My spy diary

Chapter 152 Tracking (asking for monthly votes)

The fireworks in the world touch the hearts of mortals.

At this moment, Zhang Yi and his men were sitting in a noodle shop on the streets of Kaifeng.

A steaming bowl of fried noodles was brought to the table, with a layer of red oil floating on it, which looked particularly tempting.

He couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks and take a big bite. The dough was hand-rolled, chewy and melted in your mouth, leaving you with endless aftertaste.

After finishing the noodles, he went to the counter and handed over a large-denomination bill. The boss took it with a smile, rubbed it on his hands, made a few calculations, put the money into the drawer under the counter, and then handed it over for change:

"Please keep your money."

Zhang Yi pushed the money over and said in the boss's puzzled eyes:
"Ask something."

Seeing that the honest and honest boss suddenly changed his expression, he looked at the door warily, looked Zhang Yi up and down a few more times, and said with a cold face:

"You got the wrong guy."

Zhang Yi's expression remained unchanged, he took out another banknote from his arms and handed it out, lowering his voice and saying:

"Mr. Ma, I have had haircuts, broken eyebrows, and one missing finger before. You can't admit it wrong. I only found this place after asking a lot of questions."

Mr. Ma's brows were furrowed, his eyebrows twitching again and again. He spat hard and cursed:

"I've been washing my hands in a golden basin for several years, and that little bitch sold me out."

As he spoke, his face darkened and his hand slowly slid under the table.

Zhang Yi gently lifted up his clothes, revealing his gun holster, and said coldly:
"You'd better not act rashly. We are all my people here. If you dare to take out the knife, you will be beaten into a sieve in the next second."

Mr. Ma glanced at the plainclothes men who were eating the noodles with sinister expressions on their faces. He smiled, moved his hand, took out a pipe from under the table, lit the match, took a few puffs, smiled bitterly, and said:
"Sir, if you see that you are the one who eats the food from Gongmen, don't make things difficult for me. I really don't want to do this business anymore."

As he spoke, he pushed the money over.

Zhang Yi pressed his rough, dry hands and said with a smile:

"Okay, I believe you for once. If you don't eat this bowl of rice, you always know who is still eating this bowl of rice, right? I want to be well-informed."

Snakes have their own ways, rats have their own ways, and each has its own way. If he doesn't believe it, he can't find out the information.

Ma Sanye frowned and thought for a while, then said:

"There is a Chunfeng Photo Studio, and the owner is Zheng San.
This person turned out to be the platoon leader under Sun Dianying. After Sun ran away, he went up to the mountains and worked as a gangster. Now he openly opened a shabby photo studio, but secretly he was still engaged in intelligence business. "

"Thank you." Zhang Yi patted his hand, turned and left.

Ma Sanye watched Zhang Yi and others leave, frowning again, then gritted his teeth and said to the woman who was clearing the table:

"Pack your things quickly and leave as soon as it gets dark."

"Where?"

"So much nonsense, run for your life, where are you going?" He stood up, bowed and smiled apologetically, sent a few customers away, and immediately hung up the closing sign.

Spring Photo Studio.

There was a "click", "click" sound of the shutter being pressed. Zhang Yi lifted the door curtain and saw a middle-aged man with oily hair and white face taking photos of a couple.

"Okay, get the photos in three days."

While greeting the couple, he packed up the photo equipment. When he saw Zhang Yi, he said enthusiastically:

"Sir, please come in"

Having said this, when he saw several strong men behind Zhang Yi, his face suddenly darkened, and he quickly asked the guys to go out, saying in a deep voice:
"What are you doing?"

Zhang Yi pulled up a chair and sat down carelessly, half-smiling but not smiling:
"Master Zheng, when did you change your career?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and said with a smile:

"My guest, did you admit the wrong person? My name is Chunfeng, Liu Chunfeng."

Zhang Yi also smiled: "As long as your name is not Dai Chunfeng."

"Zheng San, worked as a platoon leader and a beard worker under Sun, and now he is in the business of making inquiries."

As he spoke, he glanced at the camera in the other person’s hand:
“German products are not cheap. How many photos do you need to take to earn back the money?
Where did you get the capital? Could it be that you and Sun were able to find some treasure from the tombs of Cixi and Qianlong? "

Zheng San's expression changed drastically. He lowered his head and packed the equipment while slowly backing away and approaching the counter.

How could Zhang Yi give him a chance? He directly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at him:
"Don't move, I'm just going to ask something. If you dare to move, I'm sure it will go off."

"Uncle, what kind of path are you on? It's a sin for a villain to be ignorant of Mount Tai." Zheng San carefully put down the camera equipment and bowed repeatedly, bending like a shrimp.

