My spy diary

Chapter 217 Sniper (asking for monthly ticket)

Takagi Shinpei stood in the dim corner of the theater auditorium. He was dressed in casual clothes and his face did not have the ferocity and coldness of a soldier. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a bit elegant, but his pair of sharp eyes were always staring at everyone in the venue, as if he was ready to dig out the secrets deep in your heart at any time.

At this time, Kitayama Heng, who was wearing a colonel's uniform, walked over with a cold look and asked, "How is the security work going?"

"Iron wall."

Gao Mu smiled confidently. He believed that he had learned from the lessons of the previous times. Even if more anti-Japanese elements came today, he would make sure they would never return.

"Yoshi." Bei Shanheng nodded with satisfaction and said meaningfully:
"Anti-Japanese elements deserve to die, but we can't just arrest people... Sun Tzu's Art of War says that the best strategy is to defeat the enemy without fighting. We are agents, and intelligence is more important to us."

"Takagi-kun, I know that you, Haino, and Asano are all eyeing the position of the next section chief, but the current achievements alone are not enough."

Hearing this, Gao Mu bowed and said:
"Please give me some advice, senior."

Bei Shanheng nodded appreciatively, and suddenly changed the subject and asked:
“Have you ever heard of the Low Profile Club?”

Takagi shook his head in confusion.

Beishan said in a reproachful tone: "A spy cannot just know how to fight and kill. You need to be able to keep an eye on all directions and be able to listen to all directions."

Then he explained: "This low-key club is a political group centered around Wang Tianhai."

After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, Chang delivered the famous "Lushan Speech", calling for the whole nation to fight against the Japanese "regardless of north and south, old and young", and he became the talk of the town for a time.

As the second-in-command of the Kuomintang, Wang Tianhai was naturally unwilling to lag behind and also delivered a speech at Lushan, which roughly said, "The current situation has reached the final moment. We must have great determination and courage to sacrifice. After the sacrifice, our goal of the war of resistance will be achieved."

After hearing what he said, people who didn't know him would think that he advocated resistance against the Japanese aggression.

But in fact, Wang's pessimism about the war of resistance had a long history, and it did not take long for him to go from pessimism to advocating peace, and then to being a "puppet".

Wang is surrounded by a group of people who share the same views as him...

They include Zhou Fohai, Minister of Propaganda and Deputy Director of the Second Department of the Secretariat, Gao Zongwu, Director of the Asian Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Dong Moumou, Chief of the Japan Section of the Asian Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Mei Siping of the Kuomintang Legal Affairs Committee, and legislators, etc.

These people believed that not talking about winning the war of resistance against Japan was presumptuous and therefore named their small group the "Low-Key Club."

These people gathered together every day to eat, drink and have fun, and with Wang Tianhao as the center, they began to brew what they called a "peace movement."

From ancient times to the present, or in any country, as long as two countries are at war, there have always been people who advocate war and people who advocate peace.

Wang also proposed the intention of "peace talks" to Chang, and Chang did not refuse because Chang was secretly negotiating through the German ambassador to China.

Unfortunately, the Japanese ambitions expanded and they made huge demands. This was no longer a matter of dividing the country and ruling separately, but of making him a puppet.

Mr. Chang was naturally unwilling to do so, and the negotiations naturally failed.

Beishan Heng explained: "Chang has closed the door to peace talks, but Wang Tianhai and his gang don't seem to be willing to accept it."

Gao Mu's eyes lit up: "Senior, do you mean to instigate rebellion?"

"It is not necessary to incite rebellion, but to keep a close eye on their every move, get in touch with them, and invite them to visit the empire for exchanges." Beishan smiled proudly:
"As long as we can get China's No. 2 and the most important people to cooperate with the Empire, it will cause a devastating blow to China's war of resistance in public opinion. In this way, half of China can be brought under the rule of the Empire without any effort...

In order to maintain their rule, Wang and others will inevitably fight to the death with the Shancheng people, and the empire will be able to reap the benefits... and with this achievement, you and I."

"Senior, I am willing to sneak into Jinling and carry out this glorious mission." Gao Mu immediately bowed respectfully and asked for instructions.

Beishan did not agree immediately, but said with a serious expression:

"The mountain city is their lair and is full of dangers, especially the agent named Zhang Yi from the Secret Service. He has owed countless blood debts to the warriors of the Empire. If we occupy China one day, we will definitely tear this man into pieces."

