My spy diary

Chapter 181 The Seed of Faith (please vote for me)
"What's going on? Why is there a power outage?"

Mao Qiwu looked at Han Wenhu, but before the latter could answer, a plainclothes scolding sound suddenly came from the latter.

"do not move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gun rang out, a scream came from the darkness, and then there was the sound of falling to the ground.

In front of the gunfire, all words seemed so pale.

When the gun went off, everything was in chaos and everyone ran away looking for cover.

Zhang Yi looked into the darkness in shock and quickly hid to the side.

"Who the hell fired the shot?" Han Wenhu roared in horror.

"Secretary Mao is a prisoner. Wang Yingming, he robbed me... Ah!" Before the plainclothes man could finish his words, he suddenly screamed again.

Gunshots rang out again, bang bang bang, and from time to time there were screams, roars, and messy footsteps, all mixed together.

"Trash, let's stop him." Mao Qiwu roared angrily, ducked into the interrogation room, and closed the door tightly.

Hearing that it was Wang Yingming who fired the gun, Zhang Yi was a little stunned. He saw someone lighting up a lighter in the darkness, and a glimmer of light came on. He saw several people falling to the ground. Someone seemed to have been shot in the stomach. He was holding on to the wound.
Someone was shot in the leg and was running away with a frightened look on his face.
Amidst the noisy footsteps, someone used the light to shoot at Wang Yingming.

Zhang Yi took a glance and saw that the person holding a lighter seemed to be Han Wenhu. Without thinking, he took out his pistol from the corner and shot him.

Bang, the bullet went directly through the back of his neck, and Han Wenhu fell to the ground with a plop.

Bang, the lighter fell to the ground, making a crisp sound and the flame jumping.

In an instant, there was a loud sound of gunfire, one or two, shrill and hollow, echoing in the underground passage.

"Don't shoot, damn, you'll kill one of your own."

Someone roared angrily. No one could be seen in the darkness, and it was impossible to tell the difference between friend and foe. This made all the prison guards and plainclothes wary. After all, bullets don't have eyes.

But Zhang Yi couldn't control that much. When he heard this person talking, he raised his gun and shot at the place where he was talking.

"Ah, fuck my ears, who shot it?"

However, his voice stopped suddenly, another gunshot fell, and the man fell to the ground with a plop.

Zhang Yi grabbed a running prison guard and shot him in the stomach. Then he grabbed his pistol, used him as a cover, listened to the sound to identify his position, and fired continuously.

Bang bang bang, as sparks were ejected, the figures running in the darkness fell one after another.

At this time, Zhang Yi took out the flashlight fastened to his waist and saw seven or eight corpses staggering in the middle of the passage. Some were already dead, while others were lying gasping for breath in waves of blood.

Zhang Yi drew his gun and started shooting. A plainclothes soldier brought by Mao Qiwu was shot in the stomach. He slumped in the corner. When he saw Zhang Yi shooting his own people, he was stunned at first, then suddenly picked up the gun and started shooting. .

"It's you. You're the traitor"

But before he could finish his words, a bullet had been poured into his forehead, and he fell down helplessly.

At this time, Zhang Yi saw Wang Yingming raising his gun and aiming at him. He had obviously been shot. There was a blood hole in his blood-stained chest, and his chest was soaked with blood.

"boom!"

The gun rang out and Wang Yingming fired. Zhang Yi felt as if time had frozen.

Does he mean to say that he doesn't want to do this? Lao Wang, you are pretending to be a traitor, I know, but I am one of our own, you should have discovered it, right?

The gunfire rang out, and Zhang Yi turned around in shock, only to see a person falling behind him.

It turned out that a prison guard was not dead. He picked up the gun on the ground and pointed it at Zhang Yi.

But before he could pull the trigger, he was shot dead by Wang Yingming.

Zhang Yi approached with a gun and looked at Wang Yingming, who was leaning against the wall, sweating and panting, trying to endure the severe pain. Before he could speak, Wang Yingming pointed to the interrogation room.

Zhang Yi immediately understood that Mao Qiwu was still hiding inside. He carefully stepped forward with a gun and pushed the door, only to find that the door of the interrogation room was closed from the inside.

He secretly cursed Mao Qiwu for being cunning, sneered, pulled the bolt and closed the door from the outside.

"I'll take you out." Zhang Yi quickly came to Wang Yingming's side and whispered.

Wang Yingming looked at him blankly for a moment, as if he had thought about countless possibilities in his mind, but he just didn't expect that there would be his comrades in the prison.

"Who are you?" He stared at Zhang Yi with a pair of deep eyes.

