My spy diary

Chapter 188: Chase (please vote)

Zhang Yi and others desperately pursued the direction of the cinema. A few roads away, they saw that the cinema with a plaque with the word "Jiaxiang" had appeared in front of them. Then when they were about to rush over, a clear ringing of a bell suddenly rang.

It's the closing bell at the cinema.

As the bell rang, the originally closed door of the cinema suddenly opened, and many viewers who had finished watching the movie squeezed out like a tide.

"boom"

Zhang Yi fired a shot into the sky and ordered:
"Let the patrol officers come over to assist and control everyone here. Everyone must be inspected before leaving."

Then he led people towards the cinema.

The entrance to the cinema was buzzing with excitement, and by the time Zhang Yi and others finally squeezed in, the killer had long since disappeared.

After a search, they only found a black coat in the toilet on the first floor, which smelled of gunpowder.

Zhang Yi looked at the depressed looking monkeys, Qian Xiaosan and others, sneered and said:
"Get a hunting dog and go to the scene now, and separate a team of people to search the roof of the cinema."

He came to the cinema and silently watched the noisy and frightened crowd gathered here. They lined up anxiously waiting for inspection. Some looked frightened, others whispered...

Zhang Yi knew that the killer was among those leaving the scene.

At this time, the monkey came over and said: "On the top platform of the cinema, in a corner, there were obvious traces of someone sitting or crawling on it, as well as cigarette butts and match stems...

Following the traces, we found that the killer escaped along the iron water pipe attached to the wall. There were obvious pedal marks on the wall.

We followed the killer's trail and soon found the Mauser 98K rifle with a scope abandoned by the killer in a trash can. Unfortunately, the gun had been cleaned and no obvious fingerprints were left. "

"From the analysis of the many cigarette butts left at the scene, this person had been waiting on the rooftop for a long time.
Judging from the evacuation route arranged by the killer, this was a premeditated assassination, but how did they know where our car happened to pass today? Could it be?"

Could it be something? Insider?

Zhang Yi shook his head subconsciously. He went to the headquarters after receiving a call from Room A of Hong Gong Temple. There could not be a Japanese spy in Room A unless they tapped the phone...

Excluding bugs, the biggest problem arises at the central telephone office. Could it be that there are hidden Japanese spies in the central telephone office?
Zhang Yi then thought about the car in which the other gunmen were riding in the Executive Yuan photo-taking car. Could it be that Huang Jun's other accomplices had revealed the news? Is there still an undiscovered Huang Junyu Party in the Executive Yuan?

Or is it that the enemy has already been tracking and monitoring him? Why didn't I find it?
Maybe you don't need to monitor him at all, just monitor the people around you.

He shook his head and looked at the team undergoing inspection.

Everyone being inspected not only had to show their movie tickets and ID, but also pointed out the people sitting next to them to identify each other.

Anyone who cannot explain clearly will be immediately taken aside by plainclothes for careful interrogation, or their documents will be further checked or their identity will be verified by phone. As long as the killer is mixed in the team, sooner or later the clues will be exposed.

Although human memory is very short, especially ordinary people without special training, in order to clear their suspicions and leave this place as soon as possible, the audience has to rack their brains and try to identify the people sitting next to them.

Suddenly there was a small commotion in the crowd, and a young woman wearing a silk cheongsam who looked like a rich lady suddenly started to make a noise.

"Where is my ticket? My ticket is missing. Xiaohong, didn't I give you the movie ticket?"

The maid next to her looked exactly like her entourage and found that her ticket was also missing. She looked depressed and was about to cry.

The young woman opened her bag and searched for a long time, but found nothing. She pinched the maid's arm and scolded:

"Damn girl, you are trying to kill me."

The maid was in pain and anxious, her eyes were red, but she didn't dare to resist, tears streaming down her eyes.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yi separated from the crowd and walked up, asking:
"Which rows and seats are you in? Can anyone prove it?"

The young woman looked arrogant and said: "What are the rows and seats? We are sitting in the VIP seats, private rooms."

"What movie are you watching? What's the content of the movie?"

"'Cause of Laughter', what's the content? Starring the big star Hu Die, you don't know this?"

The young woman had a teasing look on her face, with a hint of disdain, as if it was a shame that she didn't know Hu Die.

As she spoke, she took out a round fan to fan herself and said impatiently:
"It's over, I'm the wife of Commander Hu of the 37th Army. Believe it or not, I'll make a phone call and you'll have to walk around without food."

