Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1002 is simply outrageous!

Yusuke Ichijo's face darkened again; this was precisely the problem that troubled him the most.

He glanced at Li Shouren and Xiao Juan, a barely perceptible glint of sternness flashing in his eyes: "Plans can't keep up with changes."

But now that I have saved her and done her a favor, I cannot let her go so easily.

"As for Miss Huizi, I still think there's a chance..." His tone carried an undeniable decisiveness, indicating that he didn't intend to easily abandon his plans because of the sudden appearance of a "lowly" father.

Shunsuke Nakamura patted Ichijo on the shoulder, his tone regaining its composure: "Ichijo, I understand your thoughts."

The initial intention of finding a maid for Miss Huizi was good, but this matter... He glanced at the scene: "It needs to be handled with extreme caution."

After all, we've just arrived in Nanjing, and many eyes are watching us. "Order" and "image" are very important.

This sudden appearance of a father is both a problem and a test.

You must handle this carefully, so as not to give anyone a handle to use against you, and even more importantly, not to let this matter affect the overall situation of the Commander.” Nakamura Shunsuke handed the problem back to Ichijo Yusuke to solve himself.

Yusuke Ichijo nodded heavily, his gaze once again falling on the father and daughter, who were filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow. He was rapidly calculating in his mind how to maintain the appearance of "fairness" in this sudden change, while preserving his original plan to the greatest extent possible, or at least, extracting the greatest benefit from it.

After throwing the hot potato of how to deal with Li Shouren and his daughter back to Ichijo Yusuke, Nakamura Shunsuke did not immediately look away.

The sweeping passed over Li Shouren, who was being held down on the ground by the military police.

The bruises and wounds faintly visible beneath the tattered cotton-padded coat of this Chinese man, along with his body trembling uncontrollably due to extreme weakness and emotional agitation, presented a tragic picture to Nakamura's eyes.

Despite his indifference to the fate of these Chinese people, out of a long-standing instinct to be in a position of power and to control the overall situation, and perhaps also out of a desire to present a "well-informed" image to his friends, Nakamura decided to personally investigate the source of this "trouble".

He took two steps forward, his leather shoes making a clear sound on the cold ground. Looking down at me, he asked in broken but fluent Chinese, "Are you this girl's father?" His tone was calm, devoid of emotion, as if he were inquiring about the ownership of an object.

This sudden question was like a needle piercing Li Shouren's chaotic consciousness, which was filled with despair and sorrow.

He suddenly raised his head, and on his face, which was covered with tears and mud, his bloodshot eyes, filled with extreme excitement, shone with an almost frenzied light.

He grasped at this last straw as if it were his last hope.

He nodded forcefully, almost as if he were breaking his neck, and his hoarse voice burst out with a sob: "Yes! Sir! I am her father! She is my daughter, Xiao Juan!"

"Please, sir! Please have mercy! Give her back to me! I beg you! I'm begging you!"

He struggled to bend down and kowtow, to express his most humble plea, but the military police's iron grip prevented him from moving, and he could only twist his body in vain.

Nakamura Shunsuke remained expressionless. Since arriving in Shanghai, he had witnessed too many tragic events during the war and had long since become immune to them.

He continued to press on in that emotionless tone, asking seemingly simple questions that were actually an assessment of the potential risks posed by this sudden variable: "How did you find your way here? Why are you storming the military police station at this time?"

He needs to know whether this was a simple accident or if there was some deeper background or guidance.

After all, those divisions outside the city were unwilling and resentful.

At this time, Li Shouren's mind was almost completely consumed by his strong desire to find his daughter.

As if remembering something, he hurriedly reached into his pocket with his still slightly mobile hand, trembling, and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper, soaked with his body heat and sweat, with even some dried bloodstains on the edges.

Holding it high with both hands as if it were a sacred object, he explained incoherently, "It was...it was a Japanese officer...who gave me this note, saying I could come and collect rice and canned food...I...I came looking for food, I'm hungry...the children are all hungry..."

"I never expected... I never expected to see my daughter here... Xiao Juan! My Xiao Juan!" He paused when he said "children," but the overwhelming joy and sorrow made him unable to look at anything else; he just stared intently at his daughter who was so close to him.

Yusuke, who was standing nearby, saw the note, reached out and took it. After reading the words on it, he immediately beckoned to his subordinate: "Go, call Yoshino over here."

"Hey!" The subordinate immediately jogged off to find the person.

Shunsuke Nakamura took the note from Yusuke Ichijo, quickly glanced at the Japanese text and seal on it, and after confirming that it was correct, handed it back to the military police officer next to him.

He didn't say anything more to Li Shouren, or even glance at him again.

In the mind of this lieutenant colonel of the Imperial Military Police, the emotions and demands of someone like Li Shouren were as insignificant as the wailing of ants.

To ease the slightly awkward and tense atmosphere and temporarily divert everyone's attention from this "little episode," Nakamura Shunsuke naturally switched back to Japanese, a slightly teasing smile that only friends would have on his face, and looked at Ichijo Yusuke: "Speaking of which, Ichijo, you didn't suffer any grievances when you were 'invited' for tea by those guys from the 10th Army, did you?"

I've heard that old fox Moritake Tanabe isn't exactly a friendly host.

He used the slightly humorous and euphemistic term "drinking tea" to soften the seriousness of "house arrest," and his tone was clearly concerned.

Yusuke Ichijo immediately straightened his back, his face showing a mixture of grievance and loyalty: "Thank you for your concern, Chief of Staff Nakamura! It's just a small friction, nothing to worry about."

I feel truly ashamed that I couldn't share the commander's burdens immediately!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a newly promoted second lieutenant military police officer next to Yusuke Ichijo interrupted him in a gruff voice, his resentment almost tangible: "Chief of Staff, officers, those idiots in the 10th Army! They're going too far!"

Especially that old fox, Chief of Staff Moritake Tanabe! He's got all that seniority, he's got such an arrogant attitude! The way he treated us when he "invited" us over, ugh! Like we were meat on his chopping block!

They kept saying things like, "You military police are overstepping your bounds," and "You don't know the rules!"

"If it weren't for Commander's brilliant strategy in getting us out in time, who knows what other tricks that old fox would have played! Just thinking about it makes me angry!" The officer became more and more agitated as he spoke, his face turning red, as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of the Tenth Army.

Although his complaints were rude, they instantly resonated with the others.