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

"Hiromoto, you old man are still alive! You look so miserable, did you get assassinated on the road?" Yokoyama Isamu walked happily in front of Mori Hiromoto and hit Mori Hiromoto's chest hard with his uninjured hand.

"My convoy had just reached the corner three blocks away from the hospital when a short hail of bullets almost destroyed my modified second-hand Studebaker." Mao Li Hiromoto said with a lingering fear on his face.

"It's a good thing that you usually ride in bulletproof cars, otherwise, according to the local customs, Matsuda-kun and I would be waiting to eat your meal." Yokoyama Isamu said with a strange smile.

"Come on, Yokoyama-kun, how can a captain of our Tokugawa Military Police go out without a bulletproof car? Fortunately, the other party did not bother me too much after the assassination attempt failed, otherwise I would definitely have been injured."

"Mr. Maori, I'm glad you're okay. Let's go down first. Miss Yunzi, I won't disturb you while you are investigating the scene." After Zhou Ke finished speaking, he took the two of them and prepared to leave.

"Matsuda-kun, wait a minute! The people who killed Director Li and shot you two should not be the same group of people!" Nanzō Yunko, who had been analyzing something after explaining the situation, suddenly stopped Zhou Ke and others who were about to leave.

"What do you mean? Do you, a woman, have any other brilliant ideas?" Yokoyama Isamu asked curiously to the woman who disliked him.

"Director Li, you, and Mr. Matsuda were each shot at least once, but I only heard two gunshots! Mr. Yokoyama, you have come back from the battlefield, didn't you notice that the gunshots just now were wrong? Of course, your ears may have been deafened by the explosion before and have not recovered yet, so it is understandable that you can't hear it!" After making a well-reasoned analysis, Nanzō Yunko ridiculed Yokoyama Isamu in a bad mood.

"I did hear only two gunshots, but there's nothing strange about that. Maybe one of the gunmen was too far away and the gunshots were covered by other sounds."

Yokoyama Isamu carefully recalled what had happened before and did not feel anything unusual.

"You've been in the hospital for so many days, didn't you notice that only those buildings have shooting angles? It's a pity that even though I set up defenses in advance, someone still sneaked in." Nanzō Yunko couldn't help but roll her eyes at Yokoyama Isamu who was still thinking.

"Could it be a silenced weapon? How is that possible? This thing can no longer be described as scarce. My military career is not short, but I have only seen it once!" Yokoyama Isamu asked in surprise, as if he had thought of something.

Although more than 30 years have passed since the invention of the silencer, it has not been mass-produced due to the imperfect manufacturing process.

Even if there were units in the Japanese army equipped with silencers, they were rare.

"Mr. Yokoyama does have some knowledge! I've seen it once before in the hands of a senior from the Special High Police, but that was a pistol. Although the distance from the sniper this time was not far, it was not something that a pistol could do. You can start by investigating the silenced rifle." Minamizō Yunko suggested.

"Thank you Miss Yunzi for your analysis. We will pay attention to it. Miss Jin's matter is now in your hands. If the murderer is caught, I hope he will be severely punished!" After thanking her, Zhou Ke brought Yokoyama Isamu and the other man downstairs.

"This matter is a bit tricky. Even if Matsuda-kun has analyzed who did it, we don't have a good starting point." Yokoyama Isamu lit another cigarette and started smoking.

"Boom!" Another explosion was heard and the building shook again.

"Xine! Is smoking prohibited in this damn hospital building?"

Yokoyama Isamu exhaled a puff of smoke and cursed while throwing the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of to the ground, and stomped his feet twice.

"Mr. Yokoyama, don't get excited. The explosion seemed to have happened outside. It should not be far away. From the direction, it is probably on the street to the right of the door." Zhou Ke said.

This explosion had nothing to do with Zhou Kezhen. It was simply because the few remaining stocks had been used up in helping Miss Jin take off.

Otherwise, Zhou Ke really wanted to give Nan Zao Yunzi another shot, even though he might be held accountable or buried because of it.

"You drive my bulletproof car for a stroll on the street and see what the situation is." Yokoyama Isamu ordered one of his sergeants to go and investigate the situation.

"Mr. Matsuda, I think we should stay in our own territory for the next two days. If the higher-ups push us too hard, you might as well just go find the murderer!" suggested Hiromoto Mori.

"It seems like Maori-kun knows something?" Zhou Ke was also a little curious at this time. Although he had planned to deal with the matter, he did not expect Maori Hiromoto to be so pessimistic.

"Mr. Matsuda, I may not know as much as your Matsuda family about other things. But when it comes to arms, in the entire Shanghai market, I can tell who has sold which goods at a glance, but it's almost obvious." Mao Li Hiromoto said confidently.

"Of course. Maori-kun's network of relationships in the arms business is unmatched." Zhou Ke wasn't really saying this as a compliment. He didn't know this before, but he has learned about it recently.

Mao Lihongyuan's channels for buying and selling arms were not limited to Japan and China. He had some connections with every company in the entire Shanghai market, including the International Settlement.

"Silenced weapons are so rare, I haven't seen one in all these years! We don't need to think about the source of the weapons Miss Yunzi mentioned. Since Matsuda-kun has almost guessed who did it, why not just find someone directly? Anyway, you have a witness, so it shouldn't be difficult to handle this matter."

Mao Lihongyuan asked Xiang Zhou Ke with a meaningful smile on his face, as if to say, "You know what I mean."

"Haha, what Mori-kun said makes sense. This matter is currently in charge of me and Yokoyama-kun. Do you want to get involved?" Zhou Ke asked Mori Hiromoto who was waiting for an answer.

The other party's hint was so obvious, and Mao Lihongyuan was also caught. Zhou Ke, who didn't really want to track down the murderer, felt that it was not good to make money together without asking the other party.

Besides, it is good to have more people to share the risk. If we lose a friendly force now, we don’t know when more enemies will appear.

"Matsuda-kun, this is embarrassing... Then I will be at your disposal."

Mao Li Hiromoto was hesitant but agreed very straightforwardly, because he knew that he should have the money to buy a new car now.

"I say, you old man, this trip today is really not in vain. You've got to get in on the act again. You haven't treated all the guests last time, so you have to treat two more this time. I'll remember that!"

Although Yokoyama Isamu didn't want to share the money with more people, since Zhou Ke had already spoken and the person who was going to share the money was Mao Li Hiromoto, he didn't care too much.

"There's no rush to treat us to a meal. Let's just hide in the jurisdiction for two days first. I feel like there are a lot of people causing trouble in the Shanghai market recently, so let's stay in the jurisdiction for a few days and stay calm." Mao Li Hiromoto suggested.

"Indeed, since we have a case on hand, we are not afraid of being held accountable by the higher-ups."

"Deng deng deng"

As soon as Zhou Ke finished speaking, several plainclothes officers under Nan Zao Yunzi ran in hurriedly from outside the hall. They ran straight upstairs without stopping, as if something important had happened and they were in a hurry to report it.