My spy diary

Chapter 247 Monitoring (asking for monthly ticket)

After returning to the Operations Department, Zhang Yi immediately called a meeting of all the people participating in today's operation. He first gave a brief introduction to Ishikawa Yasuyoshi's situation and warned everyone not to be carried away by the temporary victory. Now they not only had to complete the interrogation of Ishikawa Yasuyoshi and his accomplices, but also had to eliminate other possible spies.

After he arranged the subsequent interrogation and investigation work for each group, he dismissed everyone and left only Monkey and Qian Xiaosan.

The matter of Kimura Hirokichi and the notebook should not be expanded and can only be investigated secretly.

Hiroyoshi Kimura is 40 years old. For 32 years, he has been lurking in the former Japanese Concession as a Korean named Yin Xingyun. He is single and pretends to be a priest.

He lived at No. 26, Qiqi Street (next to it are Jiuyiba Street and Yierba Street, which were renamed to record the dates of major killings and provocations by the Japanese invaders).

On the night of his arrest, he went to the White House bar in disguise, and because his disguised identity was old and frail, the receptionist was impressed.

According to the receptionist, this person only stayed at the bar after entering the bar, and the only person who had contact with him was the bartender.

He then entered Box No. 2 alone, which was confirmed by the hostess.

The above is Hirokichi Kimura’s personal resume and his activities that night.

After introducing Kimura Hirokichi's situation, Zhang Yi stopped talking and said directly: "Tonight the three of us will disguise ourselves and go into the French Concession for investigation. You go back and get ready. Remember, this matter must be kept extremely confidential."

"Yes." Monkey and Qian Xiaosan stood up, saluted, and went to prepare separately.

After eight o'clock, night fell and New Paris Street was already flashing with neon lights and lit lanterns.

Zhang Yi, holding the gold coins seized from Kimura Hirokichi, strode into the bar with his monkey, and they each found a private seat and sat down.

"A glass of tequila." After calling the waiter and ordering a drink, Zhang Yi followed his back and looked at the bartender.

Bartenders are a unique landscape in the bar. They wear well-tailored Western uniforms, exquisite bow ties at their collars, and their sleeves buttoned tightly, looking neat and elegant.

When customers place orders, their hands begin to dance as flexibly as magicians.

Holding the cocktail shaker steadily in his left hand, he skillfully picked up bottles of colorful liquor with his right hand, measuring each ingredient precisely.

The movements are smooth and rhythmic, as if playing a silent symphony.

"Sir, your drink." The waiter brought the drinks but did not leave. He just stood quietly by the side.

Zhang Yi glanced at him, took a sip of wine and asked, "Do you want to tip?"

The waiter was not at all flustered and smiled: "No, no."

Zhang Yi glanced out the window and pulled out a wad of French currency from his pocket. The money was still in his hand, and the waiter immediately said, "Excuse me, sir, our store does not accept French currency."

Zhang Yi seemed to have no intention of paying the French currency. He just put the stack of French currency on the table and took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket.

The waiter's eyes suddenly lit up.

Zhang Yi pulled out a ten-dollar bill and said, "This is for the wine."

"Sir, you don't need so much."

"The rest is a tip." Zhang Yi said, taking out another US dollar bill, "This is for the bartender. Just tell him I want to see him."

The waiter immediately took the US dollars and said, "Please wait a moment." He immediately ran to the bar with the US dollars and greeted the bartender.

The bartender glanced at Zhang Yi from a distance. Although he was confused, he still came out from behind the bar and walked towards Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi picked up the wine glass and touched his neck. Monkey understood and immediately stood up and walked towards the bartender.

He lightly bumped into the flashily dressed hostess, who stumbled and fell on the bartender. Monkey, who passed by, took off the cross-like key hanging around the bartender's neck and left the bar directly.

The bartender, who was completely unaware, dealt with the hostess and then stepped forward to ask, "Sir, you're looking for me?"

Zhang Yi's eyes were filled with melancholy: "The tequila is very well prepared, so I want to meet you."

