"Baga, Nishika-kun, your police station is becoming more and more incompetent. Last night, another fire exchange occurred in the TPG area, right?

There was also the Ginza fire some time ago, and Tokyo became a battlefield. If this continues, I would better go to Mito to avoid it first."

Lin Fuyilang talked about his friend drunkenly. This person was his childhood friend and a child of an official. He was in a high position at a young age.

Because of his famous family and willingness to spend money, he is well-informed in the Metropolitan Police Department, there is nothing in Tokyo that can hide from him.

"Oh, this matter..."

The young man named Xigang smiled bitterly. Can they blame him? Who do they usually catch? At most, they are robbers who slip through doors and locks.

But now, who is a professional intelligence officer who shoots every time, and is fierce in his style, and he will not leave any survivors if he takes action.

The problem is that these cases are top secrets, and people from the General Staff repeatedly instructed not to disclose them, and he didn't know how to explain them to his good friends.

"Xigang, isn't it convenient to say?"

While talking, Lin Fuyilang walked to the toilet and asked shakingly. His tone was obviously a little unhappy, and he had a very noble temper.

As the heir of the Count, the old Tokyo Masao Banner and the viscount of the Great Japanese Empire, his attitude can influence many people and many things.

Xigang's expression changed slightly. He looked around and whispered after he put the water on it: "I'll tell you only this matter, so you must not leak it."

"Of course, I'm notoriously tight-lipped, I just want to know what's wrong with Tokyo's public security." Lin Fuichiro patted his chest and promised.

"All right."

Xigang felt that the Viscount of the Empire had the right to know something, so he spoke: "The Ginza fire and yesterday's shooting are all related to spies.

The second department of the Army General Staff Headquarters, which is the Intelligence Department. They captured many agents of the Republic of China, and we just helped from the side.

Don't worry, that time in Ginza, more than 20 Chinese people died in operation, and last night they were killed and two more injured, so they were unable to cause trouble again."

"Nani? Spy?"

Lin Fuyilang exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth, thinking quickly in his mind that no one among the arrested people knew their existence.

If that's the case, it would be bad. The damn General Staff Headquarters, why did these Army Malu live well, so why did they go to capture agents of the Republic of China?

And how did they know how to find the Chinese. It was not someone he looked down on the military, and the other party would never have such great ability.

Thinking of this question, Lin Fuyilang pretended to be disdainful: "Ah, it's really surprising. When will the Ministry of Internal Affairs listen to the orders of the Army?

Could it be that you found someone, the reckless men came to grab the credit, the police chose to obey just a few years after the Osaka Tenji incident."

He skillfully urged the fire and provoked the relationship between the military and police. After saying this, Xigang would definitely not be able to help but tell the inside story.

Because the Tenjiu incident had too much shadow on the police, in the eighth year of Showa (1933), Masaichi Nakamura of the 8th Infantry Regiment of the 4th Division of the Army went out to watch movies on holidays.

When the other party walked to the intersection of Tenjinbashiguchi 6, Tengme Tsukiyoshi, Kita-ku, Osaka, he ignored the red signal and crossed the road because the bus blocked his sight.

This scene was seen by the Osaka Prefecture police who were on duty here at the time. The police immediately used the electric microphone to shout and drink, and took him to the Tenruentin Police Station in the jurisdiction.

Masaichi Nakamura believed that professional soldiers could only obey the military police and had no obligation to obey the police's arrangements. In an impulse, Masaichi Nakamura had a fight with the police who arrested him.

The former was beaten by the police, and the tympanic membrane damage took three weeks to treat, while the latter was not uncomfortable. The serious injury to the lower lip also required one week to treat. This is a big deal.

The incident reached the nearby military police team, and the military police team immediately dispatched people to the branch police station to "take" Masaichi Nakamura from the police, but in fact they snatched it back.

Two hours later, the Gendarmerie issued a special statement on the matter, which probably means that the police insulted the Imperial soldiers in military uniforms so much in public, and the matter was never finished.

This laid the groundwork for the expansion of the subsequent events.

At the same time, both parties involved had their own opinions. The police were beaten and emphasized that Masato Nakamura ignored the signal and beat people first. Masato Nakamura refuted that he did not run the red light and did not hit people.

The ubiquitous Japanese media also fanned the flames and even set up columns in newspapers to encourage Japanese people to vote, support the army or the police.

The Chief of Staff of the 4th Division, who was in trouble, said that this matter was not a matter of a soldier or a policeman, but a major event related to the military's prestige, and the police should apologize for this.

The head of the Osaka police officer was not willing to be outdone and made a tit-for-tat statement that the army was the army of the locust, and the police were also the police of the locust, and they had no need to apologize.

The matter became more and more serious. The old friends of the 4th Division, Shouichi Deanuchi and the governor of Osaka Prefecture, broke up due to this, and both sides sought help from the backstage behind each other.

Needless to say, the then Army Minister believed that the reputation of the army was indeed damaged, and it was not enough to apologize to the police station in the area. It was only possible to apologize to the Osaka Prefecture Police Department.

On the other hand, the Secretary of the House and the Chief of Police in charge of police stressed that no matter how much pressure your army's red deer puts, there is no door for us to apologize.

In fact, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which stands on the police side, is far higher than the Ministry of Army in terms of power. Among many central government agencies, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has a saying that it is in the organs.

The police and security bureau cadres under their jurisdiction are mostly outstanding graduates of the Law Department of Imperial University of Tokyo. As internal affairs bureaucrats, they have great connections and power in the cabinet.

But power does not mean that speaking is effective.

After all, the other party is holding a gun.

