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

"I say, Old Sun, it doesn't matter if the money is gone, but how can you go there in person?"

"Old Zhou, it's not easy for you to get this money. I will always feel uneasy if I don't follow you personally."

"I've already said that I still have a few hundred million dollars. These three melons and two dates are just dead things. Don't take them too seriously. Don't you have anyone else under you? Why do you have to go in person when you can't send anyone else?"

"Old Zhou, the money you gave me, the medicines you sent to the border area, and the weapons you have now, are not dead things to me, but lives flowing with blood! I have already made a backup plan for Shanghai, and I must go with you personally this time!"

After Zhou Ke and Lao Sun decided on the types and quantities of weapons needed, they started arguing over the selection of a leader. Lao Sun felt that the money involved was too large and the goods were too important, so he had to personally coordinate the connection.

Zhou Ke felt that Lao Sun didn't need to risk his life for this matter, so the two disagreed and had the scene at the beginning. But in the end, Zhou Ke couldn't resist Lao Sun and agreed.

"Old Sun, I'm sending No. 3 to go with you. Please be careful. No. 3, go safely and come back safely!"

"Don't worry, boss. Even if I die, I will bring Mr. Sun back safely!" No. 3 promised in a deep voice.

"Then I'll trouble you, little brother." When Old Sun saw Zhou Ke agreed, a smile finally appeared on his face.

.........

"Hey, little brother, is it okay for us to just go through like this?" Looking at the military police who were ready to go on the road ahead, Lao Sun straightened the collar of his military uniform awkwardly and looked at No. 3 who was calm and composed.

"Don't worry, there will be no problem. It's only a hundred miles, nothing will go wrong." Number Three comforted.

"That's not what I'm talking about..."

"Your superior sent you to follow? Then I feel relieved. I'll tell my men to consult you if there is any emergency on the road." A short and strong military police lieutenant came over with a smile and interrupted the muttering of Lao Sun and the other man.

The person who came was none other than Yokoyama Isamu. He had been dealing with Zhou Ke a lot recently, so he was naturally familiar with Number 3 who had always been by Zhou Ke's side.

If he hadn't known that Zhou Ke would not agree, he would have even wanted to ask the clever No. 3 to come over and do the job.

"Commander Yokoyama, our commander also takes this matter very seriously, so he sent me here. The person next to me is the agent sent by our major client - Mr. Bu!" No. 3 pointed at Old Sun who was standing aside a little nervously and introduced him.

It’s no wonder that Lao Sun was nervous. Even though he was wearing makeup today, the military police lieutenant in front of him looked a little silly.

But even though he had been lurking for so many years and had experienced many ups and downs, this was the first time he had come into such close contact with so many gendarmes.

"Oh, it's an honor to meet you. Please take good care of our business in the future! Do you understand what I mean?"

Yokoyama Isamu, who usually doesn't like dealing with Chinese people, saw that Lao Sun was a little confused, so he patiently put his two thumbs together and started sign language.

"It's an honor, an honor!" Although Lao Sun had no problem reading and writing Japanese, he was not fluent in it. Especially the conversation between Yokoyama Yong and No. 3 just now, which was mixed with strong local accents, was a little difficult to understand.

"Haha, then you'd better set off early. Sergeant, please entertain our big client for me. It depends on him whether you can buy a gold chain for your wife next month!" After Yokoyama Isamu finished giving the instructions, the military police on the side burst into laughter.

Soon, Lao Sun and No. 3 got on the front seat of a truck in a lively atmosphere, and quickly drove out of the jurisdiction supervised by Yokoyama Isamu and arrived at the outskirts of the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Although the journey was a bit bumpy, it was a very smooth one. Many checkpoints opened the roadblocks in advance after seeing that it was a vehicle from the Military Police Headquarters.

It was not until near noon that the convoy stopped at a temporary checkpoint in the middle of the road. Several puppet soldiers of the Wang Puppet Government quickly approached under the instructions of the Japanese soldiers behind them.

"Madam, we need to see your pass. Please cooperate with me!" A puppet soldier came up and said with a smile.

"Oh, cooperate, no problem!"

Without waiting for No. 3 to say anything, the sergeant that Yokoyama Isamu had previously instructed knocked on the window where the cab and the carriage were connected, and quickly got out of the car with seven or eight military police.

Soon, the puppet soldiers who came over were knocked to the ground and kept wailing.

Old Sun felt relieved and a little sad at the same time when he saw this from the car, but he didn't have time to express any emotion in his heart.

The sergeant who had been talking and laughing along the way waved his hand, and a team of military police came down and dragged over the Japanese soldiers hiding at the checkpoint.

The behavior of the military police in front of him made Lao Sun, who thought he would be treated differently, a little stunned for a moment. He didn't know that there was no distinction of nationality in the eyes of the Tokugawa military police.

There are only two kinds of people: one is the person who makes them rich, and the other is the person who affects their financial path.

"Hasn't your superior taught you the rules? How dare you stop the car of the Military Police Headquarters? We are the ones who issued the pass, but why do you check our pass?"

The sergeant, feeling that he had lost face in front of the big client, slapped the leading Japanese soldier hard in the face with a stack of passes in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the military police from the Yokoyama squad who had surrounded them started punching and kicking the Japanese soldiers who usually showed off their power in front of the puppet army.

Although the military police did not know where they were going specifically, they were all very clear that this trip was related to their usual extra subsidies.

Since someone is blocking their way to wealth, they must be taught a lesson.

"Bah, go back and tell your superior that it was the Yoshino Military Police who beat you up! If you really don't agree, ask your superior to report to the headquarters!"

The sergeant under Yokoyama Isamu said something harsh and turned to leave, but at this time the sergeant lying on the ground couldn't bear the pain and kicked a piece of gravel onto the sergeant.

"Baga! You still refuse to obey? Beat me up!"

This time the sergeant was completely furious. The corporal in front of him had actually provoked him again and again in front of the big customer.

Originally I just wanted to teach him a lesson, but now I'm really beating him up so hard that he won't be able to breathe.

"I... I didn't... I... wasn't..." Soon, the fierce punches and kicks like a storm drowned out the sergeant's attempt to defend himself.

After cleaning up the unruly makeshift checkpoint, the delivery people left the wailing soldiers on the ground and happily set off again.

"I'm sorry to have frightened you. Don't worry, our Tokugawa Military Police is still very powerful! The situation just now was just an isolated case."

The sergeant who had just been beating someone up became amiable as soon as he got on the bus. He also handed over a particularly large lunch box and put it in Lao Sun's hand.

"My friend, I won't give you food and drink. Although we are all family, you know the rules." The sergeant said apologetically to No. 3 on the side.

"What is this?" Old Sun looked at the two people beside him with some confusion. He knew that this must be food.

But he didn't know why he was the only one who had food, while no one else seemed to have brought any food and didn't look like they wanted to eat.