"Uncle, I have changed my appearance and become a new person now. Please don't ruin my job. I have stopped doing the job of asking questions long ago."

His words stopped abruptly as Zhang Yi took out a thick wad of banknotes from his pocket.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever heard of the Japanese in your intelligence circle?"

Zheng San stared at Zhang Yi suspiciously, frowned and said:
"Taijun. No, Japanese?
Sir, the Japanese are very fierce. Who dares to inquire about their news?
I have an old cousin who lived in the Northeast and his whole family was killed just because he ate a mouthful of white flour. He was stabbed three times and his intestines came out."

"Have you been to Northeast China?"

"No no"

"Then how did you know about your cousin's situation?"

"I heard about this too. I heard about it when I was studying photography in Peking." Zheng San smiled.

"Calling Japanese Taijun, wouldn't you be a traitor?" Zhang Yi's brows showed a trace of murderous intent.

"Plop!" Zheng San knelt down directly, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and said tremblingly:

"Uncle, to tell the truth, I escaped from the Northeast
The common people over there don't hold up the sun flag and say good things about the Japanese, but are living an ignoble existence just to survive."

"So you escaped because you didn't want to be an obedient citizen under the Japanese rule?"

"That is, although we have been soldiers and bandits and have done many bad things, we are still bloody. How can we work as dogs for the Japanese?"

Zhang Yi asked him to get up without comment and continued to ask:

"Have you ever heard of Japanese spies? Maybe someone is close to the Japanese, or someone suddenly became rich recently."

"This Japanese spy? Let me think about it." Zheng San thought about it and glanced at the banknotes in Zhang Yi's hand, her eyes burning.

After a pause, he asked: "Uncle, what exactly do you do?"

"police."

"Police?" Zheng San muttered, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"There is a man named Zhao Youde, who was also a policeman before. This man hooked up with a ronin from the Japanese Charity Hall. Somehow he suddenly became rich. He bought a car and married two wives."

"Later, this guy suddenly disappeared. Some people said that he was caught for spying on intelligence. But this guy showed up again some time ago."

The so-called Japanese Charity Hall or Leshan Hall, under the guise of selling medicines, was actually a place where Japanese people trafficked, sold, and spied on opium and spied on intelligence. They used opium to poison the Chinese people, and the money they earned continued to be used by the Japanese army. of military spending.

"Zhao Youde? Japanese Ronin?" Zhang Yi frowned, this was a clue.

"anything else?"

"There's more. No more, but I can help you find out." Zheng San took the banknotes in his hand and his attitude became even more humble.

"No need." Zhang Yi smiled, looked at this person up and down, and snorted coldly:

"I hope our conversation today can be kept private, otherwise"

"I understand, I understand." Zheng San bowed repeatedly, bowed and sent Zhang Yi out. "Leave two brothers to secretly monitor this person." Zhang Yi ordered after leaving the photo studio.

The information provided by this person needs to be verified, and Zhang Yi cannot trust him at the same time.

For such a person, in Xie Ruolin's words, "Now there are two gold bars here. Can you tell me which one is noble and which one is dirty?"

These intelligence brokers are often mercenary. Now that he can provide information for money, Zhang Yi may be sold out in an instant.

After spending two hours, I finally found out where Zhao Youde lived. It was located in a courtyard in the suburbs. The walls were high and steep, making it difficult for ordinary people to climb. In addition to hearing dogs barking, there were also faintly visible strong men patrolling.

Zhang Yi couldn't find a chance to make a move for a while.

He now has the portraits of Oda Nobuhide, Tanaka, and Yamaguchi provided by Hiroshige Tanoh, but it is extremely difficult to find the three hidden Japanese spies in the vast sea of ​​people.

The police can't be used now, and the people in the Secret Service here can't be trusted. The only ones left available are rickshaw drivers. But these people have no experience and can easily leak information.
He was thinking about his next move when he heard the monkey say:

"Commander, the people are out."

Zhang Yi picked up the binoculars and took a look. He saw the large iron gate of the courtyard opened and a black Dodge sedan drove out.

"Follow up and see where this guy is going."

"Yes."

In order not to attract the attention of Kaifeng Station, the two cars they provided were lying downstairs of the hotel. The cars Zhang Yi and the others drove were rented by themselves.

The disadvantage is that the cars provided by the car dealers are not new, and no one can guarantee when they will break down on the road.

Moreover, we are now in the suburbs, and there are few pedestrians and vehicles on the road, so tracking can easily expose the target.

Seeing Zhang Yi thinking, Qian Xiaosan suggested:

"Commander, instead of being afraid of alerting someone, it's better to alert him by alerting him."