"Sir, you are overly complimentary."

"I'm planning to open a bar nearby. Do you have any plans to change jobs?"

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. I don't have any plans to do so at the moment." The bartender's eyes flashed, and there was no more doubt in his mind.

"That's such a pity." Zhang Yi sighed, waved his hand to let him leave, and then looked out the window again. To be precise, he saw a rickshaw.

The rickshaw had been parked opposite him when he entered the bar. Just now, when he was seen talking to the bartender, it had actually moved from across the street to the front of the bar, a few steps away. This was already close surveillance.

Zhang Yi sneered. This person was a stranger. Although he didn't know his identity, he was undoubtedly staring at him and was very bold.

He decided to meet this guy.

After walking out of the bar, Zhang Yi shook hands with Monkey who was passing by, and the key was already in his hand. He turned his head and saw that the rickshaw had actually pulled up. The rickshaw was standing there looking at Zhang Yi who appeared at the door, looking eagerly waiting.

He wore a tattered felt hat, had an unremarkable appearance, dark skin, and only a patched coarse cloth shirt. The clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his broad back. His strong arms were bulging with veins, and his hands were tightly gripping the handlebars.

The driver came up with the cart and asked enthusiastically, "Where are you going, sir?"

"Nationalist-controlled area."

"Sir, my car cannot leave the French Concession. I can only take you to the junction."

"Let's go then."

"Okay, hold on tight." The driver didn't look like an amateur. He took a step and turned the car lightly. He ran neither fast nor slow, lightly and steadily.

"Aren't you going to the junction? Where are you going?" After running for a distance, Zhang Yi couldn't help but ask when he saw the driver going into the alley.

The driver kept walking without panting: "The road is blocked over there, it's closer this way."

Zhang Yi sneered and asked, "Which department are you from?"

"what?"

The driver was running with his head down, when suddenly a gun was pointed at his head. His body instantly became stiff and he stopped.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Zhang Yi's tone was particularly cold: "Still not telling me?"

The driver's voice trembled a little, and he asked, "Sir, I'm just a driver, I don't understand what you are saying."

"Why do you keep following me?"

"I didn't. I was just waiting for customers there."

Zhang Yi immediately took off the safety of his pistol: "Tell me the truth, who sent you here?"

"I really don't understand what you mean, sir." The driver trembled all over, but clenched his teeth.

Zhang Yi's gun was pressed firmly against the back of his head: "These are the last three seconds. If you don't tell me, go down and tell the King of Hell."

The driver looked determined and said loudly, "I really don't know what to say."

"one."

The driver's eyes were red: "I really don't know."

"two."

The driver seemed to have used up his last bit of strength and said tremblingly: "Sir, I really don't know you, and I didn't follow you."

"three!"

The driver closed his eyes and heard a "click". The firing pin made a blank sound and it turned out that there was no bullet in the gun.

The driver's body went limp, and the cold sweat from his hair soaked his collar. He gasped for breath and almost collapsed to the ground. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the sound of a bullet being loaded rang in his ears again.

"It's a tough nut to crack. If you don't tell me, I can ask someone to draw your portrait. I'll always be able to find your household registration information and find your family."

Upon hearing this, the driver struggled to get up, his face changed: "Chief Zhang, I can't tell you where I came from, otherwise I will die. I can only say that this is the order of the superiors, and I am just following orders. No matter what, the disaster will not affect my family."

"Superior?" Zhang Yi sneered, and immediately realized that this guy was most likely sent by Mao Qiwu. "Don't think that I won't dare to kill you just because you are in the name of your superior."

As he spoke, Zhang Yi pulled the trigger in front of the driver's shocked eyes. With a "bang", the bullet grazed his ear and embedded itself into the wall.

The driver trembled all over and swayed. Before he could stand firmly, he was knocked unconscious by Zhang Yi's knife.

"Chief, are you okay?"

Monkey and Qian Xiaosan, who heard the gunshots, appeared in the alley.

