My spy diary

Chapter 157 Monitoring (monthly ticket plus updates)
After a night of discussions and an inspection in the morning, the information about the meeting place, Sihai Restaurant, has been basically grasped.

At this moment, an intensive surveillance or arrest operation has begun to be arranged.

Zhang Yi looked at the hand-drawn floor plan of Sihai Restaurant in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"The restaurant has three floors. The lobby on the first floor can only accommodate ten tables, although the meeting time is two o'clock in the afternoon."

"But we can't guarantee that there won't be people coming to eat, so there can't be too many people on the first floor."

"Remember the identity you play, you are the guests who are going to eat. You play your role to me very vividly. You are what ordinary people are like. Even if an emergency occurs, no one is allowed to act rashly without my order."

"The focus of our control is on the second floor, where there are private rooms, that is, private rooms." As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Youde, who was standing aside timidly and bowing.

"When the time comes, you will guide Shiga and Oda Nobuhide into the private room we have arranged.
Of course, just in case, the other private rooms were fully booked for me, leaving them no choice. "

"Yes" Zhao Youde responded respectfully. He had submitted the petition last night and now he had no choice.

"Straighten your waist." Zhang Yi patted his shoulder.

"What you were like before is what you are like today. After all, you are a broker and a popular person in the eyes of the bandit leader. You should be arrogant and domineering when you should."

Zhao Youde smiled awkwardly and agreed submissively.

"Our focus is on the private room next door where the joint is located. Once the arrest starts, we will directly outflank it from both sides. At that time, the brothers on the first floor will guard the stairs."

"Besides, it's the third floor. Don't worry about the roof. Our people will ambush and control the commanding heights above the teahouse and hotel next to it.
Once there is a firefight, quickly suppress their firepower." As he spoke, he glanced at Jin Changhe, the leader of the Kaifeng station action team who looked thoughtful, and said solemnly:

"Captain Jin, your people are ambushing the market and outside. Likewise, no one is allowed to act rashly without my order, otherwise they will be treated as traitors."

Being glanced at by Zhang Yi's sharp eyes, Jin Changhe felt inexplicably frightened. He snorted coldly in his heart, nodded cautiously and said:
"Don't worry, we will definitely cooperate. At present, except for me and the webmaster, no one under me knows about your plan..."

"I hope so. Boss Dai will be here soon. I hope everyone knows whether to show his face or his butt. If something goes wrong in the mission, no one will be able to escape. Haha, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhang Yi said murderously, without anger, his sharp eyes swept over everyone with suspicion and questioning, and finally landed on Jin Changhe.

Everyone was in awe, and Jin Changhe was also excited all over.

One thirty in the afternoon, gentle breeze, warm sun.

In the Spring Room of Sihai Restaurant, Zhang Yi watched the monitoring equipment being debugged and nodded to the monkey.

Monkey entered the blue box next to him, clapped his hands, and whispered a few words.

Zhang Yi adjusted the knob on the earphones for a while, and the sizzling noise inside gradually disappeared. The sound of the monkey over there came over clearly and unmistakably. He nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the dining table and said:
"Since you are going to act, you have to act more realistically. Immediately call for a table of food to be served. Eat and drink when you need to."

"Yes."

After being asked to greet the waiter and serve the food, Zhang Yi came down from the second floor.

I saw plainclothes disguised as customers in the lobby on the first floor. They were sitting at the dining table. Some were engrossed in eating, some were ordering food, and some were already fighting with each other over wine.
He nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, came out of the restaurant, turned around and went to a teahouse opposite.

This is also a surveillance point.

He carefully picked up the telescope and observed all the goings-on around the restaurant through the ajar window.

As the time approached, Zhao Youde appeared in sight, pacing at the door of the restaurant with a cigarette in his mouth.

A few minutes later, four people appeared in the sight of Zhang Yi's telescope.

The first person was the Japanese ronin Shiga described by Zhao Youde and who had been tracked and monitored by plainclothes.

Wearing a gray suit and a black top hat, he walked struttingly in front.

On the side of his head is a thin man in his twenties and thirties.

Zhang Yi adjusted the focus of the telescope to observe the person carefully and found that it was Nobuhide Oda who confessed to painting the portrait.

He looks younger and more capable than the portrait. He is also wearing a gray suit, but with a white top hat.

His waist is straight and his legs are not bowed like those of ordinary Japanese. Although he is somewhat disguised when walking, his steps are steady and brisk, and the traces of a soldier can still be seen on his body.

