My spy diary

Chapter 109: Firefight (monthly ticket adds more updates)
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Huihai Apartment.

As Yang Wenxuan gasped, the small wooden sign on the door marked Room 204 trembled slightly.

He listened to the sound of the wall being smashed next door and smiled proudly, took a long breath, lit a cigarette, and his face became grim.

Female nurse Guo Yueyue was covered in sweat. She had her eyes closed at the moment, panting slightly and mumbling something vaguely.

Belts and clothes were scattered everywhere on the floor and bed.

Yang Wenxuan slapped the woman on the buttocks, thinking about her wildness just now, Yang Wenxuan thought to himself that wild flowers are more fragrant than domestic flowers, and he joked:

"How about it, no worse than Liu Kui, right?"

The woman glanced at Yang Wenxuan charmingly, arranged her hair, leaned on his shoulder, touched his strong chest, and said angrily:
"That guy is so angry and impatient. How can you, Team Leader Yang, know how to behave? Besides, his legs are broken."

"My legs are broken, but I still have my hands." Yang Wenxuan smiled, looked a little more serious, glanced at the next room, and asked:

"Do they often break down walls?"

"Sometimes. Oh, what are you thinking? I'm not the kind of woman who always brings men back."

Yang Wenxuan's face turned cold. He pulled off his clothes and took out a few banknotes, threw them on the woman, and said coldly:
"You should know what I do. From now on, you have to cooperate with me in monitoring the two people next door. If you accidentally reveal your flaws, don't blame them for being ruthless."

The female nurse shivered, wrapped herself in a quilt, her face suddenly changed, her eyes were red and she said timidly:

"Team Leader Yang, you can't just put your pants up and refuse to admit it."

Yang Wenxuan sneered, glanced at her sideways, and said:
"Put away your caution and do whatever I tell you to do. Huh, otherwise, forget about you, the little boy named Wang Xiaobao probably won't survive."

The female nurse's delicate body trembled and her face turned pale. She knew that she had lured a wolf into the house. Wang Xiaobao was her and her ex-husband's son, and he was now fostered at his parents' home.

"Plop." She knelt down on the bed and begged with red eyes:

"Team Leader Yang, Mr. Yang, I will listen to you. My son is my lifeblood, please."

Yang Wenxuan glanced at her plump body and saw that her pitiful appearance was actually a little more charming, and he couldn't help but feel ready to move.

As soon as he pressed the woman under him, he suddenly looked stern, rolled over, jumped up from the bed, and reached for the pistol on the bedside table.

As soon as the woman wanted to speak out, he blocked her mouth, made a gesture of silence, and turned off the bedside lamp.

I saw a flash of light under the crack of the door, and then the lock cylinder made a slight sound.

Yang Wenxuan's expression changed drastically. He was very familiar with this action. Someone was secretly opening the door outside.

Who?
The red party next door? Still their accomplices.

Or a thief?
Impossible. If the thief hadn't visited the location in advance, he would have come in in the middle of the night when the owner was at home.

The nurse’s ex-husband?

No matter who it was, Yang Wenxuan didn't dare to be careless. He secretly cursed the surveillance guy as a pig for letting someone touch him here. He pulled a towel around his body and tiptoed toward the door with a gun in hand.

However, before he could take two steps, there was a "bang", the door was kicked open from the outside, and then several flashlight beams were shot over.

Seeing the gun in the opponent's hand, Yang Wenxuan drew the gun and started shooting without thinking.

"boom"

One person fell to the ground.

The shot seemed to stir up a hornet's nest, and the other side also started shooting.

"Bang" "Bang"

Gunshots rang out one after another, and Yang Wenxuan was caught off guard. He was shot in the shoulder, staggered, and quickly pulled a chair to cover himself.

"There's a gun, be careful!"

"There are only two people, catch them alive."

The person on the other side roared and exited the door, shooting in a roundabout way on both sides of the door.

For a moment, bullets were flying, fire was shooting out, and sawdust were flying everywhere.

The woman in the house screamed again and again, and then the sounds of children crying and wild dogs barking came one after another...

Yang Wenxuan was shot several more times in the leg. He lay on the ground, feeling his throat was burning, and even his breath smelled of blood. He dragged his bloody legs and crawled behind the sofa.

