Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1139 is like... very familiar...

As he watched them disappear at the end of the corridor, the feigned gentleness on Yudai Itai's face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy chill.

He walked to the window, which wasn't actually a window, but a vent in the wall with iron bars. Outside was the basement courtyard, through which he could only see a small patch of gloomy sky.

I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled. The bluish smoke swirled and rose in the dim light, like twisted ghosts.

"Pah! What is that?!"

He muttered a curse under his breath, not loudly, but clearly audible in the quiet room.

A trusted sergeant cautiously approached and asked in a low voice, "Section Chief, are we just going to release them like that?!"

Yudai Itai didn't turn around, but just stared at the small patch of sky outside the ventilation shaft. The sky was leaden gray, as if it were about to rain, or as if it would never clear up.

The sky in Shanghai is always like this, gloomy and suffocating.

"This is the general's order, what else can we do?" His voice was calm, but the fingers holding the cigarette were slightly white from the force.

"Ah, so it's the general's order." The sergeant straightened his posture.

"Release the people, clean up the scene, and handle all relevant records properly so as not to leave any incriminating evidence, especially regarding Qingqi Qingyin's injury. Get a certificate from the military doctor stating that the injury was sustained during the arrest of the resisters and is unrelated to the interrogation."

"Yes, sir!" Sergeant Li Zheng responded.

Yudai Itai glanced again in the direction where Kagesa Yoshiaki and the others had left, as if he could see through the thick walls and into the disheveled backs of those people.

What was it about Kagesa Yoshiaki that made the headquarters value him so much that Prince Kyohiko personally made a trip there, especially at such a critical time when things were in Nanjing?

A series of questions churned in Itai Yudai's mind.

He turned around and kicked over a chair next to him with a hard kick. The already flimsy wooden chair crashed against the wall and fell apart with a loud crash, scattering wood chips everywhere.

"unlucky!"

He cursed, slammed the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his military boot, and strode away.

The sound of military boots pounding the ground echoed in the empty basement, like war drums or a death knell.

Meanwhile, the black sedan carrying Prince Asaka Yasuhiko had already driven far away from the military police headquarters.

Three motorcycles led the way and provided escort at the front and rear, while three identical black sedans formed an inconspicuous but heavily guarded convoy, weaving through the narrow streets of Shanghai and speeding toward Nanjing.

A convoy of Japanese troops was waiting outside the city.

Inside the carriage, Prince Asaka Yasuhiko closed his eyes to rest, but his slightly furrowed brows showed that he was not truly relaxed.

Major Miyamoto, the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat, carefully observed the prince's expression through the rearview mirror, not daring to make a sound.

As the convoy crossed the Waibaidu Bridge, the turbid waters of the Huangpu River flowed past the windows, and the Bund buildings on the opposite bank appeared gloomy and oppressive under the overcast sky.

Several warships flying the Rising Sun Flag were moored in the middle of the river.

King Kyūhiko slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the scene outside the window, and then closed them again.

He recalled the scene he had just seen in the basement, especially the pitiful state of Qingqi Qingyin. He could hardly be considered a person; he was more like a tattered rag doll that could still breathe.

And then there's Kagesa Teiaki, the "China expert" known for his calm and rational demeanor, whose eyes behind his glasses are filled with fear...

"As expected of Kyoto's infamous playboy..." Prince Kyohiko thought to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Yuta Itai was notoriously arrogant in Kyoto's aristocratic circles.

It is said that when he was sixteen, he injured a viscount's son with a samurai sword in a jealous argument.

He entered the Etajima Naval Academy, but was expelled in less than three months for assaulting an instructor. It was only through the extensive connections of the Itai family that he was able to transfer to the Army Officer School.

After following Takasaki Takuto to China, he became even more ruthless. He was known for his cruel methods in Manchuria. Now that he has come to Shanghai, he confronts Matsui Iwane and forces Matsui Iwane to take the risk of placing the military police under house arrest!

Now they almost wiped out Kagesa Yoshiaki and the newly established Kagesa Agency...

Takasaki Takuto hired him because he valued his ruthlessness and unconventional approach.

However, judging from today's perspective, this knife is indeed quite sharp; it even dared to cut its own people.

"Takasaki Takuto using such a person is like using a sharp sword, but it can also easily hurt himself..." King Yasuhiko thought to himself.

He gently rubbed his temples, feeling a wave of fatigue.

This kind of fatigue is not physical, but mental.

His trip south was undertaken with a heavy responsibility: not only to coordinate the delicate and complex relationships between the various expeditionary armies in Central China, but also to pave the way for the next major "political strategy."

The headquarters is already brewing and experimenting with a brand-new strategy toward China, which will no longer rely solely on military offensives, but will combine political inducement, economic control and cultural infiltration.

Kagesa Teisho was one of the core executors of this "political strategy," contacting various forces in Shanghai, gathering intelligence, and preparing for the experimentation of a new strategy toward China.

This is why Kyoto attaches such importance to Kagesa Yoshiaki, and it is also the fundamental reason why he made a special detour to Shanghai to personally mediate the dispute.

"Hopefully, that brat Yuta Itai will learn his lesson and tone it down a bit," Prince Asaka Yasuhiko thought to himself.

He opened his eyes and looked at the scenery rushing past the window.

The affairs in Nanjing were still very heavy, and he did not have much time or energy to devote to these internal conflicts.

The convoy continued speeding through the rain, like a giant black python weaving across the Jiangnan region.

The sandalwood incense inside the car was still strong, but it couldn't mask the tense atmosphere that permeated the air.

Prince Asaka Yasuhiko knew that this trip to Nanjing was destined to be anything but easy, and that the minor incident in Shanghai was perhaps just a small episode in the empire's strategic layout in Central China. However, it also reminded him that the road ahead was long and fraught with difficulties, and that any small mistake could affect the overall situation.

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The detention cell of the Shanghai Provisional Gendarmerie. The heavy smell of rust and a faint musty odor hung over Xu Tian and Shen Suqiu.

The only source of light was a small, dusty window high up, welded with iron bars, which sparingly let in a few grayish-white rays of skylight, barely outlining the shabby interior.

A creaky wooden bed, a crippled table, and two chairs that didn't look very sturdy.

Although it was rudimentary, it was far better than the cold and bloody interrogation warehouse of the Shadow Agency. At least for the time being, there was no threat of whips and branding irons. However, this deliberate and uncertain "preferential treatment" was like a dull knife, slowly cutting into Xu Tian's tense nerves.

Time seemed to stretch out, each second passing slowly and heavily.

Occasionally, the echo of leather boots clattering on the concrete could be heard in the distance, or the indistinct shouts of Japanese.

But Xu Tian noticed that his cousin Shen Suqiu, who was usually very timid and would run away from Japanese ronin with her head in her hands, was sitting calmly and steadily listening to the shouts outside, without showing any sign of nervousness.

That feeling was like... like... so familiar...

It seemed that the presence of the military police outside made her feel more at ease than the Japanese ronin on the street.

She even secretly glanced at her cousin Xu Tian, ​​who was sitting in the chair opposite her.