My spy diary

Chapter 211: Rebellion (asking for monthly ticket)

Jinling at night is damp and cold.

The streets were deserted.

In order to capture or drive out all the anti-Japanese elements, the Japanese erected barbed wire fences on many streets in the city and established military restricted areas.

During the day, they will check every pedestrian passing by and arrest any suspicious individuals immediately.

At night, as soon as it got dark, a curfew was immediately imposed, so apart from some Japanese ronin and traitors, there were few people outside.

The implementation of the curfew has made the Japanese expatriate communities appear unusually prosperous.

At night, many restaurants, dance halls, brothels and casinos were packed with people, doing a booming business, and everywhere was filled with the noise of pleasure seekers.

At this moment, a team of Japanese military police were patrolling the street. Suddenly, a trash can not far behind them exploded with a "bang".

A fist-thick tree nearby was cut in half, and two gendarmes were blown several meters away.

The scene was filled with black smoke and the Japanese military police were screaming in panic, but after searching for a long time, they still couldn't find the person who threw the bomb.

Soon after, small-scale explosions occurred in two other streets in the city.

A few minutes later, calls flooded in to the Special Higher Police and the Military Police. At once, a large number of police officers and agents from all over the city rushed to the three scenes.

After doing all this, Zhang Yi, disguised himself with Monkey and Qian Xiaosan, and swaggered to the vicinity of the gendarmerie. He found an empty building and installed the bomb again.

They first deliberately threw a grenade from the upstairs window to lure the Japanese military police into the trap, while they hid in another place and quietly observed the situation.

Sure enough, the explosion of the grenade attracted another team of Japanese military police, who quickly formed a military formation to surround the building.

Several Japanese soldiers observed for a long time, and under the command of a team leader, they walked forward with bow legs and kicked the door open. The bomb behind the door exploded, killing several people on the spot.

This time the Japanese military police learned their lesson and did not go in. Instead, they set up their machine guns and fired at the door before rushing in.

At this time, the bomb buried in the ground exploded again. Amid the loud explosion, Japanese military police suffered heavy casualties.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhang Yi and his two companions quietly sneaked into the Japanese community.

At this moment, Mizuno Jōichi was sitting in a Japanese restaurant drinking.

The signature dishes of this Japanese restaurant are sushi and sashimi. The seats are spacious and comfortable, the tableware is spotless, and the service staff, dressed in kimonos and painted like divas, are polite and attentive, making people feel cared for in every possible way.

Obscene words and laughter were heard from a separate Japanese-style room, and in the corridor, several drunken Japanese officers were hugging girls and laughing unscrupulously.

Mizuno Shoichi seemed oblivious to all this and kept urging a shriveled old lady in a kimono who was accompanying him to pour him some wine.

He had been hanging out in hotels and bars these past few days, drinking the strongest liquor, then going home drunk, and lying on the bed with a splitting headache, only then did he feel that he was alive.

Finally finishing his day of drinking, Mizuno staggered out of the store. After walking for a distance, he was suddenly startled and realized that he was being followed.

The stalker followed him slowly, as if deliberately wanting to be discovered by him.

Although there was only one person on the other side, Mizuno still felt a chill in his heart, and his drunkenness instantly sobered up a little. He quickly turned into an alley.

But the stalker seemed somewhat unscrupulous and continued to follow him at a leisurely pace.

When Mizuno suddenly rushed out from behind him holding a loaded Nambu pistol, the stalker's face did not show the slightest surprise, but instead a hint of sarcasm.

Before Mizuno could say anything, two people appeared in front and behind the alley again. Without giving him a chance to react, they directly took his gun and put the cold muzzle against his forehead.

Mizuno Jōichi was shocked, his body became stiff, his face became solemn, and he stared at the person in front of him.

The man looked to be about thirty years old, wearing a black windbreaker, a top hat, a Jindan mustache on his lips, a stern expression, and looked somewhat Japanese.

Mizuno laughed miserably and said sadly: "I'm already like this, do you still want to kill me?"

"Mr. Mizuno, you've misunderstood. We've long heard of your name. We're not here to kill you, but to cooperate with you." But Rendan Huzi spoke in Chinese.

"Cooperation?" Mizuno's face suddenly changed. He subconsciously looked around vigilantly and asked in fluent Chinese:
"Are you Chinese agents?"