"Hayi, senior, I am not afraid of danger." Gao Mu saluted and twitched his nose slightly before continuing:
"I have reason to suspect that the Military Intelligence Bureau agent who escaped our pursuit before was this Zhang Yi. This time, I will let him know who the real opponent is."

"Well done, Takagi-kun, you are worthy of being the elite of the empire. I look forward to the day when you arrest him." A satisfied smile flashed across Kitayama's lips, and he turned to look at the venue.

The performance time is almost here. A lot of people have come today, basically soldiers in uniform and gentlemen in suits, most of them are traitors, and the others are dancers and reporters.

Beishan looked at the traitors and puppet soldiers who were fawning on the Japanese with their heads down and their eyes obedient, and felt even more proud. It was undoubtedly his skill that he could train these running dogs to be obedient and loyal.

Beishan was feeling proud when suddenly there was a bang, the door of the theater was pushed open, and a sergeant in military uniform stumbled in.

The noise he made caused everyone present to turn around and look at him, and Beishan's face instantly turned gloomy.

He pretended to be calm and nodded towards the front desk of the venue, bowed apologetically, then took a few steps forward and pulled the terrified sergeant out.

"Baga, you are so flustered. There are so many reporters here, many of whom are not from this country. Are you deliberately trying to embarrass the Empire of Japan in front of the whole world?"

The two slaps made the Japanese sergeant dizzy. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He said in a trembling voice:

"Section Chief, something has happened. Someone has tried to assassinate Mr. Nomura."

"what?"

Kitayama looked at him in disbelief. The "Emperor's Special Envoy Nomura Yoshisaburo" had just given a speech, and when he came out, the other party was still sitting in the front row. How could someone assassinate him?

"Baga, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing Beishan's cannibalistic look, the sergeant quickly covered his face and explained:

"Section Chief, I don't know what's going on either...

I just received a call from the Special Higher Section, saying that Jingyuan called a few minutes ago to report." When he heard "Jingyuan", Beishan's face changed suddenly. He didn't expect that today's assassin would have so many backups. They just arrested an impostor actor and now someone else is going to Jingyuan to assassinate him?

However, the families of these suspected anti-Japanese elements were all under their control, and only a few people knew that Nomura Yoshisaburo's substitute had arrived. How did the assassin know about it?
How did the assassin sneak into the heavily guarded Jingyuan to carry out the assassination?

Could it be an inside job?
Otherwise, how can all this be explained?
Could it be that he hit the secondary car by mistake?
The enemy did not know that Nomura Kichisaburo had sent a substitute to the theater.
But, should we say that the opponent is professional or unprofessional?

Kitayama was glad it was the latter. If that was the case, at least it meant that the traitor's position was not high. And if the assassin went directly for the real Nomura, it meant that the other party had infiltrated his side, perhaps at a high level in the Special High Police. It was chilling to think about it!

"Go back immediately and leave the security here to the gendarmerie."

Kitayama Heng was in a trance for a moment, his face looked extremely embarrassed. It took him a while to calm down. He pointed at Takagi Shinpei and ran towards the car outside the theater.

So how did Yoshisaburo Nomura die?
Things started from an hour ago.

Qian Xiaosan reported that the road from Jingyuan to Jinling Grand Theater was heavily guarded with checkpoints. The Japanese even sent snipers from the special forces to control the commanding heights.
Wang Gaoke reported that the Japanese had conducted a carpet search at the Jinling Grand Theater. They were also on high alert, strictly checking every entry document. Anyone with the slightest suspicion would be arrested, and they were only allowed to enter but not leave.
The monkey in charge of monitoring the telephone in the Special High Section dormitory reported that the six telephones in the Special High Section dormitory kept ringing, and the Japanese were extremely busy.
All these signs indicate that the Japanese devils attach great importance to tonight's party, and the layers of guards are not suitable for assassination.
After careful consideration, Zhang Yi decided to assassinate Nomura Yoshisaburo at Jingyuan where he lived...

The time was to wait until he returned from the banquet and take advantage of the moment when the Japanese relaxed their vigilance to give him a fatal blow.

In order to ensure the success of the assassination, Zhang Yi ambushed in a residential building a few hundred meters away from Jingyuan.

In the afternoon, a light drizzle began to fall in Jinling. The sparse drizzle mixed with a cold wind made the weather particularly gloomy and cold.

Zhang Yi lurked quietly on the top of a five-story building, blending his body into the surrounding environment.

His eyes were focused and sharp. Through the scope of the sniper rifle, he watched from afar the every move in the inner garden of Jingyuan in the distance.