Anyway, the military and police fought each other and no one could get the advantage. The lawsuit was directly fought to the top level, and both sides also made enough effort to try to wear small shoes for the other party.

The military secretly sent a military policeman to track the beaten policeman, and the police also arranged for criminal police to follow Masaichi Nakamura, and then both sides found that there were problems with their respective targets.

First of all, the police beaten police did not match the name of the household registration. As for Masaichi Nakamura, a habitual criminal who often violated traffic regulations, neither of these two guys are good things.

At the end of the incident, Tianluo had to come forward to mediate himself, and the result was that the witness "deathed suicide". The parties involved shook hands and made peace. The police pinched their noses and admitted their mistakes.

In fact, when the Tenji Incident occurred, there was a serious military and police friction incident in Osaka. The Matsushima Incident in the Meiji era was a conflict between soldiers and police.

From the initial few people punched the turtle, it turned into a battle between 1,400 soldiers and 600 policemen, killing 2 people and injuring more than 50 people, and the same ended with the police admitting their defeat.

Therefore, the military and the police have many conflicts.

It can be said that it is a great bitterness and a deep hatred.

Sure enough, when Xigang heard Lin Fuyilang talk about the Tianliu incident, his face was wrong at the time. He suppressed his anger and snorted coldly and told the inside story.

"It's not that we obey the military's orders, it's a decision at the cabinet meeting. The Ministry of Internal Affairs and the police must cooperate and have nothing to do with the Ministry of Army.

I don’t know where they received detailed information, and Malu cannot perform non-military missions alone in Tokyo, so we can only accompany them.

It took only one day from the beginning to the action. Even if the police wanted to arrest people in advance, they could not do it, and there was no time to react.

In order to arrest those damn Chinese, several criminal police officers died in our police station, all of whom were shot in the head and didn't even have to be sent to the hospital.

But when the battle ends, the military immediately takes away the enemy's corpses and prisoners. It's really abominable. This revenge will be avenged one day."

"Oh, that's it."

After hearing this, Lin Fuyilang nodded and patted the other party's shoulder sympathetically: "It doesn't matter, the military is now in a big way, so it is wise to bow your head temporarily.

Not to mention the police, even my father's Manchu Iron is about to be controlled by the Kwantung Army. This is the empire's major policy, not something you and I can decide.

Besides, they can grab the credit, why can't you get it back? Do the Madei dare to shoot? This is Tokyo, not Osaka."

He gave a thoughtful suggestion that the Lin Fu family, who regarded Mantis as the object in his pocket, had long disliked the military that was reaching out.

If we can take the opportunity to make the military and police conflict, it may be a good thing. Maybe it can also help his father, Count Lin Fu, make a profit from it.

"This matter is not that simple."

But Xigang shook his head when he heard this and said helplessly: "The Police Security Bureau had thought about doing this, but the bodies and prisoners were placed in the General Staff Headquarters by the military.

We can't publicly attack the army organs, that's not a private conflict between the two sides. Besides, there are many fully armed soldiers there.

Forget it, let’s not talk about these disappointing things, let’s leave the big guys’ affairs to deal with. Lin Fujun, let’s continue drinking and having fun.”

“Haha, right.”

"Don't go home if you don't get drunk."

Lin Fuyilang's eyes rolled, and he laughed and hugged the other person and walked towards the seat. The colorful lights shone on his face, making him look a little weird.

With the company of fine wine and beauty, time flies very quickly. When they were helped out of the nightclub by their subordinates, it was already the morning of the next day.

The two hugged each other and each got into a luxury car and left. Half an hour later, one of them drove into a Japanese-style manor in Songtao District where the nobles gathered.

When the car stopped, Lin Fuyilang, who was resting in the back row, opened his eyes and said to the driver and bodyguard: "You go and rest first, I will send a telegram to my father."

"Hayi."

The driver and the bodyguard responded with their heads down, and then left without looking back. The big family has many rules. If you want to survive, you must learn to shut up.

Lin Fuyilang watched them leave, pushed open the car door and walked into the house. He came to a small room, took out the key and opened the door.

After entering the door, he closed the door and turned on the lights. There was only a table and chair in the room, and a high-power military radio station was placed on the table.

He checked vigilantly for any eavesdropping equipment in the room. He locked the door and sat on a chair, turned on the power switch and started sending reports.

It is actually not difficult to learn basic newspapers. What is difficult is the learning channel. This is not a problem for a viscount, and many people are willing to help.

Lin Fuichiro first sent many recent situations to his father who was far away in Xinjing, such as the joint arrest of spies from the Republic of China.

Doing this can cover up your contact with the secret service for a while and help the family. He knows very well that the higher the status of the Lin Fu family, the safer he is.

"Didi..."

The sound of electric keys kept ringing. In the pharmacy more than ten kilometers away, Zuo Chong, who was eating breakfast, suddenly put down his bowls and chopsticks and walked into the living room.

The phone in the space is lit up, which means that new information is sent. It is important to carry out missions in Japan and obtain accurate information.

This must be dependent on Lin Fuichiro. This person's identity can be exposed to a lot of sensitive information, such as who betrayed the Tokyo Station.

Zuo Chong smiled slightly when he saw the call frequency. While looking at the secret message, he compared the secret book and translated the content of the message as quickly as possible.

"The Ginza fire and the eve of the fire exchange were caused by the Army General Staff Headquarters arresting agents of the Republic of China. The prisoners and bodies are currently placed in the General Staff Headquarters.

It is also known that the other party had already obtained detailed information before the action, but the source could not be determined. The entire operation process was only one day, or there might be a mole help."
To be continued...