My spy diary

Chapter 196: Grand Opening (asking for monthly ticket)
1937 9 Month 19 Day.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the evening, rows of street lamps are lit, the dim light and the afterglow of the setting sun are intertwined, firecrackers and fireworks are heard from time to time in the streets, and a false prosperity is revealed in the joy.

A Japanese ronin, wearing a black loose robe and wooden clogs and with a sinister look on his face, swaggered around.

Japanese women in kimonos holding small Japanese flags walked on the streets, with curiosity and joy in their eyes, and groups of numb Chinese celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival under the plaster flags.

At this time, the Japanese tanks passed by arrogantly, and the Japanese ronin and women cheered happily. The Chinese on the street hurriedly put down their hands and bowed their heads and stood respectfully. The Japanese soldiers stood on the tanks in a show of force, or laughed, and occasionally fired machine guns into the sky, causing a small commotion.

Zhang Yi walked hurriedly through the street, feeling heavy-hearted, but also more cautious and alert.

From south to north, this journey refreshed his cognition. The danger in the enemy-occupied areas was ten times or even a hundred times greater than he had imagined.

Of course, the most dangerous people are not the arrogant Japanese soldiers, nor the spies who set up pharmacies, barber shops, restaurants, hotels, brothels, morphine parlors, flour shops, etc. to gather intelligence. What is more dangerous are the Chinese, or traitors.

These traitors can be divided into several types. The first type is those who have received professional training and are proficient in intelligence work.

Many of these people were selected by the Japanese secret service from captured National Army deserters. After receiving training, these traitors were either sent to lurk in the army on the anti-Japanese battlefield, or disguised as deserters to attract the sympathy and attention of many deserters and catch them all in one fell swoop.

On the Taiyuan front, an entire battalion of the Nationalist Army lost more than 400 men, and the battalion commander was captured. In the prisoner camp, he learned that a new soldier sent to him was a spy, but it was too late...

The second type is non-professional traitors, who were temporarily hired. Their main job was to mark the targets for Japanese aircraft and artillery bombings, waving flags and using reflectors during the day and firing flares at night.

The third type is the guides, who specifically point out small paths for the Japanese army to launch surprise attacks.
The fourth type is hooligans or gossips engaged in intelligence business, etc. They have transformed into secret agents paid by Japan and are scattered in every corner of society. Sometimes you may be reported and arrested just for saying a word.
There are countless such people.
Zhang Yi pushed the door open and walked into a western restaurant. He sat down in an empty seat without looking around and called for the waiter to come up.

The waiter came up with a glass of cold water, handed over the menu, and asked:

"Sir, would you like to order now?"

Zhang Yi looked at his watch and said:

"Wait until my friend comes."

As he spoke, he took off his hat and placed it on the table. Taking the opportunity to drink some water, he calmly looked around, the various people in the restaurant, and the guests coming in and out.

In an instant, Zhang Yi felt several pairs of eyes on him, but he acted as if he was unaware, lit a cigarette, and sat there calmly.

At this time, a well-dressed man came from behind him and sat directly opposite him.

He looked at Zhang Yi carefully and asked:

"Sir, you look unfamiliar. Where are you from? What are you doing in Peking?"

Zhang Yi glared at him and scolded him in Japanese:

"Go away, Tai Tai."

When the man heard this, he immediately became a little reserved, put on a flattering smile, bowed repeatedly, and walked away dejectedly.

After a few minutes, a man wearing a long gown and a jacket, dressed like the owner of a silk shop, walked in from outside.

He looked around, paused for a moment on Zhang Yi's hat placed on the table, walked forward cautiously, and asked in a low voice:
"But Mr. Liu from Tianjin? I am He Jianqiang, Mr. Hong's assistant."

"Hello, Mr. Shen says hello to Mr. Hong."

The so-called Mr. Hong is Hong Sen, who, like Mr. Shen Shen Peilin, is a pseudonym of Dai Chunfeng.

This is the code for the meeting, it’s that simple in public.

If you openly recite poems or make gestures to make contacts in a place where you don't know how many Japanese spies are lurking, you are like an old lady holding a lantern in the toilet, seeking your own death.

