Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1209 Your safety is of paramount importance

Chen Gongshu and the others were taken away, and Terauchi Hisaichi's gaze swept over the chaotic scene one last time.

The air was still filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and a faint stench of blood, mixed with the biting winter wind, which entered the nostrils and brought a chilling desolation.

On the ground, the bodies of the Kuomintang agents had been hastily covered with white sheets by the military police, but the hideous outlines could still be seen beneath the sheets. Scattered bullet casings gleamed with a cold metallic luster on the cold cement floor, and the bullet holes on the walls were densely packed, like silent accusations, telling the story of the terrifying attack that had just taken place.

Raising his hand, Terauchi Hisaichi nodded slightly to Okabe Naosaburo beside him: "Okabe-kun, I entrust all matters on site to you."

Every corner must be thoroughly searched, any remaining traitors must be apprehended, the number of casualties must be tallied, and the frightened entourage and puppet government officials must be reassured.

Furthermore, immediately seal off the area, strictly prohibiting any unauthorized personnel from entering or leaving. All information must be personally reviewed by me before being released to the outside world; absolutely no word of this can be leaked, understand?

Seeing the look Terauchi Hisaichi gave him, Okabe Naosaburo immediately straightened his back, put his feet together, and bowed to Terauchi Hisaichi.

"Yes, sir! Please rest assured, Commander, I will not fail in my mission and will handle the situation properly without any mistakes!"

Terauchi Hisashi nodded without saying anything more, then turned to Zhou Zhengqing beside him: "Takuto, let's go, let's go to the hospital for a full check-up first."

Even the smallest wound should not be ignored; after all, your safety is of paramount importance.

Zhou Zhengqing did not refuse and nodded slightly: "I will follow Uncle's arrangements."

Soon, they arrived at the army hospital.

The inspection was completed approximately one hour later.

Hisaichi Terauchi suffered a simple pulmonary contusion, which is the mildest case. The blast wave caused minor contusions to the lungs, which is why he coughed up blood. He did not require hospitalization.

Zhou Zhengqing, on the other hand, was much better. In the doctor's words, "General Takasaki, after a comprehensive examination, there is nothing seriously wrong with your body. You were just a little frightened and a bit nervous. You will recover after a period of rest and do not need any treatment."

Upon hearing this, Terauchi Hisaichi finally felt relieved. He nodded and softened his tone, "Takuto, it seems we are all very lucky and are all alright."

Zhou Zhengqing put down his water glass, stood up, nodded slightly to Terauchi Hisaichi, and smiled calmly: "Yes, Uncle, we are very lucky. Perhaps, it is heaven that is also looking after us and the great cause of the empire."

Terauchi Hisaichi burst into laughter, his loud laughter breaking the silence in the ward and dispelling the lingering tension and unease in his heart: "Hahaha, Takuto-kun is right, Heaven will surely favor our Great Japanese Empire and our holy war cause."

Alright, since the checkup is fine, let's not waste any more time here. Let's head back to the Beiping Hotel immediately; that's where we should be now. There are still many things waiting for us to take care of.

Zhou Zhengqing nodded slightly, without any objection. He knew that Terauchi Hisaichi must have figured out his intention in killing Wang Kemin in public, and now it was time to make it clear.

The convoy slowly drove away from the Army Hospital and sped off towards the Beiping Hotel.

This time, the security along the route was even tighter than before, with military police and special agents standing guard at every intersection, carefully checking passing vehicles and pedestrians, for fear of any further assassination attempts.

The car drove smoothly through the streets and soon arrived at the outskirts of the Beiping Hotel.

Following the attack, the Beiping Hotel has now become a heavily guarded fortress, a stark contrast to its previous prosperity and tranquility.

The hotel was surrounded by guards every three steps and sentries every five steps. Countless fully armed military police and special agents were deployed in every corner, making it difficult for even a suspicious fly to get in.

The streets, where people used to occasionally pass by, had long been dispersed by the military police, leaving only empty streets and solemn guards. A tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air, making it hard to breathe.

In front of the Beiping Hotel, several heavy machine guns were placed, their muzzles pointed at the street ahead. Several military policemen were lying behind the machine guns, vigilantly on guard, their fingers tightly on the triggers, ready to deal with any possible emergencies.

The colorful lights and decorations that used to hang on the hotel walls have now been removed and replaced by vigilant guards who lie on the highest points of the walls, scanning the surroundings from above, forming an impenetrable defensive line.

As Zhou Zhengqing and Terauchi Hisaichi's car slowly drove up to the entrance of the Beiping Hotel, Matsui Ryosuke immediately stepped forward. Upon seeing Terauchi Hisaichi and Zhou Zhengqing inside the car, he straightened his back, put his feet together, and bowed.

"General! The outer perimeter security is normal; no suspicious persons have been found!"

Zhou Zhengqing slightly raised his hand, his tone calm: "Yes, continue to strengthen vigilance, there can be absolutely no slackening!"

"Hi!" Matsui Ryosuke replied respectfully, then quickly stepped aside to open the car door for Zhou Zhengqing.

Upon returning to the suite, Masaki Yamaya and his entourage, along with Terauchi Hisaichi's adjutant and guards, tactfully remained in the corridor outside the door and did not follow them inside.

They knew that what Terauchi Hisaichi and Zhou Zhengqing were about to discuss was something extremely confidential, and they could not and dared not be present.

Qi gently closed the wooden door with a soft click, isolating the room from everything inside and outside. Only Zhou Zhengqing and Terauchi Hisaichi remained in the room.

The suite is spacious, divided into several areas including a living room, study, and bedroom, with a reasonable and well-arranged layout.

In the center of the living room, there is a set of luxurious genuine leather sofas. The sofas are dark brown, soft and comfortable. In front of the sofas is an exquisite marble coffee table, on which are placed some fresh fruits and snacks.

On one side of the living room, there is a huge fireplace with a roaring fire inside. The flames leap and crackle, dispelling the cold outside and adding warmth and coziness to the entire room.

Above the fireplace hangs a huge oil painting depicting a vast grassland with herds of cattle and sheep, and distant mountain ranges. The painting is magnificent and beautiful, creating a wonderful harmony with the luxury of the room.

On the other side of the living room is a huge wine cabinet, dark brown in color, echoing the color of the sofa. The glass doors of the wine cabinet are engraved with exquisite patterns. Inside the cabinet, there are all kinds of fine wines, including whiskey, brandy, red wine, white wine, and so on, a dazzling array of everything.