Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1135 Challenging the Army Ministry! You're rebelling!

After the meeting, everyone immediately sprang into action, following Yamada Iwakuro's instructions, to streamline and improve the various procedures for opium transportation and strengthen management at each stage.

The atmosphere in the office became tense, and no one dared to slack off in the slightest, for fear that any problems might arise in the opium transportation.

Over the next few days, Yamada Iwakuro personally oversaw the office, checking transportation schedules, security arrangements, and other aspects daily to ensure that all tasks were carried out in an orderly manner.

He also personally visited the warehouse several times to check on the unloading and storage conditions, ensuring that every box of opium was properly stored.

Under his strict requirements, the opium transport went smoothly these past few days without any problems.

He knew that this kind of life would continue, and he would have to maintain this humble and respectful attitude, carefully serving Miss Sakura to ensure that there would be no problems with the opium transportation.

But he also knew that this was his chance to rise to prominence. As long as he could keep Miss Sakura satisfied, his future would be bright.

He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and turned to walk towards his office. Sunlight streamed through the windows of the lobby, casting a long, long shadow on him.

His eyes were resolute, and his heart was filled with anticipation for the future. Even if the road ahead was full of humiliation and torment, he was willing to walk it.

Back in his office, Yamada Iwakuro picked up the phone again, dialed the warehouse, and asked in a serious tone, "Warehouse Manager Watanabe, how's the opium storage situation lately? Any unusual activity?"

"Reporting to the director, everything is normal! All the opium is stored properly, the quantity is accurate, and there are no abnormalities!" Warehouse Manager Watanabe replied hurriedly.

"Very good! Keep it up!" Yamada Iwakuro said. "Remember, any information about opium must be reported to me immediately, without any concealment!"

"Yes, sir! Understood!"

After hanging up the phone, Yamada Iwakuro walked to the window and looked at the bustling streets outside.

Although the turmoil surrounding opium trafficking has temporarily subsided, this is only the beginning.

In this complex situation, countless difficulties and challenges await him.

But he was already prepared. For his future and destiny, he would do everything in his power to cling to the military police headquarters, Miss Sakurako, and the Takasaki family, and forge his own path in this chaotic world.

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Shanghai, on the banks of the Huangpu River.

The river breeze from the Huangpu River, carrying salty moisture and a faint smell of gunpowder, caressed the silhouettes of the tall buildings along the Bund.

This city, known as the "Paris of the East," is rapidly recovering its former prosperity after the battle of Shanghai subsided. Neon lights still flash and trams still clatter through the streets, but the invisible tension and fear permeating the air are even thicker than the fog over the river.

The Japanese occupation forces, the concession powers of various countries, the remaining agents of the Chongqing Nationalist government, the underground Communist Party, all sorts of gangs, speculators... all these forces converged, clashed, and fought here, turning Shanghai into the most complex and dangerous espionage battlefield in the Far East.

The air beneath an unassuming Western-style building on North Sichuan Road in Hongkou District is now filled with a chill even more biting than the autumn nights of Shanghai.

This is not a formal prison of the Japanese military police or intelligence agencies, but a more secretive detention and interrogation facility controlled by the Intelligence Section of the Military Police Headquarters, which is directly under the command of Takuto Takasaki and is known for its ruthless methods and arrogant style.

The section chief was none other than Lieutenant Yuta Itai, who came from a noble family in Kyoto but was known for his violent and insane nature.

In the dim light, the air was thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and rust.

Several soldiers in khaki military police uniforms, their cuffs stained with dark dirt, were pouring a bucket of cold water onto a man hanging from a rack.

"Splash...!"

The cold water splashed onto the mangled body, causing violent spasms and suppressed groans of pain.

The person hanging there looked to be around forty years old. His once meticulously combed hair was now disheveled and plastered to his forehead. His glasses were nowhere to be seen. His face was covered in bruises and purple marks. His expensive suit had been whipped into strips, revealing the raw, gaping wounds underneath.

He is none other than Lieutenant Colonel Kagesa Yoshiaki, the head of the Kagesa Agency.

"Cough cough... Baka... You... Do you know who we are?"

"How dare you do this..." Qingqi Qingyin, who was also tied to a frame, struggled to raise his head, trying to maintain his last bit of dignity, but his voice was hoarse and broken, and every word he spoke aggravated his wounds, causing his face to contort in pain.

“I know, of course I know.” A slow, deliberate yet playful voice with a strong Kyoto accent rang out.

Yudai Itai stepped out from the shadows of the doorway, his narrow eyes flashing with a cold and cruel light, like that of a venomous snake.

The military police officer wore a crisp, crisp uniform, but his hands were adorned with clean white gloves, a stark contrast to the bloody and filthy environment.

"Major Haruki Yoshitaka, a capable assistant to Colonel Kagesa Yoshiaki, and the 'brain trust' of the Kagesa Agency."

Yudai Itai looked at Kagesa Yoshiaki, who had just been woken up by the ice water but was still clearly a little dazed. He then walked up to Haruki Yoshitane, picked up the short whip next to him, and lifted his chin with a gentle but extremely insulting gesture.

"I heard you're quite active in Shanghai, recruiting soldiers for Colonel Kagesa. You're quite the big shot."

An incredulous look of horror appeared in Qingqi Qingyin's eyes.

He was suddenly arrested at home, and then beaten three times a day without being questioned! He wondered if the people who arrested him were actually military police, or if they were anti-Japanese elements in disguise.

But to his utter surprise, it was Itai Yudai! This arrogant young nobleman who wouldn't even deign to give a single glance to the Tianjin Military Police Headquarters!

"Section Chief Itai! You are challenging the Kagesa Agency! You are challenging the Army! You are rebelling!" Kagesa Yoshiaki, who had just come to his senses, said in a hoarse voice.

"Rebellion?" Yudai Itai scoffed as if he had heard a joke, then abruptly withdrew his short whip and used the handle to stab Kagesa Yoshiaki's wound!

"Ugh!" Kagesa Yoshiaki let out a shrill scream, his body arching like a shrimp, cold sweat instantly soaking through his tattered clothes.

"You're the ones who rebelled!" Yudai Itai's voice suddenly turned fierce, and his cynical expression was replaced by a violent one: "Who gave you the audacity to reach into the bowl of our military police headquarters?"

Ok?

Who gave you permission to target the people our military police headquarters are concerned about!

"Are they people you can touch?!"

"That was... for the Imperial Holy War... to eliminate the rebels..." Kagesa Yoshiaki gasped in pain, still trying to explain.

"Bullshit!" Yudai Itai interrupted without any politeness, kicking the bucket next to him with a loud bang that startled the nearby military police.