My spy diary

Chapter 209: Killing Traitors (asking for monthly tickets)

It was a sunny and windy day in Hankou in December 1937.

The sunlight penetrated the windows of the hotel cafe and enveloped Zhang Yi. He sat by the window, smiling and sipping his coffee. His sharp eyes occasionally glanced through the window at the entrance of De Ming Hotel opposite.

This is General Foch Street in the French Concession - Cai E Road.

Outside the window, the De Ming Hotel was peaceful and harmonious.

The foreign gentleman was graceful and elegant, and the lady was laughing and chatting quietly, and they had a very pleasant conversation.

Music, sunshine, fine wine and delicious food, they enjoyed the tranquility and peace of the afternoon with dignity and pride as masters of the field.

The president of Nissin Kisen Kaisha, Issaku Okamoto, walked into the hotel bathroom and was concentrating on washing his hands, not noticing that the waiter holding the white towel next to him had been replaced.

Just as he finished washing his hands and shook the water stains off his hands and looked at the waiter, the waiter handed him a towel with a smile. Suddenly, a sharp knife cut through his clothes and pierced his heart along his ribs.

Before Okamoto Issaku could utter a word, the waiter covered his mouth with one hand and pushed him against the wall, while the other hand pressed hard on the knife.

He struggled desperately with his eyes wide open, but all his fangs and claws were no match for the sharpness of the blade. In just a few seconds, he died in fear, with his eyes open.

The waiter quickly dragged his body to the toilet cubicle, took out a document from his suit pocket and put it in his arms, then closed the door and walked out calmly.

He walked through the hotel lobby and left the hotel without changing his expression under the watchful eyes of several red-headed Indian security guards wearing leggings and headscarves. He nodded to Zhang Yi who was in the coffee shop opposite.

At this moment, sitting in a seat in the hotel lobby, a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker and a top hat looked back in the direction of the toilet from time to time, with a slightly impatient expression.

After a few minutes, he stood up irritably, lowered the brim of his hat, and quickly walked out of the restaurant.

However, just as he went down the stairs, a black car drove up quickly and stopped in front of him with an emergency brake.

Before the middle-aged man could react, two plainclothes officers jumped out from the back seat of the car and dragged him up.

The car started quickly, picked up Zhang Yi who happened to be leaving the coffee shop, and drove away.

"who are you?"

The middle-aged man, who was caught by two plainclothes officers on the shoulders, struggled and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Excuse me, Captain Chi." The plainclothes officer said as he took out handcuffs.

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically and he began to struggle hard, refusing to give in.

Another plainclothes officer sneered and hit him hard in the ribs, and he immediately became obedient.

After being handcuffed, Captain Chi asked painfully:

"Who sent you, Pete?"

The plainclothes officer ignored his words, took out a black coarse cloth bag and put it over his head, then stuffed a towel into his mouth. The car finally became quiet.

The car wobbled all the way out of the French Concession, circled around and entered the Japanese Concession, and finally stopped at a Japanese elementary school.

The Jinling Secret Service Office moved to Wuhan at the end of November. Except for a small number of people, most of them went to Changsha in early December.

Hunan Station had already seized more than 100 bungalows in Zhujia Garden, five miles outside the east gate of Changsha, as a temporary office for the Secret Service.

However, because Chang was stationed in Wuhan, the command center of the Secret Service was still located in Hankou, and a huge Wuhan district was established, second only to Shanghai.

Dai Chunfeng set up his temporary command post in a Japanese elementary school on Nanxiao Road in the Japanese Concession, while he himself lived in an apartment next door and another apartment on Paris Street in the French Concession.

The Japanese Concession in Hankou was the most remote among the five foreign concessions in Hankou. Since some financial groups and expatriates had fled after the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War, business was not prosperous.

But its strength was second only to that of the Tianjin Japanese Concession. It housed Yokohama Specie Bank, Nisshin Kisen Kaisha, Mitsubishi Trading Co., Ltd., etc.
In August 37, the Japanese Concession in Hankou was taken over by the National Government, but it was not reclaimed. Some Japanese, traitors, and foreigners who were lingering in the Japanese Concession continued to engage in smuggling, drug trafficking, and intelligence gathering...

The concessions have always been a place where good and bad people mix together. Although not as good as Shanghai, various intelligence agencies have secretly set up offices. There are also countless spies from the police stations and informants from gangs. Especially after the full-scale war between China and Japan, they seem to be even busier.

The light in the makeshift interrogation room was very dim.

After taking off his hood, "Captain Chi" looked as dirty and dusty as a prisoner on trial, his eyes rolling around in fear.

He had been in the French Concession Police Station for so many years and had arrested countless people. He never imagined that one day he would also suffer the fate of being physically tortured.

