Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 728 I!! I’m dead!!

Zhou Zhengqing calmly swept his eyes across the chaotic scene, his gaze passing over Nakagawa Ken and falling directly on Ishiwara Kanji, who was being supported by two Special High Section operatives as he staggered out of the car.

Ishiwara Kanji at this moment was completely different from the wise and elegant "Manchurian Demon" in Zhou Zhengqing's memory.

His hair was disheveled, his face was as pale as paper, his round eyes were dull and empty, and he looked as confused as if he had survived a disaster but was now even more despairing.

His body was trembling slightly, as if he would collapse at any moment, and he was only able to stand with the support of the people on both sides.

The officer's casual uniform, which had originally been straight, was now wrinkled and stuck to his body, covered with dust and sweat, making him look extremely disheveled.

Ishiwara Kanji's gaze swept blankly through the chaotic crowd, finally settling on Zhou Zhengqing.

In those empty eyes, a faint but extremely blazing light suddenly ignited! It was like a drowning man seeing the last floating straw!

He suddenly broke free from the person who was supporting him, and using all his remaining strength, he staggered and almost fell to his knees to rush in front of Zhou Zhengqing!

He clutched the hem of Zhou Zhengqing's uniform tightly with both hands, as if grasping a life-saving god, his voice hoarse and broken, with tears and a kind of almost collapsed gratitude: "Your Excellency Commander Yingqi!

Thank you very much!

Thank you, Military Police Command! Thank you! It was you... it was you who saved me!

It was Lieutenant Nakagawa... It was Section Chief Minamizo... You saved me!

Otherwise, otherwise I, Ishiwara Kanji... will die today at the hands of Okabe Naosaburo! Die at the hands of those...those jackals who covet the gifts bestowed by Your Majesty!"

He was incoherent and tears were streaming down his face. Where was the dignity of an imperial general and the head of the Operations Department of the General Staff?

All that is left is a poor wretch who is completely defeated by fear and despair and is grasping at the last straw!

Zhou Zhengqing lowered his head and looked at Ishihara Kanji, who was kneeling at his feet, trembling all over, like a stray dog, with no expression on his face.

His eyes were calm, as if he was examining an object.

He didn't reach out to help, nor did he say anything to comfort her. He just let Ishihara grab the hem of his clothes as if he was grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

The air around him seemed to freeze.

Ken Nakagawa lowered his head and stood aside, and Shunsuke Nakamura asked him something in a low voice.

Nanzō Yunko stood not far away, watching the scene with complicated eyes.

The guards of the gendarmerie headquarters stood in silence.

"Section Chief Ishihara," Zhou Zhengqing finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but it carried a calmness that seemed to be in control of everything and an unquestionable authority. "Stand up and speak. This is the Military Police Headquarters. No one can hurt you again."

He bent down slightly and reached out to gently brush away Ishihara's hand that was tightly grasping his clothes. The action seemed gentle, but it carried an irresistible force.

Ishihara was helped up by him, his body still shaking violently, his eyes filled with relief at surviving the disaster and deeper uneasiness.

Zhou Zhengqing looked over Ishihara's shoulder and looked at Nanzō Yunko: "Section Chief Nanzō, take Section Chief Ishihara to the VIP room to rest. Prepare the best doctor to check his body and ensure his safety."

"Hi!" Nanzō Yunko responded immediately, took a step forward, and signaled her men to support Ishihara.

Zhou Zhengqing's gaze finally fell on Ishihara's tearful face, which was filled with fear and gratitude. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly in an icy arc.

"Section Chief Ishihara, please rest and relax for now. There's no rush for other matters. It's getting late. We can discuss this in detail tomorrow."

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Ishiwara Kanji curled up in a corner of the large sofa, wrapped in a clean bathrobe provided by the Military Police Headquarters, but still could not dispel the chill that seeped from his bones.

He stayed awake all night, and fear was like a cold poisonous snake, wrapping around his heart, tightening more and more.

It was dawn outside the window, and the leaden light shone through the bulletproof glass, casting shadows of varying depths on his pale, haggard face.

His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze was dull and empty, sometimes flashing with fear, sometimes falling into a desperate daze.

He held a cup of hot water tightly in both hands, as if it was the only warm thing he could hold.

The door opened and Ishihara shuddered like a frightened rabbit. Some hot water spilled out, scalding his fingers.

He raised his head in panic and looked towards the door.

Zhou Zhengqing walked in. Instead of wearing the general's uniform that symbolized power, he had changed into a black kimono.

This outfit made him less cold and tough like a soldier, and more aristocratic and lazy and unfathomable.

Holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, he walked leisurely, with a just the right amount of expression on his face, as if he had just returned from morning exercise.

"Section Chief Ishihara, did you have a good rest last night?" Zhou Zhengqing's voice was gentle, with a kind of polite and distant feeling that was unique to aristocrats.

He walked to the sofa opposite Ishihara and sat down with a relaxed posture, as if he was entertaining an ordinary guest in his own living room.

Ishiwara Kanji's body was stiff, and his lips trembled a few times before he uttered a dry and hoarse voice: "Commander, thank you, thank you for your protection..." He tried to force a smile, but that smile was uglier than crying.

Zhou Zhengqing nodded slightly, took a sip of coffee, and looked calmly at Ishihara's face, as if admiring an interesting antique: "You're welcome, I already have a general understanding of the matter.

Speaking of which, I am also responsible for the fact that things were stolen in Tianjin. After all, I am responsible for the public security in Tianjin.

I didn’t expect that anti-Japanese elements in Tianjin are still so rampant.”

"No, the anti-Japanese elements can't find out where the things are hidden! It must be the North China Front Army Headquarters..."

"Ishihara-kun, be careful with your words..." Zhou Zhengqing interrupted Ishihara Kaner, blew on the coffee in his hand, took a sip, and then continued, "Don't make hasty judgments about things you don't have evidence for. It's not good for you! You should think about what to do next."

Ishiwara Kanji's pupils suddenly shrank!

Like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, he practically fell to the carpet in front of the sofa, supporting himself with his hands and slamming his forehead against the ground!

The voice was filled with tears and a desperate determination: "Your Excellency, Commander! Ishihara... Ishihara is willing to serve you at all costs!

From now on, I will follow your lead!

I've seen it all!

What headquarters staff! What strategist! It's all nonsense!

Only true aristocratic blood! Only pillars of the Chinese family like you, the Commander, who hold real power and are deeply trusted by the royal family!

He is the true backbone of the empire! Ishihara... Ishihara is willing to change his allegiance!

I join your service! I only ask... I only ask you to save my life!"

He raised his head, tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with fear and pleading: "Commander!

You know! Those things... those treasures that His Majesty the Emperor entrusted me to secretly collect... are gone! All gone!

That's what His Majesty wants! It's a task personally assigned by Minister Makito Yukiichi!

Now... Now the things are lost! How can I explain this to His Majesty? How can I explain this to His Excellency the Herdsman?

Me!! I’m dead!!”