Behind them were two men who looked like thugs. They were both wearing black placket jackets and white linings. They were wearing cloth shoes and had sinister expressions on their faces.

One of them was carrying a gray leather box.

When they arrived at the door of the restaurant, Shiga and Zhao Youde approached and whispered something.
Oda Nobuhide, on the other hand, cautiously scanned the movement around the restaurant, while the two thugs behind him stood vigilantly behind him.

Then the four people entered the restaurant under the leadership of Zhao Youde.

Zhang Yi didn't move and kept observing with the telescope.

A few minutes later, three people walked over from the other direction.

The leader was a forty-year-old man with a burly appearance. He was wearing a black shorts and a pair of round-framed sunglasses.

Zhang Yi observed carefully and found that this person seemed to have only one ear.

Behind him is a middle-aged man about forty years old.

He looked gentle and elegant. He was wearing a coarse cloth gown. He said something to one ear, then took out his pipe from his pocket and lit it. He smoked...

While smoking, he stroked the sparse beard on his chin and carefully observed the movements around him, his eyes flashing cunningly.

Zhang Yi knew that this person was Fan Tonggui, the chief of staff of the bandit leader Song Yaowu. He was the second-in-command in the bandit den and played the role of military advisor.

The remaining person seemed to be a follower, who was in his early twenties. He had one hand inside his clothes and looked around warily.

Fan Tonggui laughed and patted the follower on the shoulder, as if to tell him not to be nervous, and then the three of them went to the restaurant.

Under the leadership of Zhao Youde, the four of them, Oda Nobuhide, went up to the second floor and arrived at the door of the blue box...

Just as Zhao Youde was about to push open the door to the box, he saw Oda Nobuhide suddenly stagnant in his steps. He looked around with a solemn expression.

Zhao Youde asked respectfully and carefully: "Boss Zhiwang?"

Oda Nobuhide ignored him. He walked thoughtfully to the door of the Spring Box, listened for a few seconds, and then suddenly pushed the door open.

There was a crash, and as the door of the box opened, the four businessmen eating and drinking inside looked at him with puzzled and then angry eyes, while glaring at him.

Oda Nobuhide quickly handed over his hand and said apologetically:

"Sorry, I went to the wrong box."

With a humble and apologetic smile on his face, he carefully helped to close the door of the box, but in the process he carefully observed the clothes and expressions of several people. Next, he checked the Qiu box again in the same way, and found no abnormalities, then turned and entered the Lan box.

A few minutes later, Zhao Youde welcomed Fan Tonggui and the other three people in at the door of the box.

Leading the way, he went in first and looked around the box, then took a step back...

Chief of Staff Fan Tonggui then stepped forward, his eyes fell on Oda Nobuhide, he clenched his hands, pressed his right thumb against the left thumb, cupped his hands and said, "Boss Wang?"

Oda Nobuhide's eyes stayed on the rough and sinister face with one ear for a few seconds, then he nodded to Fan Tonggui, took off his hat, crossed his hands, and bent down to perform a standard Japanese bow.

"Hello, Mr. Fan." Oda Nobuhide spoke fluent Yuzhou dialect, which made Fan Tonggui raise his eyebrows.

Then several people sat down separately under Zhao Youde's greeting.

After a brief exchange of greetings, I heard Oda Nobuhide say:

"It's a pity that Mr. Song Yao and Wu Song didn't come."

Fan Tonggui's eyebrows flashed, he stroked his beard and said:

"The boss is busy, I should see you next time."

Oda Nobuhide nodded with a smile:
"Mr. Fan has already communicated with Mr. Zhao and Mr. Shiga. I believe you can feel my sincerity. At the same time, I am here to express my sincerity to you on behalf of the Tianjin headquarters."

Fan Tonggui laughed, took a sip of tea slowly and politely, looked at Zhao Youde with a nonchalant look, and said:
"Don't talk empty words. Since we want to be partners, we must show our sincerity."

Oda Nobuhide didn't understand what "Bing Jianzi" meant. After listening to Zhao Youde's translation, he realized it meant friends. He laughed and clapped his hands.

The attendant behind him took the box and placed it on the table.

Oda Nobuhide opened it and saw a layer of legal currency lying inside, at least two hundred thousand. On top of the legal currency were 20 small yellow croakers, and next to them were four southern Japanese pistols.