"I'm fine. Let's go. The patrol will be here soon. Let's send this guy to the police station to learn a lesson."

As Zhang Yi walked, he asked Qian Xiaosan, "Did you find anything?" "Except for the gun and the radio, nothing else was found. However, I installed a bug in his house, and we will know soon if there are any accomplices." According to the plan, Zhang Yi would go in the front, Monkey would be responsible for the support, and Qian Xiaosan would search the bartender's house.

This is the reason why the bartender was not dealt with directly.

When the bartender discovered that his keys were missing, he immediately asked for leave and rushed home.

Although he didn't know the function of the key, it was given to him by the "priest" for safekeeping. He hadn't seen the "priest" for two days. Although he had great confidence in the priest's ability, what happened tonight still made him worried.

After getting off the rickshaw, the bartender put up his collar and walked around another street for a while. When he found that there was no one following him nearby, he turned back and went into the apartment building.

When he arrived at the door of Room 402, he found that the matchstick stuck in the crack of the door had fallen to the ground. His face changed and he looked around vigilantly. He listened attentively to the door for a while, then slowly opened the door.

As soon as he entered the room, the bartender didn't care about anything else and went straight to the sofa. However, just as he put his hand into the gap between the sofa and felt around, he heard the sound of a pistol safety bolt opening behind him. A gun was pointed at the back of his head. The man said in a cold tone, "Don't look for it anymore. The gun is here with me."

Hearing the voice, the bartender smiled bitterly, turned around slowly, and asked, "Hiraga-kun, why are you here? I haven't seen you for so long, and your skills are still so sophisticated."

The man who came was Genji Hiraga, his classmate at the special agent school.

Hiraga Genji slowly put away his gun and taunted him: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Kobayashi Koji, have you been in China for too long? Your skills have become rusty."

Kobayashi Koji was the bartender's name. He shook his head and asked suspiciously, "How did you find this place?"

He and Hiraga Genji do not belong to the same group and have no intersection at all.

Hiraga didn't answer his question: "Where's the key?"

"Key? The key is gone." Kobayashi Koji's face changed drastically, and he said in annoyance: "Just now at the bar, I found that the key was missing. I felt something was wrong, so I rushed back immediately to report to Kimura-senpai."

"Something happened to Kimura-kun." Hiraga Genji snorted coldly, "You are too slow. I have long said that you are not suitable to be an agent. Chang expelled German consultant Will. The Empire immediately contacted Kimura-kun to understand the situation, but he has lost contact for more than 48 hours. It is estimated that he is in danger. It is still unknown whether he has confessed."

"Senior Kimura is a high-ranking agent of the Empire of Japan. He will not surrender to China."

When Kobayashi Yukiji said this, he saw Hiraga's face change. He gestured to him, indicating that he should continue, but he walked to the window and looked outside through the screen.

In room 409, not far from the bartender.

A family of three huddled in the corner of the room, their hands and feet tied, towels stuffed in their mouths, and a plainclothes officer with a gun, who was sitting cross-legged, guarding them.

They watched in fear as the other two fiddled with a machine at a table and put on headphones.

These two people are Zhang Yi and Monkey.

The monkey observed at the door for a while and nodded at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi skillfully pressed the button switch of the monitoring device, and the two parallel turntables above the device started to rotate at the same time.

The sound of the door lock turning came from the headphones, but it didn't sound like a key because the sound was not as smooth as the key opening the door.

Then the door was gently opened and closed, soft footsteps were heard, and then it was quiet again.

Zhang Yi immediately determined that the person who entered was not the bartender. If he had the key, why wouldn't he use it to go back home?

But there was no brim on the door, so it was impossible to see who was going in.

Seeing Zhang Yi write "8:30, someone enters" on the paper, and then put a question mark, Monkey asked in confusion: "Section Chief?"

"Just be patient." Zhang Yi shook his head and simply closed his eyes.

After a while, the sound of the door lock turning suddenly came from the earphones, and Zhang Yi judged that someone was using a key to open the door.

