My spy diary

Chapter 227 Explosion (asking for monthly ticket)

Lurking is a skill.

Lurking means being able to quietly accumulate strength, collect intelligence, and wait for the opportunity without being noticed.

A lurker not only needs great patience and self-control, the ability to endure loneliness and obscurity, the ability to survive in a complex environment and not easily expose his true intentions and actions, but also the ability to burst out with amazing power at the right time.

The best way to lurk for a long time is to remain invisible, either to be humble to the dust, or to offend everyone around you as much as possible, making people hate and detest you. No one will pay attention to you, let alone understand you.

Wang Xiaoer is the former.

At this moment, he was pulling a garbage cart, stopping and starting all the way, swaying out of the Japanese Concession and arriving at a garbage disposal station.

This place is close to the Kuomintang-controlled area and the French Concession, with a train station and bus station next to it. Although it is the heart of transportation, it is still dirty and dilapidated.

The area near the garbage disposal station is mostly composed of old houses of varying sizes, and there are some factories outside. It is like an urban village with all kinds of people living there.

This is a dark corner hidden by the prosperity and colorful lights of the city. There is no stage where dreams are intertwined, but only the lost tears hidden in the hustle and bustle and the tired figures floating in the waves.

Wang Xiaoer successfully disposed of some valuable garbage, dusted himself off, and went back to his nearby residence without looking back.

The house or shack was small and dark, with all kinds of waste items piled up in the corners.

A tattered wooden board was placed against the wall, covered with dirty and patched bedding.

A few newspapers bearing the vicissitudes of time were scattered on the yellowed and blackened walls. The whole room was filled with an odor mixed with dampness, decay, sweat, and a faint smell of garbage.

After entering the house, Wang Xiaoer stood at the door and carefully observed the layout of the house. He closed the door and then came to a small window where most of the light was blocked by dust and spider webs.

He observed vigilantly for a while, and when he saw that there was no one following him, he took out the intelligence from his pocket.

After reading it carefully, he took out a dirty pipe from the bedside, pinched a pinch of tobacco, rolled it up with the paper used to convey the information, lit it with a match, and started to smoke it. Amid the smoke, a hint of cunning appeared on his originally dirty face.

At the same time, one kilometer away, Zhang Yi was listening to the report from the plainclothes police.

"Chief, the area near the garbage disposal station is open and sparsely populated. We are afraid that he will be alerted, so we dare not follow too close."

Zhang Yi stood there, looked around, thought for a while, frowned and asked: "Have you found out his identity?"

The plainclothes officer nodded and said, "We asked the old man who was collecting rubbish nearby. It was said that this man was called Wang Xiaoer. Others generally called him Wang Er. We don't know if he has a real name.

This guy came here three years ago. I heard people say that he was caught stealing before and wandered here after being released. This guy is a bit lazy and will go to the city to eat and drink when he finds something good."

"Thief? Likes to go to the city again?" Zhang Yi pondered and picked up the telescope to observe for a while. There was not even a telephone pole nearby, so it was impossible to use the radio. Wang Xiaoer's identity was not suitable for buying batteries, so he might go to the city to meet with his accomplices.

But Zhang Yi was still worried and said, "Divide the personnel into two groups. One group will closely monitor his every move and send someone to follow him whenever he leaves. The other group will search his house after he leaves."

"Yes."

Half an hour later, Wang Xiaoer finally took action.

He changed into a relatively clean and decent set of clothes, walked through the waste disposal station without looking around, and merged into the crowd of pedestrians on the road.

After walking a distance, he suddenly frowned, looked around, and walked into a grocery store as if nothing had happened.

After chatting with the boss for a few words, he bought a pack of cigarettes and came out again, lighting a cigarette and wandering around the door.

After finishing a cigarette, he suddenly quickened his pace and turned into a narrow alley next to him.

He hid his body in the shadow at the alley entrance. Suddenly, he stuck his head out and looked around. However, there were no pedestrians in the alley, and no one was following him or paying attention to him.

Wang Xiaoer's brows furrowed even deeper. Just now at a certain moment he clearly had a feeling of being watched, a feeling of being stared at, just like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

After thinking for a while, he glanced at a low wall behind him, took a running start, and climbed up nimbly.

