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

The entrance of the Secret Service Headquarters at 76 Gisfield Road after a series of explosions.

Three bulletproof vehicles were lying near the entrance, two of which were scrapped and were still burning, and the only remaining vehicle that had not exploded was distorted beyond recognition.

The body of the bulletproof car was covered with bullet holes, and the front windshield was shot into a spider web-like shape, and the bulletproof glass seemed to be covered with a layer of scarlet flesh. At this time, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning, which made people feel suffocated and nauseous.

The road in front of No. 76 was littered with broken objects and mutilated corpses. The whole scene looked like a bloody painting of hell.

Although the number of people dispatched by the Military Control Commission this time was not large, each of them was the elite among the elite.

Unfortunately, they who could have played a greater role ultimately chose to die for their country in such a tragic way.

"These Chinese are really crazy!" Nanzō Yunko hid behind a bunker and watched the tragic scene in front of her, recalling the tragic collective suicide charge that had just happened.

She felt that even if the empire's most elite warriors were here, they would probably be turned into nutrients for roadside flower beds like chickens and dogs in that desperate charge.

"Bang!"

The left door of the only remaining bulletproof car fell off, and a bloody figure rolled out with blood spitting out of his mouth.

This person is none other than the traitor Wu Xiehua who was at the station not long ago and was full of energy and said he was going to do something big!

"Damn it! The bastards aren't dead yet! Captain, I'm afraid I can't erect a sign for you. Let our descendants do it for us!" The man in the suit had red eyes as he stared at the traitor lying beside the car, his chest heaving up and down, looking like he wouldn't live long, but he wasn't dead yet, and cursed in his heart.

"The person is still alive, go and check!" Ding Mocun, who had just been called away for questioning by Nan Zao Yunzi and luckily survived, gave the trembling order.

At this time, Director Ding shouted very loudly, but he was extremely scared in his heart.

Among the crowd that had just launched the surprise attack, the only one whose body was relatively intact and whose eyes were open, the man with glasses, happened to be staring at the direction where he was hiding through his broken black-framed glasses with a murderous look, giving him a feeling of oppression that he had nowhere to hide.

"What are you all standing there for? Go quickly!" Seeing the people around him cowering like snails and crawling towards the explosion site, Ding Mocun urged them again in a rage.

But no matter how he urged, everyone still moved slowly. After all, the explosion that just happened was not the first one, and who knew if there would be another explosion!

The agents at No. 76 who gathered here for promotion and wealth valued their lives very much.

"You bunch of cowards, here I come!" The man in the suit stepped out from some corner, forming a sharp contrast with his colleagues who were shrinking back.

"You guys stay with him. If the wounded need special bandaging, the Chinese may not know how to do it. Bring the stretcher over as well!" Seeing that the people from No. 76 could not be relied upon, Nanzō Yunko turned around and instructed the plainclothes officer from the Special High Technology Department beside her.

"Yes, sir, we'll be right there."

Although he was not very willing, the plainclothes officer from the Special High Technology Department who wanted to wait a while before going over still agreed as usual after receiving the order and got up to get the stretcher.

"What the hell! If I had known you were almost dead, I wouldn't have pulled the strings! You're such a disgusting person, you won't understand even if you die, you've really lived in vain!"

The man in the suit spat at Wu Xiehua's body, and then kicked the still twitching corpse hard in front of the shocked gazes of the crowd in the distance.

"Why did you kick him? He's not dead yet!" The plainclothes officer from the Special High Technology Department who came over carrying a stretcher shouted angrily.

"I really don't like him!" The man in the suit looked at the seven or eight plainclothes officers from the Special High Technology Department who surrounded him and felt that he had done a good job.

"Where is on fire on you? Why is there smoke coming out?" One of the plainclothes officers couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw the man in a suit with a weird smile on his face.

'Glasses, close your eyes!'

"BOOM!!!!!!"

.........

In a shop with broken windows all over the floor in the Shanghai International Settlement, Zhou Ke and Yokoyama Yong finally found Fatty Tu who was temporarily hiding there.

This Class A war criminal who was hanged after the war was lost was now huddled in a room behind the counter, wrapped in a suit that was too big for him.

"Thank you so much, my two friends from the Military Police Headquarters. There are probably more than just these two groups of people fighting back. If you hadn't arrived quickly, the next group would have been here by then, and we would have been unable to stop them!" A plainclothes officer who looked a little embarrassed and worked under the fat man thanked them.

"Kojima-senpai, you're here too!"

Zhou Ke saw that the middle-aged man who was reporting something to Doiyuan was Kojima Hiroichi who had provided him with the information before, so he greeted him enthusiastically.

I've been so busy lately and so many things have happened that I almost forgot about this person. He is a good source of intelligence!

"Matsuda-kun! It was you who saved us! Haha, we are really destined to meet!" Kojima Hiroichi also recognized Zhou Ke at this time, stood up and said enthusiastically.

He drank a little too much last time. Otani Jiro has already left Shanghai, and Zhang Xu didn't mention it. Kojima Hiroichi has forgotten that Zhou Ke wanted to invite him to dinner.

"I'm so sorry, I've been really busy lately. Let's have dinner together when I'm done!"

Zhou Ke said he would treat everyone to a meal, but in his heart he wanted to pull out a pistol with wireless bullets and an automatic lock, like the one Yan Shuangying used, and shoot everyone in the room in the head.

"Haha, there are indeed a lot of things going on recently and I'm very busy. We must get together when we have time. You can ask Zhang Xu to join us then." Kojima Hirokazu agreed with a smile.

Just as he was about to introduce this young and motivated officer who had left a good impression on him to the section chief beside him, Yokoyama Isamu next to Zhou Ke suddenly said, "Matsuda-kun, there's another explosion! Now I'm sure the direction is No. 76!"

"Mr. Yokoyama, you must protect Section Chief Doiyuan. I will take some people back to take a look. I will leave this place to you!" After Zhou Ke said goodbye to Kojima Hirokazu, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Please leave more manpower for us!" An untimely voice sounded in the house. It was the plainclothes officer who had just been thanked for his assistance.

"I only teach two classes!" Zhou Ke didn't bother with the man. He just said this coldly and walked out the door.

He was in no mood to stay here any longer. If it weren't for his own safety, Zhou Ke would have wanted to fly back alone to see the situation on the scene.

"Mr. Matsuda, you don't have a helmet!" Yokoyama Isamu chased out of the house.

"No need, Mr. Yokoyama, I have soldiers in my car as backup!" Zhou Ke waved his hand to refuse without looking back.

"Mr. Matsuda, be careful when you go. It's okay as long as we have the right work attitude! Your life is your own. Don't rush too fast. Hongyuan and I are counting on you to help us get rich!" Yokoyama Isamu took two quick steps to catch up with Zhou Ke, put the helmet on Zhou Ke's head with great effort, and warned him.

"Thank you, Mr. Yokoyama, you gave me the lucky helmet. Take care of yourself!" After Zhou Ke thanked him, he didn't stop and got into the car and drove towards the direction of the explosion!

"This boy is so brave! It would be great if all the soldiers in the empire were like this young man!" Fatty couldn't help but sigh as he looked through the window at the direction where Zhou Ke was leaving.

"Senior is right. There are not many imperial warriors like Matsuda-kun now!" Kojima Hirokazu rubbed his red hands and agreed as he looked at the plainclothes officer whose cheeks were covered with slap marks.