"Yes, I hope to make friends with Mizuno-kun."

"We are not friends, and we will never be friends."

Mizuno sneered, regaining his Japanese arrogance, and glanced into the darkness, saying disdainfully:

"Believe it or not, if I shout, the imperial guards will rush here and kill the three of you."

"Didn't you hear the explosion just now, Mizuno-kun? They are busy arresting people now and can't take care of this place at all... Besides, if anyone is going to die, you will die first." Rendan Huzi patted his shoulder without changing his expression and said with a smile:
"Even if we can't be friends, we can still make a deal."

"I am not afraid of death. Life has long lost its meaning to me, but I will not betray my country."

"Really? Just like your wife and children who lost their lives? Do their lives have no meaning? The murderer who killed them is still at large. Does Mizuno-kun not want revenge or does he simply not have the courage to kill?" Jindan Huzi's words became faster and heavier, and he asked one question after another.

Mizuno Jōichi was almost out of breath by his series of questions.

"I didn't mean to ask you to betray your country. It was just a deal. You help me get information about Qian Xinming, the former mayor of Jinling District, and I'll help you kill the perpetrator who killed your wife and children. From now on, we'll never meet again. It's a good deal, isn't it?"

This sentence made Mizuno Jōichi silent. He hesitated for a while, stared at Zhang Yi and asked:
"Who are you? How can I believe you can do it?" "Zhang Yi, you should have heard of me." Rendan Hu Zi said calmly.

The name sounded like a drum in Mizuno's ears. As a second-class secretary in the embassy, ​​he was deeply impressed by this man who was on the Tokugawa PK's kill list and who made Consular Officer Suma hate him to the core.

According to the empire's intelligence, this person was promoted to deputy section chief and moved to Wuhan with the Secret Service. However, they did not expect that he was lurking in Jinling City, right under their noses.

Mizuno Jōichi wished he could immediately break free from his restraints and capture the man in front of him, bringing him to Suma at the consulate. Not to mention that he could get a promotion with this achievement, he might be able to please Suma and use his strength to help him get revenge and be a real man.

Zhang Yi naturally saw the eagerness in his eyes, patted his stiff face with disdain, and said:

"Mizuno-kun, killing someone requires courage, so you can't just fantasize about it."

As he said this, he put on his gloves, took Mizuno Joichi's pistol, and smiled slightly:
"This information should be easy for you.
Tomorrow morning, place the information in the bamboo hole under the first bench in Confucius Temple Park, otherwise your pistol will appear at the scene of the assassination of the lieutenant, and I don’t need to tell you what will happen to you then.”

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, without waiting for Mizuno to answer, he quickly took the monkey and Qian Xiaosan and disappeared into the darkness. Behind him, Mizuno Jōichi could no longer suppress the fear in his heart and fell to the ground.

"Chief, do you think he will give in?"

Back in the safe house, Monkey asked thoughtfully.

"Who knows."

Zhang Yi was not sure either. After all, the matter of Mizuno Joichi was a conflict within the Japanese army. Although he used threats and inducements to Mizuno, it was still unknown whether this man was willing to exchange information for it. After all, revenge was different from being a traitor to the Japanese.

"If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, I'll die. Even if Mizuno agrees, we can't give up our source of intelligence. Today's explosion is to tell the Japanese invaders and Qian Xinming that we are here. I don't know if they can sleep well tonight." Zhang Yi sneered.

In a house in the backyard of the Japanese Special High Police, Qian Xinming and Shang Zhensheng sat together. His face was gloomy and he frowned, remaining silent.

It is better to call it a privilege room than a house. Unlike the general "privilege rooms" that are filled with the smell of blood and torture instruments, this place can be called a VIP room.

Qian Xinming betrayed the undercover agent of the Secret Service. Although he was not free at this moment, his treatment was naturally different from that of other prisoners. He could enjoy delicious fish, meat, fruits and snacks every day.

The reason why the Japanese did this was naturally because they hoped that he could provide more intelligence after changing his ways.

Qian Xinming knew this very well. He glanced at his former assistant, then glanced outside the door warily and whispered:
"It should be someone from Wuhan. Just now, the Special High Section summoned me to identify the remains of the bomb. I could tell at a glance that it was a homemade bomb made by the Secret Service."