Calculating from his position, he was estimated to be about 800 meters away from the inner garden of Jingyuan, which was within the effective range of the sniper rifle he carried.

Today Zhang Yi is still carrying the Springfield M1903 sniper rifle, but it has been given a new mission and is equipped with a more advanced optical sight.

At this moment, Zhang Yi's finger was lightly on the trigger, his breathing was steady and deep. He glanced at the sparse raindrops and sighed slightly.

He never doubted his marksmanship, but firstly, due to the weather, the sniper vision today was not ideal. Secondly, Jingyuan was surrounded by high walls and towering trees, and the shooting field of view was only about ten meters in front and behind.

In other words, only when Nomura Yoshisaburo walked into the ten-meter shooting line of sight, Zhang Yi could see him and shoot, ensuring that he would hit the target.

As time passed, a black car was seen slowly driving out of the inner garden, and then left Jingyuan under the heavy escort of vehicles in front and behind. Zhang Yi guessed that it must be Nomura Yoshisaburo who was going to attend the banquet.

He adjusted the muzzle and sight, but the vehicle in his sight was moving extremely fast and the windows were curtained, so he could not tell where Yoshisaburo Nomura was sitting, so he could only act according to the original plan.

Zhang Yi wrapped his clothes, took out a cigarette from his pocket and chewed it in his mouth. The spicy taste made his spirit slightly jolt.

He looked back at the small door leading to the roof platform. There were two grenades hanging behind the door. If someone came up, he could evacuate in advance.

Without any worries, Zhang Yi simply closed his eyes and rested. If he couldn't achieve his goal tonight, he would just wait until tomorrow. He didn't believe that the turtle Nomura Yoshisaburo would not come out of the house.

I don’t know how long it was before my stomach suddenly growled. Zhang Yi opened his eyes and found that the rain had stopped at some point, the clouds had dispersed, and a gorgeous sunset glow appeared on the horizon.

As the sun sets, the rooftop platform is also dyed with a faint golden color. Zhang Yi crawls in this faint golden color, picks up a stubborn weed from the cracks in the gravel, holds it in his hand and observes the wind direction.

Suddenly his eyes focused and he quickly adjusted the sight, only to see a figure appear in his sight at some point.

Zhang Yi looked carefully and saw that the man was wearing a kimono and wooden clogs, walking in the yard with his hands behind his back, admiring the flowers.

But after observing for a long time, Zhang Yi found that although the man's appearance was somewhat similar to what Wang Gaoke had described, his eyes were intact. Zhang Yi could not be sure that this man was definitely Nomura Yoshisaburo.

At this time, a Japanese soldier in the uniform of a major came up respectfully with a cup of hot tea. The target picked a few wintersweets with great interest and put them in the teacup, then took a sip comfortably.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yi frowned at first. He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. Didn't Nomura Yoshisaburo go to the banquet?

Who is this guy?
His brother?
But seeing the officer's respectful attitude, it was obvious that this person's status was not low either. Zhang Yi pondered for a moment and sneered. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. It is better to kill one.

Besides, opportunities are fleeting. If you don’t take what heaven offers you, you will suffer the consequences. If you don’t act when the time comes, you will suffer the consequences.

The sky is clear now, it seems that God doesn't want the Japanese to continue living.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Yi immediately placed his finger lightly on the trigger, glanced at the weeds, and began to adjust his breathing.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, with only him and his goal.

Zhang Yi adjusted the angle of the sight and moved his body slightly to find the best time to shoot.

Finally, the target in sight took another sip of tea, handed the cup to the officer, walked out from the flower branch, and just entered the best shooting range.

At this moment, Zhang Yi's heart quickened slightly, but his eyes remained firm and sharp. In an instant, he pulled the trigger.

Suddenly, the bullet shot out like lightning.

The flash of fire from the muzzle flashed in the evening glow, followed by a dull sound.

If there is a slow motion --

The bullet flew through the air, over the high wall, over the tops of several trees and the barbed wire wall, and then flew into the inner garden of Jingyuan.

The bullet grew bigger and bigger, passing over the head of the Japanese lieutenant colonel, and finally penetrated the target's forehead.
Seeing that the bullet hit the target accurately and his body fell down, Zhang Yi did not hesitate at all. He immediately packed up the sniper rifle, went to the edge of the roof, pulled a rope tied to the drainpipe, jumped down, and quietly disappeared into the alley, as if he had never appeared.

(End of this chapter)