My spy diary

Chapter 180 Undercover (please vote)

The sound of traitor did not make Mr. Wang He feel the slightest bit guilty. Instead, he said angrily:

"I have been a member of the party for more than ten years. I have been working underground for so long. I never thought that I would be arrested. I was betrayed by a traitor, and my wife was imprisoned with me. Why is the reality so unfair to me? ?

I was able to do all these things, not to disclose the situation of the organization, and to endure torture. From the moment I was arrested, I was prepared to die.

But, it doesn’t matter if I die, where are my wife and children? Why is fate so cruel to me? "

"A traitor is a traitor, don't give yourself excuses.

People like you, to put it mildly, are petty bourgeois fanatics and have no firm beliefs at all...

To put it more seriously, you are just a speculator who has infiltrated into the revolutionary ranks. We work for the organization and the people, not for future happiness." Wang Yingming dismissed his words.

"Not necessarily, Secretary Wang. Those leaders who are higher than me and more important than me have all rebelled. A few more traitors like me will never affect the victory of the Chinese revolution.
Now that Guohong is starting to cooperate in the fight against Japan again, you'd better confess as soon as possible. If you confess, you can get leniency from the government. "Wang Hexian had just rebelled, and he acted as a lobbyist.

Han Wenhu stepped forward and pinched Wang Yingming's chin, and said fiercely:

Wang Yingming shook his head, looked at him contemptuously, and said with emphasis:

Wang Yingming rebelled?

He frowned and said: "I think this person is lying. Not to mention the past, he survived an interrogation today, although his true identity has been revealed now.
But I still can't figure it out. After being tortured for a while, he confessed. What was the purpose of betraying him so easily and confessing such explosive information? "

The sky gradually darkened.

In the interrogation room, the blood-stained Wang Yingming looked tired, but extremely calm. He wiped the blood from his mouth and said:
"I want to see your supreme commander."

Deputy Warden Song Gangfu said: "Everyone tacitly agrees on this kind of thing. According to the warden's method, he insists that he is a murderer. No one can say anything. It is just a matter of having one more transcript."

"It's empty talk. Boss Dai doesn't have time to see you." Han Wenhu said noncommittally.

Han Wenhu became angry and asked the prison guards to continue to torture him.

Zhang Yi's heart was burned again.

"I'm talking about the highest officer, Dai Chunfeng."

Zhang Yi glanced at the gray sky and couldn't help but worry in his heart. Can Wang Yingming survive another interrogation?

Zhang Yi stopped lighting his cigarette and looked at him deeply. This traitor was really insidious and cunning.

Among them was the release of all political and criminal offenders. The streets were full of people shouting about resisting Japan. If Wang Yingming did not confess, he could only be executed secretly or shot in the name of a murderer."

A senior undercover agent who has been working in the Secret Service for four years. In terms of time, the Secret Service had just been established at that time. If the news is true, this undercover agent is undoubtedly a big fish.

……

"Chief Zhang, don't forget the 'Mermaid', maybe this undercover agent is him."

Zhang Yi's heart was throbbing, and he secretly looked at Wang Yingming's expression and tone of voice to determine whether this piece of information was true or false.

Does this person know Zheng Huhe’s identity?

Outside the interrogation room, the faint sounds of shouting, yelling, questioning, screaming, and wailing complemented the sound of the approaching New Year's firecrackers outside.

Coming out of the interrogation room, Zhang Yi complimented: "Congratulations to Warden Han for digging out such an important Red Party prisoner. Your commendation and promotion orders will probably come out soon."

As he spoke, he changed the subject: "However, this is too cheap for him.
I have a suggestion from my humble position, secretly let the wind go out and induce the Red Party people to come to the rescue, and then catch them all in one fell swoop. "

Wang Yingming gritted his teeth and did not scream. He wiped the large beads of sweat on his forehead, panted for a long time, and suddenly stared at Han Wenhu and said:
"I want to see Dai Chunfeng, and I will only confess if I see him."

"I am the warden, and I am the highest officer." Han Wenhu said.

Han Wenhu sighed: "I don't expect a promotion or anything. Now the committee has agreed to the six agreements proposed by Zhang Yang...

"No matter how strong the agent is, he is still a human being. Just because he didn't recruit him last time doesn't mean he won't recruit him this time." Han Wenhu smiled disapprovingly.

Han Wenhu and Song Gangfu stood up in surprise.

Four years as an undercover agent for the Secret Service? Zheng Huhe?

