My spy diary

Chapter 189 Surveillance (please vote)

The hostages were rescued successfully and the killer was escorted into the car. Zhang Yi and a group of plainclothes men quietly disappeared before the noisy crowd gathered.

The work of an agent is like an underground undercurrent, quiet, tortuous, rapid, but full of danger. Zhang Yi is used to such turbulence, but such work cannot be exposed in the slightest, especially in front of the media and the public.

Operations Section Office.

Zhang Yi drank a cup of fragrant tea and took a long breath.

Wang Xinheng's face was solemn and he asked: "Are you sure they are all Japanese?"

Zhang Yi nodded and said, "Yes."

"This is a premeditated revenge by the Japanese." Wang Xinheng asked in a serious tone:
"I heard you were shot. Are you okay?"

Zhang Yi took out the third-class Yunhui Medal from his arms, pointed at the bullet hole in the center of the medal, and said with lingering fear:
"Thankfully I have it, otherwise I would have died in the line of duty today."

The Yunhui Medal is one of the land, sea and air medals of the National Government. It is named after the Yunhui engraved in the center of the medal.

It was awarded in 35 and is divided into nine grades. The first to third grades are grand awards, the fourth and fifth grades are leading awards, and the sixth, seventh and eighth grades are lapel awards. Their levels are below the same level as the Baoding Medal and under the Loyalty and Diligence Medal. above.

This medal was previously made of sterling silver, but later it began to cut corners and was made of steel and copper.

Zhang Yi didn't know if he needed to thank the medal production department for causing him only minor injuries.

"Are there any casualties among our men?"

"I was caught off guard at the beginning. Several brothers died, three died on the spot, and one was seriously injured and is being rescued." Zhang Yi sighed and said:

"Only one person died and one person was injured in the back."

"The Japanese are so eager to jump over the wall." Wang Xinheng sneered, and then said with some surprise:
"Why did the murderer take a car with an Executive Yuan license plate? How did they know your driving route?"

Zhang Yi also wants to know the answer to this question.

Just listen to Wang Xinheng continue to say: "Looking up is the buttocks, and the left and right are the ears and eyes. This is the case wherever you go.
The Battle of Songhu was raging, and some people were already promoting the argument of surrender. What's ridiculous is that there were also literati and poets who cried out for Huang Jun, a traitor, saying that he had such a noble character, but he just went astray for a while, which is really ridiculous. "

He pondered for a while and said: "The espionage stock has lost its manpower this time. The action team will make up for some first, and the rest."

After a pause, he continued: "The boss is setting up a special team in Shanghai. I heard that many of the team members are educated young people, even many college students. Talents are rare.

If these people can't show what they're good at, it's a waste of talent.

So the boss is planning to hold a training class in Shanghai. It is said that the names have been chosen: Military Commission Jiangsu and Zhejiang Action Committee Qingpu Special Technical Training Class and Songjiang Special Training Class. "

Zhang Yi nodded. The training courses held by the Secret Service were the beginning of the expansion of secret service talents.

(During the peak of military rule, Boss Dai had 18 plainclothes agents, 7 armed guerrillas, 2 guerrillas, 1.5 loyal and national salvation troops, and 4 organized pirates along the southeast coast, adding up to a total of 32 actual or potential pirates. All personnel are under his command. An average of 4 people work for him 24 hours a day. This is still directly under his command.)

Strictly speaking, the Qingpu class and the Songjiang class were not formal training classes of the Secret Service, because Boss Dai killed them first and then reported them. The General Office of the Military Commission did not recognize them and they did not even have a seal. They could only carve a stamp privately.

The training content of this class is all about reconnaissance, operations, and demolition. The training time was originally scheduled for three months, but was later shortened to one month due to the war, and the training was basically for dead soldiers.

Yu Zecheng in "Latent" came out of this class, so Boss Dai said that the Qingpu class are all warriors.

Each of these two classes recruited 408 students. However, on the way to Wuhan, they were bombed and attacked by Japanese aircraft and suffered heavy losses. Less than 50 people survived in the Songjiang class, and only about 300 people remained in the youth training class.

Later, Linli class was established on the basis of these two classes.

Because Boss Dai was particularly fond of the graduates of this class, many of them were personally selected and put into important positions. They also had instructors and teachers such as Wu Jingzhong and Shen Xishan as their backers, and they quickly became the backbone of the Secret Service, holding important positions and working with many veterans. The secret service fought in a separate court, so there was "don't look at it if it's not Li (propriety), don't use it if it's not Li (property)".

Of course this is a story for later.

