Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1127 Yamada Iwao 9

Reiko leaned back in the car's soft leather seat and slowly closed her eyes.

The car's heater was on full blast, dispelling the harsh cold outside.

"Miss, shall we return to Takasaki Trading Company?"

"Let's go to the South Manchuria Railway Tianjin office first." Reiko suddenly opened her eyes, the trace of fatigue in her eyes instantly replaced by sharpness, and she said in a deep voice to the driver in the front seat.

"Hi, Miss!" The driver and attendant sent by the Takasaki family to be in charge of Reiko's travels responded respectfully, his tone filled with undisguised awe.

He dared not delay for a moment, and immediately turned the steering wheel slightly to smoothly turn the car around and head towards the South Manchuria Railway Tianjin Office.

The car drove for about fifteen minutes on the snow-covered streets before entering the core area of ​​the Japanese concession.

The streets here are wider, the snow has been cleared clean, and the streetlights on both sides are adorned with Japanese lanterns, which glow with a warm yellow light against the backdrop of the white snow.

Not far away, a three-story Western-style red brick building came into view; it was the Tianjin office of the South Manchuria Railway Company.

The building has a neat and imposing exterior, with Roman columns supporting the portico. A gilded wooden plaque hangs at the entrance, clearly written in Japanese and Chinese: "Tianjin Office of South Manchuria Railway Company." The calligraphy is vigorous and exudes an unquestionable authority.

Two South Manchuria Railway security guards, dressed in dark blue uniforms, stood at the entrance with pistols at their waists, their postures upright, their eyes warily scanning the passing vehicles and pedestrians.

The car came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps in front of the office. The driver immediately opened the car door, quickly walked around to the back seat, and respectfully opened the car door for Lingzi, while placing his hand above the door to prevent Lingzi from bumping her head.

"Miss, please get off the bus."

Lingzi nodded slightly and got out of the car.

"Hello, Miss Sakura!"

Lingzi had been here before, and many people knew her.

Moreover, Fujita Sakurako, the maid of General Takasaki of the Military Police Headquarters, can be said to be a taboo figure among all Japanese people in Tianjin at present.

The maidservants of the Takasaki family's young master, the shogun, would be severely beaten if they were to neglect him or even just casually utter a few words of criticism, should the military police overhear them.

And unfortunately, some people at the South Manchuria Railway Tianjin office were taken away by the military police the very next day just because Reiko showed a hint of appreciation during her first visit, and they haven't returned yet.

So the two security guards at the gate recognized Lingzi at a glance. They straightened their backs immediately, then bowed deeply in unison, their eyes full of respect. They didn't dare to look at Lingzi or show any other expression.

They didn't see any military police patrolling in the distance. When they saw Reiko get off the car here, they quietly moved closer, seemingly there to protect her.

How could the South Manchuria Railway security personnel not be terrified?

Lingzi simply nodded slightly, said nothing, and continued walking inside without stopping.

The shoes made a crisp, rhythmic sound as they stepped on the polished marble floor of the office lobby, standing out prominently in the bustling hall.

The lobby was bustling with people, mostly Japanese office workers in sharp suits. They carried documents and hurried between offices, their faces showing busy and serious expressions.

Occasionally, when employees noticed Lingzi, they would stop and stand to the side, bowing slightly in greeting, until Lingzi had passed before daring to continue.

In this South Manchuria Railway office, Fujita Sakurako's status was like a golden signboard; she could enjoy the highest level of courtesy without needing to say much.

Reiko walked directly to the front desk in the center of the lobby. The receptionist was a young woman in a light blue uniform, with impeccable makeup and impeccable manners. Upon seeing Reiko approach, she immediately stood up and bowed slightly: "Miss, how can I help you?"

"I'm looking for your director, Yamada Iwakuro." Reiko's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

Upon hearing this, the receptionist's expression stiffened slightly, and she quickly and respectfully replied, "Okay, Miss Sakura, please wait a moment."

She dared not delay in the slightest, immediately picked up the phone on the table, and quickly dialed the internal line to the director's office.

After the call connected, she lowered her voice and reported respectfully, glancing at Reiko every now and then, afraid of saying the wrong word. After finishing the report, she hung up the phone and bowed to Reiko again, saying, "Miss Sakurako, Director Yamada will be coming down to greet you shortly."

"No need, I know where the office is." Lingzi replied, then turned and walked with her driver/attendant toward the stairs in the corner of the lobby.

The corridor on the third floor was remarkably quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling atmosphere of the first floor.

The corridor was covered with a thick, dark red carpet, so soft that you could barely hear a sound when you stepped on it.

The walls were adorned with Japanese paintings and a map of the South Manchuria Railway Company's operations. The soft lighting created a solemn and somber atmosphere.

Before I even reached the office door at the very end of the corridor, I heard hurried footsteps coming from inside. Then, the office door was suddenly pulled open.

A middle-aged man in a dark gray suit strode out. His hair was neatly combed and slicked back with hair oil. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were full of urgency.

His suit was perfectly pressed and his tie was neatly tied; he was clearly a man who paid great attention to his appearance.

This person was none other than Yamada Iwakuro, the director of the South Manchuria Railway Tianjin Office.

He had just received a call from the front desk informing him that Fujita Sakurako had come to his door in person, which startled him so much that he almost jumped out of his office chair.

The Takasaki family behind Fujita Sakurako commanded respect from everyone, not just a small-time director of the South Manchuria Railway's Tianjin office, but even high-ranking officials within the railway.

Now that Miss Sakura has come to my door in person, it can't be a trivial matter. If I'm even slightly negligent, I'm afraid I'll lose my position as director.

As soon as Yamada Iwakuro stepped out of his office, he saw Reiko walking down the corridor.

His heart tightened, and he immediately suppressed his eagerness, quickly walking forward. His steps were somewhat flustered due to his haste, and he almost tripped.

He quickly steadied himself, stopping a few steps away from Lingzi. Then he abruptly stood still, bending at a perfect 90-degree angle, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his fingers pressed tightly against the seams of his pants, not daring to even breathe.

"Miss Fujita Sakurako, hello! Hello!" Yamada Iwakuro's voice trembled slightly, yet was filled with utmost respect: "Yamada Iwakuro, welcome Miss Sakurako!"

"It is truly an honor for our humble office to have you visit us at the South Manchuria Railway Tianjin Office!" His forehead almost touched the carpet in front of him, and he remained motionless in his bowed posture, his eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to raise his head even slightly.

He knew that he had to show absolute humility in front of the Takasaki family, as any arrogance could bring about his destruction.