Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1024 Save My Little Juan

Yusuke Ichijo spoke calmly and naturally, without the slightest hint of emotion, as if he were simply dealing with a trivial routine matter.

Mayu Taniguchi's deep gaze lingered imperceptibly on Yusuke Ichijo's face for a moment, as if he had noticed a crack beneath that perfect smile, but he did not point it out. He simply nodded slightly with composure: "Please go ahead, Mr. Ichijo. Official business is important."

Shozo Mitsuda waved his hand dismissively and laughed drunkenly, "Ichijo, hurry back! You've got some good wine hidden here, I'm going to take this opportunity to have a few more drinks!" He seemed completely absorbed in his own world.

Taro Shigeno quickly put on a fawning smile: "You're busy, you're busy! Business is important, we'll wait for you to come back so we can continue our drinking!"

Yusuke Ichijo gave another apologetic smile, said nothing more, turned around neatly, and followed Sergeant Nishimura out of the Japanese-style room with steady steps, gently closing the door behind him.

With a soft click, the sliding door completely shut out the false warmth and noise inside.

The moment the door closed, all the smiles that Yusuke had been trying to maintain vanished from his face, replaced by a cold, gloomy atmosphere that seemed to freeze the air.

The dim, flickering light in the corridor illuminated his profile, which had instantly become sharp and sinister, a stark contrast to his gentle and refined demeanor indoors.

He no longer concealed his anger, quickening his pace towards the military police headquarters gate while confirming with Sergeant Nishimura, who was following closely behind, in a voice as cold as iron, suppressing his raging fury:

"Are you sure it's that Chinese man named Li Shouren? He's here again? And with that little girl?" Every word he spoke seemed to have been pulled from an ice cellar, carrying a chilling coldness.

"Yes, Captain!" Sergeant Nishimura followed closely behind, reporting in a low but clear voice, his tone tense, "Yes! They're right outside the gate! They've been detained by the curfew patrol!"

The girl... her condition is terrible, covered in blood, and it looks... she's dying! I've ordered my men to restrain them to prevent a commotion.

"Baka!" Yusuke Ichijo let out a low, beast-like curse from deep in his throat, and his pace suddenly quickened.

Anger and violent emotions, stemming from the disruption of his plans, rapidly accumulated and surged within him like a volcano.

The biting wind outside was like an invisible punch, hitting him hard in the face and instantly blowing away the warmth and faint aroma of sake that clung to him. It also made his slightly relaxed nerves, which were relaxed due to a bit of a buzz, suddenly tense up.

The cold air rushed into my lungs, bringing a sharp, awakening sensation.

I walked briskly through the dim light and shadow under the dormitory corridor, the soles of my leather shoes striking the stone pavement with a rapid, crisp, and distinctly irritating echo that carried far in the quiet night.

As Yusuke Ichijo strode up the steps to the front courtyard of the military police headquarters, the scene before him made him suddenly stop in his tracks.

On the empty concrete ground in the front yard, several searchlights cast stark white beams that swept across the area, exposing everything to their merciless light.

The cold wind whipped up snow and dust from the ground, swirling it around.

Two heavily armed military policemen, like two cold sculptures, supported a swaying figure on either side; it was Li Shouren.

Li Shouren's condition was even more miserable than Ichijo Yusuke had imagined.

His body was covered in mud and snow, his tattered cotton-padded coat was torn in many places, revealing dark gray cotton wadding, his face was a mixture of blue and purple, and the corner of his mouth was cracked with congealed dark red scabs.

Seemingly having used up his last bit of strength, Li Shouren trembled and clumsily untied the coarse cloth straps wrapped around his chest to secure his back.

His movements were trembling violently from the cold, fear, and weakness, and he nearly tripped over himself several times.

The cloth strip seemed to be tied in a knot, and he tore at it in vain, his throat emitting hoarse, wheezing sounds like a broken bellows.

Finally, with a "snap," the cloth strip was torn off, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, but he staggered due to the sudden loss of support and almost fell to his knees.

He hurriedly bent down and, with extreme care and almost reverence, gently, gently placed the small, pitifully thin body, tightly wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded coat, that he had been carrying on his back, onto the cold, icy cement ground.

It was as if it were not a person, but a rare treasure that could be broken at the slightest touch.

After putting down his daughter, Li Shouren felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Ignoring the excruciating pain from his knees hitting the ground, he immediately began frantically slamming his forehead against the hard, cold ground, producing a series of dull, thumping sounds that sent shivers down one's spine.

His forehead was instantly covered in mud and melted snow, mixed with blood seeping from his previous wounds, leaving him in a mess.

He raised his face, and with all his might, let out a heart-wrenching, almost inhuman wail towards the dark entrance of the command building:

"Sir! Sir! Please have mercy! Help! Save my child! Save my Xiaojuan!"

The voice was hoarse and desperate, piercing the cold night sky with the mournful cry of a dying beast, echoing in the empty courtyard and moving all who heard it.

Yusuke Ichijo stood on the high steps, looking down at the scene.

The cold wind lifted the hem of his military overcoat, making it flutter loudly.

His gaze first swept coldly over Li Shouren, who was kowtowing repeatedly, as if he were looking at an ant.

Then, his gaze moved down and precisely locked onto the small figure placed on the ground, Xiao Juan.

The harsh white light of the searchlight mercilessly illuminated Xiao Juan's appearance at that moment.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, her lips were a horrifying bluish-purple, her eyes were tightly closed, and tiny frost flowers clung to her long eyelashes.

Thin, dark red streaks of blood were constantly and slowly seeping from the corners of her mouth, nostrils, and even her ears, which looked particularly jarring against her pale skin.

Her thin body was wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded coat, but one could still see an unnatural stiffness and limpness, devoid of life.

Just one day later! When he saw her yesterday, the little girl, though frightened and somewhat injured, was still relatively intact and worth "repairing." Now, she has become this pitiful sight, like a tattered doll!

A "buzz" sound!

An uncontrollable, raging anger, like a volcanic eruption, suddenly shot from the soles of Yusuke's feet straight to the top of his head!

His pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints! The veins on his forehead throbbed!

The carefully planned "gift," which was considered an important "investment," has been ruined to such an extent in such a short time!

This is not just a disruption of plans, but a blatant provocation and trampling on Yusuke's authority and vision!