Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1157 Get off the bus and wait at the alley entrance

"Tap, tap."

Two clear, steady, and moderate tapping sounds suddenly came from the other side of the car window. The sound was not loud, but it instantly broke the deathly silence in the alley.

Yudai Itai turned his head sharply, his heart leaping into his throat. His right hand was already gripping the gun handle, the cold metal gleaming at his fingertips.

Outside the car window, amidst the dim interplay of light and shadow, a calm, almost expressionless face leaned close to the glass, quietly observing the interior of the vehicle.

It's Xu Tian.

He somehow managed to get around to the side where the car was parked.

He was still wearing that gray cloth robe, the hem of which was stained with a little water from the alley entrance. He was slightly bent over, his face no more than half a foot away from the glass. His unusually clear eyes, through the glass, calmly looked into the car, precisely meeting the pupils of Yudai Itai, who were slightly constricted in shock.

Xu Tian's face showed no fear, no smugness, and not even any obvious emotion.

There was only a bottomless calm and an almost knowing "I knew it" kind of understanding, as if he had expected the car to stop here and was waiting for him to turn around.

After knocking on the car window, his hand fell naturally, his fingertips resting lightly on the cuff of his long shirt. He waited quietly, without urging or making any unnecessary movements.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Xu Tian's calm gaze and Ban Jingxiong's frozen astonishment confronted each other inside and outside the car window. The wind in the alley seemed to have stopped, and only the faint barking of dogs in the distance could still be heard, adding to the eeriness.

Creak...

The old-fashioned car window crank makes a dry, grinding sound when turned.

Yudai Itai stared at Xu Tian's face, slowly turned the crank, and the car window gradually rolled down. The cold air outside, mixed with the damp and musty smell unique to the alley, rushed in, dispelling the stuffy leather smell inside the car.

Without the glass obstructing the view, Xu Tian's face was now clearly visible.

"Mr. Banjing," Xu Tian spoke first, his voice low and steady, without any inflection, "It's getting late, and the roads are difficult to travel. Could you... hitch a ride?"

He used the phrase "hitch a ride," speaking as naturally as if he were asking "how do I get to the Bund," without any pretense or humility.

Yudai Itai was silent for a few seconds, and finally, he squeezed out two cold words through gritted teeth in broken Japanese: "Get on the bus."

Xu Tian didn't seem surprised. He nodded slightly, and even showed a slightly ingratiating look on his face, the kind of look a commoner would give when he gets a ride. His tone was also more polite: "Thank you."

He straightened up, gently opened the back door, and slowly got in, sitting down next to Yuta Itai.

When he sat down, he deliberately adjusted his posture, leaning slightly forward, placing his hands neatly on his knees, and moving to the side as far as possible so as not to take up too much space. He looked like a very reserved passenger, as if the person who had been appearing and disappearing in the alley just now was not him.

"boom."

The car door closed, shutting out the silence and chill of the outside world.

Inside the cramped car, only the two of them remained, along with the driver in the front seat who remained vigilant, his hand never leaving the holster on his waist.

The air instantly became even more stagnant and tense, and an invisible pressure surged in like a tide, enveloping the two of them and creating a silent standoff.

In the end, it was Xu Tian who broke the silence.

"Mr. Itai, this car is nice, it's very stable and much more comfortable than a rickshaw, but... it was driving a bit fast just now, and the turns were sharp, I almost didn't have time to dodge."

Xu Tian's voice was not loud, and it was somewhat calm, as if he were chatting casually with an acquaintance, without any sense of unease.

The air in the carriage seemed to freeze for a moment after he said those words.

Across from him, Itai Yudai's jawline was taut, and he exuded a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.

Xu Tian, ​​seemingly oblivious, continued, "Section Chief Itagaki, let's... let's talk, just the two of us."

After about three seconds of silence, a single word was squeezed out of Itai Yudai's throat: "Okay."

The voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an extreme sense of ruthlessness. His gaze was fixed on Xu Tian's face the whole time, as if he were examining an object or locking onto his prey.

The next second, he suddenly looked up at the driver's seat, his tone turning cold and carrying an unquestionable command: "Get out of the car and guard the alley entrance."

He paused, then added, each word sharp and chilling: “No one is to come near without my order.”

"Hi!" The driver in the driver's seat froze, not daring to hesitate for a moment, and immediately pushed open the car door and got out.

He walked quickly, even kicking up a bit of dust as he landed. He strode to a spot not far in front of the car, put his hands behind his back, and scanned his surroundings warily.

In the shadows at the alley entrance, several military police officers dressed in black had just arrived and were peeking around cautiously.

They clearly sensed something was amiss and exchanged glances, but without Itai Yuta's orders, they could only stand at a distance, not daring to approach rashly.

The black fabric blended seamlessly with the night, revealing only a few pairs of eyes gleaming with wariness, much like hungry wolves lurking in the shadows.

After the driver left, only Xu Tian and Itai Yuta remained in the carriage.

The atmosphere in the cramped space instantly became even more heavy, as if filled with invisible pressure, making it hard to breathe.

The two sat facing each other, neither speaking first. Only the occasional sound of the wind from outside the window seeped in through the cracks, carrying the chill of late autumn.

A wisp of wind ruffled the stray hairs on Xu Tian's forehead, a few strands of black hair clinging to his temples, but he didn't raise his hand to brush them away.

He slightly adjusted his posture, leaned back gently against the seat, relaxed his shoulders, and still looked calm and composed.

In contrast, Yuta Itai leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed tightly in front of his chest, the muscles on his arms faintly visible. His eyes were sharp as a drawn sword, scanning Xu Tian's face inch by inch, trying to find a trace of panic, fear, or any emotion that he could control in his expression.

Yudai Itai had seen too many people cower before him, whether they were Chinese or Japanese. Most of them would become uneasy when he stared at them like that, either stammering or bowing their heads in submission.

But Xu Tian in front of him seemed to be an exception. His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, without the slightest ripple. He neither avoided Ikai Yuta's gaze nor took the initiative to provoke him. He just sat there quietly, as if the person opposite him was not the head of the military police section who held the power of life and death, but just an ordinary conversation partner.

This calm only intensified Yudai Itai's murderous intent.

He hated this feeling of being out of control. Xu Tian in front of him was like a mystery, something he couldn't understand or grasp.

As for those he can't see through, his usual approach is to eliminate them completely.