My spy diary

Chapter 231 Appearance (asking for monthly ticket)

"dong dong dong"

There were several knocks on the door. Two plainclothes officers who were gnawing on chicken legs in a private room of the teahouse suddenly looked stern, looked at each other, and drew their pistols at the same time.

One person pointed the gun at the main door, and the other person tiptoed towards the door with a gun.

At this time, there was another knock on the door, first light and then heavy. Seeing that it was the agreed signal, the plainclothes officer breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly, "Who?"

"Me." A voice came from outside the door.

Hearing this, the plainclothes officer quickly put away his gun, opened the door and welcomed the person in.

"Section Chief."

The person who came was Zhang Yi. He glanced sharply at the two plainclothes officers who looked a little uneasy, and his gaze stopped on the table.

There was half a roast chicken, a few side dishes and a pot of tea on the table.

It seemed that before him, the two were feasting.

"Didn't you drink?"

"No, no. Team Leader Hou has already told us that the mission is important." The two said cautiously.

Zhang Yi did not comment, sniffed his nose, walked forward to pick up the teapot and smelled it. Seeing that it was indeed tea, he nodded and came to the place where the telescope was placed in front of the window. It was aimed at Wang Fagang's house. He observed for a while through the light-transmitting lens and asked, "Is there any movement?"

"No, the family had dinner and went to bed early."

"Okay." Zhang Yi nodded and said, "Eat. Just don't worry about the mission. Remember to reimburse the bill to the accountant."

"Yes." The two plainclothes officers finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Coming out of the surveillance point, Zhang Yi looked at his watch. It was three o'clock in the morning, the time when people are most sleepy.

It was pitch black outside, with only a few stars twinkling faintly.

On the streets, the dim street lamps emitted a yellowish light, barely illuminating the bumpy road surface. In the quiet alleys, the occasional cries of wild cats added a bit of desolation.

There were no pedestrians in the streets and alleys. Zhang Yi wrapped his clothes, avoided the patrol police with heavy footsteps, and walked into the darkness.

No. 22, Shengli Street.

Li Chunxiang sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, his eyes full of bloodshot. He stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he had not woken up yet, but he was clearly fully dressed.

Having been exposed, he wanted to take a train to leave the city immediately and find a place where no one knew him, but there were Red Party scouts everywhere, and now it was too late.

Ever since he came to this city, from being alone to holding hands with his wife, to his wife being pregnant, it would soon become the family of three he had imagined, but in the end it was nothing but a trap, a setup, and a pipe dream.

Now he is alone again, where should he go?

Do I have to turn to the Secret Service again?

But can we still believe what they say?
At this moment, Li Chunxiang suddenly heard some noise, as if someone climbed over the wall and entered the yard.

He shuddered all over, and with trembling hands he found the pull cord of the light bulb, turned off the light, then quickly drew his pistol and tiptoed towards the door.

He listened carefully behind the door, but there was no sound except the whistling of the cold wind.

Looking through the crack in the door, I saw the cold moonlight shining on the courtyard and the houses, outlining light and dark outlines. The cold wind quietly and silently passed through the closed doors and windows, as if carrying unknown fear.

".who?"

Li Chunxiang plucked up the courage to ask, but still no response.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no movement. Li Chunxiang opened the door cautiously and walked out. Just as he was about to search the yard, he saw a dormant black shadow flash by in the shadows of the yard.

Then a spark flashed, and the bullet quietly hit Li Chunxiang's chest, and he fell to the ground.

At this moment, the tall figure walked out from the shadows with a gun in hand, shot him again without hesitation, and then turned and went into the house.

After a while, a figure walked out carrying a bag.

Finally, the bag appeared outside the gate of the Red Party’s Wuhan office.

The next day at noon, Zhang Yi was eating when Monkey knocked on the door and entered the office.

"Chief, Takayama Shuichi has appeared."

"where?"

"Just entered the common people's guesthouse, Lao Zheng and other brothers are following him."

"Go and have a look."

Zhang Yi didn't have time to eat, and immediately got on Monkey's car and drove to a place not far from the People's Guesthouse.

"Old Zheng is there." Monkey pointed at a man dressed as a down-and-out businessman buying a newspaper at a newsstand.

Zhang Yi opened the gap in the car window curtain and stared at Zheng Huhe quietly.

Soon following Zheng Huhe's line of sight, Zhang Yi found the target.

I saw a peddler wearing a tattered felt hat coming out of the alley next to the guesthouse. His hat brim was pulled down low, covering most of his face. He was wearing a faded and slightly loose coarse cotton coat with patches scattered across it.

He held a handful of colorful balloons tightly in his hand, swaying gently in the breeze.