Zhang Yi glanced at the middle-aged man opposite him and waved to the waiter to order.

Neither of them spoke. They quickly finished their meal, and after coming out of the restaurant, they found a quiet place to talk.

"Where is Wang Wu?"

"He is temporarily placed at our contact point. This person has been scared out of his wits and is probably useless."

Zhang Yi did not comment and continued to ask: "There is news that Zhang Ziyi is a traitor. What is going on?"

“It’s a long story.”

"Then let's make a long story short."

"Yes. The 29th Army suffered a disastrous defeat because of the presence of a traitor."

"traitor?"

"Yes, one is Song Zheyuan's staff officer Zhou Sijing, and the other is his director of the Political Affairs Department Pan Yugui."

If Zhou Sijing is an ordinary traitor to the country, then Pan Yugui is a top-grade traitor.

This man was good at both calligraphy and painting, and was known as a cultural celebrity. He knew how to enjoy life. The Li Xianglan (Yamaguchi Jiaozi, a close friend of Kawashima Yoshiko) who sang "Night Jasmine" was his Japanese goddaughter.

For the sake of profit, this traitor directly sold out the 29th Army. No one remembered the names of those who died fighting the Japanese, but Pan Yugui dyed his own hat and feather red with the blood of the Chinese people, and became the director of the Beiping Police Department and the mayor of TJ.

"Can you get any trace of his and Yin Rugeng's activities?" Zhang Yi asked.

"Sir, as your temporary subordinate, I want to remind you that this mission is only to kill Yin Rugeng."

"Stop talking nonsense. Traitors should be punished by everyone. I will explain it to Boss Dai in person."

Assassination cannot solve all problems, but it is the most direct and deterrent way.

A big traitor with many bodyguards and strict guards will be killed even under the protection of layers of enemy-occupied areas. This will put huge psychological pressure on those who want to be traitors. If you are a traitor, you can't escape the bullets of the Secret Service, and if you don't become a traitor, you can't escape the bullets of the Japanese.

It's either way you'll die, so it's better not to be a traitor and just have a good reputation.

Zhang Yi's eyes were aggressive, "You need to provide their movement trajectory, as well as guns and ammunition."

"Yes." He Jianqiang nodded bitterly, and then said:
"Pan Yugui's whereabouts need to be investigated, but Yin Rugeng will celebrate his 54th birthday at the Six Nations Hotel tonight. This man is very cautious and has bodyguards whenever he goes out. Some are hired by himself, and some are assigned to him by the Japanese."

"Then send him to heaven tonight." Zhang Yi sneered and asked:
"Where are the guns and ammunition?"

He Jianqiang handed Zhang Yi a note with a room number of the Six Nations Hotel written on it.

"Just get the key at the front desk. The room is booked in the name of British businessman Smith." Zhang Yi nodded.

As the lights come on, the Six Nations Hotel is brightly lit and bustling with people.

A black car passed the huge fountain and slowly stopped in front of the building.

The uniformed doorman ran down the steps and helped open the car door.

A middle-aged couple got out from the back seat. The man was carrying a briefcase and his wife was holding his arm.

Then two men who looked like bodyguards got out of the car and followed closely behind.

The man casually threw a silver dollar to the doorman, who immediately and attentively took the briefcase from his hand and led them to the front desk.

After getting the key successfully, they took the elevator to the room.

The two bodyguards quickly checked the room, nodded to the man, then opened the closet in the room and took out two large suitcases.

Inside there was a latest radio, a dozen pistols, a disassembled sniper rifle, several uniforms of Japanese military police and officers, and various documents.

Under the box were several grenades and several suicide tools disguised as buttons but actually injected with potassium cyanide.

"Chief, the Peking undercover team is quite capable." Monkey sighed.

This group of people were naturally Zhang Yi and others who were in disguise.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but look up to He Jianqiang, whom he had just met. He distributed a few buttons to several people and said with a determined look:

"I don't need to tell you what to do then, right?"