"Are you scared?" Shang Zhensheng sneered, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth:
"My dear District Chief Qian, there are no bugs here, do you need to be so cautious? Where is your courage to surrender to the Japanese?"

Qian Xinming smiled bitterly: "It's not that easy to lurk. I have thought about being arrested before, but I didn't dare to think too deeply about it.
The capital of Nanjing has been occupied by the Japanese. Yesterday we were still living a colorful life. Do we really want to fight the Japanese to the death? Aren't we afraid of being crushed into pieces in the abyss? Do you think I am willing? It's all for the sake of survival."

"I can understand you wanting to live a miserable life, but why would you betray me?" Shang Zhensheng didn't believe it and continued to mock him.

"Brother, what you said is wrong. If I don't betray you, how can I gain the trust of the Japanese? Besides, we can also contribute to the party and the country when we get here!"

"What do you mean by that? Mr. Qian, are you afraid that the higher-ups will send the traitor killers to kill you, and now you want to take revenge?"

"Brother Shang, I know you have complaints against me.
To be honest, I felt bad watching my former brothers being tortured. The Japanese committed such a great evil in Nanjing. If I didn’t hate them at all, I would be ashamed of my ancestors. But...

"These days, I've been like a spinning top, whipped around by some kind of whip in my heart. My head is dizzy, my body is in a mess, and my soul is crazy.
I am not a cultured person, I don’t know how to describe this feeling, but the national hatred, family feuds, morality, public opinion, and national laws really make me breathless, I don’t want to deceive myself anymore.”

"These days I've been feeling anxious and restless, often unable to sleep at night, and my hair is falling out in clumps. I hope this nightmare will end as soon as possible.
I also thought about committing suicide, but I had a family so I had no courage or strength other than to be an ostrich, shrink my neck, and kowtow in front of the Japanese.
But now people have come from Wuhan. Regardless of whether they are here to kill us or not, at least we can establish a channel of communication between them and the headquarters. If we can do something useful for the organization and the party and the country here, I think Boss Dai would be willing to do so. What do you think?"

"Haha, it's deafening. I didn't expect District Chief Qian to say such a thing.
Stop making excuses for your fear of death. Isn't it too late to play the role of being in Cao's camp but your heart is with Han?

Xu Shu could be called a spy back then, but that was an internal matter of the Chinese people. But what are we now? Traitors!

There is a saying that if you don't take the right path, the further you go, the closer you are to the devil. The devil is always waiting for you in front of all kinds of evil paths and obstacles.

We are living in a state of being neither human nor ghost. Do you think you can convince the people from Wuhan and Boss Dai with just a few empty words? "

Shang Zhensheng didn't believe what he said at all. He had already become a traitor, and it was too late to say anything now.

"Brother, I know I am a bit self-deceiving, but don't forget that intelligence work has always been a matter of mutual dependence.

In the world of intelligence, there are no eternal enemies, let alone eternal friends.

We have no contact with Wuhan, so how do you know that Boss Dai won’t agree?

The Special High Section and the Japanese can use us to attack the Secret Service, so why can't the Secret Service fight back in their own way, secretly bribe and win over the traitors and spies to fight back against the Japanese?
My identity does not allow me to come forward, but you can. You were forced to surrender. As long as we can provide intelligence about the Japanese army to Wuhan and atone for our crimes, Boss Dai may forgive us for what happened."

Qian Xinming's words were so convincing that Shang Zhensheng was also a little tempted. After all, no one wanted to be labeled a traitor. However, he thought for a moment and immediately asked:

"We don't have a radio station to contact Wuhan now. What if they issue a kill order and someone comes to kill us without any explanation? How do we solve this problem?"

"This..." Qian Xinming was also a little dumbfounded after hearing this. He thought for a long time, and finally said, as if he had mustered up his courage:

"I have planted a pawn outside, he is my confidant. Under the current circumstances, I can only send him to Wuhan to meet with Boss Dai in person. It would be best if he could get a handwritten pardon."

Shang Zhensheng looked at him deeply and said calmly:
"District Chief Qian, I hope you are really in Cao's camp but your heart is with Han, and not trying to play both sides and be a double agent."

"How could that be? Qian is loyal to the Party and the country, but he accidentally took the wrong path and now he has come to his senses."

"I hope it's the same as you said, otherwise I won't let you go even if I become a ghost."

(End of this chapter)