Seeing Takayama Shuichi walking to the street to sell balloons, Zhang Yi asked in confusion: "What does he want to do?"

"They must have discovered that we were openly monitoring Wang Fagang." Monkey pointed at two vendors selling candied haws and roasted sweet potatoes who were shouting loudly not far away.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Zhang Yi looked at the vendor dressed as Takayama Shuichi. His eyes were not as eager to attract customers as those of ordinary vendors. Instead, he covered his eyes with balloons and glanced around vigilantly from time to time. There was an elusive sharpness and cunning in his eyes.

"He chose balloons, so he can observe the target from a fixed point within his sight. Once he takes action, he can use the balloons as a cover to prevent the target and others from seeing his face clearly. This Takayama Shuichi is indeed cunning."

"Chief, do you think he found someone following him? Will Lao Zheng..."

"It shouldn't be." Zhang Yi thought about it. It is true that Gao Shan Xiuyi is cunning, but Zheng Huhe is also a master of tracking and will not be easily exposed.

But a top spy has very sharp intuition, and he might have noticed that someone was watching him.

"Since he has discovered our surveillance, we have to react as well." Zhang Yi thought, "Our people are monitoring this area, so we have to observe and examine this suspicious person who suddenly appeared, otherwise he will appear suspicious."

"So, Lao Zheng's tracking plan remains unchanged. Let him be more careful. Send two more people up here, and deliberately expose their tracks to let him know that we are monitoring him. Let him find out, let him get rid of the tracking, and let him feel proud. Only in this way can our people in the dark follow his footsteps and find his lair." "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. But you have to tell these two people to be careful, don't be tracked back, or even lose their lives."

"Yes." The monkey's expression changed and he hurried to make arrangements.

Soon, two plainclothes officers disguised as rickshaw drivers appeared on the street, silently staring at Shuichi Takayama, and followed him far behind.

Takayama Shuichi seemed unaware of their pursuit. He kept shouting and selling balloons along the way, walking and stopping, seemingly without any aim.

As the number of balloons in his hand gradually dwindled, Shuichi Takayama seemed to have completed his work for the day and squeezed into a bus stop.

The rickshaw driver who was following him was in a panic. When he saw him enter the station, he immediately started his rickshaw and followed him.

When the bus arrives, one person gets on first and the other waits to get on last.

Shuichi Takayama still seemed unaware. He squeezed into the car first and sat in a seat near the door. Another plainclothes officer got on the car last and blocked the door.

Just after the car door closed and the car drove a few steps out, Takayama Shuichi suddenly stood up in a panic and asked anxiously, "Does this car go to the train station?"

"No, you're taking the wrong bus."

"Stop the car." Takayama Shuichi shouted anxiously while pushing towards the door. The plainclothes police at the door immediately stepped forward to block him.

But Takayama Shuichi did not stop at all. A sharp light flashed in his eyes under the brim of his hat. A big hand suddenly grabbed the plainclothes man's neck. The rough knuckles of his thumb were all covered with calluses, which were obviously traces left by long-term training and use of weapons. Being grabbed by this pair of big hands, the plainclothes man felt suffocated and could not resist at all.

Seeing his teammates trapped, another plainclothes officer had already pulled out his gun and moved towards the front of the car. However, the car door opened at this moment, and before the door was fully opened, Takayama Shuichi pushed the plainclothes officer to the ground, immediately jumped out of the car, and ran away into the street.

After a while, two plainclothes officers in the car also ran over, but after searching for a long time, they couldn't find any trace of Takayama Shuichi, so they could only leave in frustration.

At this time, the figure of Shuichi Takayama appeared from the alley. He looked at the plainclothes officers leaving with a playful smile, tore off his disguise, came out of the alley, hailed a rickshaw and disappeared.

As soon as he left, Zheng Huhe appeared from another alley, also hailed a rickshaw and followed him.

Assistant Manager's Office of Xinmin Bank on Xinbali Street in the French Concession.

Takayama Shuichi, who had changed his clothes, walked into the office and saw Okada Yoshimasa sitting behind his desk with a sullen face. He asked carefully, "What's wrong, senior?"

"Snapped"

Okada Yoshimasa slammed a newspaper on the table and said angrily, "Read it yourself."

Takayama Shuichi took the newspaper in confusion and saw that it was a "Sweep-up Newspaper". The front-page headline of the newspaper read "The Japanese lieutenant colonel was the first to surrender to us. China will win and the little Japan will lose!"

Below the title was a smiling and talkative face, which was actually Lieutenant Colonel Nosada who had been arrested a long time ago.

The article is described in the voice of Nosada, and the central idea is only one: Japan is a small country with a shortage of supplies and manpower. The battle between China and Japan is a protracted war, and in the end China will win and Japan will lose!