Zhang Yi secretly smiled in his heart, the mermaid is sitting next to you, or is it him?

However, only half an hour later, the prison guard came out excitedly and said, "We're hiring."

"Good idea, I'll report it to the section chief now."

"Tell him that I want to testify against a senior undercover agent of the Red Party who has been in the Secret Service for four years."

Han Wenhu put away the surprise on his face and thought about something uncertainly. After a while, he whispered to Zhang Yi:

Wang Yingming still resisted with silence.

"Haha, just you? Mr. Dai doesn't even want to take a look at a small role like you." Han Wenhu sneered:
"Wang, do you feel too good about yourself? Mr. Dai is busy with everything, but he has no time to listen to you, a prisoner, talking nonsense. If you don't say something valuable, we will continue to torture you."

But Han Wenhu was very satisfied with his suggestion and said excitedly:

He snorted coldly and winked at the prison guard. The prison guard held a red-hot iron and pressed it directly on Wang Yingming's bleeding wound.

He showed some surprise at the right time and turned his head to look at Han Wenhu.

As soon as these words came out, the interrogation room became silent for an instant, and even the prison guards who were about to continue the execution looked at him with wide eyes and surprise.

With a bang, Wang Yingming twitched all over, and a burning smell filled the air.

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Yi apologetically and said:

"You have only two options, either surrender or be shot."

"Captain Zhang, I'm sorry. From now on, no one in this interrogation room can leave until someone is sent from above."

Zhang Yi shrugged indifferently: "It's okay, I'm also curious about who this undercover agent is."

"Okay." Han Wenhu nodded and winked at Deputy Warden Song Gangfu. Two guards were immediately posted at the door of the interrogation room, while he went to the side and made a phone call.

Half an hour later, Mao Qiwu rushed to the interrogation room covered in dust.

Dai Chunfeng is having an operation in Shanghai and will definitely not be able to come. Secretary Mao is his representative and incarnation.

As soon as he brought his people, he took over the interrogation room and drove all the prison guards out. He also treated the deputy warden Song Gangfu without any pretense.

At this moment, there are only four people left in the interrogation room: Zhang Yi, Mao Qiwu, Han Wenhu, and Wang Yingming.

"You can say it now." Mao Qiwu glanced at his watch:
"I'll go to Shanghai later, you only have one hour."

Wang Yingming didn't make any more excuses at this moment. He asked for a glass of water and a cigarette and started to talk.

However, what he said had nothing to do with being an undercover agent. Instead, he seemed to be reviewing his own life.

From going to school in Hunan to going to university in Peiping, to how to join the underground party, to when to come to Jinling, I talked about a lot of people and things.
Finally, Mao Qiwu became impatient. He interrupted Wang Yingming directly, with a trace of cruelty on his fair and round face, and said sternly:
"Mr. Wang, I don't have time to listen to your story
Now you need to tell me the undercover's name, contact information, or password. "Wang Yingming was silent for a while, then nodded and suddenly said:
"I can tell you his true identity, but you have to ensure my safety."

"Don't worry about that." Mao Qiwu smiled confidently.

"There are all operational experts from the Secret Service that I brought here. As long as you reveal his identity, I will immediately transfer you to a safe enough place."

But Wang Yingming shook his head and looked at him solemnly:
"This person has a very high position and his reach is very wide. Maybe there are people from him here too."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Yi and Han Wenhu with suspicious eyes.

Mao Qiwu smiled. He thought for a moment and looked at Zhang Yi and Han Wenhu apologetically:

"Brothers, how about you guys."

Zhang Yi stood up noncommittally and walked outside.

Han Wenhu curled his lips and said with a gloomy face: "Secretary Mao, the Red Party is treacherous and cunning, you must be careful."

Mao Qiwu smiled disapprovingly, pointed at Wang Yingming who was tied to the interrogation chair with handcuffs and shackles, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, even though Qi Wu is a secretary, he has also killed people."

Hearing what he said, Han Wenhu shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out.

Mao Qiwu stood up and turned off the monitoring equipment on the table, with a hint of joy on his face. He was born with a repressive instinct, and even if he was ecstatic in his heart, he would not show it.

He knew that his qualifications had always been his shortcoming. Not to mention the other people in the Secret Service, even the Han Wenhu, who was called Secretary Mao, had no respect or fear for him. He probably thought that he was relying on his qualifications just like everyone else. I didn't know how to complain in my heart because of my relationship with fellow classmate Dai Chunfeng.

