My spy diary

Chapter 240 Eagle (asking for monthly ticket)

Silent all night.

The next morning, Zhang Yi was in a daze holding the "assassination list" given to him by Boss Dai. While he was thinking, Secretary Chen knocked on the door and reported:
"Section Chief, Team Leader Zheng and the others are here."

"Let them in."

"Yes."

Soon, Zheng Huhe, Monkey, Qian Xiaosan, Yang Wenxuan and Liu Kui walked in and saluted.

Zhang Yi returned the greeting indifferently, and without letting them sit down, he took the list and tore it into five pieces, rolled them into small balls, and said:
"Let's draw lots!"

Several people looked at each other in confusion, but still followed the order.

Soon, everyone got a list.

Zhang Yi said expressionlessly, "This is the boss's order. These people are undercover agents planted by the Party Affairs Investigation Department. Get rid of them as soon as possible. Do it cleanly. It's best to make it look like an accident. Remember, this matter is strictly confidential."

"Yes." Several people nodded in agreement, each with a different expression.

Liu Kui glanced at the list in his hand and found that it was a guy from the Intelligence Department. He was also acquainted with him. He could not help but cursed: "He is a hungry stray dog ​​and a man he cannot feed. I will get rid of him tonight."

The person Zheng Huhe picked was from the Action Section. This guy was very popular and always smiling. No one would have thought that he was from the Party Affairs Investigation Office. He frowned and asked, "Section Chief, can't we turn them against us?"

"Killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, it seems the boss is going to be ruthless this time." Yang Wenxuan said, and then asked: "Chief, wasn't this kind of dirty work done by the Sixth Action Team and the direct-affiliated team in the past? Why did it fall to us?"

When a person is famous, he is prone to gossip. When a store is famous, it is prone to counterfeiting. Zhang Yi did not explain what Boss Dai was thinking. He just said, "Follow the order!"

"Yes."

The few of them stopped talking and just left.

Wuhan, Japanese Concession.

Doctor Jin Wuchang returned to the church with a gloomy look on his face. He was originally a doctor at the Takeda Clinic in the Japanese Concession. However, not long ago, the Kuomintang suddenly took back the Japanese Concession in Hankou, and the director of the clinic, Takeda Yoichi, and all the Japanese expatriates were expelled back to their country.

After losing his job, Jin Wuchang set up a traveling doctor, but not many people asked him to see a doctor. In desperation, he had to seek help from his compatriot who was a priest in the church.

The godfather saw his expression and knew that he had gained nothing, so he poured him a bowl of water and said, "I think you should return home."

"Return to the country?" Jin Wuchang shook his head and said, "Do we still have a country?"

The priest made the sign of the cross on his chest and murmured to himself: "God is with us, and one day we will return to our roots."

Jin Wuchang shook his head speechlessly. He did not believe in this at all and retorted: "God also has a kingdom, right? Otherwise, why don't those believers in God in the United States and Britain help us restore our country?"

The priest grinned, did not refute, and silently made the sign of the cross again: "Amen."

Jin Wu sighed, walked out of the church silently, and looked at the church standing in the sun, like a decoration forgotten at the gate of hell.

"The east wind blew again last night in my small building. Can I bear to look back at my homeland under the bright moonlight?"

Jin Wuchang remembered the poems he had heard in China and could not help but recite them aloud.

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, someone behind him answered: "How much sorrow can you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward? Hahahaha, Mr. Jin, when did you start studying Chinese culture?"

Jin Wuchang turned around suddenly and saw that Takeda Yoichi, who was wearing a tweed coat, had come behind him at some point.

He glanced around cautiously, quickly pulled the man to a secluded place, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you back again?"

"Why can't I come back?" Takeda Yoichi's handsome face looked a little hideous in the sun. He pointed to the former clinic next to the church, which had long been turned into a teahouse, and said angrily:

"I spent almost all my savings to buy this building, and I also borrowed a lot of money from others. Why can the damn Chinese plunder my property?"

Jin Wuchang wanted to say that Hankou was originally Chinese territory, but before he could say anything, he heard Takeda Yoichi say, "I came back this time to take back my property."

"You" Jin Wuchang looked at him suspiciously. Wuhan is now under the control of the Guo Party. How can you, a doctor who is powerless, take it back?
Takeda Yoichi seemed to understand what he was going to say, and said with a confident smile: "A scalpel can also kill people. Besides, I have already joined the Special Higher Police, and I just came back to perform an undercover mission. Jin Jun must help me."

"Me?" Jin Wuchang's eyes widened. "No, I'm Korean."

