Spy Wars: I signed in at the Military Police at the beginning

"Madam, the guy in the middle just now is definitely not from my restaurant!"

"Then why is he wearing your clothes!"

"..."

When Zhou Ke arrived at the hall, he saw a slightly plump middle-aged man wearing a red cotton and linen jacket explaining something to another second lieutenant of the gendarmerie who had the same rank as him.

"Mr. Matsuda, you are here too! Have you found anything?" Yokoyama Isamu knew Zhou Ke, and both of them were direct subordinates of Major Tokugawa.

"Captain Yokoyama, someone just took advantage of the chaos to cause trouble, but the most urgent thing is to send the officers back first!"

Zhou Ke did not mention a word about the injury, but acted anxious and changed the topic to something else.

"Commander?" Yokoyama Yong was slightly stunned when he heard Zhou Ke's words.

"Today, I'm not the only one having lunch with my colleagues here. Major Tokugawa and Colonel Shimizu are also here, and they have only two guards beside them!" Zhou Ke explained.

"Major, are they all right?"

"I brought people to protect them as soon as the accident happened, so they didn't suffer any injuries. However, I don't have many men under my command, and we are not enough to protect the safety of the major and others on the street. Captain Yokoyama, now is a good time to show your loyalty. How many people did you bring this time?" Zhou Ke came to Yokoyama Yong and whispered.

"As the situation became urgent, I brought two squads and more than thirty police officers." Yokoyama Isamu answered in a low voice, and the fat shopkeeper was left aside by the two men.

"Captain Yokoyama, you don't have enough reliable Imperial Warriors under your command. An explosion just happened in the next jurisdiction. You'd better gather all the people with guns first." Zhou Ke offered his suggestion.

"What about the ones who escaped?"

"There's no rush to catch those troublemakers. I estimate they have already run far away. Send a few policemen to follow them first, and you can search slowly later. The important thing now is to send the officers back. After all, this restaurant may not be safe!" Zhou Ke continued to persuade them.

"Yes, that's what Matsuda-kun said. I'll send the major and the others back first. By the way, do you have anyone else over there? Do you want to come with us?"

Under Zhou Ke's guidance, Yokoyama Isamu also understood the key to the current situation, and asked Zhou Ke beside him with gratitude.

"That's exactly what I meant. I'll trouble you, Captain Yokoyama."

"Matsuda-kun is too polite. Adjutant, gather all the people with guns here!"

.............

In an alley to the west of Hongfuju Restaurant, several sturdy men in black jackets were rushing towards the Huangpu River. One of them seemed to be carrying a slender woman on his back.

"Captain, it seems that there are not as many people chasing us as before!" The man walking behind quickly joined the crowd and reported.

"Everyone keep running towards Qiujiang Wharf! How is Ayu?" The middle-aged man wearing a hat, who seemed to be the backbone, asked the man who was carrying someone on his back.

"Ayu was shot in the shoulder and has passed out. The wound was simply bandaged just now."

"Then hurry up and go to the beach north of the dock. There are comrades from the third team waiting to meet our ship."

.............

"dong dong dong"

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Zhou Ke, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Master, there's urgent news from the concession, saying they want to buy a printing press!" reported the warrior on night duty.

"Do they need ink?"

"I didn't say anything on the phone."

"Okay, I got it. Prepare the car. Go and notify number four and number five. I need them to go out with me!"

After thinking it over again and again, Zhou Ke decided to go there in person. After all, if there was any trouble, he could contact the people he had previously deployed in the concession to provide support.

"Yes, master!"

"By the way, how is your makeup lesson with No. 7 going? Forget it, wake up No. 7 as well and let her do makeup for No. 4 and No. 5."

After instructing his men, Zhou Ke hurried to a special room downstairs to put on makeup. The call just now did not mention ink, only the printing press, which means that there is no shortage of medicines but a surgeon is urgently needed. The reason why Old Sun needs a doctor at this point is probably related to what happened at night.

Forty minutes later, Zhou Ke and his men met up with Old Sun who had been waiting for a long time, and then arrived at the basement of a residential building in the International Settlement.

"Commander, have you found a doctor?" The person who opened the door was a man in a black robe with an anxious look on his face.

"Don't worry, I have brought a doctor who can perform the operation. You go out first and make room for the doctor to perform the operation!" After calling everyone out, Old Sun winked at Zhou Ke.

Zhou Ke nodded and walked in without saying a word with his two equally silent subordinates and Lao Sun.

The lights in the basement were dim. On the only small bed inside lay a handsome man with a look of pain on his face. He was the man who Zhou Ke had encountered in the restaurant before.

Half an hour later, with the cooperation of the superb medical skills of No. 4 and No. 5, the handsome man named Ayu was no longer in danger.

"Old Zhou, it's all thanks to you. The doctor of our organization had an accident some time ago. If you hadn't brought people here this time, I'm afraid our comrade would be in great danger."

Old Sun became more and more impressed with Zhou Ke's methods. Although he knew that Zhou Ke could contact the surgeon before, he did not expect that Zhou Ke could bring the person here so quickly in such a short time.

"Old Sun, don't worry. Even if the person has gone to the King of Hell, the people I brought with me will definitely help you bring him back from the King of Hell."

Zhou Ke is very confident in his two subordinates. After all, No. 4 and No. 5 are surgeons trained by the Matsuda family for many years and have rich surgical experience.

"Old Sun, is this place safe? The wounded man needs to rest for a while. If not, I will find another place for you. I have recently built a few safe houses in the concession." Zhou Ke did not ask more about what happened in the evening but changed the subject.

"How many!" Old Sun was a little surprised.

"Well, time is a bit tight lately, so I just built five or six rooms. After all, it's better to be prepared, right?" Zhou Keyun said calmly.

Although housing supply in the International Settlement has always been tight, it is not difficult to find a few temporary places to stay thanks to Zhou Ke's lavish spending.

"Five or six rooms! Old Zhou, you are as unexpected as ever. But we don't need it temporarily. This place is still very safe." If Old Sun knew the word Versailles, he would definitely say it at this time.

"Then I, Old Sun, will go back today. Find someone to check what I told you before, especially to see if there are any delays in the ships going to Japan recently. Yangjiagang is undoubtedly a trap. Even if the poison gas experts are there, we can't send anyone there." Zhou Ke instructed again before leaving.

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"Sign in!" Zhou Ke muttered to himself as he returned home and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

This time we got something pretty good, a box of Springfield m1903A1 rifles, the kind with silencers.

“Springfield” in English is translated as “Spring Field”, and the m1903A1 model is one of the classic sniper rifles during World War II.

Although this gun is not as famous as the German Mauser and the Soviet Mosin-Nagant, it still has gained a good reputation for its excellent performance and stability.

"It's like there's a pillow when I'm sleepy. I hope Tongzi will continue next time." Zhou Ke, who already couldn't sleep, couldn't sleep even more now. With this gun, Zhou Ke's own people could participate in the next operation with extremely high security guaranteed.

Zhou Ke did not hesitate and directly took out a gun and thirty bullets. This was a simple-looking gun, but the slender 8x scope and silencer installed on the gun body showed its extraordinaryness.

The yard of Matsuda Hall is not small, and there are no nearby houses. Zhou Ke plans to let his men familiarize themselves with the guns tomorrow to prepare for future actions that may require them.