Sure enough, Zhang Yi then heard the conversation between Genji Hiraga and Kobayashi Koji.

In the room opposite, Zhang Yi wrote the following in his notebook:
"The Japanese suspected something had happened to Kimura through Will's incident, and they also wanted to get the notebook. Is Hiraga Genji a member of a special agent organization?"

Then the sound of soft footsteps came from the headphones.

Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows, listened to the conversation between the two people very attentively, and wrote on the paper:
At 8:45, Kobayashi Koji suddenly paused (seemingly communicating with him with doubtful eyes?), and footsteps were heard (Hiraga Genji walked to the window to observe, suspecting that Kobayashi Koji's identity was exposed and he was being monitored?)

At 8:46, the two communicated again
At this moment in Kobayashi Koji's room, there was also a notebook and a pen on the coffee table.

Hiraga Genji looked solemn, sitting on the sofa and writing quickly with a pen, while saying other things: "Yes, I have heard of Kimura's name a long time ago. The Chinese want to get information about the organization from him, which is wishful thinking."

Kobayashi Koji was sitting next to Hiraga Genji at the moment. His face was pale and his whole body was trembling slightly. He forced himself to calm down. While he agreed with the words, he looked at the words on the notebook and picked up the pen with trembling hands. His inner monologue appeared along with the words:
"How to do?"

Hiraga Genji said, "Maybe the situation is not as bad as we thought. There are wanted posters for him everywhere in the city. Maybe he has not fallen into the hands of the Chinese at all, but is just hiding."

Kobayashi Koji looked at him in confusion, and then he saw Hiraga Genji write on the paper: "Agree with me. Watch your tone."

Kobayashi Koji frowned and said, "Yes, the Chinese agents must have destroyed the church. It is not convenient for him to come to the bar to find me now. I am the only one who can contact him."

Hiraga Genji asked: "How do you usually keep in touch?"

"If I need to see him for something, I'll put a bouquet of flowers in front of the window, and every time he sees it, he'll come to the bar to find me."

"I see. But we still have to consider the possibility of his arrest. You must be careful in the next meeting." Hiraga Genji said, but wrote in his notebook: "The Chinese have found you and got the key. They didn't touch you because they wanted to see if you had any other accomplices. Now their goal has been achieved. If I am arrested, the group behind me will be in danger. If we can't escape, we must be prepared to sacrifice ourselves for the emperor."

At this moment, Zhang Yi, who was sitting at the table in the side room and eavesdropping, suddenly stopped writing. He always felt that something was wrong.

"Be prepared to sacrifice yourself for the Emperor." Seeing these words, Kobayashi Koji was stunned. He naturally knew what these words meant, but he really didn't want to die. After a moment of silence, he wrote on the paper: "Is there no other way? This is the French Concession, their power is not that great."

"That's it. If you realize something is wrong, evacuate immediately. I will help you leave Wuhan." Hiraga Genji said, glancing at the phone next to him and tiptoed over. He slowly picked up the phone and gently pressed the floor of the phone. A small eavesdropping device suddenly appeared in front of him.

Hiraga Genji's face turned ugly in an instant. He sat back on the sofa and wrote in his notebook, "I thought they would install the bug somewhere else, not in the most conspicuous phone. Now it's too late. I wanted you to call the French Concession Police Station under the pretext of calling the bar to ask for leave. As long as the French come, they can muddy the waters. Even if we can't break out, we can be extradited if we fall into the hands of the French. Now it's too late. Sorry, Kobayashi-kun, we can only fight to the death."

After writing this, Hiraga Genji stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom." Then he walked towards the bathroom.

In the room opposite the door, Zhang Yi first heard footsteps in his headphones, then the sound of running water. Water continued to flow in the faucet, so it was obviously not as simple as washing hands. Combined with the crackling electronic sound coming from the headphones just now, Zhang Yi immediately judged that the other party had discovered that he was being eavesdropped.

