My spy diary

Chapter 121 Intelligence (please vote)

The night is gloomy.

Spy shares.

Zheng Huhe, who was in ragged clothes and exuded a greasy smell, was reporting work to Zhang Yi.

"I found Jinling Daily and Evening News under his bed. In addition, there were some magazines, cigarettes, small daily necessities, etc."

"Another notebook was found on top of the wardrobe. It was densely filled with names. Some of the people's identities were unknown, but some were frustrated politicians, opposition warlords, boring intellectuals, and some local ruffians. Everyone had these people under their names. A brief description of recent living conditions.”

Zhang Yi added water to his tea cup, and the two looked at each other, their expressions becoming solemn.

These people or groups that Lao Yang or the Japanese pay attention to happen to be the existences that the Party has abandoned like worn-out shoes.

Those who don't love it will throw it away like a pair of worn shoes, but those who love it will rejoice in it.

"This is selecting traitors in advance!"

He did this deliberately and unabashedly today by asking Qian Xiaosan to put his belongings in his car.

Pieces of intelligence enter the espionage organization through their hands. This information then flies out like snowflakes through various channels. After identification, classification, and classification, it begins to become prey one by one, and finally turns into time bombs.

The Japanese and the traitors both committed aggression and aided the enemy, and they both deserved death. However, the traitors were more hateful than the Japanese.

A person who is too honest often gets not praise, but unwarranted suspicion and suspicion.

Zhang Yi said murderously:

Intelligence work has always been about me and you, but as a "thimble" lurking in the secret service, Zheng Huhe has always reminded himself to be awake at all times and know what he is doing.

The Japanese are so ambitious that they have planned so far and far in advance.

It is estimated that Zhang Yi has become a ruthless, unscrupulous and money-grubbing young man in his heart at this moment, and has already put a cross in his heart.

After he returned home, he sifted through it first, wrapped ten small yellow croakers in an inconspicuous cloth, changed his clothes, disguised himself, took out a fake license plate from the corner under the bed, and went out again.

"Old Zheng, you are here too, just in time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yi raised his head and glanced at Zheng Huhe again. Just now, he felt like there was a gaze on his face, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Yi sneered.

Qian Xiaosan was very excited when he heard this. Wasn't he working hard to win this person's favor and trust?

And things like dealing with Japanese spies and traitors are not only his responsibility, but also the responsibility of "Thimble", and he must do it well even if it means working hard.

As he spoke, he took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it over, smiling:
"The unit chief said, everyone has a share."

When I arrived at the parking place, I observed it for a while, quickly removed the license plate, replaced it with a fake license plate, and drove away into the night.
Yixin Bookstore.

Just when I was about to express my loyalty, I heard Zheng Huhe say:

Watching his leaving figure, Zhang Yi looked at the dark night sky in the distance and sighed in his heart.

"Well done, I can rest assured that you are doing the job." Zhang Yi complimented casually.

After getting off the car, I hid behind a tree and carefully checked that no one was around, then I opened the trunk and took out all the money.

Before Zheng Huhe could refuse, he had already bowed to Zhang Yi and whispered:
"Commander, everything has been put in your trunk."

Zhang Yi can imagine that once a war breaks out between China and Japan, these wavering elements will first stand up and shout for the Japanese, fanning the flames and causing destruction everywhere, which will cause endless troubles.

It is conceivable that this Japanese spy with the pseudonym Lao Yang was secretly spying on intelligence and developing intelligence personnel under the guise of selling tofu silk, taking advantage of the liquidity and sociability of the business.

"Chief Zhang, if nothing happens, I will go back first."

He handed the car keys to Zhang Yi and was slightly surprised when he saw Zheng Huhe there:

Zhang Yi disagrees, but we have a red heart facing the sun.

"The level of surveillance on this old Yang has been increased. We will monitor him 24 hours a day. I want to know where he went, who he contacted and what he said."

In addition, he is also secretly curious about Zhang Yi, a rookie in the Secret Service who has been keeping an eye on Japanese spies, and has been observing him.

He hopes to spread the news through the mouths of his men and improve his "money-grubbing" character.

How can superiors use a person without any shortcomings or advantages?

"Okay, Lao Zheng, let's go slowly." Zhang Yi lowered his head and looked at the documents and motioned to Qian Xiaosan to deliver them.