He was breathing heavily and shouting outside.

"Yang Wenxuan, Operations Section, Secret Service, who is that person outside?"

Judging from the sound of gunshots, the other party also used Browning standard weapons, so the people coming were either from one place or two, because the Red Party generally used off-brand weapons.

At this moment, he could no longer care about catching the Red Party members. If it were any later, his life would be over. "What Yang Wenxuan, I've never heard of it. I'm from Grandpa's office. I received a tip-off that there is a Red Party connection here. You'd better just surrender, otherwise we can only greet him with grenades." The voice outside was more arrogant than him.

Then "bang bang" came a few more shots.

"Fuck you, uncle. I'm really from the Second Division. The ID is in my pocket. Stop the fire for me."

"Who believes it? It's too late to say that you are from the Second Division. We have killed several brothers, and the ones we shot were the bastards from the Second Division." As soon as the man finished speaking, he fired another shot.

The bullet passed through the sofa and hit his shoulder blade. Yang Wenxuan groaned and was covered in cold sweat. His vision had become hazy and uncertain. At this moment, he had no time to think about where the information came from. He only hoped that support would come quickly. arrive.

Before losing consciousness, there was a burst of noisy footsteps, followed by more intense gunshots.

A voice sounded in my heart, it's over, it's over.

When Zhang Yi and Wang Xinheng arrived at the scene, they saw a group of people staring at each other with guns.

They were swearing, looking disgraced, everyone seemed to be holding their breath, and after working in vain for a long time, they realized that one of their own was beating their own.

There was also a group of policemen watching the fun.

Zhang Yi waved his hand and said: "Get rid of their guns."

Asking his men to control a group of sinister plainclothes, he pointed at a plainclothes guy he knew in the Operations Department and asked:
"what happened?"

The man said with a sad face: "I don't know. We were watching at the teahouse and saw a few sneaky people entering the apartment. We wanted to go up and check, but then suddenly gunshots rang out.
Realizing that something was wrong, we woke up the people on duty and went to see them together, and we bumped into them. We were blind and didn’t recognize each other, so we exchanged gunfire directly.”

"and after?"

"Later they arrested Team Leader Yang and found his ID from him."

The man's eyes turned red as he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Yi, then looked at Wang Xinheng, and said aggrievedly:

"Section Chief, you have to make the decision for us. Our team leader Yang was hit by six bullets, one of them was bloody, and he was almost out of breath."

"What about others?"

"He was taken to the hospital by the police."

"Then why don't you go quickly?" Zhang Yi scolded and asked: "Where are the Red Party members? Where do the people you are monitoring live?"

He was asking knowingly.

The plainclothes man said: "The person who lives in the same place as 203 has gone to see him, but he has already run away."

"Okay, go ahead." Zhang Yi waved his hand, then looked at Wang Xinheng and asked for instructions:
"Section Chief, do you see it?"

"A monk who can escape can't escape from the temple. Wouldn't it be possible to search their apartment first to get their documents? The whole city is wanted."

After a pause, he smiled sinisterly and said, "What is that editor's name?"

"Zhang Kang."

"Yes, Zhang Kang, doesn't he have a real wife and children? Send a few people to bring them back to me."

"Yes."

As they walked, they walked up to the second floor of the apartment and saw pots and pans placed in the corridor, densely packed with wires and intertwined with spider webs.

The door of 203's room was open, and the cabinets had been rummaged through. It was a mess, with scattered books and clothes everywhere.

"Continue searching." Wang Xinheng's face was as dark as water, "Don't miss even a single bit, not even a corner."

"Yes."

The plainclothesman continued to search around the house and soon made a discovery.

"Report to the section chief, we found ashes in the kitchen sink that have not been rinsed clean, like burned documents and photos."

"A gun was found in the flower pot on the balcony, without bullets."

"There is a mezzanine inside the wardrobe. It seems that the radio station was hidden, but the radio station is missing."

At this time, I heard someone say in surprise: "I found something."

As he spoke, he took out a pickup form from a book.

A pick-up order for a birthday cake from a Parisian pastry shop on Gulou Street. The name of the pick-up person is Zhang Kang.

Pickup date is tomorrow.

Zhang Yi's heart sank, thinking that this guy named Zhang Kang was done for, he acted emotionally, and his children love each other...
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