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

"Hongyuan, don't keep us in suspense. Just tell us what you know. The sooner we get the goods, the sooner they can be shipped. This will avoid any further trouble." Yokoyama Isamu urged.

"Do you remember the explosion that occurred at the Mitsubishi Corporation's dock some time ago? I said at the time that the Nissin Dock was also affected. Mr. Matsuda, do you still remember it?" asked Hiromoto Mori.

"Of course I remember. It wasn't long ago. I remember that you, Maori-kun, left my dock because the Nissin dock was under maintenance. But if I remember correctly, this dock should be under control, don't you think?" Zhou Ke suddenly understood when he said this. Maori Hiromoto was actually targeting this place.

"That's right, but I'm not that crazy. Nissin Wharf has the background of the 4th Division, and in fact, in addition to arms, it has been reselling contraband, including machine tools of Guxi Corporation. Thanks to the last explosion, the people of Guxi moved the things to a warehouse outside the city in advance. This is an opportunity." Mao Li Hiromoto didn't continue talking after saying this, but Zhou Ke and the others already understood what he meant.

"Hongyuan, do you have a grudge against that guy?" Yokoyama Isamu asked curiously.

"Mr. Yokoyama, it's not that I have a grudge against him, but he is easy to bully. The Manchurian Railway also has a batch of machine tools outside the city waiting to be shipped to Nanjing! His machine tools are much more valuable than those of Gu Xi. Do you dare to touch them?" Mao Li Hiromoto asked meaningfully.

"Haha, forget about the Manchurian Railway Company's stuff. Although we are not afraid of them in Shanghai, we still have to go back to our homeland."

When Yokoyama Yong heard the famous name of the Manchurian Railway, he suppressed his greed, but Zhou Ke beside him became more active at this time. It was difficult for him to transport the equipment to Nanjing, but it did not mean that the comrades in the border areas who had received equipment support did not dare to do it.

"Mr. Maori is well-informed. Is this information reliable? If it is reliable, we must act quickly." Zhou Ke asked.

"Of course there is no problem with the news. The Nissin Wharf belongs to the 4th Division, so it's not a big deal if I want to know some things. But because the Shimizu Regiment is conducting exercises outside the city, we can't make too much noise. We need to think about this matter again." After saying this, Mao Li Hiromoto discussed the plan of killing and robbing with Zhou Ke.

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At four o'clock in the morning of the next day, eight trucks from the Military Police Headquarters stopped outside a landlord-style courtyard on the outskirts of Shanghai.

Before the people guarding the courtyard wall could come over to inquire about the situation, more than twenty gendarmes jumped out of two of the cars and walked over, surrounding two officers with sabers.

"Sir, what are you doing here?" The steward who was awakened by the noise of the convoy in the security yard hurried out of the yard and asked the two lieutenants of the military police who came with their men.

At this time, the chief manager was relieved to see that the people coming were the organized imperial military police, as long as they were not here to extort money.

It was obvious that the group of gendarmes in front of him had a mission. Although his group was reselling contraband machine tools, it should have nothing to do with what the group of people in front of him were responsible for.

"We are tracking down a batch of smuggled arms. Have you seen or heard any convoy passing by your area?" It was Zhou Ke who spoke, and there was a hint of urgency in his words.

"An hour ago, a convoy went north on the road far to our west, but they didn't turn on their headlights. We only heard it but didn't see it clearly." Smuggling arms is a big deal, so the manager naturally would not hide it for a stranger and told everything he knew.

"Mr. Kitajima, this doesn't seem right. Our soldiers who were ambushing ahead didn't see anyone passing by. Could they be hiding nearby?" Yokoyama Isamu touched his chin and looked towards the courtyard behind the steward.

Zhou Ke thought for a moment and then took out an investigation warrant and an officer's ID card. He showed them to the steward and said seriously, "Sir, I am Beidao Ma Fei from the Military Police Command. I am going to inspect the nearby houses now. Please cooperate with me!"

"Sir, this is of course no problem. However, we have some things that our superiors want. I hope your people will be careful when checking them and don't break them." As the steward spoke, he calmly handed a purse to Zhou Ke.

"Yo, we are all from the empire, you don't have to be too nervous. We are only here to check the military equipment, and other things are not our business." Zhou Ke said with a smile as he took the things.

"Mr. Kitajima, you still have to do a simple check, otherwise it will be difficult to explain if you don't find the person!" Yokoyama Isamu reminded.

"You two sirs, please go ahead and check. We have nothing but a batch of equipment used in the factory!" The manager was relieved to see that Zhou Ke had accepted the purse, and led the military police into the yard.

"The bodyguards you hired should not have any new gunshot wounds, right?" Zhou Ke looked at the guards who were still on alert but seemed a lot more relaxed than before and asked the manager beside him.

"Of course not. We have been here for several days and haven't encountered any problems. Naturally, there will be no new gunshot wounds." The manager explained quickly.

"That's fine. You should be careful outside the city recently. It's not peaceful around here right now."

"Thank you for your concern, sir. We will pay attention to it."

While Zhou Ke was waiting for his men to finish the search, he chatted with the steward. The steward felt relieved when he heard Zhou Ke's conversation and he didn't sound like the kind of imperial officer who was difficult to get along with.

"Reporting to the commander, we only found machine tools, and there are indeed no guns!" After checking everything, No. 3 Chong Zhouke reported and adjusted the discipline button on his collar.

Seeing the signal from No. 3, Zhou Ke and Yokoyama Yong immediately made up their minds and prepared to officially start zero-yuan shopping.

"Sorry for disturbing you today. We will take our leave now." Zhou Ke said as he prepared to leave with his saber slung over his shoulder. The steward also smiled and prepared gifts to see him off.

"I say, Kitajima-kun, we still need to ask them to gather everyone together and check them carefully. After all, we have received information that someone was shot in the shoulder. It is better not to be careless." Yokoyama Isamu stood still and reminded in a serious manner.

"I don't think that's necessary. They are all serious businessmen!" Zhou Ke showed a hint of displeasure on his face.

"Beijing Dao Ma Fei, we are military police, be careful..."

"Two commanders, there is no need to argue. We are willing to cooperate with the investigation. Sakamoto, go gather everyone in the front yard, and call those who are sleeping here!" Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the manager quickly tried to smooth things over and gave the order.

More than ten minutes later, except for a few guards who were checked at the beginning, the remaining twenty or so guards were gathered in the yard, and even the manager cooperated by taking off his shirt.

"Sir, I'm really sorry to bother you today!" Zhou Ke handed the steward's clothes back personally.

"It's all for the empire, it's all for work... uh... you... you!" The steward was reaching out to take the clothes when he suddenly felt someone strangled his neck, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

At the same time, the gendarmes who were carefully examining the gunshot wounds and chatting with the guards in the yard simultaneously and tacitly pulled out their bayonets and waved them rapidly in the stunned eyes of the guards.