My spy diary

Chapter 226 Surveillance (please vote)

After receiving the sorted interrogation records, Zhang Yi immediately went to Dai Chunfeng to report on his work.

When I arrived at Room A, Mao Qiwu was indeed working overtime.

Since Mao Qiwu took the position of secretary of Room A, he has become Boss Dai's "stand-in".

But he worked harder and harder than before, almost never leaving the house all day, never talking or smiling.

No matter if he has something to do or not, he always stays quietly in the office. He doesn't smoke when others smoke, he doesn't drink tea when others drink, and he always stays silent and stays by the side with a smile when others brag.

The spies in the office would go out in groups for a meal from time to time, but Mao Qiwu seldom joined them. Sometimes he would not eat, but would rush to pay the bill and then immediately return to the office.

When others asked him why he worked so hard, Secretary Mao argued that that's what Boss Dai did when he was in Jie Alley, working day and night, so he wanted to learn from Boss Dai.

Of course, if Dai Chunfeng didn't rest, his subordinates couldn't rest either. Although the spies didn't say anything, they complained constantly in private. But Secretary Mao didn't care. Instead, he would occasionally help his colleagues cover up, and therefore he was very popular.

Zhang Yi looked at the slightly tired guy in front of him with a warm smile, and thought that Mao Qiwu had always been known for his "patience and ruthlessness". If the Maitreya face disguised in his evil heart was his protective color, then his acting skills had already reached the pinnacle.

"Is the director taking a break?"

Mao Qiwu poured him a cup of tea, glanced in the direction of Dai Chunfeng's residence, looked a little unhappy, and asked:
"There was constant gunfire at the Secret Service Office tonight. Was the operation successful?"

Zhang Yi nodded. "Jin Magao and his liaison Ye Zhen were captured in one fell swoop. The former is barely alive and can't speak, but Ye Zhen has confessed. The case is serious, so I dare not take the initiative. I came here after getting the interrogation records."

Then he handed over the interrogation record.

Mao Qiwu simply flipped through the pages, glanced at his watch, was silent for a while and said, "I'll call the boss now."

The phone rang a few times and then the other end picked up. Zhang Yi clearly heard a woman's giggling voice, and it seemed to be Xiang Xinying.

Zhang Yixin said, no wonder Mao Qiwu looked so unhappy.

Secretary Mao's marriage was full of twists and turns. Not to mention that Boss Dai stipulated that spies were not allowed to get married since the start of the Anti-Japanese War, this rule was finally granted after Mao Qiwu's repeated persuasion. Then there were letters of denunciation and gossip, which made Mao Qiwu very annoyed.

After finally settling the issue of the report letter, Mao Qiwu submitted another marriage report, thinking, "This time it should be okay, right?"
As a result, Boss Dai told him that Xiang Xinying had been married before, and you, Mao Qiwu, are a senior cadre in the Secret Service Department, and your title as chairman is listed everywhere. You can't charge him with bigamy, right?
After a while, Mao Qiwu finally realized that it was his good brother, good fellow villager, and good boss, Boss Dai, who wanted to play with Xiang Xinying for a few more years and didn't want him to get married so soon...

It is impossible not to feel resentment in my heart, but for the sake of my own future, I can only endure it.

He would like to tell Boss Dai that he would be willing to let Xiang Xinying continue to sleep with him after they got married, but he knew that his boss was very concerned about his reputation. If he said this openly, Dai Chunfeng would definitely be disgusted or even angry. If he transferred him to the field in anger, he would probably never see Xiang Xinying again in his life.

Therefore, the best way is to find another woman for Boss Dai. With a new favorite, Dai Chunfeng will no longer monopolize Xiang Xinying.

Before Zhang Yi came, Mao Qiwu had been racking his brains to plan this matter, and he pretended to be working hard.

"Let's go, the boss is waiting for us at the residence."

The two of them arrived at Dai Chunfeng's residence one after the other, and saw him sitting on the sofa in his pajamas, looking refreshed.

Zhang Yi quickly reported the results of the interrogation. Dai Chunfeng frowned and said:
"Now it seems that not killing the Japanese cryptographer Saburo Ito was a bad move!"

