My spy diary

Chapter 249 Rice Shop (asking for monthly ticket)

"Chief Zhang, the villain is here."

After waiting for a long time in a teahouse in the former Japanese Concession, the person I had an appointment with finally showed up.

The man was about fifty years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a short and wide face, and a face full of flesh. He was wearing a loose police uniform, with one hand on the Mauser pistol at his waist and the other holding a cigarette butt.

If he wasn't wearing a police uniform, some people would believe that he was a gangster boss.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a smell of alcohol hit him.

"Have you been drinking?" Zhang Yi asked with a frown.

The man grinned and said nonchalantly, "I drank it last night. The death row prisoner was shot yesterday."

Zhang Yi nodded. There was an unwritten rule among everyone from the executioner to the police station's executioners. Whenever a prisoner was shot, the executioners would find a place to drink, use strong liquor to wash away the bloody smell on their bodies, and get themselves drunk in order to forget the faces of those death row prisoners who were shot to death by bullets.

Of course, there is also a superstitious belief that these people will not go home or go home directly that day, for fear of bringing unclean things back home.

"Old Man Yang, please sit down." Zhang Yi asked him to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.

"No, I dare not. Just call me Lao Yang, sir." Lao Yang bowed, half of his buttocks sat on the chair, and said with a smile.

"Well, I'll call you Lao Yang. Lao Yang, everyone says you know everything in the police station. I invited you here today to ask you a few questions."

"What do you mean by know-it-all? It's just that I've lived a few more years and have some experience. When I was 98, I replaced my father and joined the police station. At that time, it was called a police officer. In , the Japanese came. They had the Special Higher Police and the Military Police. They didn't trust us Chinese at all, so they set up the Police Department. This has been going on for decades, and now the Republic of China has taken over."

98 refers to the year 1898, when Japan forced the Qing Dynasty to sign the humiliating Treaty of Hankou and established the Japanese Concession in Hankou.

Initially it covered an area of ​​247 acres and later expanded to 722 acres.

Although the place is small, Japan built Mitsubishi Wharf, Naval Wharf and other facilities along the Yangtze River, and built various streets in Japanese style. It also had complete facilities such as consulates, military camps, hospitals, schools, and post offices.

Although the Nationalist government has taken over everything now, the people retained in the police station have different identities and bad records and cannot be trusted. The reason why Zhang Yi found Lao Yang can only be said to be picking the tallest person among the short ones.

"Do you know about the mouthless jar cigarettes?"

"Let me think about it." Old Yang said as he fished out a silver cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, tapped it lightly on the case a few times, lit it and took a few deep puffs before saying, "It seems that there's a grocery store called Daiso that sells this kind of tobacco."

"Daiso? The name sounds a bit Japanese."

"That's right." Old Yang nodded. "The boss's name is Zheng Li. He was originally a gangster, but later he married a Japanese widow and turned into a businessman. This guy is a profiteer. Because he sold Japanese goods, the grocery store was smashed by students. Before the restoration, he followed the Japanese woman to Shanghai, but later he came back somehow. Now he is back to his old business. The store sells Chinese goods, but I don't know if he does other things in private."

"Zheng Li?" Zhang Yi knocked on the table and asked thoughtfully, "Where is his shop?"

"Victory Street."

Victory Street.

The door of the Daiso grocery store was closed. After knocking for a long time, a fat, greasy-faced man popped his head out with a creaky sound, his small eyes rolling around.

This person is Zheng Li.

He held the door and asked with a wary look, "What's the matter?"

"Buy cigarettes."

"No, there is nothing in my store." Zheng Li shook his head repeatedly and prepared to close the store.

"Spoutless jar, I know you have it." Zhang Yi propped the door open and pushed him in.

Monkey and Qian Xiaosan stood at the door like door gods, staring at him with a smile.

Zheng Li immediately changed his attitude when he saw that the visitor was not friendly. He stood there respectfully, leaning forward slightly, with his head slightly tilted to one side, and a flattering smile on his face: "Sir, after the Japanese left, I have long since reformed."

Looking at this disgusting face, Zhang Yi suppressed his discomfort, took out a few US dollars from his pocket, put the gun on the counter, and said calmly: "Choose one."

Zheng Li's mouth twitched a few times, his eyes flickered: "Boss, I do have some cigarettes here, but they are not for sale. These are evidence of the Japanese forcing and exploiting me."

Zhang Yi did not comment, but just looked at him coldly.

Zheng Li smiled awkwardly, glanced at the US dollars, opened the counter with his butt sticking out, and took out a few packs of spoutless cans from the mezzanine: "The rest are all here, boss, take a look."

Zhang Yi did not take the cigarette, but took out a portrait of Hiraga Genji from his pocket and asked, "Has this person been here before?"

Zheng Li squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know him, I've never seen him. Boss, what crime did this person commit?"

Seeing his erratic eyes, Zhang Yi knew that this person was lying, but he did not expose it. He put away the portrait and said, "Kill him. If you see him, remember to notify the police in time."

"Yes, yes, I will report it to you." Zheng Li bowed repeatedly with a respectful look on his face.

"Okay, that's it." Zhang Yi glanced at the phone on the counter, then turned and left.

"Boss, take care." Zheng Li bent over and watched Zhang Yi and others leave with a smile on his face. The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He glanced around vigilantly and hurried back to close the door.

The moment the store door closed, Zhang Yi and his companions appeared again at the street corner.

"Section Chief, there's something wrong with this traitor dog."

"There is a problem. I originally thought he just knew Hiraga Genji, but now it seems that his identity is also suspicious."

"Section Chief, do you want to alert the enemy and follow him to the organization behind Hiraga Genji?"