Fan Tonggui caught a glimpse of a flash of fire in Huang Jin's eyes. He picked up a southern pistol, weighed it, threw it down in disgust, shook his head and said:
"This shotgun is not as good as our huatiao (flower gun) and little black donkey (foreign gun)."

Seeing Fan Tonggui's contemptuous eyes, Shiga showed displeasure, and the two followers behind him whispered, "Baga."

Oda Nobuhide's expression remained unchanged, he waved his hand to stop the two of them, and said with a smile:

"This is just a meeting gift. As long as Mr. Song Yaowu and his men can serve the Empire of Japan loyally, golden weapons will naturally be of no concern."

Fan Tonggui frowned and said: "This is not as simple as one person signing up (joining the gang)...

We have more than 2000 brothers, and eating, drinking, and eating is not a small number...

Furthermore, fighting against the fruit party is a tricky idea. If something goes wrong, it will not be as simple as going to a big yard (prison). After all, it is a beheading business...

When will the manzi (gun) and feizi (bullet) you promised us be available together? "

According to the original agreement between the two parties, in addition to providing funds and guns and ammunition to help Song Yaowu's armed forces, Japan also helped it form and train militia groups...

Song Yaowu must accept the leadership of the Japanese and allow the Japanese to join their ranks. In addition, they must set up a radio training class.

But Song Yaowu's so-called team only numbered thousands of people, but now he lied about more than 2000 brothers, so he would have to provide more than spears. This is obviously a big deal.

Oda Nobuhide was secretly angry and sneered in his heart, but there was no wave on his face...

He said that as long as his men entered their team and found out the true identity of the bandits, he would naturally have a way to control this team...

He smiled and said: "There is no problem with the weapons and equipment. In addition to long guns, there are also grenades and machine guns... The first batch of 500 long guns will arrive in three days..."

"But then I hope to see Mr. Song Yaowu..."

"Of course." Fan Tonggui nodded while stroking his beard.

"Okay!" Oda Nobuhide said and solemnly took out a letter of appointment from his arms.

"Appoint Song Yaowu Yishi as the brigade commander of the Yuzhou Mixed Brigade."

The document is written in both Chinese and Japanese.

"Congratulations to Brigadier Song, and congratulations to Chief of Staff Fan."

This time Fan Tonggui stretched out his hands with a cheerful face and respectfully accepted the letter of appointment.

The two gangs, each with their own hidden agendas and machinations, finally got together.

Before he could make any move, a Japanese plainclothes man took out a camera and clicked the shutter button.

"Is this?" The shutter flashed, and Fan Tonggui subconsciously squinted his eyes and frowned.

"Just keep it as a souvenir." Oda said, stepping forward and putting his arm around his shoulders, clicking a few more photos.

"From now on we are a family." Oda suddenly became serious:
"Then, according to the rules on your mountain, since you have joined the gang, it is what you call a bet. Shouldn't it be time for you to submit your name?"

Fan Tonggui's expression changed. Seeing that two Japanese plainclothes men had already taken out their guns and pointed them at him, he smiled coquettishly:
"Of course, this means blowing up the railways and the Yellow River embankment. We'll take action as soon as we finish the work."

Oda smiled playfully, with a cold and cruel look in his eyes:

"Three days. If we still can't succeed in three days, the photos just now will appear on the desks of newspapers and the Chinese Secret Service... Chief of Staff Fan should understand what I'm talking about, right?"

In the box next door, Zhang Yi put on headphones and patiently listened to the conversation between the two parties. He originally thought that in the face of Oda's threat, Fan Tonggui would resist, or start a fight between the two sides, but...

"We agreed to this... What we do is the business of killing people, buying goods, and taking things by force. In troubled times, if you have breasts, you are a mother. We will follow whoever gives you money and weapons. If you have guns, people, and territory, maybe one day you will be recruited. , we are also regular soldiers... Let’s get to know each other again, I am Song Yaowu.”

A rough voice sounded from the headphones.

Zhang Yi was shocked, and it turned out that "One Ear" was the one who took the lead.

Sure enough, bandits are bandits, they have lost their humanity, their country is easy to change, and their nature is hard to change. Don't expect them to have any conscience...

Furthermore, the determination of good and evil depends on motivation and results, which has nothing to do with conscience...

But now that Song Yao, who is taking the lead, has arrived in Wudu, he can catch all these people in one fell swoop...

Zhang Yi took off the earphones, sneered, and ordered:
"Notify them and we'll take action as soon as they go out!"

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(End of this chapter)