Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1121 I naturally trust you to handle things.

As she spoke, Yu Xiuning said with a hint of relief, "Fortunately, we didn't rashly integrate all the transportation lines left by Chen Gongshu back then."

Chen Gongshu's previous actions were too aggressive; many transportation lines have already attracted the attention of the Japanese. If we had taken over them all, we probably would have had to relocate now, without even a safe place to settle down. Sigh...

Chen Ming sighed, his face heavy: "That's all we can do. I hope Wang Fugui is tough and can withstand the torture. I hope he doesn't bring shame to our Military Intelligence Bureau or implicate our brothers."

He picked up the sunflower seeds on the table and started cracking them open again, but the ease on his face was gone, and his eyes were full of worry.

He muttered to himself as he ate, "Speaking of which, life in the Japanese-occupied area was truly inhuman. We lived in constant fear, and even at night we had to sleep with one eye open, terrified that the Japanese would come knocking on our door."

We also had to outwit and outmaneuver the Japanese and traitors; the slightest carelessness could cost us our heads.

Sometimes I really want to go back to my hometown, find a secluded place, and live a peaceful life farming, never having to suffer like this again.

Looking at his exhausted appearance, Yu Xiuning's gaze softened, and she stopped sewing. She said softly, "That day will come."

Once we drive the Japanese out and win the war of resistance, we'll go back to our hometown.

"When the time comes, we'll buy a few acres of land, build a small yard, plant some flowers and grass, you do the farming, I'll raise the chickens, and maybe a few ducks. We'll never have to live this life of constant danger again."

"Great! It's settled then!" Chen Ming's eyes lit up, as if he could already see that warm and peaceful scene. The worry on his face vanished, and he said excitedly, "When the time comes, I'll buy you a rickshaw. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you!"

"With your strength, you think you can pull a rickshaw?" Yu Xiuning was amused by him, her eyes and brows filled with laughter. "In the end, I might be the one pulling you!"

The atmosphere in the room finally eased, the tension and solemnity from before disappeared, replaced by a warm feeling.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the floor and warming the two of them.

But they all knew in their hearts that this warmth was only temporary. The storms of the Japanese-occupied zone were still waiting for them. The mission of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Tianjin Station was not yet complete. They still had to continue to survive in this Tianjin, surrounded by wolves and tigers, relying on their own wisdom and courage, and silently contributing their strength to the victory of the War of Resistance.

Not long after, hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate, followed by the creaking sound of the gate opening, and then a loud voice called out: "Eldest brother, sister-in-law, I'm back!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bangchui rushed into the house.

He was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, which was covered in dust. His hair was disheveled by the wind, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he was panting heavily, clearly having run a long way.

Chen Ming looked up at him and said irritably, "Why are you running? You're running like you're being chased by a dog, all flustered and panicked."

"How's it going? Has everyone been moved? I told you, this is no joke; I have to personally confirm everything, and there can't be the slightest mistake."

Bangchui wiped the sweat from his face, then casually wiped it on his cotton-padded jacket, panting heavily as he said, "Don't worry, boss! Everything's arranged!"

I personally went to our previous contact points. First, I left the transfer code and new contact address at the dead mail box, and then I gave the emergency code to Lao Liu, who was in charge of the personnel left behind by the original station chief Chen.

He paused, swallowed, and continued, "I hid and observed for a long time, and watched with my own eyes as Old Liu took the letter, and then he immediately arranged for his men to move it!"

As you instructed, I found them several secluded alleys and farmhouses in the suburbs—places rarely visited and unlikely to be discovered. The addresses are written in the letter.

“I also paid special attention to it. The brothers over there were all quite obedient. Knowing that the situation was urgent, they didn’t dare to run around recklessly. They all followed the arrangements in the letter and moved in an orderly manner without any chaos.”

Bangchui patted his chest and said smugly, "Don't worry, I'm absolutely reliable when I get things done!"

"That's good." Chen Ming nodded, a look of relief on his face, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease: "It's good that nothing went wrong."

By the way, did you encounter any unusual situations? For example, were you targeted by Japanese or collaborators, or did you see any suspicious people?

"No, no! Absolutely not!" Bangchui shook his head vigorously, his tone certain: "I was very careful the whole way, deliberately choosing secluded paths to avoid crowded places and Japanese sentries."

I even changed my clothes, smeared some ash on my face, and pretended to be a scavenger, so no one noticed me.

Don't you trust me to handle things? I certainly didn't let anyone see me, and I didn't expose my whereabouts!

Looking at his confident expression, Chen Ming added, "I naturally trust you to handle things."

But we still need to be careful. There are Japanese spies everywhere in Tianjin now. The more cautious we are, the safer we will be.

By the way, did you get any information from the puppet regime? Did those janitors say anything useful?

When this was mentioned, Bangchui's smug expression faded a bit. He scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Boss, I haven't had a chance to go find those handymen yet."

"Don't worry, I've already made plans with them. I'll go over for drinks with them first thing tomorrow morning, and while we're drinking, I'll slowly try to get some information out of them. I'm sure I'll be able to find out some useful details."

“Okay, let’s go tomorrow then.” Chen Ming nodded and didn’t say anything more. “You’ve been running all the way and you must be tired. Go down and rest for a while, have some water and something to eat.”

When you go tomorrow, be careful not to be too eager for quick results. Those handymen are all small fry, very timid. Don't scare them; you won't get any information out of them otherwise.

"Got it, boss!" Bangchui nodded vigorously, a smile spreading across his face. "Then I'll go down and rest now. I promise to complete the mission tomorrow!" He turned and walked out of the house.

After the mallet left, the room returned to calm.

Chen Ming picked up the melon seeds on the table again, but lost interest in cracking them. He just stared blankly at the charcoal fire in the brazier.

Looking at him, Yu Xiuning knew that he was still thinking about weapons and eliminating traitors, so she didn't say much. She just silently picked up her needle and thread and continued embroidering. The embroidery needle on her fingertips moved through the fabric, and every stitch carried her expectations for the future.

The charcoal fire in the brazier gradually weakened, and the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Chen Ming stood up, walked to the charcoal brazier, added a few more pieces of charcoal, and the sparks started flying again, making the room a little warmer.