Monkey and Qian Xiaosan nodded sternly. Even Guo Xinya, who was pretending to be a couple with Zhang Yi, had a look of solemnity across her brows.

Zhang Yi glanced at his watch and began to give orders:
"Check the radio station, change clothes, don't leave any traces in the room, and act in five minutes."

"Yes."

A few minutes later, after changing their clothes, the few people arrived at the restaurant where Yin Rugeng was having dinner.

It was said to be a birthday celebration, but it was actually a gathering of traitors and pro-Japanese elements. The entrance to the dining hall was filled with plainclothes officers inspecting the invitations. They were polite, but they searched every man and woman who entered.

But Zhang Yi didn't care about that. He walked in swaggeringly, wearing a major's military uniform and carrying a gift box.

The plainclothes police officer who was conducting the inspection wanted to stop it, but he didn't dare to. After hesitating for a long time, he had to retreat in disappointment.

A few of them found a place to sit down and ate quietly, not attracting any attention at all.

Yin Rugeng's arrival instantly brought the banquet to a climax, and warm applause broke out.

Amid the sound of music, Yin Rugeng walked up to the podium and began his speech, with camera flashes flashing non-stop.

“Thank you all for coming to my 54th birthday.”

Yin Rugeng spoke freely: “Recently, some people said that I, Yin, am a traitor. This is absolutely ridiculous…

Ladies and Gentlemen, the National Government has no power over the North. The biggest warlord in the North, Yan, is a feudal and backward man who only cares about his own little piece of land and doesn't care about the lives of us.
Japan is an enlightened, democratic, and civilized country. It has been a brother country to China since ancient times. Therefore, cooperation between North China and the Japanese is the only way out...

I did this not for my own glory and wealth, but to help the people embrace peace more quickly and accelerate the pace of national rejuvenation. So I am not a traitor, but a patriot."

Yin Rugeng's speech drew applause from several Japanese officers, one of whom was even wearing a general's uniform.

Someone in the audience stood up and shouted, "Long live the co-prosperity of East Asia."

"Long live the co-prosperity of East Asia."

A group of traitors shouted slogans, and the atmosphere became even more heated.

Zhang Yi looked coldly at Yin, whose face was beaming with ruthlessness on the stage. This dog traitor had reached a level that had exceeded human cognition. If he didn't die, how could the public anger be appeased and how could others be deterred?

After the speech and warm applause, the lights on the ceiling dimmed, the music started again, and the traitors raised their glasses and began socializing and dancing.

Zhang Yi knew the time had come. He picked up the gift box under the dining table, took out two Browning pistols and handed them to Monkey and Qian Xiaosan from under the table.

"There are three men at the same table as the target. Monkey is responsible for dealing with them."

"Behind him are four bodyguards, Qian Xiaosan is in charge."

"There are only seven bullets in the gun, and it would be best if every shot could kill the person."

"Rush forward and shoot in one minute. After the action, withdraw immediately."

"As for the Japanese general, leave it to me."

"Yes." The two nodded.

Watching the Japanese man in a general's uniform and a woman in cheongsam enter the dance floor, Zhang Yi stood up, reached out and pulled Guo Xinya onto the dance floor.

The next moment, gunshots were heard suddenly, and amid screams, the guests fled out of the banquet hall in panic.

The middle-aged man in the Japanese general's uniform pushed his dance partner away in astonishment. Just as he put his hand on his belt, Zhang Yi, who passed by him, had already pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Yi in horror, his mouth twitching, his eyes full of panic and confusion, as if he was still wondering who Zhang Yi was.

Two shots fired, one bullet pierced his heart and the other pierced his forehead. The major general collapsed to the ground, his body lying dead on the spot, with blood splattered everywhere.

Hearing the gunshots, two Japanese majors and several sergeants angrily pushed the crowd aside and rushed over. Zhang Yi fired several shots and then took out a grenade from his waist and threw it directly.

With a loud bang, the air was filled with smoke and screams.

Zhang Yi pulled Guo Xinya and calmly retreated into the fleeing crowd.

Mission accomplished, or business opened, but that’s just the beginning.

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(End of this chapter)