But when he looked up, he saw Zheng Huhe holding the envelope with his hands, and a hint of surprise appeared on his tired face.

"Okay." Although Zheng Huhe knew that this matter was difficult, he agreed without hesitation. A trace of caution and perseverance appeared on his tired face under the light.

And he estimated that there was definitely more than one person like Lao Yang, maybe hundreds or thousands...

For example, Du Yuming suspected that Guo XX was a red party. The reason was very simple. The sofa in his house had several patches on it.
Near home from the spy joint venture, Zhang Yi parked the car in a remote corner.

It's not easy. If Lao Zheng wants to play the role of "werewolf" in the wolf's den, he must act according to circumstances and pretend to be surprised when he gets money.

Since the last time he handed over the property and weapons provided by the "Mermaid" to the organization, his superior Hu Yuanshan immediately reported to Baotashan after careful consideration. After obtaining approval, he immediately adjusted Wang Naiqi's work.

These days, most Party officials are corrupt and extravagant. Even if the soldiers on the front line fight bloody battles, the dignitaries in the rear are still living a life of intrigue, entertainment, and feasting.

"Old Zheng, I will leave this matter to you. As for the manpower, I will give you a few more. If you have any other needs, you can put forward them."

Wang Naiqi read for a while and went to bed early, but could not fall asleep.

Lao Zheng took a sip of tea, hesitated and was about to say something, when he saw Qian Xiaosan walking in with a pleasant look on his face.

He is still the shopkeeper of Yixin Bookstore. Except for reporting to Hu Yuanshan, he does not have one-way or horizontal contact with any intelligence line of the organization. He has only one mission, which is to maintain continued contact with the "Mermaid" and develop him. absorb him
For this reason, Wang Naiqi and Hu Yuanshan also formulated a plan called "Return to Their Parents' Home"
Work suddenly became leisurely, but Wang Naiqi couldn't adapt.

He knew that the traitor from Hangzhou had recently been extradited to Jinling, and there might be another bloody storm soon. At this time, the most urgent task of the organization was to eliminate the traitors. Wang Naiqi also wanted to help, but
Wang Naiqi took out his pocket watch and took a look at it, silently counting the time in his heart.

In my memory, the last time the "Mermaid" came was in the middle of the night. Maybe he was not free either. After all, he was fighting in the heart of the enemy, and he had to work hard to raise funds and weapons for the organization. How difficult and difficult the work must be!
Wang Naiqi really wanted to see this comrade who he and the organization would never forget, hold his hand and say:
"Comrade, you have worked hard."

Can.
Glancing at the dark night outside the window again, Wang Naiqi sighed, he probably wouldn't come tonight.
He had just extinguished the oil lamp beside the bed and was about to go to sleep, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Wang Naiqi's heart was frightened, and he hurriedly touched under the pillow, but when he found nothing, he remembered that he had hidden the gun in the book.

He wiped the cold sweat from his head, tiptoed off the bed, and walked slowly towards the door.

He felt uneasy.

He hopes that the "mermaid" will come, but is afraid that other unknown people will appear.

Just as he held the pistol in his hand and was on guard, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"dong dong dong"

One loud sound, two soft sounds.

Wang Naiqi heard the familiar knock on the door and said in surprise, "It's Mei. Is it Mr. Mei?"

There was no response from outside, only a black shadow flashed away.

Wang Naiqi quickly stepped forward and leaned against the door to listen, but there was no sound of footsteps. After waiting for a while, he vaguely heard the sound of a car driving away.

He quickly and carefully opened the door, and what he saw was a "package" placed on the threshold.

Wang Naiqi picked it up carefully and looked outside. Seeing that everything was safe, he immediately closed the door. When he came to the inner room, he turned on the oil lamp, revealing the small yellow-orange croakers in the package.

'Ten dollars again. Where did the mermaid get so much money? Could it be that he works in the General Affairs Section of the Secret Service? Did he embezzle all this money? '

'This is not good. Although the organization is short of funds, if it is discovered, it will harm the mermaid.'

'I'll give you a warning next time. '

Wang Naiqi was thinking, and suddenly saw a folded note next to the little yellow croaker, and immediately picked it up and typed it.

"A senior agent from the Intelligence Section of the Secret Service has infiltrated Pagoda Mountain, codenamed Osprey."

The information revealed in a few scrawled words made Wang Naiqi frightened and trembled all over.