If he can dig out the Red Party undercover agent who has been lurking in the Secret Service for four years this time, and see who dares to underestimate him, maybe the committee will know about him by then.

After returning to Jinling after performing meritorious service in Chang'an, great expectations have been rising in his heart...

At this moment, he seemed to have seen the superior commissioner talking to him face to face affectionately. He even regarded him as his most trusted confidant, scolding him, and leaving scars on his body with a riding crop.
"You can say it now." Mao Qiwu walked up to Wang Yingming with a smile.

Wang Yingming nodded: "Get closer."

Mao Qiwu was suffocated upon hearing this, his expression changed, he glanced at him suspiciously, then glanced at the door, and sneered:
"Stop playing tricks and just say it."

Wang Yingming sighed and shook his head, as if mocking his timidity.

Then, under Mao Qiwu's gaze, he mentioned an address and the location of a dead mailbox, and then immediately shut his mouth.

"What is this place? Who lives here?"

Mao Qiwu had just arrived in Jinling and had no idea where he was talking about. He frowned and said:
"I only want to be undercover and have little interest in other small fish and shrimps."

Wang Yingming smiled slyly, looked at him intently, looked around the interrogation room, and said calmly:

"A place like this can only handle small fish and shrimps."

"What do you mean? Are you kidding me?" Mao Qi was furious, feeling that his fantasy and expectations were shattered instantly.

"I need a doctor, the best hotel, steak, and beautiful women."

Wang Yingming didn't seem to notice his anger. At this moment, he was like a cunning and experienced businessman, constantly making his demands.

"What if I don't agree?" Mao Qiwu said with a gloomy face.

"You will agree. I can tell you something first. His position is section chief."

"Section Chief?"

Mao Qiwu was startled and looked at him suspiciously. After thinking for a while, he suddenly picked up the phone on the table and dialed, asking someone to book a room at the Jinling Hotel.

Then he opened the door and said to the warden Han Wenhu and others:

"I want to take this person away."

Zhang Yi came out of the toilet, glanced at the long and dark corridor, and slowly leaned against the door of the power distribution room. He looked around carefully and took out a ring needle from his cuff.

I glanced at the lock core and poked it with a ring needle. With a "clang" sound, the door opened slightly.

He glanced at the corridor and walked in resolutely, even with a feeling of death.

Entering the power distribution room, he had just opened the electrical box when suddenly a light flashed through the gap under the door.

Zhang Yi's heart trembled. Someone was coming from outside. He quickly closed the electrical box and quietly hid it behind the wall beside the door.

At this time, the light in the crack of the door went out, and the footsteps stopped at the door.

"Who's here?"

The speaker was Deputy Warden Song Gangfu. As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of bullets being loaded was heard softly.

Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows, coughed slightly, and said:
"Deputy Warden Song?"

As he spoke, he stepped out and slowly opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a wary-looking Song Gangfu.

He was quite surprised to see it was Zhang Yi. His face hidden in the darkness was uncertain, and he asked:
"Chief Zhang, why are you here?"

"Shh." Zhang Yi made a silent gesture, pointed at the door lock of the power distribution room, and said in a low voice:
"Why is the power distribution room open? I just came out of the toilet and saw a vague figure sneaking around."

"You came just in time, hurry up, the person should be inside."

"What?" Song Gangfu stared at Zhang Yi for a few times, his eyebrows flashing, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you talking about? You have a gun. You are the one who takes the lead."

Zhang Yi didn't change his expression and pushed him gently. The moment he turned around suspiciously, he suddenly hit him on the back of the neck with a knife. Song Gangfu suddenly fell to the ground.

Zhang Yi cautiously glanced at the passage and dragged him in.

A few minutes later, he came out of the power distribution room and passed through the long and narrow corridor. As he walked inside, the light became darker and darker.

Zhang Yi walked alone toward the second iron door of the interrogation room deep in the corridor. The dim light shone from behind, and his firm face could be vaguely seen in the backlight.

When he arrived at the door of the interrogation room, he watched Mao Qiwu's men carrying Wang Yingming out of the interrogation room. Mao Qiwu was signing the handover with Han Wenhu, and asked confusedly:

"Brother Qi, what is this?"

"I will take him away first. You will know the specific situation later."

"Okay." Zhang Yi nodded.

Mao Qiwuzhi smiled triumphantly. The moment he took a step, the power suddenly went out, and the interrogation room fell into darkness instantly...

(End of this chapter)