Yokoyama Isamu's branding method was not working, even though Yokoyama Isamu sprinkled a lot of salt water on Akechi Mitsuhide's wound.

"Matsuda-kun, I haven't roasted him down there yet!"

"So what are you doing with two soldering irons?"

"Mr. Matsuda, you know, the dogs in our yard don't like to eat raw food recently. I plan to make some Tokyo teppanyaki grilled chicken for them!" As Yokoyama Isamu spoke, he showed an evil smile and approached Mitsuhide Akechi.

"Stop grilling it! It's already cooked! I admit it!" Mitsuhide Akechi, who had not spoken clearly just now, suddenly became clear in his speech.

"Mr. Yokoyama, I don't know if you are a good barbecue chef, but I believe you must be a good doctor!"