Such an unidentified spy is lurking in Baota Mountain, no matter what information he obtains. If this person wants to uncover the truth, such as poisoning or assassination,
I can’t imagine the consequences!

Wang Naiqi felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He stuffed the note into his mouth and swallowed it. He checked the baggage carefully and found nothing else. He immediately threw the cloth into the stove to destroy the corpse.

He found another old piece of clothing to wrap up the little yellow croaker, checked the bullets in his pistol, and walked out the door with a solemn expression.

The intelligence must be passed on today. If this information is sent back to the headquarters earlier, maybe the undercover agents of the Secret Service can be arrested as soon as possible.
'The mermaid shouldn't be from the General Affairs Division, she might be a high-ranking member of the Secret Service, but who is it? '

Wang Naiqi had so many thoughts that he disappeared into the mist of the night.
The midsummer night was unbearably hot, and from time to time there was the noisy sound of cicadas outside the window.

Zhang Yi closed the window, washed briefly, lay on the bed, and began to receive today's information.

[Today’s information has been refreshed]

[1. You met Zheng Huhe today and obtained relevant information - Zheng Huhe paid homage to his father - Zheng Tiande, codenamed Probe - in the suburbs today.
On the way home, Zheng Huhe handed over the money you rewarded to his superiors and reported to his superiors - Zhang Yi is ruthless, arrogant and greedy for money. He is the same as the enemy and is not recommended to be investigated as a development target. 】

After seeing the first half of the information, Zhang Yi was silent for a while, with infinite admiration in his heart.

The second half of the information made Zhang Yi almost laugh out loud, thinking that Old Zheng was too arbitrary. We are a good young man with a red heart pointing toward the sun.

Comrades like Zheng Huhe who are lurking within the enemy must not only be cautious at every step to avoid exposing their identity, but also do their best to create value for the organization and establish meritorious services in a difficult and dangerous environment. In addition, they must silently observe, inspect, and develop like-minded people. comrades
[2. You met Lao Yang today and obtained relevant information - Lao Yang's real name is Xiaolin Shinichi, a senior agent of the Shanghai Special High School, a member of the Feixue Team, and a graduate of the "Secret Book School" in Peking. 】

Shinichi Kobayashi? A member of the Flying Snow Team?
Zhang Yi sneered, thinking that he finally caught the clues of this mysterious group. He hoped that Hong Qiangwei could catch a big fish in the joint this afternoon.

He thought that the so-called "Secret Book School" should be a school for the Japanese to train spies. Since it was in Peiping, he should find an opportunity to completely destroy it.

[3. You have been to the Confucius Temple death mailbox today and obtained relevant information - Daisuke Aono has also been there today. 】

Daisuke Aono?

Zhang Yi was stunned.

After arranging the tracking and monitoring of "Lao Yang" today, he and his subordinates did not leave. They were still staring at the dead mailbox. What they were afraid of was that there were "observers" secretly monitoring the delivery and transmission of intelligence, but they didn't want to be tricked anyway. Loophole.

In order to prevent exposure, he and his subordinates all watched from a distance, observing and analyzing every passerby who entered and exited the alley where the dead mailbox was located. If there was anything suspicious, he would immediately focus on it and secretly follow and monitor it.
Zhang Yi originally wanted to arrange for people to take photos of the crowds coming and going on both sides of the alley, so that even if there were fish that slipped through the net, they would be able to follow the pictures and trace them in the future.

Although special agents' cameras do not flash like reporters' cameras, they can't take clear pictures if they are too far away, and they can easily be exposed if they are too close.
Therefore, this idea was rejected by Zhang Yi, but he didn't want to.
'Daisuke Aono, this man is a master! Zhang Yi shook his head in annoyance, and infinite fighting spirit surged in his heart.

[4. You met Qian Xiaosan today and obtained relevant information - Qian Xiaosan once again sneaked into Deputy Director Ma's house under cover of night tonight and took away the private money and belongings. 】

'This bastard Qian Xiaosan is inconsistent in words and deeds, duplicitous and duplicitous. In front of others, he is just a human being. When he gives you a smile, he is a ghost behind his back, showing his teeth and claws.'

Zhang Yi sneered, and it seemed that he needed to give it a good beating.

One of the principles of working in the office is not to be the opposite. Principle 2: Don’t act smarter than your leader. The third principle is to flatter the leader.