Then I heard footsteps again. Judging from the sound, someone had entered the bathroom again. Then, due to the sound of running water, I could not hear any talking at all.

Zhang Yi immediately took off his headphones, pulled out his pistol, checked the bullets, and took out a silencer from his arms and screwed it on the muzzle of the gun. He said, "Get ready. I'll charge in from the front. You guys take care of the windows. Be careful they jump out of the window and escape."

"Yes." Monkey and Qian Xiaosan nodded, loaded their guns immediately, and jumped down from the fourth floor while pulling the curtains as the stunned family of three looked on.

At this time, Zhang Yi had already come to the door of 402 without any concealment. He fired two shots at the lock cylinder, then dodged and hid to the side.

"Bang, bang" Two shots were fired from inside the house, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Zhang Yi kicked the door open sideways, fired two more shots into the house, and then quickly dodged again.

A shot was fired back from inside the house, and then gunshots were heard from the window.

Zhang Yi knew that it must be Monkey and Qian Xiaosan who had arrived. He stuck his head out to peek inside the house, and saw only a blurry figure at the window in the dark house. When he stuck his head out, he raised his hand and shot him.

"Bang" the bullet grazed the door and hit the door opposite, wood chips flew everywhere, and a loud shattering sound was heard in the house.

Zhang Yi held the wall with his right hand, without leaning out, and reached in with the gun in his left hand and fired several shots at the window.

A muffled groan was heard, followed by a thud, and it was obvious that someone had been shot and fell to the ground.

"Kobayashi-kun" roared from inside the house and fired several shots at the door. Then fierce gunshots were heard from the window, followed by a "bang", as if someone jumped out of the window.

Zhang Yi glanced sideways into the house, waved away the smoke and dust, walked in cautiously, turned on the light, turned around suddenly, and fired another shot at the person lying on the ground.

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhang Yi walked up to him cautiously with a gun in hand, only to see Kobayashi Yukiji lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and blood gushing out of several bloody holes on his back. He was already dead.

Zhang Yi came to the window and saw Monkey and Qian Xiaosan also checking the body. He frowned and asked, "Did you beat him to death?"

"Section Chief, we didn't hit the vital points. The Japanese saw that they couldn't escape, so they saved themselves."

"." After working for a long time, in the end, it was all in vain. Zhang Yi was about to speak when he heard a hurried whistle from a distance. It was obviously the patrol police from the concession who came over after hearing the noise. They immediately said, "Search him, take off his clothes, and leave first."

Having said that, Zhang Yi immediately left the room and came to room 409. He pulled off the tape on the turntable of the monitoring device, fired several shots at the device, and then came to the owner of the room.

When the family of three saw Zhang Yi's actions, they immediately realized that something was wrong. The child had fainted from fright, the woman was crying, and the man was struggling and sobbing, with pleading in his eyes.

Zhang Yi was not a madman, so he would not attack the three men. He put away his gun, took out a stack of French currency and US dollars from his arms and stuffed them under the bed, staring at the man with sharp eyes: "I will not untie you, otherwise you won't be able to explain clearly later. Remember, if someone asks about it later, just say that the three of us are masked, understand?"

The man nodded wildly.

"Since you've agreed, don't go back on your word, or I'll come looking for you again."

After saying this, Zhang Yi grabbed the curtain and jumped out of the window.

The next day, newspapers in the French Concession reported the gunfight that night in a very succinct manner. The front-page headlines were "Mysterious Flying Thief Appears in French Concession" and "Concession Patrolman Shows Off His Power."

The report pointed out that under the leadership of the Concession Municipal Council, the police station showed its prowess and decisively shot the two gangsters to death, thus protecting the property and personal safety of the people in the concession.
Only in an inconspicuous corner of the newspaper were there reports saying that the gunfight that night was not a robbery at all, but a suspected battle between Chinese and Japanese spies. But almost no one was interested in this kind of news.

At the same time, Zhang Yi walked into BNP Paribas with a newspaper.

(End of this chapter)