Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1001 Sharing the Patriarch's Worries

However, Li Shouren's sudden appearance was like a thunderclap, completely shattering his carefully woven wishful thinking.

The girl he thought had died in the war was not a helpless orphan; she had a living father who clearly loved her deeply!

The father, kneeling humbly before him, cried and struggled with the very kind of primitive and "low-level" emotion that he despised most, trying to take back his child and shattering Yusuke's entire plan.

Yusuke Ichijo's face was so dark it could drip water, his anger and frustration intertwined.

The image of the "savior" he painstakingly cultivated appears so ridiculous and fragile in the face of this humble father's most instinctive familial affection.

His "work," which he regarded as a chess piece, also encountered the most unexpected variable: emotional entanglement.

This gave him a feeling of being offended and angry, as well as a strong sense of unease that the plan was slipping out of control.

A cold, calculating mind began to race once more in the depths of his eyes; he had to find a solution immediately to salvage the situation.

Several black cars and sidecar motorcycles came to an abrupt stop in front of the military police station, their tires screeching as they rolled over the gravel road, breaking the stillness in the air.

The train door opened, and several senior military police officers stepped out of the carriage with a brisk pace. Their leather boots made a dull but clear echo as they stepped on the cold ground.

It was Lieutenant Colonel Shunsuke Nakamura, Lieutenant Ken Nakagawa, and Lieutenant Shoma Mitsuda who had just led their troops to Nanjing.

They were clearly drawn to the unusual scene at the doorway: a Chinese civilian collapsed on the ground, crying alongside a little girl.

“Hey! I’ll say it!” Mitsuda Shoma was the first to speak. He had his usual slightly cynical smile on his face. He took a few steps to Ichijo Yusuke’s side, nudged him lightly with his elbow, and his eyes curiously scanned back and forth between the crying father and daughter and Ichijo’s gloomy face.

"What kind of show is this? A touching drama about a father and daughter reuniting?"

"I didn't expect you to have the time to do this? Where did you pick up this little girl?" His tone was full of friendly banter. Although the occasion seemed serious, the habit of teasing each other between friends was naturally revealed.

Yusuke Ichijo frowned, glared at Mitsuda with annoyance, but did not answer immediately.

At this moment, Shunsuke Nakamura also came over. He was the highest-ranking, oldest, and most composed person among them.

Instead of making direct jokes like Mitsuda, he first carefully surveyed the scene.

Li Shouren, who was being escorted by military police and looked like a madman, was tightly hugging his father. Xiao Juan was crying her heart out, and Youjie's face was clearly full of troubles and calculations.

Nakamura sighed softly, his tone tinged with helplessness and concern, more like an officer questioning a trusted subordinate who had gotten into trouble: "Ichijo, what happened? The entrance is a mess, all chaotic. What's the deal with these two?"

“Yes, Ichijo-kun.” Taniguchi Mayu also spoke up, his gaze shifting between the bandage on Koyasu’s forehead and Ichijo Yusuke: “This girl… what happened? How did things get to this point?”

Even Ken Nakagawa, who is usually short-tempered and in a bad mood because he was previously confined by Matsui Iwane, frowned and leaned closer, lowering his voice to say, "Hey, Ichijo, clean things up, don't cause any trouble."

Although the words were blunt, they conveyed a straightforward concern that only friends would have.

Faced with a barrage of questions and teasing from his friends, Yusuke Ichijo knew he couldn't hide it anymore, nor was there any need to conceal it completely.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone calm, but the agitation was still faintly discernible: "It's nothing serious. That Chinese girl was someone I rescued a few days ago from some fleeing soldiers who were bloodthirsty and wanted to practice bayonet drills on living people."

He first clarified his "righteous act" and its legitimacy.

"Seeing that she was injured and helpless, we brought her back to the army doctor for treatment."

"Oh? It's just as simple as healing the injury?" Mitsuda Shoma immediately seized the opportunity, winking and deliberately exaggerating in his tone, "And then? Overwhelmed with affection, you're planning to keep it by your side as a 'little toy'?"

Honestly, this flavor is a bit... too unique, isn't it?

"You're such a young child... tsk tsk, if General Takasaki finds out, he'll probably invite you back for a 'tea' chat!" He emphasized "little gadget" and "tea," his smile becoming increasingly mischievous.

These words prompted Kenji Nakagawa to chuckle, and even the usually composed Nakamura and Taniguchi shook their heads slightly, revealing expressions of bewilderment.

"Mitsuta! Shut your stinking mouth!" Yusuke Ichijo was genuinely annoyed this time. He interrupted his friend's nonsense with a sharp voice, glanced at his colleagues, cleared his throat, and deliberately lowered his voice: "What are you thinking!"

Am I that kind of person? I'm doing this for the general's sake!

Think about it, the general's sister, Miss Huizi, has never had a truly caring person of similar age who has been trained since childhood to serve her.

Generals are busy with countless affairs of state. Shouldn't we, as their subordinates, be more mindful of these family matters?

Since the general has accepted Miss Huizi as his younger sister, then Miss Huizi is a noble lady of the Takasaki family. How could she not have a personal maidservant to serve her?

I saw that this girl was young, had a decent appearance, and most importantly, had no family ties, so I planned to recommend her to the general.

After pausing for a moment, Yusuke Ichijo observed everyone's reactions and continued to explain, "I brought this girl back and trained her properly. In the future, I will send her to Miss Keiko's side to be a close maid. Isn't that a hundred times better than leaving her to fend for herself in this place?"

This is a good way out for her too. She's all alone and, being Chinese, would never dare to harbor any other feelings for Miss Huizi. Don't forget, Miss Huizi is missing an arm...

It's nothing now, but when she gets older, she'll probably care a lot about how others treat her... I mean well."

He elevated his actions to the level of "sharing the burdens of the head of the household".

Sure enough, the moment Huizi was mentioned, the playful expressions of the group subsided considerably.

Shunsuke Nakamura nodded thoughtfully: "I see." This reason, given by Yusuke, did indeed sound like "acting out of kindness."

Shozo Mitsuda also pursed his lips. Although he stopped teasing, he still muttered under his breath, "That sounds nice, but who knows what you're really thinking... However, as for Keiko... it's not a bad excuse."

Taniguchi Mayu, being more pragmatic, pointed to Li Shouren, who was still kneeling on the ground, embracing and weeping with his daughter, and asked, "Now that this father has suddenly appeared, what do you plan to do?"

Your "well-intentioned arrangement" is likely to fall through.