Zhang Yi looked at him and said, "I am a good person."

Wang Yingming was stunned.

Time was running out, Zhang Yi didn't want to waste time, and said directly: "Originally, I thought you were a traitor and I was going to get rid of you."

"what about now?"

"You have withstood the test, so I will naturally rescue you."

"Thank you for your kindness." Wang Yingming shook his head, "Originally, I wanted to fake a rebellion and pass on the news that the enemy had discovered the prison escape, so that the comrades could cancel the operation and not make unnecessary sacrifices."

"Now that I'm injured, I can't get out. I can't get out. I hope the comrades can cancel the operation when they hear the gunshots here." Wang Yingming shook his head and said firmly:

"In order not to arouse the enemy's suspicion, but also for your safety, not only can I not go out, but you have to shoot me."

Zhang Yi was stunned. His original intention was to eliminate rape, but now his plan has become to save people. Although it is difficult to save people by himself, who knows if he doesn't work hard?

But now that he heard what Wang Yingming said, he was stunned. This person was still considering the safety of other comrades and his safety, but he did not consider his own safety...

Zhang Yi could only look at him with complicated emotions. The solemnity that arose in his heart seemed to explode, and his spirit had never been so awe-inspiring.

Wang Yingming looked at him, coughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and his expression became serious.

"People should stay true to their ideals when they were young. We are not fighting alone. That's enough, isn't it?"

"From the day I took the oath, I will fight for my dream all my life until death. Young man, I hope you will do the same."

He took a few breaths and looked at Zhang Yi: "I don't have much time."

Zhang Yi was silent for a while, then nodded and said:

"wait for me."

With that said, Zhang Yi walked into the interrogation room next to him with a gun.

He kicked open the door and saw the traitor Wang Hexian hiding behind the table. When he saw Zhang Yi coming in, he stood up in surprise. However, before he could speak, Zhang Yi raised his hand and fired two shots.

One shot hit Wang Hexian in the chest, and the other shot directly into the forehead. He fell down with disbelief on his face.

Zhang Yi stepped forward and felt his pulse, confirming that the man was dead, then came out of the interrogation room and walked through the dark corridor to the power distribution room. He carried the deputy warden Song Gangfu out and placed him not far from the prison guard's body. He calculated the distance, thought for a while, helped Wang Yingming over, asked him to steady Song Gangfu, and then stood a little further away and said to him Then Song Gangfu was shot twice in the back.

Of course, another gun was used. Why not shoot at close range? Because the gunshot wounds appear differently depending on the distance of the shot.

Even if you are cheating, you must be genuine.

Otherwise, others can see through the flaw at a glance.

Then Zhang Yi cleaned off his fingerprints on Song Gangfu's pistol and flashlight, and stuffed them into his hands again.

He nodded to Wang Yingming. Wang Yingming raised his gun and shot him. Zhang Yi suddenly fell to the ground.

Then Zhang Yi, who fell to the ground, fired a few more shots randomly into the darkness.

According to the plan, Zhang Yi was going to shoot Wang Yingming next, but Zhang Yi really couldn't do it.
At this moment, noisy footsteps were heard outside, and someone was already breaking down the first door outside the interrogation room.

Wang Yingming looked at Zhang Yi anxiously. He didn't wait for the sound of gunshots. He had no choice but to sigh helplessly. When the door was completely opened, he staggered up and shot the prison guards who rushed in.

The shot seemed to be like a fuse. There was a loud sound of gunfire outside, and the prison guard shot him as expected.

"Bang bang bang" Wang Yingming was shot several times and fell straight to the ground.

After a few minutes, power was restored inside and outside the interrogation room.

Mao Qiwu walked around angrily. He looked gloomy and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Brother Qi Wu, can you please stop shaking?" Zhang Yi gasped and leaned against the wall, while several prison guards gathered around him to check his wounds.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Mao Qi Wuliu was in a state of confusion. Just now he was dreaming of getting promoted and getting rich, but he didn't expect that in an instant
"Who knows what happened? Why did Wang Yingming suddenly get a gun?"
And this guy surnamed Song actually shot at me. Damn it, if I hadn’t hid quickly, I might not even be able to see you now. "

Hearing what Zhang Yi said, Mao Qiwu's face turned even darker. He walked over and kicked a plainclothes man hard several times and cursed:

"Trash, it's all your fault, trash."

He vented his anger, looked ugly, and asked Zhang Yi:
"What's going on with this deputy warden?"