"How to do?"

"Crash."

Zhang Yi thought for a while and realized that this was indeed a good idea. If he crashed the car, he could at least confirm whether the person in the car was actually Zhao Youde.

"Okay, speed up."

Zhang Yi gave an order, and Qian Xiaosan suddenly accelerated his car and rushed up from the side road. Half a quarter of an hour later, he caught up with and hit the car in front of him.

With a "bang", the car in front was caught off guard and was hit directly under the ridge and stalled.

The next moment, I saw three people in the car, including the driver, all dressed as bodyguards and rushing over with rifles in their hands.

"Fuck, can you drive?"

"Are you looking for death?"

"Who are you scolding? You little brat."

They were fast, and Zhang Yi was even faster. A few plainclothes men stepped forward quickly, quickly disarmed the three men's guns, and controlled the three men with punches and kicks.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his thirties bent down from the back seat of the car in front. He had a fair face and looked a bit feminine. He was wearing a crisp suit and his hair was combed meticulously.

He frowned and glanced at the scene, then cupped his hands and said:
"I, Zhao Youde, the black and white communities in Henan have some respect. I wonder where these heroes come from? What if they are short of money?"

"Bullshit Zhao Youde, I've never heard of him. What are you talking about, black and white? Who are you trying to scare? Driving is like a turtle crawling, you're blocking the road, you know?" Qian Xiaosan scolded arrogantly.

Zhang Yi stuck his head out of the car window with a look of disdain:
"Okay, let's talk nonsense to the little bastards in the country and let them pay for it. Master, I still have to catch the train."

Zhang Yi spoke in Shanghainese dialect, mocked a few words, and then closed the curtains of the car window.

Zhao Youde's face was full of gloom, but he was under the eaves and had to lower his head, so he had to take out a wad of cash from his wallet with a gloomy face.

Now that the goal has been achieved, Zhang Yi and the others walked away without further ado, splashing dust along the way.

Half an hour later, Zhao Youde's car arrived belatedly and entered the city.

He stopped directly in front of a public phone booth, took out a phone book from his pocket, and made a few curses.

Soon a group of hooligans armed with short sticks and blades gathered around him, with many patrol policemen among them.

After Zhao Youde described it and spread out a stack of banknotes, these people roared away in several waves.

All this was clearly seen by Zhang Yi and others who were hiding in the teahouse. This guy must have suffered a loss and couldn't swallow it. Now he is thinking about revenge.

However, Zhang Yi and others had already changed their appearance and returned the car, so they were not worried about being discovered by others.

Under their gaze, Zhao Youde asked the bodyguard to drive away, but he got into a rickshaw.

Zhang Yi thought for a few seconds, whispered a few words to the monkey, and then ordered to the others:

"Follow me."

Zhang Yi came down from the teahouse as he spoke, reached out to wave the rickshaw squatting in the corner, pointed at the rickshaw in front, and said to the driver:

"The car in front, my friend, follow it."

"Okay, sit down."

The rickshaw was running hard. In Zhang Yi's sight, the car in front turned left and right, and finally turned through a busy intersection. By the time Zhang Yi's car caught up, the other car had disappeared.

"parking."

Zhang Yi stood on the bustling street, carefully recalling all the details just now, and his eyes fell on a coachman with his thumb raised outside his cloth shoes.

This person is sitting there and resting.

Zhang Yi quickly jumped out of the car, took a few steps forward, took out a banknote, handed it out, and asked the driver:

"Old cousin, where is the person you just pulled?"

"Just got off the car."

"That man is my cousin. I can't catch up with him. Which direction is he going?"

The coachman took the banknotes with a smile and pointed in a direction without thinking:
"Where it went, I don't know the details."

Zhang Yi looked at the direction he pointed out thoughtfully. Zhao Youde should have changed cars midway. This was a necessary means to hide the trajectory of his actions.

So where did he go? What other action will be taken?

Zhang Yi thought for a moment, jumped on the rickshaw, pointed in the direction and said:
"This way."

The rickshaw driver nodded and started running hard again.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yi saw a figure getting off the rickshaw from a distance. It was Zhao Youde, and he immediately said:

"parking."

He pulled up the awning on the car to cover himself, and observed Zhao Youde from a distance.

I saw him parked under an apartment building. After getting off the car, he sent the driver away, looked around warily, and then ducked into the apartment building.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, sent the rickshaw driver away, and quickly followed him along the street.

As he walked, he took off his coat and turned the lining inside out. The gray suit instantly turned into cyan.

Then he took out a peaked cap from his pocket, rubbed it and put it on his head, put a mustache on his mouth, took out a mirror, took a look, and ran after him.

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(End of this chapter)