Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1028 What on earth is wrong with this world?!

Dr. Yamaguchi seemed unsurprised by his question and calmly replied, "Regarding the aftereffects, it is not possible to make a complete judgment at this stage."

However, based on the intraoperative situation and preliminary assessment, the organic brain damage may be less severe than expected.

Because it avoids the secondary trauma and huge risks associated with craniotomy, the possibility of serious neurological sequelae such as paralysis and dementia is relatively reduced.

However, the extent of recovery can only be determined after the individual regains consciousness and undergoes a detailed neurological assessment.

As things stand, the situation is relatively optimistic.

Upon hearing the key information that "brain surgery was avoided" and "the possibility of serious sequelae has been reduced," Yusuke Ichijo's tense face finally showed a relieved expression, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

For him, this was undoubtedly the best news.

This means that the "core value" of his "investment"—a maid who can move normally and serve people—is likely to be preserved.

"Yes, sir!" Yusuke Ichijo nodded, his face regaining its usual composure. "Yamaguchi-kun, thank you for your hard work. Make sure the follow-up treatment is meticulous! Use the best medicine to ensure her full recovery!"

"Yes, sir! Understood!" Yamaguchi, the military doctor, stood at attention and replied.

Yusuke's gaze then turned coldly to Li Shouren, who was sitting absentmindedly in the corner.

Xiao Juan's condition has stabilized; now it's time for reckoning.

"Bring him here!" Yusuke Ichijo ordered sharply.

Li Shouren was shoved and pushed by the military police to Ichijo Yusuke. He fell to his knees with a thud, crying and pleading, "Sir! Sir! How is Xiaojuan? Did she survive? Please tell me!"

Yusuke Ichijo gave him a disgusted look: "Your daughter is lucky to be alive for now."

After saying that, he gave a wink to his subordinate next to him.

Sergeant Nishimura, who had been waiting with Yusuke Ichijo and hadn't slept all night, immediately reported the results of his inquiry.

He recounted the events that occurred yesterday in the refugee camp: the robbery, the beating, and the trampling of Xiaojuan.

He highlighted Manager Wang's instigation and atrocities.

Upon hearing Nishimura's report, Yusuke Ichijo's face instantly turned ashen, and a violent killing intent emanated from him!

"You idiots! A bunch of ignorant ants!"

A roar of Yusuke exploded out.

This rage did not stem from any sympathy for Xiao Juan's plight, but from the fact that his inviolable authority had been openly challenged by the most lowly person!

The person he had "marked" was almost beaten to death by a group of low-level Chinese rioters!

The grain that was taken from their own military police headquarters was stolen!

This is no longer an ordinary act of assault or robbery; it is a blatant disregard and insult to him personally and to the force he represents!

"Pass on my orders!" He turned abruptly, his boots slamming into the ground with a loud thud, and roared at his adjutant, who stood by, barely daring to breathe: "Assemble the third and fourth companies immediately!"

Fully armed! Surround the resettlement area in the west of the city!

"Find out that ringleader, Manager Wang, and all the thugs involved in the robbery and beating—leave no one alive! If they resist, kill them without mercy!"

"Hey!" The adjutant stiffened, bowed deeply, and then dashed out of the room like an arrow.

In an instant, the piercing alarm of the military police shattered the deathly silence before dawn.

Large groups of heavily armed Japanese soldiers quickly assembled at the sound of commands. The engines of the trucks roared like beasts, and the muzzles of machine guns on the sidecars of the three-wheeled motorcycles gleamed a cold, eerie blue in the dim light.

This torrent of steel, with its destructive force, rushed menacingly towards the refugee settlement groaning in misery.

When Li Shouren was escorted by two military policemen and followed the large group of people back to that familiar ruin.

In the dim morning light, he saw Widow Sun and several teenagers struggling to drag two stiff bodies, hastily wrapped in tattered straw mats, toward their makeshift shelter from the wind.

Li Shouren's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand!

He stumbled forward, his throat so hoarse he could barely utter a coherent syllable: "This...this...which child...what happened?!"

Upon hearing the sound, Widow Sun turned around sharply and saw a large group of Japanese soldiers. Her face instantly drained of color, and she instinctively tried to pull the children back into the courtyard.

When she saw that Li Shouren was among the newcomers, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, but that sigh immediately turned into a torrent of tears.

“Shouren…it’s Mr. Chen…and the steward, Uncle Wang…they…they also…” She choked back tears, her trembling finger pointing to the rolled-up straw mat, sobbing uncontrollably.

Li Shouren felt a "buzz" on the top of his head, as if he had been hit hard by a thousand-pound hammer, and the whole world shook and collapsed before his eyes.

He stumbled to the straw mat, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and with almost all his strength, he managed to lift the cheap covering.

The bodies of Mr. Chen and his old butler, Uncle Fu, lay lifelessly on the cold ground, like abandoned, worn-out dolls.

Their thick winter clothes had long been stripped off, leaving only thin, dirty undergarments, frozen stiff in the biting wind.

The exposed skin had a horrible, lifeless bluish-purple hue.

Mr. Chen's face was frozen with extreme astonishment and unquenchable anger. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the gray sky, as if he were still questioning this unjust world until his death.

On one side of the old butler, Uncle Fu's head, dark brown bloodstains mingled with his gray hair and congealed on his gaunt cheek, a gruesome sight too painful to behold.

Despite her grief, Widow Sun recounted the appalling events in broken sentences.

It turned out that someone had seen Mr. Chen bring some things to Li Shouren's place earlier.

Not content with robbing Li Shouren's grain, Manager Wang and his gang incited a group of starving, bloodthirsty mobs to interrogate Old Master Chen about the whereabouts of his valuables.

Mr. Chen angrily denounced them for repaying kindness with enmity. The old butler, Uncle Fu, stepped forward to protect him, but was beaten to death by the thugs with thick wooden sticks and fell right in front of Mr. Chen.

Seeing this, the old man was overcome with anger and grief, and before he could catch his breath, he too passed away, along with his old servant.

After looting the last of their valuables, the thugs carelessly abandoned the two bodies in the ruins.

With a "plop," Li Shouren knelt down straight in front of the two cold bodies.

His pupils contracted violently at first, as if trying to completely expel the cruel scene. Then, the faint light gradually dissipated and disappeared, eventually becoming an empty void like burnt-out ashes.

In this cold, apocalyptic world, the last glimmer of humanity he could sense, the last bit of warm kindness, was utterly and mercilessly extinguished before his very eyes in such a cruel and absurd way.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was blocked by scalding sand, and he couldn't squeeze out a single sound.

Only from the depths of one's heart, a silent, utterly desperate cry echoed wildly in the boundless darkness and nothingness:

What has become of this world?!