My spy diary

Chapter 164 Secret Weapon (please vote for me)

Life is like this, it keeps moving forward with ups and downs. No one knows whether the next stop will be a stop in life or the final stop.

This is true for ordinary people, but it is even more true for spies.

The best fate for an agent is to be hit in the head by a bullet from nowhere.

instead of being arrested.

Tsukamoto Renping thought that he had experienced training and training in dealing with interrogations and could withstand the most severe test.
If he really couldn't do it, he could still get away with it by pretending to be a traitor and keep the secret, but after two consecutive severe beatings, he had completely collapsed.

The instructor once said that it is best for arrested agents to commit suicide, so agents carry poison with them when performing tasks, because everyone knows that in the face of torture, even the most brave and fearless people will inevitably confess.

So I'm the one in case?

Tsukamoto Renhei felt sincerely ashamed and remorseful for this.

The instructor once told him that if he cannot commit suicide and faces torture, he needs to fight the enemy with faith and perseverance.

People who have faith remain calm until the last moment, while people who are full of fear will find various reasons to convince themselves that their choice is correct.

So what is his belief?
Tsukamoto Renpei was confused.

Zhang Yi told him, "It's not that you have no faith, but that your faith is wrong. You Japanese people believe in bandit logic. If you don't have it at home, you will take it from others."

"As for our Chinese hospitality, when friends come, they have good wine, but when the jackal comes, he is greeted only by shotguns."

Sitting in the car downstairs in the apartment, looking at the place surrounded by plainclothes officers from the Secret Service, Tsukamoto's eyes no longer even contained despair, only an endless void remained.

He has already revealed the Vulture's body, facial features and address. If the Secret Service finds nothing here, it can only mean that he lied, and more harsh methods will be used to deal with him when he returns later.

Tsukamoto Renhei wrapped himself in clothes so that his blood-stained body could be warmer. Looking at the empty and silent apartment door, his only hope was that this was not the vulture's real residence.

Otherwise, once he is arrested, their entire "exploration team" intelligence network will be leaderless and completely paralyzed. And once the vulture confesses, the intelligence system they have worked so hard to build will completely collapse.
He believed that this was not the case. The vulture was too cunning to expose its lair to him so undefended, so this must be a safe house or some kind of warning arrangement...
"Do you think he will live here?"

"He must be here." Tsukamoto Renping raised his eyelids and was frightened by Zhang Yi's deep eyes.

"I hope so." Zhang Yi looked at him with a half-smile, and then said:

"I guess he might be peeking in here."

A cold sweat broke out on the beggar's back, and his eyebrows flickered as he carefully considered the deeper meaning of this sentence.

……

The vultures are indeed peering.

Since Oda Nanaho didn't come to the agreed drinking party on time tonight, he has realized that something is wrong and the danger is approaching step by step.

Once Oda Nanabu confesses or the beggar is arrested, the Secret Service will soon find this place.

Of course, all they get is an empty room and nothing in the end!
After all, the person engaged in espionage is the writer "Wang Haoyi". What does it have to do with the editor-in-chief of my newspaper "Chen Erdong"?
Opportunities and difficulties are equal to everyone. If you are prepared one step ahead of others, you will have a better chance of winning than them.

At this moment, he tiptoed behind the curtains and peered through the gaps in the curtains at the two cars lying on the side of the road in the dark. A trace of disdain flashed between his eyebrows. What kind of secret service, but Er Er, didn't he know that the cars were lying on the side of the road for a long time? Will it arouse others' suspicion?

This is clearly a layman's operation.

He smiled disdainfully, fumbled accurately in the dark to open the cabinet, took out a bottle of wine and drank a few sips, then continued to go to bed.

……

Several plainclothes men came to the door of Apartment 302. After hearing this, Xin Ning opened the door of the apartment. However, as the lights were turned on, the room was empty.

After a while of searching, nothing was found except for a book of documents and a pistol.

"What about people?"

"This... must have run away. Has your information been leaked..." Tsukamoto Renhei looked incredulous, but in fact he was already happy inside. Senior Vulture did not disappoint him. This was indeed a smoke bomb to create suspicion. .

"Fart, the documents and the gun are all there, can he fly?"

"Maybe he has other identities...but I don't know about this." Tsukamoto Renpei said with an innocent face.

"Yes, he must have other identities!" Zhang Yi sneered and said carefully:

"Inform the Kaifeng Station and the Police Department to surround the apartment and search door to door. Even if we dig three feet into the ground, we still need to find traces of him."

"Yes." The plainclothesman responded solemnly and began to take action.

Tsukamoto Renpei looked at Zhang Yi's "angry" look, feeling slightly disdainful and regretful. Why would he succumb to such a person who was being played around by the agents of the Empire of Japan...

But thinking that he also contributed to this matter, his mood instantly improved a lot...

"You don't seem surprised?"

The understatement fell on Tsukamoto Renpei's ears, making him tremble all over.

"No... what I told you is all I know. Maybe the vultures can't even believe me..."

"It's true. People in our industry sometimes can't even trust themselves...but no matter how cunning a fox is, he can't escape the hunter's grasp."

"Masters compete with each other. Don't think about knocking people down with one punch. What is needed most at this time is patience. Mr. Tsukamoto, the fun is yet to come. Today we will see the true face of the vulture." Zhang Yi said meaningfully. smiled.

Tsukamoto Renpei sneered inwardly. In his opinion, Zhang Yi's words were just self-comfort. The vulture had already escaped... no, it was safely evacuated.

