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

At 7:30 in the evening, the lights in the Third Precinct of the Shanghai Police Department were still brightly on. The atmosphere inside the precinct was tense at this time. The state of martial law had not been completely lifted, and people were constantly being escorted to the police station's detention room.

Zhou Ke arranged his men and returned to his office. Not long after, Otani Jiro came to report to Zhou Ke what had happened.

It turned out that Zhang Yunshan had a former Red Party member named Zheng Qian who had lost contact with the Red Party organization. Because Zhang Yunshan thought Zheng Qian's identity was a good bait, he had been arranging him to work in a secret base disguised as a pharmacy outside the Secret Service Department.

As luck would have it, just a few days ago, Hu Lin, who went to get medicine in disguise, recognized his former subordinate Zheng Qian. After following Zheng Qian for two days without finding anything unusual, he met his former comrade-in-arms who had lost contact with him.

Originally, they didn't want to arrest Hu Lin, but Zheng Qian's psychological quality was too poor. He let the cat out of the bag the first time he came into contact with Hu Lin, which aroused Hu Lin's suspicion.

After Hu Lin was arrested, the Special High Police subjected him to various threats, inducements and torture. Until Hu Lin died suddenly this morning, he did not reveal any useful information.

The grocery store was exposed because when Hu Lin was being taken to the cell for trial, he was recognized by another person in the cell. He was the merchant selling seafood next door to Sun's.

Coincidentally, this businessman was arrested the day before Hu Lin was arrested for mistakenly attending a rally of anti-Japanese elements.

The pro-Japanese businessman who was thinking about how to clear himself of suspicion told the escorting agents everything he knew after seeing Hu Lin in order to save his life. As a result, the name of Sun's Grocery Store appeared directly on Otani Jiro's desk.

After learning the whole story, Zhou Ke couldn't help but feel emotional. Hu Lin's spirit of fearlessness of sacrifice is worthy of respect, but this work behind enemy lines really cannot tolerate any mistakes.

If Hu Lin had not been so anxious to make contact, and instead observed for two more days or investigated Zheng Qian carefully, he would have found the flaws eventually. However, Hu Lin was still too hasty.

At the same time, Hu Lin's makeup did not change much when she went to Sun Ji Grocery Store and met Zheng Qian. This was also the fundamental reason why Sun Ji was exposed. Details really determine success or failure!

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At 8:30 in the evening, after having lunch in the police station cafeteria and preparing to go home, Zhou Ke looked at the overcrowded detention room and walked towards it with some surprise.

Seeing that the person coming was Zhou Ke, Chen Zhenghua, the director of the Security Department, who was smoking happily on the steps, hurriedly put out the cigarette butt with his hand and trotted over to greet him.

"Your Highness, I am Chen Zhenghua from the Security Department. May I ask what you may want to do for me?"

"Mr. Chen, are these all anti-Japanese elements? Why are there so many of them? And have you caught the guy who ran away this afternoon?"

Looking at the detention room with at least dozens of people inside and outside, Zhou Ke was a little puzzled. Was this a sweep of some organization's station? If they were really anti-Japanese personnel, the guard would not be so lax.

"Hmm... Taijun, we didn't even see the shadow of the wanted man, but during that time, a gang member who had committed a crime resisted arrest and we beat him up, and he ran away!"

"As for those inside, these are all suspicious persons caught during the raid. We didn't catch too many. Including those who couldn't be detained and sent to the prison, there are less than 200 people in total. As for whether they are anti-Japanese elements, that's up to Dayang to decide."

"Don't worry, Madam. I will personally deliver your share to you after I collect the money." Chen Zhenghua looked at Zhou Ke with a flattering smile.

After hearing Chen Zhenghua's explanation, Zhou Ke felt relieved. It turned out that this group of black-skinned dogs were using the afternoon search order as an excuse to seek benefits for themselves.

While the two were talking, a fat middle-aged man with scars all over his face, as if he had been tortured, walked out of the detention room along with Otani Jiro's secretary Kimura.

The middle-aged man was saying something to Kimura in a flattering manner, but Kimura Kenji was motioning to the middle-aged man to leave quickly with an impatient look on his face.

"Captain Matsuda, you are here too. I was planning to call you after sending the person away, but Commander Otani asked me to inform you that the case can be closed." Kimura saw Zhou Ke was also here and came over to report.

"Otani-kun is quite efficient, but Kimura-kun, what are you going to do?" Zhou Ke looked at the middle-aged fat man with a flattering look on his face next to Kimura with some surprise.

Kimura did not answer directly, but looked at Chen Zhenghua and his men on the side. Chen Zhenghua understood and led his men to both sides.

The detention room was so small that Chen Zhenhua and his men had to escort the prisoners who were at the door to the wall not far away. Kimura didn't care too much. He just wanted the attitude, and what he said was not confidential information.