Qian Xiaosan seems to have done everything he should do, but has failed to do anything he shouldn't. So what reason can you find to deal with him?
Um? Does walking into the office left foot first count?
Silent all night.

The next morning, Zhang Yi came to the house of deputy section chief Wang Xinheng early and had breakfast.

While he was eating at the moment, Wang Xinheng no longer cared about breakfast.

He was holding a magnifying glass and carefully studying the calligraphy and paintings that Zhang Yi had brought over.

"I heard that there were two carts full of stolen goods. It's such a pity that there are so many things.
What is Deputy Director Ma doing wrong? He insists on corruption and bribery. The more stolen goods he gets, the faster he will die. We are also trying to reduce his guilt! "

Listening to his long sigh and a righteous look, Zhang Yixin said it was a pity, but Boss Dai was tempted to take action. What can I do?

However, he pretended to be a little annoyed on his face, and sighed: "Hey, if I go there in person, maybe I can do it faster."

"Yes, the boss acted too quickly." Wang Xinheng looked like he had a toothache and sighed:

"I've heard that there are several large boxes of gold bars alone. Especially he also has Mr. Qi's "Hundred Chickens", "Hundreds of Lychees" and "Hundreds of Shrimps" in his possession."

"Oh, these precious cultural relics should be collected by the right people. He, a deputy police chief, doesn't know how to collect them."

'Yes, yes, everything you said is right'

Zhang Yi slurred in his heart as he ate the steamed buns.

After Wang Xinheng appraised the calligraphy and painting, he took tea and talked about official business.

He pondered: "Can this woman Hong Qiangwei be trusted?"

Zhang Yi nodded and said: "The section chief knows everything, so naturally I can't trust this Japanese woman.
However, the humble position has already made relevant arrangements and arranged backup personnel.
No matter what tricks this woman plays, as long as the contact person appears, he will not be able to escape.

Even if he fails to achieve the expected goal, as long as he catches the person and enters the interrogation room, he will be out of his hands. "

"That's true, you just have to arrange a backup plan." Wang Xinheng nodded and wanted to say something again, but suddenly the phone in the living room buzzed rapidly.

He frowned and stepped forward to pick it up. His expression suddenly changed, he straightened his back and said respectfully, "Yes, I'll be there soon."

Zhang Yi saw that his face was clouded after he hung up the phone. After getting up, he asked carefully:

"Section Chief, what happened?"

Wang Xinheng glanced at him hesitantly, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed:

"It doesn't matter if it was Adjutant Jia who called you just now to tell you that an agent sent by the Intelligence Division to Baota Mountain some time ago was suddenly arrested.
The message was sent by his assistant. Halfway through the telegram, there was no follow-up. It is probably very dangerous. The question is how could the Red Party know his identity and suddenly take action."

"Virgo suspected that we had leaked information internally." Wang Xinheng looked gloomy.

"Could it be that this agent showed some tricks?"

"No, the telegram said that many people who had recently arrived in the border area were arrested last night. This shows that their intelligence is not detailed. They may still be screening it now. On the contrary, the person who sent the report directly exposed his identity. The problem does not lie there. It can only be that the news leaked from our side.”

"Perhaps the intelligence department leaked the information. They want to deploy undercover agents and make operational arrangements. There must be more than one insider on the way from Jinling to northern Shaanxi." Zhang Yi secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that Wang Naiqi acted quickly enough, so he probably took over there. After receiving the telegram, we took action overnight.

"No." Wang Xinheng said without any doubt:
"According to Adjutant Jia, the Telecommunications Section detected a long-lost radio station of the Red Party last night, so the problem still lies with us."

"Then what are you waiting for? As long as the telecommunications department locks the location of the radio station, we can search according to the map and arrest people for screening." Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat, but there was no wave on his face, looking eager to try.

"It would be great if we could lock the location of the radio station." Wang Xinheng sighed in frustration and said: "The Red Party is very cunning, and the transmission time is very short, so it is impossible to determine it."

"Maybe it's this mermaid making trouble again."

He looked solemn and frowned: "The Intelligence Department was arranged by Chief Yang. It is said that even Deputy Chief Bao Hongfei didn't know about it. So the problem should have arisen at the last high-level meeting, but then the problem became serious. "

There is an undercover Red Party agent lurking in the top management of the Secret Service. Can the problem not be serious?
Dai Chunfeng was probably furious by now.

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(End of this chapter)