Seeing Zhang Yi nodding, Wang Xinheng stood up and took out a photo from his desk drawer and handed it over and said:
"This is a photo brought back by an insider lurking in Tokyo, Wu Bing."

Zhang Yi took it and saw that the yellowed photo showed a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old, with short hair and wearing a clean school uniform. She looked somewhat heroic, but her eyes were sinister, revealing a bit of arrogance and indifference.

There is still a big difference between the photo and the one provided by Nanzo Yunzi.

Zhang Yi didn't know what kind of appearance she used to show off when performing tasks, but since he knew her address, he just had to click on the picture to find her.

At the summer tea stall, the boss used a tarpaulin to build a roof to escape the heat. There were a few old tables placed under the roof, and a few small stools scattered around it.

The boss, or uncle, with a gray beard, with his skinny upper body bare and only a pair of calf-nosed trousers, was fanning himself with a cattail leaf fan while smoking a hookah and flipping the cuckoo on the small stove next to him from time to time. Steaming teapot.

Zhang Yi, monkey, Qian Xiaosan and others sat at a table and drank tea boiled with foam. They were all dressed as coolies.

Monkey took a sip of tea and whispered: "Commander, according to your instructions, we have been watching her from the moment we found her."

"Is there any movement?"

"She got off the rickshaw and went straight home and never came out."

Zhang Yi nodded and glanced at a small courtyard in the back alley.

According to the information provided by the landlord and the patrol police, there was a charming lady living in the courtyard, who claimed to be the abandoned concubine of a rich man who had escaped from Shanghai.

After the landlord and patrol officers compared portraits and photos, they identified the woman as Wu Bing.

This reason makes sense. At the beginning of the war, the first ones to flee were the rich and powerful. They fled by plane, train, ferry, car, or abroad, in Hong Kong, or inland. Then came the millions of displaced residents who fled. Everyone is looking for a chance to survive.

Either integrate into the British and French concessions, or flee towards the countryside. Those who fled aimlessly were only waiting for them to be bullied and killed by the Japanese army.

"We took control of the rickshaw driver who pulled her. According to his confession, the woman was pulled four streets away. She was smoking and drinking."

"Four blocks away? She must have changed cars temporarily. She can hide her real location, but she can't hide it after drinking. She must be socializing when she drinks at this time."

Zhang Yi took out a Jinling map, unfolded it, marked the map within five kilometers with the location as the center, and quickly found the Central Hotel, Jinling Hotel and other social activity centers.

A former concubine of a rich man, she should have lived a luxurious life before. Although she is now down and out, she is active in social situations and makes new supporters. This character is not bad.

But Zhang Yi estimated that this woman must have used social opportunities to find prey or contact someone to achieve her ulterior motives.

Who is the one? Whether it is to instigate rebellion or join forces is unknown.

At this time, Qian Xiaosan asked:
"Commander, do you want to arrest someone?"

Zhang Yi shook his head. Even with Nan Zao Yunzi's confession, he arrested people without sufficient evidence. Even though Xu Chunzhi, Vice President Xu, was a toothless tiger, he was not something he could compete with when he bit people hard. .

As the saying goes, if you catch a thief and get the stolen goods, if you catch a traitor and get the double, you must get both the stolen goods and everyone, so that no one can say anything.

Time passed by, towards evening, with the setting sun slanting, Wu Bing walked out holding a Kun bag.

Her long hair was smooth and fluttering gently in the wind, revealing her fair and long neck.

Wearing a silk cheongsam, she has a graceful figure and elegant lines. Under the bifurcation of the cheongsam is a pair of long, round and smooth legs, and she is wearing a pair of sharp high heels.

There is a faint smile on her pretty face, and her eyes are flowing like autumn water, with a hint of lazy charm, which makes people unable to help but be fascinated.

The rickshaw driver was a young man in his early twenties. He had a red face and hurriedly lowered the shaft of the rickshaw to welcome the woman up, running as hard as he could.

Wu Bing changed cars twice, and after many twists and turns, she finally arrived at her destination, the Great World Ballroom.

She seemed to be a regular visitor here, skillfully ordering a glass of wine at the bar, smoking and drinking while looking for her prey in the crowd.

In a dimly lit corner, Zhang Yi and a pretty dancer were talking nonchalantly, watching Wu Bing's further movements with cold eyes.

In the colorful world ballroom, there is no shortage of charming women dressed like her, but many women or social butterflies are just to kill time or show off their coquettishness, hoping to make a fortune from men, but Zhang Yi knows in his heart that Wu Bing must be For joints.