This was an abandoned yard. He tiptoed to the gate and observed the movements outside through the crack in the door. He waited for a long time, but no one passed by, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After staying in the yard for a while to make sure that no one was following him, he crossed the yard, climbed over the back wall again, and went around to another street.

Here he hailed a rickshaw and gradually disappeared into the street.

At this time, a detective pulling a rickshaw came out of the alley, looked at Wang Xiaoer's back as he left, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and let out a long sigh.

He had been following behind Wang Xiaoer, and when he saw him suddenly quicken his pace, he subconsciously wanted to follow him. Then when he reached the edge of the alley, he thought of Zhang Yi's advice to "be tight on the outside and loose on the inside" and "it's better to lose than to be exposed", so he stopped in his tracks and did not get exposed.

"This bastard is too cunning." The investigator spat, glanced at the telephone booth in the distance, and hurried over.

After getting off the rickshaw, Wang Xiaoer wandered on the street for a while again, then turned around and went into an antique teahouse.

Teahouses in Wuhan are divided into clear water and muddy water. Clear water teahouses only provide tea, while muddy or meat-filled teahouses have opera troupes, mahjong and all kinds of gambling equipment. If you have money, even prostitutes can be arranged for you.

As soon as you enter the teahouse, you can hear the noisy sounds coming from all directions.

The open hall was filled with tables and chairs, with almost no empty seats.

The guests were either talking loudly or whispering, and the sounds of laughter and conversation mixed together, filling the entire space.

The waiters were busy shuttling around, carrying steaming hot tea and exquisite snacks with quick and skillful movements. They were shouting with warm smiles on their faces.

The private rooms upstairs were also full of guests. The doors opened and closed from time to time, and bursts of laughter and melodious string music could be heard, making people involuntarily indulge in the atmosphere.

On the stage in the middle of the teahouse, actors in gorgeous costumes were singing in a humming voice. Their melodious singing drew loud cheers from the guests.

This place seemed like another world, with false prosperity everywhere and no tension of the coming war.

Wang Xiaoer found a corner to sit down and ordered a cup of tea. He seemed to be sipping the tea leisurely, but his eyes kept glancing towards the door and the stairs.

At the railing on the second floor, a man wearing round-frame glasses and a long robe stood there holding a teacup. His gaze paused slightly on Wang Xiaoer, then casually glanced around.

At this moment, a servant holding a long-handled teapot walked up the stairs slowly, nodded to the man in the long robe, and cast a questioning look, intending to indicate that it was safe and whether he should be invited up.

The two looked at each other without saying anything. The man in the long robe shook his head imperceptibly, his eyes moving among the guests drinking tea downstairs, especially the few people who came in after Wang Xiaoer. The servant didn't say anything, brushed past him and entered a private room.

When the servant came out again, the man in the robe nodded to him.

The waiter took the teapot down to the second floor, changed the teapot at the counter, and moved among the guests, refilling the tea along the way. Soon he came to Wang Xiaoer and helped him refill the tea as well. However, he bowed slightly and whispered in his ear as he left: "Spring Room on the second floor."

Wang Xiaoer didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear the waiter's words. He continued to sip his tea. Only when the waiter walked away did he calmly take out a banknote and put it under the teacup, then got up and went upstairs.

Inside the Chun room, a man in a long robe sat expressionlessly. He looked to be around 40 years old, above medium build, with a square face, and a heroic look between his brows.

He stared at Wang Xiaoer for a few seconds before saying, "Maochuan-kun, thank you for your hard work."

"Mr. Takayama, you are too kind. It is my honor to serve the Emperor." Wang Xiaoer, also known as Shigekawa Hidekazu, nodded respectfully. The person he was meeting today was none other than Takayama Shuichi, the assistant of Okada Yoshimasa, the head of the Matsu Agency.

"Hey." Gao Shan smiled, tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and asked:

"Have you contacted Lieutenant Colonel Nosada?"

"Yes, I have received the information he passed on."

"Did you see him yourself?"

"No, but the handwriting and information encryption method are correct, there should be no problem."