"That is also Korea under the rule of the Empire." Takeda Yoichi's eyes became stern, "So you are also a subject of the Emperor. It is your supreme honor to serve the Special High Police."

Looking at the strange Takeda, Jin Wuchang shuddered and shook his head, "I am a doctor. Doctors are supposed to save lives, not to heal the wounded."

Before he could finish his words, a pistol was already pointed at his lower abdomen. "You are a doctor trained by the Empire. Now is the time to repay the Emperor. Otherwise, not only you, but also your fellow priest will die."

Facing Takeda Yoichi's murderous eyes, Jin Wuchang had no choice but to agree.

Zhang Yi's office.

Zheng Huhe hurried in and reported: "Chief, Jingtian Gang called and said that he was being followed."

Zhang Yi was shocked when he heard this. Did the people from Jinling Special High Section arrive so quickly?
"Is the information accurate?"

Zheng Huhe added: "That's right. The people we sent to monitor the mine field also discovered this."

"The target was a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat. During the tracking process, Iida took advantage of his unpreparedness and suddenly turned at a fork in the road. The man in the hat followed closely behind him, thus exposing his whereabouts."

"Too amateur, isn't it?" Zhang Yi smiled. Jingtian was not a professional agent from a Japanese spy training school, but he could still find out that he was being followed. This showed how amateur this target was.

"Yes, I also think this is not right." Zheng Huhe thought for a moment and analyzed:
"If the Japanese spies were to send someone to investigate the missing agent, they would definitely send an expert. This is not in line with common sense. There must be some conspiracy behind this. Perhaps the target is a scapegoat, and the real Japanese spy is hiding behind and watching the show."

Zhang Yi nodded in agreement with Lao Zheng's words, sneered, and said, "Since the Japanese spies want to alert the enemy and fish in troubled waters, we should use their own tactics against them. So, immediately withdraw the people monitoring Jingtian to the periphery and start counter-tracking the target. We must find the guy who hides his head and shows his tail. You will be in charge of the details."

"Yes." Zheng Huhe said sternly, "I will personally go out and dig him out."

In a grocery store at the corner of the alley, Jingtian put down the phone and looked coldly at the stalker who was so close to him.

He just made an emergency turn and the other person followed closely behind him, but he did not go into the grocery store. He subconsciously looked around. Finally, perhaps he was a little anxious and no longer cared about hiding himself. He raised the brim of his hat and looked around.

At this moment, through the gap in the light-transmitting door curtain, Iida could already see the man's appearance clearly. He had fair skin, a wide and flat face, slender eyes that were closely spaced, and a wide nose. He looked a bit like a Manchu or Korean, and this appearance was consistent with his genetic Tungusic bloodline.

The orthodox Japanese have obvious Yayoi features, with smooth facial contours and relatively small eyes.
But the distance was a little far, and Iida could not see all the details. He sneered, followed the instructions on the phone, lifted the door curtain, and walked out swaggeringly, as if he didn't notice that the other party was following him.

Seeing Jingtian suddenly appear, Jin Wuchang, who was in a panic, was surprised and delighted. He quickly lowered the brim of his hat and squatted on the ground pretending to wear it. Seeing Jingtian's back disappearing into an alley, he hurriedly jogged to catch up. Then, as soon as he turned into the alley, he was greeted by a huge fist.

"Tell me, why are you following me?"

Jingtian used both his hands and feet without any restraint, and beat Jin Wu so hard that his nose and face were swollen and he ran away in panic with his head in his hands.

Seeing that the first mission failed, Jin Wuchang chose to run away.

He kept looking back while running, afraid that Jingtian would catch up with him.

At this moment, he accidentally bumped into a passerby, and when he turned around, he found that it was Yoichi Takeda.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Takeda dragged him into an alley, then entered a courtyard, turned left and right, and finally entered a private room on the third floor of a teahouse.

In addition to the teapot and cups, there was also a small telescope on the tea table. Ida took him away and opened a crack in the window, and praised him: "It's your first mission, and you did a good job. You have the potential to be an agent."

Jin Wuchang was terrified and gasped for a long time before he had time to look out the window. From this high place, he could see everything he had just done through the window.

"Are you spying on me?"

"Yes, but I am also doing this for your safety." Takeda poured him a cup of tea and smiled disapprovingly: "A qualified intelligence officer's every move should not arouse suspicion from others. You were too impatient just now."

"But it doesn't matter. This is a skill. It took me six months to get the hang of it. As long as you study hard, you will definitely surpass me in the future." When Takeda saw that he had finished his tea and his body stopped shaking, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Perhaps in time, he would be able to train a qualified spy.