There is a saying that the most dangerous place is often the safest place. In a dance hall with dim lights and people coming and going, no one will care who is dancing with whom unless you pay special attention.

The two people may have completed the handover of information while hugging each other. They may be talking about the business of killing and selling goods. From the outside, you may just feel that a man and woman in love are rubbing each other's ears.

Women like Wu Bing are beauties that men flock to wherever they go, so naturally they are indispensable for chatting with her.

After rejecting a greasy man with a fat head, big ears and a big belly, she soon accepted the invitation of a middle-aged gentleman in a suit and tie, and the two danced in the venue.

Zhang Yi's eyebrows moved, and he extended his hand to the dancer beside him to invite:

"Beautiful lady, may I ask you for one more dance?"

The dancer rolled her eyes lazily. If she hadn't seen this "Kaizi" wearing a Longines watch on his hand, she wouldn't have bothered to pay attention. This guy's dancing skills were mediocre and he stepped on her feet a few times just now.

Zhang Yi chuckled, took out a wallet from his arms, and counted out a few bills. The dancer's eyes instantly became eager. She took the bills, stuffed them into her chest, stood up with her skirt in hand, and smiled coquettishly:
"Sir, what are you waiting for?"

'Oh, this is the charm of money? '

Zhang Yi smiled and shook his head, dragging the dancer's hand around her shoulders and slowly sliding onto the dance floor.

He danced and swam away, dragging the dancer slowly closer to Wu Bing in the center of the dance floor, like a spreading water, chasing her footsteps, unable to avoid or escape.

"Whoops"

Zhang Yi suddenly stepped on the foot of the dancer who was staring at the Longines watch on his wrist again. He quietly stretched out his right foot amidst her screams of pain. The dancer stumbled and bumped directly into Wu Bing, interrupting the two of them. Dance.

"Boy, can you dance?"

The man who looked like a gentleman just now put his arms around Wu Bing's shoulders with concern and greeted her. After seeing that she was fine, he immediately glared at Zhang Yi with a gloomy face. This is called a boar protecting a hen.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Zhang Yi bowed his head and apologized repeatedly, while moving his steps to block Wu Bing's sight.

In her invisible field of vision, Qian Xiaosan yelled at the waiter to serve the wine. The moment he turned around, the monkey quickly took Wu Bing's bag on the bar.

Everything was completed in an instant. By the time the man reluctantly forgave Zhang Yi and invited Wu Bing out for a drink, Hou Hou and Qian Xiaosan had already completed their tasks and left.

"Commander, in addition to change and cosmetics, there is a small dagger in the middle of the bag. It is very gorgeous."

"dagger?"

After returning to his original position and dismissing the dancer, Zhang Yi, who continued to drink, raised his eyebrows when he heard the monkey's report. What was she doing carrying a dagger with her?
Could it be a token of connection?

He was thinking, pretending to drink, and his peripheral vision continued to fall on Wu Bing and the middle-aged gentleman.

The man first made a phone call at the bar, and then said something ambiguously into Wu Bing's ear. Wu Bing shook his head.

The man was a little unhappy and took out a wad of bills from his pocket and slapped it on the table, but Wu Bing remained indifferent.

The man finally got angry. He took out a stack of banknotes again. Seeing that Wu Bing was still polite, he finally picked up the banknotes and left cursing.

Soon someone reported to Zhang Yi that the man had just called to book a hotel.

He seemed to be a hunter looking for fun, but this could not get rid of his suspicion. Not long after he left, plainclothes people followed him.

Wu Bing, who stayed where he was, was still leaning lazily on the bar, drinking drinks boringly, and sometimes accepted other people's invitations to dance.

At this time, I saw a handsome man with a slicked back hair finishing his dance with a lady and sitting at the bar.

He took out a pack of three turrets from his pocket, took out a cigarette, then pressed it with a cigarette case, and then pressed the cigarette case with a lighter. Anyone familiar with it knows that this kind of man is often a cowherd.

The lady he was dancing with just now saw this scene and left in frustration and disappointment.

However, Wu Bing seemed to be quite interested in this person.

She lit a slender lady's cigarette, exhaled the turbid smoke, her eyes fell on the man's handsome face, she smiled charmingly, and then slowly approached the man.

The two whispered something, and then Wu Bing casually took the bag and slowly opened it. The man glanced at it, and then the two whispered a few more words, and the man left.

After a while, Wu Bing also stood up, took the Kun bag and left.

Zhang Yi watched all this in his eyes, knowing that the fish was hooked.

(End of this chapter)