Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 740: Unfair, even cruel

I watched Feng Anna push open the door of the cafe, call out "Dad!" in a clear voice, and then excitedly pull the hesitant Lan Yanzhi to Feng Zixiong's table.

In the cafe, a hint of imperceptible panic flashed across Feng Zixiong's face the moment he saw his daughter, but it was immediately covered up by a fatherly smile.

He stood up and introduced them enthusiastically: "Anna, Yanzhi, why are you here? Oh, this is Dad's Japanese friend, Mr. Aoki, a learned sinologist."

Feng Zixiong cleverly concealed Qingmu's true identity.

Aoki Takeshige also behaved very gracefully. He stood up, bowed slightly, and greeted them in fluent Chinese: "Good afternoon, two beautiful ladies."

His gaze lingered on Lan Yanzhi's face for a second longer, as if he had a hint of interest in this girl with exceptionally bright eyes.

Feng Anna greeted Qingmu without any ulterior motives, while Lan Yanzhi seemed a little reserved and nodded politely in response, but her big eyes quickly glanced at the table and the seats.

The next moment, Lan Yanzhi noticed the slightly awkward newspaper and briefcase rolled up beside Qingmu, as well as Feng Zixiong's fleeting nervousness.

After a few simple greetings, Feng Zixiong obviously didn't want his daughter to stay any longer, and quickly coaxed his daughter to leave on the pretext that "Dad and Mr. Aoki still have something to discuss."

Feng Anna was a little reluctant, but she still obediently walked out with Lan Yanzhi and continued their previous itinerary.

A potential crisis seemed to have been resolved by Feng Zixiong.

In the safe house opposite, Zheng Yaoxian's brows slowly relaxed, and his eyes flashed with a deep and sharp light like a hunter discovering new prey.

"Captain Song." Zheng Yaoxian's lips curled up into a calculating smile: "Maybe we need to change our plan."

Song Mian looked at him suspiciously: "Sixth Brother, what do you mean? The connection has been interrupted, Feng Zixiong and Qingmu will definitely be more vigilant."

"We have obtained some footage of their transaction. Although the key content is not captured, it is sufficient to serve as supporting evidence."

Zheng Yaoxian's gaze followed the figures of Feng Anna and Lan Yanzhi as they gradually retreated outside the window, and his tone became meaningful: "Sometimes, the strongest fortress is often the easiest to break through from the inside.

And the keys to the inside sometimes appear in the most unexpected ways.”

"You mean... Feng Anna? Or that Lan Yanzhi?" Song Mian seemed to understand something, but still found it hard to believe: "They are just two female students... and Feng Anna is Feng Zixiong's daughter, how could she..."

"Feng Zixiong loves his daughter very much. His panic just now was not because he was afraid of being exposed, but more because he was afraid that his daughter would be involved in danger."

Zheng Yaoxian analyzed calmly: "This is a huge weakness. As for Lan Yanzhi..."

He recalled Lan Yanzhi's eyes that had quickly scanned the surroundings.

“She’s not as simple as she appears, she’s very observant.

Feng Zixiong's treasonous behavior was extremely well hidden. His office and home must have been kept clean. It would be extremely difficult to directly search for evidence, but..."

Zheng Yaoxian paused and thought for a moment, as if brewing an extremely bold plan: "What if his closest and most defenseless daughter, or that smart friend of his daughter, could 'accidentally' come into contact with something?

For example, a draft in the study that was not destroyed in time?

For example, a recording of a family conversation?

Or a safe key that he thought he had hidden well, but his daughter could easily find it?"

Song Mian took a deep breath and said, "Sixth brother, this... this is too risky!

They are still children! And how can we guarantee that they will help us? What if they tell Feng Zixiong... "

"So, this requires the most sophisticated planning and the most cautious approach." Zheng Yaoxian's gaze became deep again: "It can't be forced, it can only be guided.

Let them discover their father's secrets on their own and let their sense of justice and patriotism drive them.

Feng Anna might hesitate because of the father-daughter relationship, but that Lan Yanzhi...

I can see that she has a restless spirit and a sense of right and wrong in her bones.

Perhaps she can be a breakthrough."

He turned around and no longer looked out the window at Takeshi Aoki who had started the car and left, and Feng Zixiong who looked a little uneasy.

"Immediately investigate all of Lan Yanzhi's background information, including her personality, preferences, and social relationships. The more detailed the better."

"Closely monitor the Feng Mansion, especially the comings and goings of Feng Anna and Lan Yanzhi, and look for any possible entry points."

"What happened today is strictly confidential. Surveillance on Feng Zixiong will be upgraded, but it must be more covert."

"Also," Zheng Yaoxian added, his tone firm, "Zhuyeqing, these code names should be sent to the Nanjing Bureau headquarters at the highest level of secrecy, requesting assistance in the investigation."

"Notify the 87th, 88th, and 36th Divisions that their military deployments may have been leaked. Tell them to be on high alert."

"Yes! Sixth brother!" Song Mian stood at attention and accepted the order. Although he thought the plan of using a woman was absurd, he had absolute trust in Zheng Yaoxian's judgment and ability.

Zheng Yaoxian took one last look out the window. The streets were still bustling, and the café had returned to its peaceful state, as if nothing had happened.

But he knew that a more dangerous and complicated spy war surrounding a traitor and two seemingly innocent girls in the dark had just begun.

The soldiers on the front line are fighting bloody battles, and on the invisible battlefield in the rear, he, Zheng Yaoxian, must use all means to cut off the evil hands reaching out to national defense secrets.

Even if this method seems a bit... low-brow, even cruel.

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In September 1937, the air in the Japanese Concession in Tianjin was filled with a morbid excitement.

The roar of East China's war machines was deliberately masked by the noisy celebrations.

The Japanese North China Front Command held a grand dinner at the Imperial Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in the Japanese Concession.

The lights are bright and the generals gather.

Army General Terauchi Hisaichi, the supreme commander of the North China Front Army, was standing in the center of the banquet hall in a neat general's uniform with medals hanging all over his chest and a deliberately created, smug smile on his face, like the focus of the entire stage.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was filled with clinking glasses and was almost manic.

The air was filled with the rich smoke of high-end cigars, the sweet scent of expensive perfume, and an indescribable nationalist enthusiasm mixed with the desire for conquest.

The Japanese officers, politicians, businessmen, and overseas Chinese leaders present all had an almost twisted excitement on their faces.

The reason was simple: the Japanese army was advancing steadily on the Battle of Shanghai, and the Chinese defenders could no longer stop them.

There was another purpose for holding this banquet. Just a few days ago, it was known to the outside world that Zhou Zhengqing had negotiated with consuls of various countries to obtain the power to enforce the law in the concession.

The whole of Tianjin has been in an uproar these past two days.

The North China Front Army Command even went to the consulate in the concession to inquire about the authenticity. After knowing the exact answer, Terauchi Hisaichi could no longer sit still.

He did not ask what price the gendarmerie headquarters paid to obtain this right, nor did he want to know.

He only knew that after he arrived in Tianjin, the military police headquarters had made such achievements, which made him proud.

Although the Military Police Headquarters was not under his control, he was at least the highest military commander of Japan in North China, so he would benefit from it to some extent.

So he organized this banquet and invited many reporters to come in order to publicize it.