After a pause, he asked again: "Can you confirm whether the Japanese have cracked the Guangxi clique's military code?"

Zhang Yi said: "Ye Zhen didn't explain, we can only see if we can find the answer from Jin Magao."

"If Japanese spies can infiltrate the Secret Service, how can there be no less of the Guangxi clique?" Dai Chunfeng shook his head unhappily and looked at Mao Qiwu angrily:

"What the hell is Yang Rong from the Intelligence Department doing? This idiot didn't even know that the Japanese spy was lurking right under his nose. Call him immediately."

Mao Qiwu went away immediately.

Dai Chunfeng rubbed his brows and said, "The battle of Xuzhou is imminent. If the Japanese spies crack the military code, the consequences will be unimaginable. I will report this matter to the chairman immediately.
After you return, immediately interrogate Jin Magao and follow the clues to catch Ye Zhen's liaison and the intelligence network behind him."

"Yes."

After returning to the office, Zhang Yi lay down for a while with his clothes on, and got up immediately around five o'clock.

When we arrived at the meeting room, we saw Monkey and Qian Xiaosan with a few plainclothes officers sitting in front of a radio, concentrating and ready to eavesdrop at any time.

As the time approached five o'clock, a lazy and charming voice sounded from the radio on time.

"Now reporting today's vegetable prices, cucumbers 1.239 yuan, cabbage 0.189 yuan."

Zhang Yi stood behind the plainclothes officer with a serious face, watching the strings of codes being copied onto paper and sneered. The Japanese spies were indeed cunning. If you didn't know, you would think they were really broadcasting the vegetable prices.

"Today's report is over, tomorrow"

As the broadcast ended, Zhang Yi took the transcribed code and immediately took out "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to translate it.

Soon a line of telegram appeared on the paper.

"Nine o'clock, the first trash can next to the Huimin Clinic in the Japanese Concession."

This is clearly a dead mailbox.

Zhang Yi didn't know what identity and how Ye Zhen's courier would approach the trash can, but his goal was not only to capture this unknown courier, but also to dig out the intelligence network or intelligence transmission channel behind him, so the last step had to be completed.

"Okay, let's all take a break and recharge our batteries. We'll set out for surveillance at 8 o'clock." Zhang Yi thought for a moment, waved his hand, and asked the plainclothes police to bring Ye Zhen up.

Seeing that Monkey was hesitant to speak, Zhang Yi asked, "What's the matter?" "Chief, do you think this courier knows Ye Zhen?
The information from the meeting must have been passed to two people at the same time.
If it were me, I would definitely check out the location in advance to ensure safety, and then hide in a corner and quietly observe the person who delivered the "garbage". If it wasn't Ye Zhen who came, he might cancel the meeting."

Zhang Yi naturally thought of this problem, but regardless of whether Ye Zhenxin believed it or not, this person had just been tortured. Not to mention delivering intelligence, he would have to gasp for breath even after walking a few steps. It was impossible for him to go and make the contact.

"Find someone with similar height and appearance to disguise and meet him. It's winter, so wrap yourself up tightly. It won't be easy for him to identify you. The key point is to set up surveillance tomorrow, so we can't let him find us."

"understood."

At this time, Ye Zhen was supported and walked up. Zhang Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He handed him the translated information and said:

"Write a coded intelligence report in your tone and expression. Remember, don't play tricks."

"Yes." Ye Zhen said with a resigned tone, "You are the knife and I am the fish. As long as Section Chief Zhang does not announce the news of my arrest and confession, everything will be fine."

"Don't worry. Tomorrow, no, today's newspapers will report the news of tonight's exchange of fire. We will announce to the public that you and Jin Magao have escaped, and the manhunt for you will continue."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Silent all night.

At 8:50 in the morning, the Huimin Clinic had not yet opened, but there were already a dozen patients waiting for treatment sitting on the two rows of wooden benches outside.

At this time, a middle-aged man squeezed on the edge of the chair with his neck shrunk. He was wrapped in a thick cotton robe, wearing a thick felt hat and a mask, and a thick scarf. He coughed from time to time and did not attract any attention at all.

At nine o'clock, all the patients stood up and began to line up. The middle-aged man suddenly touched his clothes and said anxiously:
"Oops, I forgot my wallet."