He squinted his eyes and tried hard to observe the surrounding environment, frowning.

Zhang Yi sat opposite him and signaled the plainclothes officer to take the towel off his mouth.

"Who are you?" Captain Chi, who had just pulled out the towel, frowned his stiff face and looked at Zhang Yi carefully.

"What are you doing at Deming Hotel today?"

"Drink coffee."

"Really? Who was the person you met?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Captain Chi seemed very alert.

Zhang Yi stared at him and said calmly:
"Chi Juqing, Captain Chi, let's get straight to the point. The Japanese man you met today, Okamoto Issaku, is dead."

Chi Juqing trembled all over, staring at Zhang Yi with his eyes fixed.

"Don't look at me like that. This guy is the president of a guild on paper, but he is actually involved in spying, smuggling, and drug trafficking. I don't know how many Chinese people he has harmed. He deserves to die. What about you?

Having been a dog for the French for so long, do you still remember that you are Chinese? "

"You are not Pete's people!"

Chi Juqing's face changed and he struggled to get up, but was pushed back into his seat by two plainclothes officers.

Zhang Yi sneered, took a photo from a plainclothes officer and showed it in front of him.

"What on earth do you want to do? Come to me if you have anything to say." Seeing the mother and daughter in the photo, Chi Juqing rushed forward frantically, unable to control his emotions.

"They are very nice, but I can't guarantee it will be the same next time." Zhang Yi flicked the photos lightly.

"You are given two choices. The first is to pass on information to our secret service department. The second is to die." If Boss Dai had not ordered to bribe and incite the head of the French Concession Police Station to defect, Zhang Yi would have executed him long ago.

To put it nicely, such people are French lackeys, and to put it bluntly, they are also traitors.

This kind of person is loyal to whoever gives him milk. He can serve the French today and the Japanese tomorrow.

However, the Wuhan district currently needs to establish an internal supporter in the police station, and it cannot find a suitable person for the time being. This person is also the head of the Chinese police, so he can only be used reluctantly.

Seeing that Zhang Yi had already drawn his pistol, Chi Juqing looked exhausted. He said in a low voice:
"As long as you don't make things difficult for my family, I am willing to cooperate with you."

"Very good." Zhang Yi stared at him for a few seconds, then signaled Monkey to bring paper and pen, and asked him to write a letter of allegiance first, and then take a photo of him after signing it.

After leaving the interrogation room, Zhang Yi told Monkey:

"Release him after the incident, but keep him blindfolded so he doesn't know where this is."

As he said this, he walked towards Dai Chunfeng's secret residence next door.

When we arrived at Boss Dai's secret residence on Paris Street, we saw Wang Zhaoan, head of the Secret Service's Hankou Special Guard Group, and Gong Xianfang, the new confidential secretary, sitting there.

Wang Zhaoan graduated from the fourth class of Whampoa Military Academy. In his early years, he worked as a guard for Boss Dai. Later, he served as the director of the Shaanxi Police Bureau and the captain of the investigation brigade of the Songhu Garrison Command. He was recognized as a brave and resourceful operation master by the Special Service Department.

Gong Xianfang was from Hunan and graduated from the sixth class of Whampoa Military Academy. He was careful in his thinking and efficient in his work.

Both of them were Dai's assistants during major operations.

Boss Dai was walking around the house in circles.

Those who know his habits know that whenever Boss Dai touches his nose, he wants to kill someone; whenever he bangs the table, he starts swearing; and whenever he walks around the room in circles, he must be thinking about an important issue.

The two people present were Dai Changjiu's confidants. Zhang Yi showed just the right sense of propriety and did not get close, but waited far away outside the door.

But when Boss Dai saw him, he waved him in and said:

"Han Fuqu disobeyed orders, abandoned the land and fled, allowing the Japanese army to advance straight in.
According to intelligence, this person had secret contacts with the commander-in-chief of the Japanese North China Expeditionary Army, Xiaoji Kuniaki, and the head of the Japanese secret service, Doi-Yuan.
The principal has ordered me to arrest him and have him tried by a military court. You've come at the right time. Please tell me what you think."

Han was originally a general under Feng Xiangxiang. Because he judged the situation and assisted Principal Chang during the Central Plains War, he was later appointed as the chairman of SD Province.

This man quickly formed a militia, and its strength grew by leaps and bounds.

But when the Japanese army broke through the Yellow River from Shandong, this man openly disobeyed orders, abandoned his land and fled.

They successively gave up large and medium-sized cities such as Jinan and Tai'an, and retreated to the southwest of Shandong. For a while, the gate of Xuzhou was wide open, and the big cities of Zhengzhou and Wuhan were also threatened from the flanks, which shocked the whole country.