Gao Shan nodded slightly, took out a bunch of keys and a new ID from his pocket, and said:

"This is your new residence and identity. Ye Zhen will live near you, so it will be convenient for us to contact you in the future."

"Yes." Wang Xiaoer took it and lowered his voice and asked:

"Takayama-kun, where's the radio?"

Gao Shan glanced outside the door and shook his head, saying, "There are so many people in the teahouse, it's too conspicuous to bring a suitcase with you. Find a public telephone booth and call the teahouse counter, and someone will naturally deliver it to you."

"That's good." Wang Xiaoer nodded, stood up and walked out of the box calmly.

Gao Shan sat for a while, then walked to the window and watched Wang Xiaoer's back as he left through the gap in the car window.

Seeing that he got on a rickshaw and left, and no one in the teahouse or outside followed him, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and turned into the private room next door.

Sitting in the room was an old man in his fifties with gray hair. He had a gloomy face and looked extremely tired. He was Yoshimasa Okada, the head of the Matsu Agency.

Behind him stood two expressionless men, one of whom was carrying a khaki leather suitcase.

Seeing Gao Shan coming in, Okada Yoshimasa immediately asked, "How is it?"

Gao Shan shook his head and said suspiciously, "I observed for a long time, and after Shigekawa Hidekazu left, no one followed him. Could it be that the information was wrong?"

"The information was transferred from the Special Higher Police, it can't be wrong." Okada Yoshimasa said firmly, "They opened up the highest intelligence channel and have confirmed that Nosada and Jin Magao have been arrested. The reason why we didn't find any loopholes can only show that our opponents are very smart."

With a sigh, Okada Yoshimasa said with lingering fear:

"If it weren't for the timely intelligence from the Special Higher Section, we would have handed the radio over to Shigekawa Hidekazu. Once the Chinese agents got hold of the radio and the code book, we would all be in deep trouble."

After a pause, a hint of grimness appeared on his face, and he looked at Takayama Shuichi:

"You go and take care of it."

Gao Shan understood what he meant, agreed and turned away.

"Chief, this guy should have just finished the meeting at the teahouse. Why is he running to the public phone booth instead of going back? Is he going to contact other accomplices?"

Zhang Yi also felt something was strange. He looked through the gap in the car window curtain and used a telescope to watch Wang Xiaoer entering the public telephone booth. He glanced around vigilantly, then picked up the phone and started dialing.

Then at this moment, a tightly wrapped man on a bicycle passed by the phone booth. He glanced at Wang Xiaoer who was dialing in the phone booth. The latter seemed to recognize him. Just as a trace of doubt appeared on his face, the man took out a grenade with the pull ring removed from his arms and threw it out.

Wang Xiaoer looked at the man riding away on his bicycle in disbelief, unable to understand why he would attack him. As he watched the grenade fall into the narrow wooden telephone booth and roll around, his body began to tremble slightly.

He was stunned for a second, then quickly dropped the phone and rushed out of the phone booth.

However, it was too late. The next moment, there was a loud bang and the telephone booth was blown to pieces.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. Even Zhang Yi was stunned for a few seconds. After he reacted, he quickly gave orders.

"Arrests."

However, just as he finished his words, several more violent explosions were heard from a distance, obviously coming from the direction of the teahouse.

At this moment, a muffled loud noise suddenly came from the restaurant, and a ball of fire burst out.

This was followed by an even more violent explosion.

First, the doors and windows were blown over at once, and then the huge shock wave directly shattered all the glass, and broken glass flew everywhere.

Soon after, wailing sounds were heard from the teahouse, and the first few people who ran out had blood all over their faces.

The injuries of the people who came out later became increasingly serious.

A man's palm was blown off. He held his severed hand in his hand and ran while screaming like crazy, "Help!", "Help!"...

The pedestrians around gradually recovered from their shock and began to run and scream like headless flies. The street soon fell into a terrifying chaos.

"Senior, everyone who has seen you is dead!"

Two plainclothes officers came up and reported.

"Let's go separately!" Okada Yoshizheng nodded expressionlessly, walked into the chaotic crowd and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)