As he said this, he walked in the opposite direction.

When passing by the trash can, he didn't stop at all, but just took out a ball of paper from his pocket and threw it in.

Not long after the middle-aged man left, a scavenger came from the street corner.

He was bent over, wearing slightly worn but neat clothes, his hair was a little messy, his skin was dark, his face showed traces of time, but he had a tenacious expression.

He held a long bamboo pliers tightly in his hand, his eyes focused on the inside of the trash can, and he searched carefully around the can, not wanting to miss any potentially valuable items.

Every time he picked up a bottle or a piece of cardboard, a hint of subtle satisfaction would flash across his eyes.

After cleaning this trash can, he moved to the next one without any intention of stopping.

In a car not far away, Zhang Yi pulled open a corner of the window curtain, looked through the telescope for a moment, handed it to a patrolman beside him, and asked:
"do you know it?"

The patrolman took the telescope and took a few glances, then immediately said in a flattering manner:
"Sir, isn't this Old Man Yan? He has no children and often hangs around in this area, making a living by picking up trash...

Some time ago, he found a wallet with money in it and had an argument with other scavengers nearby. He was beaten up and disappeared for a while. I thought he would not survive this winter.
What's the matter, sir? Has he committed any crime? Do you want me to bring this old man back?"

Zhang Yi glared at the patrolman and said, "Why arrest him? He seems to be out of place, but he is trying to live his life in his own way. He has his own persistence and dignity. Don't think you can bully others just because you are wearing a skin."

"Yes, yes, the commander is right." The patrolman said angrily, but his eyes showed some disapproval. There are so many people like this on the street corners in the city. In troubled times, human life is worthless. How can he sympathize with them?

"Okay, go ahead. Remember to keep today's events secret." Zhang Yi sent the patrolman away and instructed:
"It seems to be just as we expected. This traffic officer is very cautious. I guess he is hiding in some corner and watching silently."

"Drive. Don't leave your car lying there for too long, or it will definitely arouse his suspicion. The others should keep cross-monitors. Give orders that anyone who has shown their faces before must not appear on the same street again."

"Yes."

The car started slowly. Zhang Yi glanced at the scavenger again and pulled the car window curtain. He believed that as long as he kept his eyes on this man, the surveillance behind him would definitely show up.

At the same time, in a hotel opposite the Huimin Clinic, a middle-aged man in his early thirties was standing behind the window, silently watching every movement on the street through the gap.

Next to him was a copy of the Xinmin Evening News. The front-page headline was about the gunfight on Huimin Street last night. The newspaper published the figures of Jin Magao and Ye Zhen, offered a reward, and called on the public to report.

The middle-aged man stared at "Yezhen's" departing back silently for a while, and watched the scavenger put the garbage into the bag and went to the next street corner. He immediately took off the felt hat on his head, and when he turned it over, the originally black hat immediately turned gray.

He put on his hat again, turned his cotton coat inside out, took out a mask from his pocket and put it on, then opened the door and left.

When he reappeared a moment later, he was disguised as a worker pushing a garbage cart.

The middle-aged man "happened" to meet the old man who was scavenging a few streets away, and then used a crumpled banknote to take away all the bottles and papers that the other party had found. In this way, the information had been transferred to his hands.

Naturally, all of this fell into the eyes of Zhang Yi and the plainclothes officers who were monitoring the operations department.

Watching the middle-aged man pulling the cart and disappearing into the street, completely unaware of the tracking and surveillance behind him, everyone felt a sense of excitement that the net was about to be closed.

Zhang Yi was not angry. The pressure of handling the case was increasing day by day. Even if the team members were slack at this time, they could not be blamed.

At critical moments, motivating people is often more effective than criticizing them. Otherwise, it is easy to cause negative emotions in everyone, thus affecting work efficiency.

He just reminded: "The mission is not over yet, don't slack off.
From now on, mobilize all the people and vehicles that can be mobilized, and adopt the familiar segmented tracking method. Cars and rickshaws should control the distance between them and monitor his every move. People who have talked to him and places where he has stayed cannot be spared until his lair is found. "

"Yes."

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(End of this chapter)