My spy diary

Chapter 192 Peeping (asking for monthly ticket)

At this moment, the atmosphere in the office of the head of the operations department was a bit depressing.

Zhang Yi first reported the case to Wang Xinheng, who then went to see Section Chief He Zhiyuan.

He Zhiyuan drank his tea slowly and asked, "What does the Director say?"

Wang Xinheng added, "The director is busy battling with the Japanese spy veteran Major General Minamimoto Minoru, and has not called back yet."

By September, the Battle of Shanghai had entered a stalemate phase.

For Chang, if he withdrew from the Battle of Shanghai, both the international and domestic parties would lose confidence in the war of resistance. But if he continued to fight, could all 70 elite troops be able to save the situation?
At this time, Minister Song proposed that based on the Nine-Power Treaty, European and American powers could be asked to mediate, intervene and sanction Japan.

This treaty refers to a treaty signed in Washington in 1922 by the United States, Britain, France, Italy, Belgium, the Netherlands, Portugal and the Beiyang government. The main content is to "open the door to China". All contracting parties enjoy equal opportunities to trade and start businesses in China. To put it bluntly, it is the principle of unanimity among the great powers to divide up China...

Minister Song proposed using this signed treaty to end the Sino-Japanese dispute. Thanks to his efforts, the German ambassador to China and others stepped forward to mediate. Some senior figures in the Guo Party immediately cheered, believing that this was a good move to put Japan to death.

It’s ridiculous to think about it.

The competition between countries will always be based on strength. Ten thousand volumes of laws are not as good as a roll of dynamite.

However, the reason why the Japanese were willing to talk was just a delaying tactic.

In addition to mobilizing troops, the Japanese command has already sent veteran spy master Nan Ben to preside over the negotiations. One purpose is to steal the Guo Party’s deployment of operations against Japan, and the other is to assassinate Minister Song and others who are mediating the negotiations.

Nan Ben was an expert on China and an assistant to the spy chief Tu Feiyuan. He often traveled in North China, Inner Mongolia, and the four northeastern provinces (at that time there was Rehe Province, which later became the nine northeastern provinces, and finally the three northeastern provinces). He repeatedly uncovered the spy organizations of the Secret Service Department. There were hundreds of agents of the Secret Service Department who were captured and killed by him and his men.
"Oh." He Zhiyuan nodded meaningfully, then lowered his voice and said:

"In fact, everyone knows that no matter whether we fight or negotiate, the higher-ups are preparing to move the capital, so it is impossible to defeat the Japanese in the short term."

Wang Xinheng said: "Yes, in the previous battles between China and Japan, our army always defended and counterattacked, but this time it was different. Our army launched a fierce attack from the beginning, one after another, not afraid of sacrifice, but..."

Zhang Yi nodded. This was because the Guo Party had deployed all the elite troops it could and inflicted heavy damage on the enemy before the Japanese could gain a firm foothold.

Such as the four German-equipped divisions and division training teams of the Huangpu Central Army under Zhang Xizhong, Chen Tumu's 18th Army, and Hu Zongbei's First Army, which had just been torn away from northern Shaanxi, etc.
Almost all of them are the elite of the Fruit Party.

This is the army, and then there is the air force and the navy which is negligible in front of the Japanese aircraft carriers. Almost all the country's assets are put on the line.

Therefore, even the Japanese army, which had a high opinion of itself and had superior weapons and equipment, could only adopt a defensive stance one month after the war began. Of course, the National Army was unable to completely break through the Japanese defense line. It was not because the National Army did not perform well enough, but because the opponent was too strong.

Firstly, the Japanese fortifications were all reinforced concrete, and the Nationalist army lacked heavy weapons and could not break through the Japanese tortoise shells...

Even the most elite German-equipped division could only be considered a light division according to the Japanese army's standards, which was far from the Japanese army's standard of an average division being equipped with nearly 100 artillery pieces.

Furthermore, the Japanese army had a coordinated operation of the navy, army and air force, while the Nationalist army fought separately. Finally, the individual quality of the Japanese soldiers was very high.

Therefore, the Battle of Shanghai entered the most tragic and tense state from the very beginning. Japanese bombers and naval guns poured tons of steel and explosives on the Chinese army without any scruples. The huge battlefield was like a furnace, and often a division was destroyed in a few hours.

The heroic sacrifices made by the national army are unprecedented in China's history of resisting foreign aggression.

(War is war. This is not like the dramas where you tear apart the enemy with your bare hands or blow up the plane with grenades.
The Japanese devils are not stupid, incompetent, or mentally retarded. They actively offer their bodies to us handsome guys with cigars, mousse hair, and endless bullets...