"This person should have lived nearby. His disguise must be impeccable. But the police station in the concession is full of fakes. No one can guarantee whether there are Japanese spies lurking inside. In order to avoid alerting the enemy, we can only investigate slowly by ourselves." Zhang Yi thought for a while, glanced at the telephone pole next to him, and said, "Cut the telephone line by accident and force him out. I want to see what this dog traitor is doing in secret."

"Yes."

In the Telecommunications Section of the Secret Service, in a room with a sign saying "Confidential Room", countless insiders were sitting upright, some monitoring and copying messages, some deciphering and translating, all of them were busy working.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the central radio station with the highest power in the middle. An operator immediately focused his attention and said, "Call from Nanjing."

He quickly pressed the key to respond, grabbed a pen and paper, and quickly wrote down the signal he received.

The telegram soon reached the hands of Wei Daming, the gentle and refined head of the telecommunications department. He translated it directly on paper without using a code book.

"Japanese reconnaissance planes have taken off from the Daxiao Airport."

The Daxiao Airport was expropriated by the National Government in 29, the Central Aviation School was established in 31, and it officially became a military airport and air force base in 34.

It has now been occupied by the Japanese army, forming a bridgehead for bombing the rear.

Wei Daming knew that this was intelligence sent from the Secret Service's secret radio station in Jinling. The station was located on a hillside not far from the Daxiao Airport, from where it could directly monitor the takeoff and landing of enemy aircraft.

"Send a message to the Wuhan Frontier Observation Station immediately and ask them to observe the flight path of the reconnaissance plane. Get me a call from Boss Dai right away."

It is sunny and windy in Wuhan today.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, twelve Japanese bombers and three fighters, under the guidance of a reconnaissance plane, flew along the route of the reconnaissance plane.

"It is 10000: now. We are already outside Wuhan, flying at an altitude of feet. We are expected to reach Wuhan in three minutes."

After the reconnaissance plane climbed to a long-distance altitude, while maintaining a stable flight state, the pilot Yamada Juna asked his assistant to report to the headquarters.

"It's another beautiful day, Yamanaka-kun. Soon our bombs and incendiary bombs will fall into their densely populated urban areas with prosperous industries and commerce. With a bang, everything will be reduced to ruins."

"The last time the Empire reported, our bombing killed more than 2000 people, injured thousands, and destroyed more than 5000 buildings. Hahahaha, as long as we come a few more times, more and more of those people will be homeless. All they can do is surrender to the Empire."

"Yes, every bombing will further undermine the resistance of the Zinana people. In front of the powerful empire, the ignorant and backward Zinana people are nothing but lambs to be slaughtered, hahahaha."

As the two men were talking proudly, the planes had already arrived over Wuhan. The bombers changed their formation, with three planes forming a small team in a V-shape, and four teams forming a squadron, and they began to prepare to descend.

Looking at the crowd of people below who were as densely packed as ants and had no clue what was going on, each pilot couldn't help but smile cruelly and complacently.

However, at this moment, two Chinese Air Force fighter planes suddenly emerged from the clouds above.

The fighter planes came one after another and rushed down diagonally unexpectedly. The reconnaissance plane realized that something was wrong and was about to dodge, but the machine gunner on the Chinese fighter plane had already pulled the trigger.

Bullets swept over mercilessly, and a Japanese reconnaissance plane and a bomber were the first to be hit directly, and instantly fell down with black smoke.

At the same time, the air defense alarm sounded, and six Chinese fighter planes appeared in the clouds again, two by two, and dived towards the Japanese fighter planes.

The battle is about to break out.

"Baga, there's an ambush."

"Why are the Chinese fighter planes here?"

"attack!"

The Japanese army was caught off guard and quickly launched a counterattack in panic.

But the Chinese fighter planes were in a desperate state and crashed into the Japanese planes head-on.

With a loud bang, as a Chinese fighter plane was shot down, two more Japanese planes were hit, falling with black smoke, and then exploded and turned into a fireball.

Seeing that all three fighters were shot down, the Japanese bombers had already lost their composure and were out of formation. They turned around and fled in panic.

This was the first time that the Chinese Air Force had effectively dealt a heavy blow to enemy aircraft since enemy aircraft bombed Wuhan after the Second Battle of Shanghai.

From then on, the arrogant Japanese never dared to launch a blind large-scale invasion again. However, they still could not understand why China's old planes could suddenly and successfully demonstrate their power.

After closing the door, Zheng Li's face instantly turned gloomy. He pursed his lips tightly, thought for a moment, and immediately ran to the phone on the counter.

Then he picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers, but there was no response. He looked at the phone suspiciously, went into the house to change his clothes, and sneaked out of the store.

As soon as he walked out of the store, he saw a lot of people gathered on the side of the road and couldn't help but move closer out of curiosity.

In the crowd, he saw a rickshaw driver and a man who looked like a car driver fighting each other. After listening for a few words, Zheng Li finally figured out that the car had crashed into a telephone pole in order to avoid the rickshaw, and the two had a dispute over compensation.

Zheng Li glanced at the broken telephone line, no longer doubting anything, and immediately squeezed out of the crowd and turned into an alley.

He walked while observing his surroundings. After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked behind him, but there were few people behind him and no one was following or paying attention to him.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After turning left and right, he soon entered a grocery store.

While he was bargaining seriously, he was observing the situation in the rice shop.

After a while, a man who looked like a shopkeeper sent a customer away and came out with a broom. After sweeping the door, he quickly hung a sign saying "Buying at high prices" outside the rice shop.

This means that everything is normal at the contact point and everything around the rice shop is normal. There are no spies, no spies, and no suspicious people, so contact is allowed.

(End of this chapter)