"Sir, you should have received a report from our team leader. This is the seafood merchant next door to the Communist fugitive. After screening this Chinese merchant who is loyal to the empire, the team leader decided to release him."

"I see. What Otani said does make sense, but I think it's still a little inappropriate to do this."

"Kimura, imagine if this person gets out, he might reveal the reason why the Communist Party was exposed. You can't count on the loyalty of a Chinese person."

"But if he hadn't gone out, the Communist Party wouldn't have easily known the reason for the exposure this time. Then, at this stage, would the deterrent power that the Empire has left on the Communist Party in terms of anti-espionage be greatly enhanced?" Zhou Ke asked thoughtfully, touching his chin.

"What you said makes a lot of sense, sir. I will report to the team leader immediately." Kimura felt that Commander Matsuda was worthy of being a commander with a higher status than the team leader, and his thinking was meticulous.

"Matsuda-kun, Kimura, are you guys still here?"

It just so happened that Jiro Otani also came to the detention room at this time, and seemed to be looking for Chen Zhenghua for something. After listening to Kimura's retelling of Zhou Ke's original words, he nodded to Zhou Ke in agreement.

"I didn't think it through enough this time. Thank you, Mr. Matsuda, for reminding me." Otani Jiro said sincerely to Zhou Ke.

"Mr. Otani, you are too polite. It's not a warning, but just my humble opinion. If Mr. Otani doesn't have any other plans, I suggest that he be executed in front of these prisoners. I believe that this will help Director Chen get his funds back faster, and maybe even more."

"That's great." Otani Jiro couldn't help but feel emotional after hearing Zhou Ke's suggestion.

Although they always looked down on the military police under Tokugawa, they were quicker than most people in making money. Zhou Ke's idea, to use a Chinese dish to describe it, was a great way to have two dishes with one chicken.

Kimura called over Chen Zhenghua and others who were holding the prisoners facing the wall not far away. Feeling that there were not enough people, Otani Jiro asked Chen Zhenghua to bring all the prisoners out of the detention room.

The fat businessman, who saw something was wrong with the scene in front of him, started shouting frantically after being tied up. He twisted his fat body and struggled like a maggot.

"Tai...Taijun, I am not an anti-Japanese! I am loyal to the Great Japanese Empire! I am loyal to the Great Japanese Heaven———"

"boom!"

Without waiting for the fat businessman who had already wet his pants to say too much, Zhou Ke simply pulled the trigger on the Type 14 Nambu pistol in his hand, firing his first real shot since coming to this world!

No jam, hit the target right away.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the open space outside the detention center. A few sparrows that were napping on the wall were startled by the gunfire and flew away into the distance outside the high wall.

Looking at the fat businessman with his brains scattered all over the floor in front of him, Zhou Ke did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, his thoughts became clear. However, many people watching nearby began to vomit.

It was not known whether it was because they were scared or the scene was indeed disgusting, but many police officers even started retching when they saw Zhou Ke's face with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

"Mr. Otani, I haven't even used the knife to execute these people, and these people can't take it anymore? No wonder their army is so vulnerable in front of the imperial troops." Although Zhou Ke said this, he felt extremely refreshed in his heart.

"That's right, Matsuda-kun, so this land needs the protection of the empire."

Jiro Otani replied absentmindedly, staring with some envy at the Nambu Type 14 pistol in Zhou Ke's hand, which was inlaid with jade and ivory reliefs, like a collectible.

Seeing that Otani Jiro's attention was on his gun, Zhou Ke removed the magazine, fired another shot at the fat man's body, and then handed the empty gun to Otani Jiro.

It's not that Zhou Ke wants to whip the corpse, but after the magazine of the Type 14 Nambu pistol is removed, there will be a bullet left in the chamber, and this bullet can easily be fired due to accidental discharge.

"If you like it, Otani-kun, you can use it. This gun is prone to accidental discharge, so you can take the magazine separately."

"Thank you very much! Mr. Matsuda, you don't know that I particularly like to collect pistols like works of art." Otani Jiro didn't hesitate to take the empty gun and started playing with it.

"Don't be polite with me. If I have anything else in the future, I will give it to you for appreciation. That's all for today. I'm going back first." Zhou Ke didn't care about anything else and said goodbye to Otani Jiro and Nakamura before leaving the police station.

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The Songtian Hall was very quiet at night, and Zhou Ke, whose nerves had been fluctuating all day, fell asleep quickly. On the other side of Shanghai, the atmosphere in the headquarters of the Military Control Commission in Shanghai was very tense.

Acting district chief Wang Ruyu sat in a chair smoking silently, while intelligence team leader Zeng Shunjiang paced back and forth in the room.