The drama vilifies and denigrates the powerful and advanced opponents, which is actually just devaluing the martyrs who died in the war of resistance and the victors who survived, turning the tragic history into funny entertainment, which is really unfair to the heroes and ancestors who sacrificed their lives for the survival of the country.
(If you fall behind, you will be beaten. We are weak, but we are determined to face the crisis of national extinction with comprehensive sacrifice. We fight to the death and unite as one. Only then did we win time for our right to survive and finally drive the Japanese out. Aren’t the Japanese awesome? If it were now, would he try?)
"That's too far off topic." He Zhiyuan waved his hand:

"The war was intense and complicated, but politics was even more complicated. Not to mention the Japanese, even our own people were not easy to deal with. In short, we could not forcefully enter a Japanese bank, let alone blow it up."

As he said this, he glanced at Zhang Yi and said thoughtfully:
"But you just mentioned theft. Some time ago, the director arranged an investigation in Shanghai. Yu Lexing learned that there was a very fierce bandit group in Taihu Lake. These people were unruly and difficult to subdue.
But in the end, we found out that their boss Ding Shan was imprisoned in Fengxian Prison for murder. Although he was sentenced to death, it has not yet been executed. So we asked Du Yuesheng to bail him out, so that these people can make meritorious contributions while serving their sentence and fight against the Japanese.

Wang Xinheng understood and said with a smile: "We also have bandits in Caojiaxiang Prison, we can let them out temporarily.
If anything happens in the future, it will be this group of people who did it. It's a capital crime anyway, and this is also a contribution to the war of resistance!"

The matter was settled. Zhang Yi wrote a note, Wang Xinheng and He Zhiyuan signed it, and then went to the prison to "borrow someone".
Although the war was looming, the city of Jinling was often bombed by Japanese planes and the whole city was filled with smoke.

But the Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, and from the morning on, the major shopping malls on Sichuan Road have become bustling.

Various promotional banners are hung outside the shops. Although the currency has depreciated and commodity prices have risen, there is still an endless stream of BMWs at the door, and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies are still shopping with smiles on their faces, as if they are never short of money.

The reality is that they are indeed not short of money. Zhang Yi couldn't help but think of a saying: Don't let poverty limit your imagination. The economy is in a downturn and ordinary people are struggling to make ends meet, but what does it have to do with the rich?
Zhang Yi, wearing a well-tailored suit, walked through the busy shopping mall with a few followers and arrived at a bank not far away.

If the mall is lively, this side is chaotic and tragic.

As the saying goes, antiques are valuable in prosperous times, gold is valuable in troubled times. Because of the war, the legal currency began to depreciate, and people rushed to banks to exchange gold and copper coins, which was obviously not allowed. So the angry people began to attack the banks, while the police and gendarmes were maintaining order.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering and the situation was about to get out of control, the military police opened fire.

In an instant, blood was flowing everywhere, and the sounds of gunfire, screams, groans, and curses came one after another. However, all of this was instantly drowned out by the cheerful and noisy sounds of promotions in the mall, as if it were a human farce.

Not far from the National Government Bank was the Rizheng Bank. The heavy iron gate was closed. Zhang Yi walked all the way to the door of the bank and knocked hard.

After waiting for a long time, the side door of the bank finally opened a crack, and two men in suits and ties poked their heads out with wary looks on their faces.

"Can I remove the thread now?" Zhang Yi glanced around and asked in Japanese in a low voice.

One of them frowned and looked at Zhang Yi with suspicion on his face.

Zhang Yi took out a few large checks seized from Nakano and handed them over, saying calmly:

"I need it urgently now."

The other person took the check and examined it carefully, then nodded and suddenly asked:
"Sir, where are you from in Japan?"

Zhang Yi said calmly: "Nagasaki."

"Really? Nagasaki, what a great place!" The man exclaimed:

"I studied in Nagasaki for a few years and I particularly like the hot springs there." Zhang Yi had done his homework before pretending to be a Japanese. He asked calmly:
"Did you go to Nagasaki Onsen in Iojima? I like the open-air bath there the most."

"I'm ashamed. I was still a student at that time and couldn't afford such a nice bathroom." Seeing that Zhang Yi spoke fluent Nagasaki dialect and was a native of Nagasaki, the man instantly became humble. He bowed and said:

"Sir, I'm a staff member here. My name is Ono Rokuro."

"Ono Rokuro? Can I withdraw the money now?" Zhang Yi nodded and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Sir, I am Hongo Masaru, the assistant manager of the bank. The bank has been ordered not to allow cash withdrawals unless there is a handwritten letter from the consulate's Excellency Suma."

A steady voice came from behind the two of them.

The man was about forty years old, short in stature, dressed in a suit and tie, with a mustache on his round, shrewd face, and a somewhat gloomy expression.