...With the arrival of a large number of special police officers, the originally quiet apartment building suddenly became noisy.

There were sounds of slamming doors, scoldings, complaints, children crying, and dogs barking...

The door of Room 312 was knocked open for a long time. A man wrapped in pajamas poked his head out with a dazed look on his face. He covered Ha Qie and asked warily:
"Who are you?"

"From the police station, show your ID and accept inspection." Two policemen in black uniforms showed their IDs expressionlessly.

"Wait a moment." The man frowned and closed the door. When he appeared again a moment later, he seemed to have washed his face and put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, exuding the elegant temperament of an intellectual.

"I am Chen Erdong, the editor-in-chief of Huamei Morning News. What happened?" The man handed over his ID and looked at the policeman up and down.

"Do you know Wang Haoyi who lives opposite you? Have you seen him today?" After checking the ID, the policeman took out a household registration card and waved it up.

"Wang Wang Haoyi? Are you talking about the nerd opposite?

I heard that he is a writer, but this guy lives in seclusion, so it is almost impossible to encounter him committing any crimes? "

Chen Erdong adjusted his glasses and looked closely at the household registration card. He looked interested and scanned the crowd in the corridor.

"Stop asking." The policeman scolded, and then said:
"Please cooperate with our search next."

"Cooperate, cooperate, please come in." Chen Erdong looked calm.

Looking at Chen Erdong's disappearing back, Zhang Yi asked Tsukamoto Renpei, who was frowning and thinking next to him:
"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. I was wondering where the vulture went."

Tsukamoto Renpei was worried and a little dazed. The moment he saw Chen Erdong, the face of a vulture flashed in his mind. Although the appearance was different and the voice was different, he couldn't help those calm and a little indifferent eyes. Can't forget.

"Really? Tsukamoto-kun is really loyal." Zhang Yi chuckled and whispered:
"Because you are so loyal, I will also let you see my secret weapon."

"Secret weapon?" He didn't know what trick Zhang Yi was playing, but Zhang Yi clapped his hands and the two plainclothes men turned and left.

Soon they came over with two strong police dogs.

They stuck out their tongues and gasped, sniffing everywhere.

Tsukamoto Renpei was stunned.

"Isn't it surprising?" Zhang Yi smiled sarcastically.

"The Qingdao Police Department under the Beiyang government in 22 hired German dog trainers to help them train police dogs. However, the development was full of twists and turns, and it was not until 30 years ago that they barely succeeded.
Our Secret Service has mastered this method and technology. "

"Although dogs cannot speak, they are humane and loyal. They have developed advanced neurological activity skills, keen sense of smell, hearing and tenacity. They can help people do many unexpected things."

As he spoke, he knelt down and touched the police dog's head, "You two are the protagonists in tonight's scene. You do a good job. You will be served with good food and drink every day."

With a wave of his hand, two plainclothes men led them into room 302.

Tsukamoto Renhei's face was pale. If the Chen Erdong he saw just now was really a vulture, then he would be doomed.

The appearance can be changed with makeup, the height can be put on more insoles, the voice can be imitated, and the living habits can be slowly disguised, but the smell...

Unless you wear perfume, but you are not a playboy, if a man, especially a single man, wears perfume not to mention weird, he will appear particularly eye-catching... The most taboo thing for a professional agent is to attract attention...

After sniffing the clothes and shoes in Room 302, the two hounds walked around on the ground a few times, panting heavily and dragging their plain clothes out the door.

Naturally, a simple search of Room 312 found nothing. Chen Erdong smiled and said:
"How can I, the editor-in-chief of a newspaper and a person of high status, possibly harbor criminals?"

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch and said, "It's already past eleven o'clock in the evening. There's already a curfew. The criminal will definitely not be able to escape. As long as you search the city, he will definitely not be able to escape."

"I'd like to lend you some good advice." A policeman smiled, took out a piece of paper and ink pad, and said:

"Mr. Chen, excuse me, please leave your fingerprints."

"Fingerprints? Aren't they already registered during the census and household registration?"

These days, the "ID cards" have fingerprints registered on them. Of course, they are not fingerprints in the real sense, but the dustpan and bucket on which the fingerprints are recorded. "O" represents the bucket, and "X" represents the dustpan...

In order to prevent the duplication of "dustpan" and "bucket", physical characteristics such as fatness, thinness, disability, handedness, moles and birthmarks will also be registered on the identity document.
"That was just rough, now we need detailed."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Chen Erdong pressed his fingerprints in cooperation, sneering in his heart. He had already cleared the fingerprints on the gun and ID, including those in the room, and discarded the only key. He had given up on that room.

Wanting to find myself through fingerprints is a wishful thinking.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a few barks. When he looked up, he saw two hounds running into his room, panting heavily and rushing towards him.

When Zhang Yi and others entered the room, he had already been bitten by two hounds on his ankles and was pushed to the ground by the police.

Zhang Yi spread his hands flat against Tsukamoto, who had a sad face and despair in his eyes.

"Look, little cleverness will always show up, so it's better to be kind."

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　Fingerprint identification has been around since the Republic of China. The criminal police department of the Kuomintang government has set up technical inspection institutions such as forensic fingerprint and handwriting testing and gun inspection. When I write novels, I always check the information. When commenting, you can download it on Baidu first. Don't just arbitrarily say that I made it up...

　　
　
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