Ye Zhen could not bear to see the people in his country continue to suffer, so he took the lead in rebelling and called on more people of insight to rise up and resist this war of aggression.
"Baga, so shameless." Takayama Shuichi gritted his teeth in hatred. Although he knew that these were definitely words said by the enemy in the name of Nosada, the lethality of this article was extremely high. If they could not make an effective response or achieve some meritorious deeds, the future of the Song Agency would be unimaginable.

"Senior, this must be a conspiracy by the Chinese. Should we take retaliatory action immediately?"

Okada Yoshimasa did not answer directly, but asked: "How are you doing?"

Gao Shan said, "The enemy was keeping a close watch on him. He discovered me, which was not like regular surveillance. Did he reveal something?"

"Do you suspect this is a chain reaction? They hope to find us through Wang Fagang?" Okada Yoshimasa raised his head in surprise.

"I just doubt it."

"It seems that this line of his is useless." Okada Yoshimasa's expression became more serious, and he asked again: "Did they follow into the French Concession?"

"No." Takayama Shuichi smiled confidently and said, "I easily shook them off. The Chinese agents are just a makeshift team. How can they compare with the agents trained by our Great Japanese Empire system?"

Okada Yoshimasa also smiled when he heard this and asked, "How did you harvest today?"

Gao Shan pulled out a map and pointed at the banks, hospitals, power plants and other facilities marked on it. He said proudly, "The Chinese agents thought I was going around in circles with them, but in fact I have already observed these facilities. The guards are lax, so it's easy to sneak in. All it takes is a few bombs to destroy them all."

Okada Yoshi was looking at the map thoughtfully. After a moment, he suddenly smiled strangely, pointed at the power plant far from the city center, and said, "Notify Wang Fagang and tell him that we are going to blow up the power plant tonight and ask him to cooperate."

"He is being monitored." Gao Shan looked at Okada Yoshimasa in surprise and confusion. Facing his mysterious smile, he suddenly realized:
"Senior, are you talking about luring the tiger away from the mountain?"

Seeing Okada Yoshimasa nodding, Gao Shan said with admiration: "I see, this way we can test his loyalty at the same time."

"I'm glad you understand." Okada Yoshimasa nodded and continued, "Come with me to meet a French friend. We still need to get the explosives from there."

"Hai."

"This person is Okada Yoshimasa?"

In a car not far from Xinmin Bank, Zhang Yi asked as he watched Yoshio Okada getting into a car accompanied by Shuichi Takayama, and two men who looked like bodyguards got into another car behind him. He watched the cars leave.

"I followed Shuichi Takayama all the way here. The person he accompanied should be Yoshimasa Okada." Zheng Huhe said.

Another plainclothes officer who had been lurking in the French Concession for a long time to conduct peripheral investigations said respectfully: "Section Chief, there is no mistake, it is this person."

Zhang Yi nodded. This man was not much different from the general image he had sketched out in his mind. He was dressed in a suit and looked like a financial elite, but he looked much older than he had imagined.

Now that the enemy leader has been found, the next step is to arrest him and get him out of the French Concession.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yi met Chi Juqing, the Chinese patrol chief who was instigated and appointed as the head of the special group of the French Concession Police Station.

"Chi Pu Tou, long time no see."

"What are you doing here?" Chi Juqing had no good feelings towards Zhang Yi, a guy who used threats and bribes to incite him to defect. Although he was now the head of the special group of the French Concession Police Station and had two salaries, the operations of the Secret Service in the French Concession were controlled by Deng Baoguang, the Japanese translator and liaison officer of the French Concession Special Group. Not only did he have no extra rights, he also needed to cooperate with the operations at any time. If something went wrong, he would be punished by the French, so he was not happy.

"We are going to take action in the concession tonight and need Chi Putou's cooperation. Also, I heard that the person in charge of guarding the concession checkpoint has a good relationship with Chi Putou. Please help to let him know where we are going to pass tonight."

"Who are you trying to arrest?"

"You don't need to ask that. Anyway, I won't let you and your friends help in vain." Zhang Yi didn't care about his attitude at all. They were just using each other, so how could you expect him to be loyal?

As he spoke, Zhang Yi took out a small yellow croaker from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Chi Juqing looked at Zhang Yi, then glanced at the small yellow croaker, paused, put the small yellow croaker into his sleeve, frowned and said: "You can cooperate, but you can't make too much noise, otherwise if the French ask about it, I won't be able to explain myself."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you." Zhang Yi laughed, patted his shoulder, and threatened: "This matter must be kept secret. I don't want any accidents to happen."

Chi Juqing was burned by Zhang Yi's aggressive eyes, and sighed, "I know."

He knew that this money was not so easy to get.

(End of this chapter)