Jin Wuchang listened to this, indifferent and speechless, rubbing the wound on his face tiredly, and was stunned for a while, and suddenly asked: "Who was that just now?"

"You don't need to know this, but don't worry, I will report your name, and when you officially become one of us, I will let you know what you need to know." Takeda smiled and waved his hand:

"Okay, you can leave now. Remember, today's events must be kept secret. Even your priest cannot be told, otherwise hehe."

Hearing the threat, Jin Wuchang's face changed. He slowly stood up, rubbed his face and prepared to leave.

Seeing that he obeyed his orders, Takeda felt a little proud and couldn't help feeling a little happy, like a cat playing with a mouse. At this moment, he decided to give the little mouse a little comfort.

"Wait a minute." Takeda stopped him and took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into his pocket. "Go back and buy some medicine and have a good meal. As long as you sincerely serve the Empire of Japan, the Imperial Army will not treat you unfairly."

Jin Wuchang hesitated for a moment, but still carefully took the money and turned away.

Watching his leaving back, Takeda sneered, put his ear to the door and listened for a while, then picked up the telescope and walked behind the window again.

Soon, Jin Wuchang's figure appeared in sight. Takeda stared at him for a while, then moved the telescope to look around the road. He was relieved when he saw that no one was following him.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and suddenly carefully raised the telescope and aimed it at other commanding heights nearby. The most terrifying thing for a sniper is to see another sniper rifle pointing at him through his own scope. What Takeda feared most at this moment was that someone was also observing him with a telescope.

But after observing for a long time and finding nothing, Takeda finally put down the telescope and looked confident of victory again.

He knew that the plan of alerting the enemy had been completed, and the next step was for him to take action personally.

Thinking of this, Takeda put away the binoculars, took out a banknote and put it under the teacup, then came out of the box.

He lowered the brim of his hat and walked down from the third floor. He passed through the lobby and saw two guests playing chess intently beside the stairs. He then saw the shopkeeper busy calculating the bill at the counter and not paying any attention to this side.

Takeda narrowed his eyes and watched the two people with his peripheral vision. He slowed down his pace and approached them quietly. As he walked, he took off his black denim coat and put it on a chair. Then he quietly picked up a gray cloth jacket that the man who was playing chess with his back to him had placed on the back of the chair.

Just like that, he walked through the lobby without changing his expression, put on his gray cotton jacket, and then turned his black top hat over, making it gray as well.

Wearing such attire, he swaggered out of the main entrance of the teahouse and merged into the crowd on the street.

There were a constant stream of people coming and going on the road, and no one noticed anything unusual about him.

Takeda kept walking among the crowd, and as he walked, he took out a silver cigarette case from his trouser pocket. There was a small mirror inside. By lighting a cigarette, he could leisurely observe whether anyone was following him.

At this time, a man in a suit and tie came towards me.

Zhutian was shocked. He knew this man. He was Jin Wuchang's compatriot from his home country, the priest. Why was he here? Could it be that this man had been monitoring him?

So who is this person?

Thinking of this, Takeda glanced around vigilantly, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

However, he didn't expect that the priest saw him. The priest, who didn't know him, actually smiled at him. When Takeda was suspicious, a silver coin suddenly appeared in the priest's hand.

When Takeda saw the coin, his face changed. This was a token of contact. He quickly quickened his pace, moved closer to the priest, then turned around and followed the priest into the crowd.

"Is it you?" Takeda asked softly beside him.

"Yes, I am the real eagle." The priest glanced at him and saw the surprise on his face. He immediately scolded in a low voice:

"Relax, don't do anything unusual. The enemy might be watching us."

Takeda's expression froze, and he subconsciously glanced around.

The priest shook his head slightly. He didn't know why the Special Higher Police sent such a fool over. He was dragging his feet and would get himself killed sooner or later.

But he didn't show it on his face, still looking ahead with a smile, and asked: "What's the goal?"

Takeda quickly described the situation he had monitored and said, "It seems that there is no problem for the time being, but we need to do further observation."

When the priest heard that Jingtian hid in a grocery store, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked, "Is it just hiding?"

"This..." Takeda was speechless. When Iida entered the store, he could not see anything through the telescope, and he didn't know what Iida had done.

The priest couldn't help but frowned, and then said: "Don't take any action, go back immediately, we will meet again tonight."

As he said this, he left Takeda behind, quickened his pace and disappeared into the crowd.

Zhutian stayed there for a while and immediately merged into the bustling crowd.

At this moment, a car driving slowly across the road suddenly stopped. Zheng Huhe, who was sitting in the car, was staring at Zhutian with sharp eyes.

(End of this chapter)