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

"Captain of the gendarmerie, now that you have released the hostages, how about we just drop the ball on this matter?" The head of the Manchurian Railway asked Yokoyama Isamu, who was staring at him with ill intentions, with a hopeful look on his face.

"Let's put aside the issue of people for now, and next let's settle the matter of your Mantetsu accusing us of the Matsuda Military Police Regiment! This is your man, right?"

After saying this, Yokoyama Isamu threw a photo in front of the person in charge of the Mantetsu Railway. The person in the photo was none other than Hatano Shinjo, whose beard was half gone and whose face looked bruised and swollen.

"This... this is our new deputy director of the Manchurian Railway Investigation Department, Mr. Hatano. If he has offended you in any way, we can compensate him."

How could this person in charge not know about the false accusation? However, he must not admit to this kind of thing openly, otherwise it will end up in an even worse situation.

"Okay, I want a truckload of gold and a truckload of silver. Can you take them out?" Yokoyama Isamu moved his wrists while speaking.

"You...this...we don't have..."

"Bang!" The person in charge of the Mantie was slapped to the ground by Yokoyama Isamu before he could finish his words.

"You said six!" After saying this, Yokoyama Isamu waved his hand. One of his men beside him blew a whistle, and a lot of military police rushed in from outside the yard and rushed towards the buildings inside the Manchurian Railway yard.

"You are blackmailing me! You are..." The person in charge of the Manchuria Railway was a little anxious. They had recently collected a batch of things from the surrounding areas and brought them to this newly established station, and the things had not yet been completely transported away.

"Shh~ Stop, we are not blackmailing you, we are searching for those people who are illegally detained and hidden by you." Yokoyama Isamu interrupted the head of the Manchuria Railway.

"The people we have detained are those in the yard! Besides, you just said that the matter has been put aside!" The person in charge of Mantie said with a red face as he looked at the military police who had already started moving things in the yard.

The slap that Yokoyama Isamu had just given him was quite hard. Now the person in charge's face was not only a little swollen, but also very congested, especially the ears.

"I told you to rest assured for now, but you didn't explain what you should have explained. Now we have to pick it up all over again."

Yokoyama Yong ignored the person in charge who had collapsed on the ground and shouted at a group of soldiers in the distance, "What are you doing moving the basketball stand?"

"Sir, we don't have enough tennis racks in our yard!" replied the soldier who was moving the tennis racks.

"Okay, then you guys walk back later! There are only a few cars, pick up the expensive ones first!" Yokoyama Isamu said unhappily.

"......" The person in charge looked at the captain in front of him who was unscrupulously arranging his men to demolish the house, and wanted to say a few harsh words, but he finally held back.

The people on the other side were military police, and they were not in the right no matter what, so silence was the best option at this moment. Otherwise, he could not think of any other outcome except getting beaten.

Half an hour later, under the angry and sad gazes of the person in charge and the guards beside him who had lost their weapons, the military police led by Isamu Yokoyama began to walk back.

It wasn't that there weren't enough cars, but they had to carry too much stuff on foot. The basketball stand in the yard, which looked very sturdy, eventually had to be moved away.

"Boss, they actually moved all our basketball racks away! How are we going to play basketball in the future?"

"The chickens are gone too. They were all taken away by those damn guys!" said the two security guards who had been submissive just now indignantly.

"Play ball? Eat chicken? Do you want to play ball and eat chicken at the same time?" The person in charge rushed towards the two of them and threw two big punches at them. The two of them didn't show this unwillingness to accept it!

..........

"Mr. Yokoyama, are you guys taking over other people's land?"

After Mao Li Hiromoto led his men to pick up Yokoyama Isamu's men who were still hiking, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw the newly placed basketball hoop and green plants in the yard of the regiment headquarters.

"How could that be? I left several bags of food for them!" Yokoyama Isamu replied with a satisfied look on his face.

Recently, the Matsuda Military Police Brigade was either robbing or on the way to rob. Or they were counting their gains, buying and selling stolen goods. It felt really good!

"Mr. Yokoyama, how is the matter going?" Zhou Ke asked Yokoyama Isamu, who was watching his men carrying stolen goods in the yard with satisfaction.

"Matsuda-kun, we arrested more people as you said, and released them all after a simple interrogation process!"

Yokoyama Isamu's eyes were still on the things in the yard, but as soon as he finished speaking, his brows suddenly frowned and his expression became a little ugly.

Zhou Ke and Mao Li Hongyuan followed his gaze and found three gendarmes with smug looks on their faces, swaggering towards the pile of debris with six chamber pots in their hands.

"Mr. Yokoyama, calm down. Your soldiers are just following orders!" Mao Li Hiromoto said to Yokoyama Isamu with a funny face, and Zhou Ke couldn't help laughing beside him.

It is true that you get what you deserve. At the beginning, the military police under Yokoyama Isamu were not as capable of exploiting the land as those under Mori Hiromoto.

But later, after several outbursts of rage by Yokoyama Isamu, the military police under his command had become the best in the entire regiment in terms of their ability to extort land.

After all, if you search the house by removing all the bricks and all the flowers and plants, you will never miss anything valuable.

"What's going on?" Yokoyama Isamu called the soldiers over. When the military police came closer, a foul smell could be smelled on their bodies.

"Sir, didn't you tell us to take it?" the leading gendarme asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes, I asked them to take them. These are all old things and will be very valuable in the future. But what about the rest? If I remember correctly, there should be eighteen, right?" Yokoyama Isamu asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Sir, the remaining brothers holding urinals are still vomiting outside the yard. We don't have a keen sense of smell and are not as delicate as them, so we came in first!" The leading military police answered proudly.

"Yo, go get doing your work!" Yokoyama Isamu waved his hand with satisfaction, signaling the three interesting people to leave.

"Mr. Yokoyama, are you interested in antiques?" Zhou Ke held his breath and asked after the gendarmes walked away.

"Mr. Matsuda, I have always liked Chinese culture, and I know a little about antiques," said Isamu Yokoyama very modestly.

In fact, in the field of antique collection, in addition to reading books, he also visited several antique appraisers and collectors in Shanghai in his spare time and studied systematically for a period of time.

"Mr. Matsuda, you may not know that Mr. Yokoyama used to be a well-known antique fan. It's just that after you came, he focused all his energy on making money," explained Hiromoto Mori.

"In that case, Mr. Yokoyama, I happen to be short of an appraiser here, so you can take care of that later!" Zhou Ke arranged casually.

He remembered the cooperation he had agreed to with Sangong Qiu, the new intelligence consultant of No. 76. Now, Sangong Qiu's company has been officially established and will start antique trading next month.