Behind him were two plainclothes officers with pistols on their waists, staring at Zhang Yi with sinister looks.

Zhang Yi glanced at them a few times, his face expressionless, he reached out and took out an envelope from his bosom, and said:
"I happen to have a letter from Mr. Suma asking for your support."

As he spoke, he squeezed into the door. Before Hongo Katsu could react, he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his throat, and sneered:
"No one is allowed to move."

Seeing Zhang Yi suddenly take action, the plainclothes officers behind him rushed in with guns, quickly controlled the two Japanese plainclothes officers and the staff, and then injected all five of them with drugs.

Seeing the five people lying limply on the ground, Zhang Yi suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and walked through the counter. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found no suspicious signs.

He glanced at the huge safe deposit box next to the counter and sighed deeply.

The four walls of the bank vault are made of 18-inch thick steel plates. The door is made of pure steel and weighs 15 tons. There are two combination locks and a timed opening device on the door. The double combination needs to be correct to turn it. The door is thick and has a precise structure. It cannot be broken even by electric welding.
He took a key to the front door from the bank assistant, left the bank, locked the iron gate outside, and then turned to the bakery next door.

Through the glass window, I saw a bald boss approaching with a smile on his face.
Zhang Yi walked up slowly, and the boss said attentively:
"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I just finished a batch. How many do you want?"

Zhang Yi looked at the bread on the plate, pointed at it and said:
"Pack two for me."

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

As soon as the boss turned around, Zhang Yi slashed his neck with a knife and the boss fell to the ground.

Zhang Yi dragged him to the corner of the wall and waved outside the store. Soon a horse-drawn cart carrying flour drove up to the side of the road.

Several strong men dressed as coolies got off the car and carried the "flour" directly into the bakery.

They were not real coolies, but bandits borrowed from prison. They entered the bakery, took out tools from the bag, and began digging under the watchful eyes of plainclothes officers at gunpoint.

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

Although Zhang Yi is practicing it personally at this moment, movies are movies after all, and reality is reality.

The excavation work started smoothly, but after digging a distance, the walls near the bank all turned into reinforced concrete. Without the use of explosives and electric drills, the excavation work was extremely difficult.

The sky was getting darker and darker. Zhang Yi knew that he had to race against time to get the film before the Japanese discovered it. He also had to find the secret key as soon as possible, crack the code, get the list of hidden criminals, and catch all these people in one fell swoop.

Perhaps now, the Japanese have begun to awaken the hidden agents in the address book. With so many things to do, he must hurry.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's expression became solemn.

However, what Zhang Yi didn't know was that someone was spying on him not far away opposite the bank building.

In a room on the third floor of an apartment building, the thick curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a small gap.

There is a telescope set up on the windowsill, and a chair next to it.

Sitting on the chair was a young man with a gloomy face. He looked almost exactly like Zhang Yi.

This person was Sato Toshiaki who rushed to Nanjing from Shanghai.

At this moment, he was holding a telescope and looking through the gap in the curtains. Opposite him was the bakery next to the bank.

People came in and out of the bakery from time to time, but Sato Toshiaki's eyes were always fixed on the glass window, following Zhang Yi's figure.

A plainclothes officer next to him said respectfully:
"Major, our men have all been assembled. Should we act now?"

Sato Toshiaki showed a cruel smile on his face. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of greed and cruelty:
"Don't be impulsive. There is a Chinese saying that haste makes waste. There is also a saying that what is within reach is out of reach. If it goes as I expected, he must want to get the film in the bank safe.
Haha, I will let him know what it means to waste effort and be powerless. Now is the perfect time to monitor and observe him, imitate him, and finally replace him."

"Changwu-kun, have you ever seen the game of cat teasing mouse?"

The plainclothes officer shook his head.

Sato Toshiaki smiled complacently and said:
"If you want to play with your opponent, you have to keep giving him opportunities. When hope is just around the corner, all of a sudden all that hope is shattered like a bubble. Bang, he's like he's plummeted from the top of a mountain into a deep valley."

As Sato spoke, he gestured with his hands, and said with great satisfaction:

"We want to make him realize that he has been played with repeatedly, making him anxious and angry, but powerless, and finally being killed by us step by step."

The plainclothes officer named Changwu suddenly realized and could feel Sato Toshiaki's pride at this moment, so he laughed along.

Sato was obviously not satisfied yet, he continued:
"Killing people is not the most important thing. What I'm looking forward to is the sense of accomplishment. The more I feel the sense of accomplishment, the more excited I will be. Hahahaha."

At this moment he was sure of victory.

……

(Happy holidays to all the book friends. Where are you all going to have fun? If it doesn’t make sense, there’s another chapter.)
(End of this chapter)