Faced with pressure from public opinion, Chang had to deal with this person. Thinking of how this person had competed with the Central Government for the power of taxation in Shandong, and how he had openly supported Zhang Yang in the Chang'an Incident, he decided to use this general and provincial governor as a warning to others.

Zhang Yi glanced at Wang Zhaoan and Gong Xianfang and said modestly:

"I am good at catching Japanese spies, but I have no idea how to catch such a big shot. If I can learn a few tricks from Team Leader Wang and Secretary Gong, it will be of great use to me."

Dai Chunfeng laughed and didn't make things difficult for him. He looked at Wang Zhaoan:
"Brother Zhaoan, what is your opinion?"

Wang Zhaoan had just assisted Boss Dai in detaining Yang Moucheng who had returned from abroad. He knew that Boss Dai had been very proud of his strategy of "luring the enemy into a trap", so he pretended to think and said in line with Boss Dai's thoughts:
"Why not try to lure him into a trap again? We can lure him into falling into the trap by summoning him to the principal's office or holding a meeting."

This was exactly what Boss Dai was thinking. He laughed and said with a smug look on his face:
"In the 24th year of the Republic of China, the National Government announced eight first-class generals, among whom Chen Jitang, the 'King of Southern Guangdong', had been driven overseas, and Zhang, the 'King of the Northeast', had also been imprisoned by me...

In the 24th year of the Republic of China, 20 second-level generals were announced. Among them, the "Shaanxi King" Yang Moumou was just detained by me, and the "Sichuan King" Liu Xiang is now imprisoned in the Hankou International Hospital. Together with this "Shandong King" Han Fuqu, they are the five kings, or the five tiger generals. As long as they dare to oppose the president, they will not escape from the palm of my hand. "

Boss Dai spoke in a forceful and even a little aggressive voice. He exuded an unstoppable and majestic aura that was intimidating.

However, at this moment, Mao Qiwu walked in with a telegram, looking like he had lost his parents.

"Deputy, something happened."

"What's the hurry?"

"Director, Qian Xinming, the head of the Jinling Hidden Zone, has defected to the enemy.
After the fall of Nanjing, he surrendered to the Japanese secret service with a list of all the people in the district under the coercion and inducement of Japanese spies.
They also turned around and helped the Japanese army hunt down the secret service's hidden spies. All three secret radio stations in Jinling City were uncovered. "

"What did you say?" Boss Dai's body trembled suddenly, his eyes were full of surprise and disbelief, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

He paused for a moment, then grabbed the telegram, raised his thick eyebrows, widened his eyes, held the telegram tightly in both hands and read it again and again, and suddenly tore the telegram into pieces, slammed the table and cursed:
"Qian Xinming, this bastard, has he lost his conscience? He betrayed my trust."

"Damn it, this is outrageous. This bastard, I am blind. I have chosen the wrong person this time."

Dai Chunfeng kicked the chair to the ground, venting his anger. Qian Xinming was the guy he boasted to the chairman that he was very reliable. His betrayal almost destroyed the Jinling hidden zone.

This was the first time that the Secret Service's field organization suffered a devastating blow, and Qian Xinming was also the first senior spy at the major general level to betray the Secret Service and surrender to Japan.

"How was the money seized?" After venting his anger, Boss Dai immediately calmed down.

"This man, before Nanjing fell, first burned the Honggong Temple headquarters to ashes, and then moved the hiding area to the suburbs. After Liuhe County fell, he took the initiative to send the Japanese a list of hidden people."

"He openly violated the principles of the organization and was afraid of death. What a beast." Dai Chunfeng was filled with hatred and frustration. "Jinling's network was completely exposed. Now we are all blind and deaf."

What scares Boss Dai the most is the rebellion of senior secret agents in the Secret Service. Once this starts, they will be like a domino effect. If one falls into the water, it will lead to a chain of others, and if a chain of others falls into the water, it will lead to a chain of others.

Therefore, the current task is to immediately sanction the spy who fell into the water to make an example of him.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly looked at Zhang Yi and said solemnly:

"You must prepare immediately, select a few capable assistants, sneak into Jinling, and kill Qian Xinming in this dormitory."

"Yes." Zhang Yi agreed without hesitation, without any cowardice, only determination and fearlessness.

This is not only a duty, but also a national affair. He should devote all his energy and move forward bravely.

As a soldier, an agent, a sharp blade that is about to penetrate the enemy's heart.

No matter how powerful his opponent is, he will listen to and follow the voice of his heart and move forward without hesitation, killing gods and Buddhas until he reaches the end of victory.

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(End of this chapter)