Zhang Yi smiled disdainfully, showing a bit of ferocity:

"I told you about the content of the movie. If you can't answer it, don't talk about Captain Hu or Captain Ma. It's useless for anyone to come."

Intimidated by Zhang Yi's strong murderous aura, and seeing the two plainclothes men behind him holding pistols, the young woman's expression changed and she began to tell the story honestly.

"The movie is about a young man from Hangzhou, Fan Jiashu, who went to Peking to study."

"Okay, let's go."

After listening to her narration for a few words, Zhang Yi waved her away and looked at the other person behind her.

"You also lost your movie tickets? Are you sitting in the box too?"

This man was about thirty years old, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a camera hanging on his chest. When he saw Zhang Yi asking, he bowed slightly and said with a depressed look:

"Yeah, I was crowded when I was going out, and then I found that the movie ticket was missing."

As he spoke, he handed over his ID.

Zhang Yi took it and took a look. His name was Zheng Yuanyang, a reporter from the Jinling office of "Movie Star" magazine.

"It turns out to be Reporter Zheng." A smile flashed across Zhang Yi's lips.

"Routine inquiry. Reporter Zheng is a reporter for a film magazine. I think he has his own unique insights into this movie. Can you tell me what this movie is about?"

Zheng Yuanyang's hand holding the camera tightened unconsciously, and then he thought calmly:

"This is a 32-year-old movie that tells the love story of young Fan Jiashu."

He talked freely and even said several lines from the movie.

Zhang Yi nodded and sighed: "You can remember a movie so deeply if you like it too much or don't like it too much. Reporter Zheng is indeed a professional. You can leave."

"Thank you." Zheng Yuanyang nodded with relief and left.

At this time, there were several barks, and a plainclothes man walked over with a wolfdog.

"Wait a minute." Zheng Yuanyang took a few steps, and Zhang Yi suddenly stopped him.

Zheng Yuanyang turned around slowly, with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhang Yi smiled and pointed at the hunting dog led by plainclothes, and said: "There is still one more level to go."

"This sir"

"Any questions?"

"No." Zhang Yi stared at him, catching the slightest change in expression on his face.

This reporter does behave like a reporter, but his body language seems to reveal something...

When he left just now, he clearly looked relieved. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly and his facial muscles relaxed. But the moment he called him, his body stiffened slightly. What was he afraid of?
Especially when he saw the hunting dog, his unclenched fists clenched again.
Zhang Yi vaguely felt that the identity of this reporter was fishy. Even if he did not participate in the assassination, he must know something.

However, as soon as the hunting dog reached him, there was a sudden boom, and there was a loud bang in the cinema, which was an explosion.

Everyone turned around in horror, and saw a young couple queuing up for inspection. They took advantage of the patrolman's turn and suddenly rushed up, pulled out the rifle from the patrolman's waist, and fired several shots at the crowd...

In the chaos, they quickly passed through the crowd, grabbed the smoking driver of the police car, started the car, and drove away frantically.

Zhang Yi's face changed suddenly. He did not expect that today's assassin would have another trick. Seeing the hunting dog barking at the reporter's camera, he sneered, grabbed Zheng Yuanyang by the back of his neck, and kicked him to the ground. Several plainclothes men jumped on him and pushed him down.

"Leave a team of people to continue checking.
Immediately call the police and gendarmerie to cordon off the five kilometers of nearby streets and conduct a fan-shaped search...

I also called Corey for support, and the others chased with me. "

Zhang Yi left Zheng Yuanyang under control, issued orders in an orderly manner, and immediately led people to chase him in a car.

Half an hour later, after being chased and intercepted by patrol police, plainclothes officers, and military police, the two killers were successfully cornered in a residence in Huianli.

When Zhang Yi arrived, the household registration police and the security chief had already worked together to evict all nearby residents.

A dilapidated attic has been surrounded by patrol police, military police and plainclothes. Countless guns are pointed at the window with fluttering curtains on the second floor...

But no one dared to get close, because in the previous few breakthroughs, the other party had killed two patrol policemen and a plainclothes officer cleanly. The blood-stained corpses reminded everyone that there were two extremely vicious agents with accurate marksmanship in the attic. .

"Who lives inside?" Zhang Yi stared at the attic silently and asked the trembling security guard beside him, who looked terrified.

"This...is a prostitute, and a three-year-old boy."

As soon as the security guard finished speaking, a patrol officer came forward and said:

"Sir, for the sake of my subordinates, just throw two grenades in. No matter who the Japanese agent is, they will all be killed."

