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

"Mr. Matsuda, are you saying that it's unlikely that it was done by the resistance forces?" In Zhou Ke's office, Yokoyama Isamu asked while eating a meal.

"I asked the Military Control Commission and major clients through my connections, and they have indeed heard no news targeting us. Of course, that's assuming they are telling the truth." Zhou Ke answered while eating.

"Indeed, given our current cooperative relationship, there is no need to hide this kind of thing. If something happens to us, they will lose their source of income. Mr. Matsuda, do you think it is possible that it was done by the Central Bureau of Investigation?" Yokoyama Isamu asked after thinking for a while.

"The probability is not high. Even if the Central Bureau of Investigation wants to assassinate someone, they will first target me, or Chen Zhenghua and other enemies who are relatively easier to kill."

Zhou Ke felt that the possibility of the Central Bureau of Investigation being the least likely was that of the Central Bureau of Investigation in Shanghai. After all, the strength that the Central Bureau of Investigation could muster was most likely not even as strong as the remaining forces of the Military Bureau of Investigation.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door and Lieutenant Hashimoto, who was out investigating, came back.

"Lieutenant Hashimoto, have you found anything?" Zhou Ke put down his meal, took out a cigar from the desk drawer and threw it to Hashimoto Osamu.

He knew that Hashimoto was cured of this habit, especially when analyzing a case, the effect of a cigar was comparable to the pipe that Sherlock Holmes always held in his mouth.

"Thank you, sir! Let me take a sip first."

Hashimoto Osamu happily took the high-end product given by Zhou Ke, skillfully lit it with the tools on the table beside him, and took a sip.

"Lieutenant Hashimoto, have you made any breakthrough into the identity of the attacker? If you can find the culprit quickly, I can give you a box of this high-end stuff you're smoking."

Yokoyama Yong acted very generously, after all, this matter concerned his life. Although he was always very cautious when going out, he could not be sure if he would get into trouble one day and there would be no regrets.

"My two sirs, I saw Green Gang tattoos on these people, but two of them were dressed like Koreans."

"And the most important thing is that there are two white people and one black person among these people! I speculate that this should be an international organization that specializes in assassinations." Hashimoto Osamu analyzed while smoking a cigar.

"This is a bit difficult!" After listening to what Hashimoto Osamu said, Yokoyama Isamu felt that the situation was very tricky. The composition of the people in ambush was too complicated and there were no survivors.

If it is true as Hashimoto Osamu said that someone hired someone to kill someone, then in order to find the real person behind the scenes, we must first find the person who manipulated this group of assassins.

"Don't worry, sirs. Our investigation team is already tracking them down. Black people are not common in Shanghai. I believe we will find clues soon."

Just as Hashimoto Osamu said, there are far fewer black people in China now than in later generations, so this 99% rare species is indeed relatively easier to investigate.

"Lieutenant Hashimoto, how many days will it take to find the boss of these people?" Zhou Ke had no idea at all, so he simply gave up thinking about it.

"Sir, with the help of the cigar you gave me, I believe I can give you a satisfactory answer within a week at the latest." Hashimoto Osamu said confidently.

"Very good, take it and smoke it! In addition to what Yokoyama-kun promised you, I will reward you with an extra box if you find the real murderer one day earlier!" Zhou Ke handed the whole box of cigars to Hashimoto Osamu.

After sending Shimizu Nobu away, Yokoyama Yong turned to Zhou Ke and asked, "Mr. Matsuda, do you have any other plans? If not, in order to avoid being too bored, I will start researching and developing new rice seasonings."

"Mr. Yokoyama, please do as you please. Since we can't find the murderer now, let's put the blame on Mantetsu first!"

"That's right, Matsuda-kun, the probability that they did this is not low. After all, we don't have that many enemies." Yokoyama Isamu agreed with deep conviction.

"I remember it's been a while since you last went to the Manchurian Railway to clear out the goods, right?" Zhou Ke asked thoughtfully.

"It's been a while, Matsuda-kun. You're not planning on doing it again? We don't have a valid reason this time."

"Haha, reason?" Zhou Ke sneered and said no more.

.........

In the suburbs of Shanghai, the Manchurian Railway material transfer compound.

"Damn it! Colonel Matsuda deserves to die! His subordinate, Major Yokoyama, was assassinated. What does it have to do with us?" Kikutaro felt a dull pain in his stomach as he looked at the telegram handed over by his assistant.

"Boss, I need to go to the restroom right now!" The assistant looked very bad, as if he was remembering some unpleasant experience.

"Come along, I'll go too. These attackers are useless, why don't they beat that bastard Yokoyama Isamu to death!" Kikutaro muttered and quickly went out with his assistant.

After a while, as the vomiting sounds in the toilet that had been cleared stopped, the two Mantetsu people, whose discomfort had eased, discussed the current situation.

"Da Mu, use your extremely smart brain to think about it. Could it be that one of our people did this?"

"Boss, this possibility is not impossible. After all, many of the things that idiot Yokoyama Isamu robbed last time were wanted by the people above!" Oki analyzed, touching his bald head.

"Well, this will be difficult if that's the case! Colonel Matsuda asked us to send the murderer over within three days, otherwise... you know." Kikutaro said with some melancholy.

Last time, it was his subordinate Hatano Shinjo who did his job poorly, and the Matsuda Military Police Regiment found an opportunity to retaliate severely against him, so he just accepted it.

But this incident really has nothing to do with the people on his side, but the final retribution still has to be found on him. How can this be justified!

"Boss, do you want to ask the people from the Mei Agency for help, and at the same time ask indirectly whether it was one of our people who did it?" Da Mu suggested.

"We will definitely ask the Mei Agency for help, but don't ask whether it was done by our people. It's taboo!" Kikutaro said after thinking for a moment.

"Boss, can you please send some wagons over to move the stuff away within three days?"

"Where to transfer it to? The railway's transport capacity has always been tight, otherwise there would be no need to build our transfer station so large." Kikutaro denied.

"Then how about finding some trucks to transport it to other places?" Oki suggested again.

"Haha, Oki, believe it or not, our area has definitely been blocked by the Matsuda Military Police!"

Kikutaro felt that his assistant's idea was a little too fantastic. Since Zhou Ke had sent them a notice, he would definitely not let them run away.

"Boss, if it really doesn't work, why don't you go to my house and apologize with sincerity? That way there might be room for easing the situation." Da Mu thought for a long time and finally came up with a bad idea.

".......Is this appropriate? This matter has nothing to do with our site!"

Kikutaro thought about it carefully and felt that his assistant's idea was not a bad idea. It was better to give in and pay some protection money than to be robbed of everything.