Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1206 What are you doing? Stop!

"Yoshi!" Zhou Zhengqing nodded in satisfaction, his tone flat, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible coldness.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhengqing did not hesitate at all and suddenly drew his Luger P80 pistol from his waist with his right hand.

The gun gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen, reflecting a blinding light in the setting sun, exuding an aura of death.

Everyone present was stunned. Whether it was the Japanese soldiers, the military police, or the guards of the puppet government, no one expected Zhou Zhengqing to suddenly draw his gun.

Terauchi Hisaichi snapped back to reality and shouted at Zhou Zhengqing, "Wait, Takuto! What are you doing? Stop!"

He strode forward, trying to stop Zhou Zhengqing.

Zhou Zhengqing ignored Terauchi Hisaichi's shouts, his gaze fixed on Wang Kemin on the ground, and walked over step by step.

His steps were steady, each step landing on the bluestone slabs with a "thump-thump" sound, as if striking the hearts of everyone present, inspiring fear in them.

The cold ground, carrying the scent of dust and gunpowder, seeped into Wang Kemin's clothes, but he felt no chill at all. Instead, a deadly fear surged from the soles of his feet and instantly engulfed his entire body.

When his gaze fell on the gleaming black pistol in Zhou Zhengqing's hand, he trembled violently uncontrollably. His already pale face was now completely devoid of color, like a sheet of rice paper soaked in water, exuding a deathly desolation.

The fear in his eyes almost burst out of their sockets, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, glued to the gun that could easily take his life, his breathing became rapid and weak, each inhale accompanied by a tremor in his throat.

Driven by his survival instinct, he struggled desperately, flailing his arms wildly in an attempt to dodge to the side, and bending his knees with difficulty as he tried to prop himself up and crawl away. But after only a couple of movements, he heard Matsui Ryosuke's cold and stern rebuke from behind.

Matsui Ryosuke had clearly already realized what was happening. His eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to signal the two military police officers beside him to come forward.

Two military policemen immediately stepped forward, their strong hands like iron clamps, gripping Wang Kemin's arms and ankles tightly, their knuckles turning blue from the force, firmly fixing his limbs to the ground.

Wang Kemin was pinned down and unable to move, only able to twist his body in vain, letting out mournful cries like a trapped beast.

Zhou Zhengqing's footsteps drew closer, each steady step landing on the ground like a heavy hammer blow to Wang Kemin's heart.

He suddenly raised his head, tears already welling up uncontrollably in his eyes, mingling with snot from his nose as they slid down his relaxed cheeks, gathering into beads on his chin, dripping into the dust, and spreading out a small wet patch.

His former imposing presence as the chairman of the puppet government was now completely gone. His expensive robes were torn and wrinkled, his hair was covered in dust, and all that remained was a face full of dishevelment and deep-seated fear. Even his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Commander Takasaki... what are you going to do!... Don't kill me..."

He twisted his neck desperately, trying to close the distance with Zhou Zhengqing, his voice filled with humble pleading, spittle flying as he spoke: "I am the most loyal ally of the Imperial Army... I can still do things for the Imperial Army..."

I can help the Imperial Army appease those unruly civilians and suppress those arrogant and ignorant rebels.

I'm still useful! I'm still useful!!

The urgency and humility in his words completely lacked the confidence he once had when giving orders.

"Takuto, he's really important! Don't act rashly!" Terauchi Hisaichi's voice was filled with urgency and panic. He quickly caught up from the crowd and almost staggered to Zhou Zhengqing's side. He grabbed Zhou Zhengqing's wrist, which was holding the gun, and said anxiously, "The puppet government has only been established for a short time and is in dire need of manpower. We are relying on him to stabilize the situation."

If you kill him, the puppet government will immediately be leaderless, and the situation in North China will inevitably descend into chaos. If the situation gets out of control, it will be extremely detrimental to the Empire's invasion plans!

He softened his tone slightly, but still did not release his grip on Zhou Zhengqing's wrist, trying to persuade him: "Let him go. I will have people keep an eye on him at all times, so that he can continue to serve the empire obediently and will not make any mistakes."

Not far away, Okabe Naosaburo, Kita Seiichi, and the others were all rooted to the spot, heads down, eyes fixed on the tips of their shoes, not daring to even glance in their direction.

Zhou Zhengqing and Terauchi Hisaichi are both big shots. If the two had a conflict in public, how could their subordinates dare to interfere?

If one is not careful, one could be drawn into this high-level power struggle, only to end up getting burned and suffering irreparable consequences.

The group could only stand silently to the side, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound, letting their hearts pound in their chests, quietly waiting for the situation to develop.

Zhou Zhengqing glanced down at Terauchi Hisaichi's hand on his wrist, the faint smile on his face disappearing as he looked up and stared into Terauchi Hisaichi's eyes before slowly speaking.

"Oji-san, may I address you as such?"

Terauchi Hisaichi was taken aback upon hearing this, clearly not expecting Zhou Zhengqing to address him in such a way.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then his tense expression relaxed a little, and he loosened his grip on Zhou Zhengqing's wrist. He nodded and said, "Tuoren, I have always had a deep friendship with your family, and I have known your father for many years. I am naturally worthy of being addressed as such."

He paused, his tone becoming more empathetic, his gaze sweeping over Wang Kemin, who was still trembling not far away, before returning to Zhou Zhengqing: "I know the attack just now made you furious and you need to vent your anger, and so do I."

Just now, we were almost blown to pieces by those remnants of the Kuomintang's Military Intelligence Bureau. I wish I could wipe out all those Chinese right now!

As he finished speaking, he softened his tone again, with a hint of pleading and persuasion: "But you must calm down, Wang Kemin really cannot be killed."

The situation in North China is already turbulent. The puppet government has just been established and its foundation is still shallow. If he, as the core figure, is no longer there, the officials of the puppet government will definitely be in a state of panic, and some may even take the opportunity to stir up trouble and plot treason.

"Then we'll have to expend even more effort, which will only delay the empire's important affairs, and it won't be worth it."

“Then, Uncle, this Wang Kemin must die today. Otherwise, you will be the one in trouble immediately.”

Zhou Zhengqing looked up at Terauchi Hisaichi with an unusually serious gaze, devoid of any hint of jest. His tone was firm and unwavering, and the aura emanating from him carried an unyielding determination.