"What about mother and son?"

"Then we can only blame them for their bad luck. It would be nice if they were given some pension after death."

The inspector sounded disapproving, as if the mother and son were not human beings in their eyes.

Although in troubled times, human life is like nothing, Zhang Yi was still chilled by the words of a patrol commander.

This is like rescuing a kidnapped hostage. In order to capture the kidnapper, you directly kill the hostage and the kidnapper together. If you don't do this, some people will say that you are a woman...

The person who said this is so cold-blooded. What if the person who was kidnapped was his family member?
Even ants have a chance to survive, right?

For Zhang Yi, this era and this world are much more complicated than you imagine. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is absurd, but you cannot be absurd just because others are absurd. He is not nobler than others, but not more despicable than others.

People cannot change their inner standards just because the world is absurd.

Zhang Yi snorted coldly and said: "Shout inside and ask them to release the hostages. We can let them go."

Everyone was stunned by Zhang Yi's words, but seeing Zhang Yi's unquestionable attitude, everyone sighed helplessly and shouted to the attic.

"Listen to the people inside and release the hostages immediately. Our Chief Zhang can let you go."

There was a long silence in response to this statement.

After a few minutes, I saw the curtains of the window shaking. First, an unkempt long-haired woman poked out. A pistol was pressed against her temple. She didn't dare to move. Tears of fear flowed all over her face. His body was trembling.

Then a gloomy and hoarse voice sounded:

"Chinese people, I can agree to your request and let this woman go first.
But I need to see your sincerity first and prepare a fully fueled car immediately. In addition, the car needs 100 kilograms of high explosives."

Zhang Yi picked up the binoculars and stared at the man, looking for the best shooting point.

But this man was very cunning. He huddled behind the woman, and the hand holding the gun was hidden in the dark. There was no shooting angle at all. He couldn't help but frowned, and pondered for a moment:

"Promise him."

After the plainclothes man shouted again, arrogant laughter sounded inside:
"Chinese people, those who understand current affairs are heroes. Your choice is correct."

Zhang Yi snorted coldly and did not answer. He ordered his men to prepare the vehicles, then observed the surrounding buildings, his eyes fell on the abrupt telegraph pole in the distance, and he had an idea in his mind.

He immediately called the monkey to whisper a few words.

The latter understood and turned around to leave.

In the tense and anxious atmosphere, more and more people gathered here to watch, and even media reporters arrived.

At this time, a whistle sounded, indicating that the car prepared by the Secret Service had arrived.

At the killer's request, the car was parked underneath the attic.

After a while, there was a burst of messy footsteps, and an unkempt woman staggered out. She fell on the steps and slumped on the ground, her eyes were blank, tears were streaming down her face, and she was mumbling to herself. language:
"Baoer, my baby"

She cried heartbreakingly and was extremely sad. A brave neighbor immediately stepped forward to help her up and quickly escaped from the danger zone.

However, at this moment, the unkempt woman suddenly pulled out a pistol from her waist and pointed the gun at Zhang Yi.

"Bang", a gunshot rang out in a flash of lightning. At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.

The bullet hit Zhang Yi. Just as a trace of pride appeared on the woman's dirty face, Zhang Yi raised his hand and shot her.

The moment the gunfire rang out, amidst the surprised calls of the "unit chief", a group of plainclothes men who had been temporarily dazed had woken up and pulled the triggers on the woman one after another.

This woman is obviously not a prostitute, but a Japanese female spy in disguise.

"bang bang bang"

The woman was shot several times and blood soaked through her clothes. She fell down with a look of reluctance on her face and stared blankly at Zhang Yi, as if she was wondering why the shot she fired had no effect.

"Keiko!!!"

The male killer at the window grabbed a crying boy, shouted, and fired several shots angrily at the encirclement.

Zhang Yi was waiting for this moment. He waved his hand, and the plainclothes man ambushed in the distance instantly pulled the trigger of his rifle. With a bang, the bullet hit the killer's wrist, and blood splashed everywhere. He instantly retracted.

At this moment, a plainclothesman who climbed up the telephone pole took out a flying claw rope, swung it out neatly and hooked it on the roof of the attic. The plainclothesman slid down the rope and quickly broke the window and entered the attic.

Then there was a bang at the attic door, followed by two gunshots and a sharp scream.

After a while, several plainclothes escorts came out, escorting a man with a ferocious face and who had been shot in the wrist and shoulder.

(End of this chapter)