"I heard that he surrendered from the Red Party. He was awarded the rank of major for meritorious service and was appointed deputy warden. Now it seems that he is probably a fake surrender."

"Yes, yes, it's all this guy's fault. Wang Yingming is also a fake traitor. They must have been in cahoots with each other a long time ago.
First this person cut off the power, and then took advantage of Wang Yingming's attack to attack us. Now so many people are dead, including the leader of the Red Party, which makes us very passive. "Mao Qiwu said very helplessly and indignantly, as if this matter had nothing to do with him at all, and he was also deceived.

"You are here on behalf of Boss Dai. You have the highest military rank here. You can do whatever you want." Zhang Yi sighed and spread his hands helplessly.

"This Song Gangfu is too cunning." Mao Qiwuwo angrily ran to Song Gangfu and kicked his body a few more times, then ran to make a phone call with a gloomy expression.

Half an hour later, Mao Qiwu found Zhang Yi again, who had just taken out the bullet in the prison infirmary. He said solemnly:
"This thing doesn't seem right."

Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Mao Qiwu discovered some loophole?
There was no wave on his face and he asked calmly:
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Mao Qiwu frowned and said, "I thought about it carefully and listened to Wang Yingming's interrogation recording, and noticed one detail."

"what?"

"Brother, in the recording you told prison warden Han Wenhu that Wang Yingming had survived the torture, so why did he suddenly confess, right? Did you suspect that he was pretending to surrender, right?"

"That's what happened."

"That's right." Mao Qiwu slapped his thigh and said excitedly:
"Brother, you have seen it all, but Han Wenhu has no doubt at all? Why is he so sure that Wang Yingming is truly surrendering?"

As he spoke, he sighed and murmured: "Why did I believe his lies?"

'What's the meaning? ’

Zhang Yi glanced at him and said tentatively:
"You mean to say that Han Wenhu already knew that Wang Yingming was pretending to surrender?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. This person may also be related to the Red Party." Mao Qiwu said after thinking. Seeing Zhang Yi's doubtful face, he continued:

"Brother, don't forget the undercover agent Wang Yingming mentioned who has been in our Secret Service for four years."

"Since Wang Yingming is a fake rebel, the so-called undercover must be a lie."

"No, no, no, brother, in our industry we have to doubt everything, make bold assumptions, and be careful to verify." Mao Qiwu said mysteriously:
"In order to verify my guess, I have sent a few people to his house. Maybe they will get something soon."

As if to verify his words, the phone in the infirmary rang. The nurse took it and passed it to Mao Qiwu.

Mao Qiwu held the microphone and said, "It's me." Then he listened attentively to the report over there. After a while, his face showed joy:

"What? Gold bars, letters and intelligence? Is the evidence conclusive?"

Zhang Yi lay on the bed and watched his performance intently. Needless to say, Mao Qiwu must have played a frame-up trick.

"Okay, fix the evidence immediately and report to the director when I get back."

He hung up the phone, sighed heavily, and said:

"Now I finally know what red parties are everywhere...

There is sufficient evidence to show that there is something wrong with Han Wenhu. Even if he is not an undercover agent or a red party, it is certain that he is red. "

Zhang Yi was speechless. He said in his heart that you, Mao Qiwu, are indeed ruthless and will not even spare the dead. He asked doubtfully:

"No way? Isn't this person that stupid? He would keep the evidence against himself at home?"

“Brother, this is called being clever but being misled by cleverness!
This person is not stupid, he is cunning and cautious at the same time. I think the reason why he kept the evidence is to leave a way out for himself. If one day he is exposed, he will defect to the Red Party. These evidences are what he needs to do for the Red Party. The party has served as a stepping stone to get things done. "Mao Qiwu said with a deep expression.

Zhang Yi was speechless. Everyone was dead anyway, so he could say pros and cons casually. It seemed natural to use his death to make profits for himself. After all, dead people are sometimes more useful than living people.

Zhang Yi just nodded. Even if he saw through many things, he should not tell them.

Silence is always deeper than the speaker.

"boom"

At this time, fireworks exploded in the sky outside the window. It was 1937, and the joyful atmosphere of the New Year covered up all the absurdities in the prison.

It's like a human drama of absurdity, and everything is over. Things started as absurd and ended as lightly as a feather.

But is this really the case?
Zhang Yi looked at the fireworks in the sky, and a resolute face appeared in his mind. He felt as heavy as Mount Tai.

And what he said, people should be loyal to their dreams when they were young.

This sentence is like planting a seed of faith in his heart. Under certain conditions, it will sprout and grow until it becomes his spiritual pillar!

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(End of this chapter)