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

At 76: the next morning, in the meeting room of the secret agent headquarters at Gisfield Road, Yokoyama Isamu, who had just made a small fortune, yawned and sat next to Nanzao Yunko with the sleepy Zhou Ke, listening to the subordinates' work reports.

Soon after an hour-long routine report, Zhou Ke and his companions followed Nan Zao Yunzi and Ding Mocun to an office where small meetings were usually held.

"What did you two do yesterday?" Nanzō Yunko asked curiously to her two colleagues who were both in a depressed mood.

"I don't know what Yokoyama-kun did, but I stayed up late yesterday studying ancient Chinese books!" Zhou Ke yawned and explained. He couldn't tell Nanzō Yunko what he did yesterday.

"Mr. Matsuda is so hardworking! What book attracts you so much? The Art of War?" Nanzō Yunko couldn't help but praise him. She also liked to study ancient Chinese books when she had nothing to do.

"Jin Ping Mei, I mainly appreciate the illustrations inside, I think the drawings are very good." Zhou Ke certainly couldn't say it was Sun Tzu's Art of War. After all, although he had lived two lives, he didn't even memorize all the Thirty-Six Stratagems.

"........."

"Ahem, there's no need to tell you what you've been doing, Mr. Yokoyama. Let's get down to business. Director Ding has a friend in Yamashiro who's coming over."

"If nothing goes wrong, the person will arrive this morning. You two must cooperate with Director Ding this time and make sure to protect the person." Nanzō Yunko interrupted Yokoyama Isamu who was about to speak and changed the topic to another matter.

Zhou Ke was shocked when he heard this. The friends from Shancheng still needed him and Yokoyama Isamu to lead people to protect their safety.

Although there were many people coming to join the group from time to time, this was the first time Zhou Ke saw Nanzō Yunko attach so much importance to 76 since its establishment.

This person's identity must be extraordinary. Zhou Ke inferred that Director Ding's friend was most likely a high-ranking official who defected or a confidentiality worker who possessed important intelligence!

"Is it necessary to take it so seriously? It's just one person. No. 76 also has a lot of action team members now. Do they still need our assistance?" Yokoyama Isamu wanted to go back to sleep now, so he tried to refuse.

"This person is of great importance. I don't feel at ease relying solely on the Chinese." When Nan Zao Yunzi said this, he did not avoid Ding Mocun who was standing next to him.

"Two advisors, I still need your support on this matter. I don't feel at ease relying on my own manpower."

"According to the reliable information we have received, the internal authorities have issued the highest level of hunting order for my friend!" Ding Mocun explained in a flattering manner.

"Matsuda-kun, Yokoyama-kun, it's not too late for you to go back to sleep after you safely bring the people to No. 76. This is a great achievement. I will have our section chief report your contribution to the Military Police Headquarters."

Seeing that neither of them seemed very enthusiastic, Nanzō Yunko spoke up and tried to boost morale by offering merit.

"Your section chief is still alive? No, no, Yunzi, that's not what I meant. Matsuda-kun and I will definitely cooperate on this matter."

Yokoyama Isamu wanted to slap himself. How could he say what was on his mind so casually?

"........" If it wasn't the intention of the higher-ups to cooperate with the Tokugawa gendarmerie, Nanzō Yunko really wanted to kick Yokoyama Isamu out at this moment.

"Mr. Matsuda, you are going to pick someone up this time. The military skills of the No. 76 action team are definitely not as good as those of the Empire's soldiers. If there are any emergencies, it will be mainly up to you to deal with them." Feeling that Yokoyama Isamu was somewhat unreliable, Nanzō Yunko instructed Zhou Ke again.

"Don't worry, Miss Yunzi, I will bring as many people as possible." Zhou Ke gave Nan Zao Yunzi a reassuring look.

"You don't need to bring the policemen under your jurisdiction. They are not good at their job and it is easy for the news to leak out!" Nanzao Yunzi remembered the black-skinned policemen who went to the hospital in groups to pick up people before, and hurriedly spoke again to give instructions.

..........

Soon, groups of military police and a large number of Agent 76 rode in trucks and escorted three bulletproof vehicles to the station where they would pick up people.

To be on the safe side, Ding Mocun arranged for his men to clear out all the original personnel there. The Military Intelligence Bureau agents who had been lurking nearby with the intention of carrying out assassination had no choice but to look for another opportunity.

An unknown noodle stall somewhere near No. 76.

"Master, do you really want to do this? Can't we find another opportunity?" Zhang Erniu, who was pretending to read a newspaper, couldn't help but tear up when he recalled the rows of explosives under his master's wide vest that he saw in the morning.

"There are always things that need to be done. As mentioned above, the goal this time is too important. If we fail once, it will be difficult to have another chance. We can't let him live and fall into the hands of the Japanese."

Although Zhou Daming's voice was not loud when he said this, he did not avoid the customers who were eating noodles in front of the stall, because half of them had explosives tied to their bodies like him.

"Lao Zhou, your noodles are so delicious. It's worth the trip to eat the noodles you made for me before I leave."

A frail man wearing a pair of black-framed glasses picked up a piece of steaming noodles with chopsticks, put it directly into his mouth and savored it carefully regardless of whether it was hot or not.

"Young man, it's time for you to go. If we weren't dying, we would never have let you break the rules and come to see your master."

The middle-aged man in a black jacket who was sitting at the same table with Zhang Erniu urged him while slurping his noodle soup.

"You grown man, you're acting like a woman, get out of here!" Another burly man dressed as a laborer at the next table cursed in a low voice while peeling garlic.

"Master, Erniu is gone!" With tears in his eyes, Zhang Erniu took out a banknote from his waist and handed it over, preparing to leave.

"Wait a minute, do the whole act, I have to give you the money! How can you still be so forgetful? Master may not have the chance to teach you again in the future."

Zhou Daming sighed, complained, and took out a few large bills from the cash box, wrapped them in small bills, and handed them to his careless apprentice.

"Little brother, you left your things behind!" The middle-aged diner in a black jacket stood up and handed the amulet he had carried for many years to Zhang Erniu.

"Thank you." Zhang Erniu didn't want to say another word now, for he was afraid that he would choke up.

"Live well and see the scenery for us that we will never see in the future!" The middle-aged diner said nothing more, sat down and continued to drink the noodle soup.

"Old Zhou, your disciple is really loyal. I guess you will never lack incense and offerings in the future!"

The man with glasses, whose lips were slightly red from the hot noodles, looked at Zhang Erniu's gradually receding back and said to Zhou Daming beside him with some envy.

"Four-eyed boy, why bother with so much? Noodles taste half as good without garlic. You've wasted that big bowl of noodles!"

The strong man cursed while looking at the bowl of noodles with extra portions in his hand, and remembered the noodle stall with generous portions in the town before his hometown fell.

I wonder if I can meet the proprietress when I go downstairs later and ask her to make another bowl.

"People are coming!"

As the bell of a passing bicycle rang out in a rhythm of two slow and one fast, the people at the noodle stall who still looked very casual became secretly alert in their hearts.