My spy diary

Chapter 250 Lao Yang (asking for monthly ticket)

"Asshole, why are you here?"

As soon as they entered the secret room, the middle-aged man who had just hung the sign at the door of the rice shop immediately grabbed Zheng Li's collar and shouted at him.

"Brother-in-law, no, Fukushima-kun, someone just came to my shop with a portrait of Hiraga-kun and asked if I knew him. I was worried that something might happen."

"Hiraga is dead." Fukushima's eyes were like two cold arrows, shooting straight at the other person. "Hiraga used a fake identity, and few people knew him. You rushed here in a hurry. Aren't you afraid of bringing Chinese agents here?"

"Don't worry, Fukushima-taijun. I paid special attention and no one was following me."

"You?" Fukushima sneered at his words. This cunning businessman had used some sweet words to confuse his sister and even made her pregnant and give birth to a child. If it weren't for the fact that this guy had provided intelligence to the empire and provided a large amount of funds for the sale of opium, he would have wanted to strangle this guy to death. A shameless person who betrayed his own countrymen could not be trusted, no matter how loyal he was to the Empire of Japan.

"Why didn't you call? I told you to call the public telephone booth across the street if you have anything to say."

"The phone call was not working, so I went out and found out that there was a car accident and the car had hit the telephone pole and broken it."

"What a coincidence?" Fukushima's eyes narrowed and his expression instantly turned gloomy. As an agent, he never believed in coincidences.

An event that seems to be a coincidence is actually the inevitable result of a series of causal interactions. If you believe it, you will be close to death.

"Fukushima-kun, is there something wrong?"

"No, you did a great job. The Empire of Japan will remember your loyalty." Fukushima glanced at Zheng Li with a half-smile, patted his shoulder and said, "I heard that your sister gave birth to a big fat boy. I, your uncle, have never seen you."

"Hey, the child doesn't have a name yet. Do you want to give him one, brother-in-law?" Hearing Fukushima admit that he was the child's uncle, Zheng Li felt that this was a recognition of his identity and immediately looked at him with joy.

"I need to think about this carefully." Fukushima glanced outside and said, "Brother-in-law, the information you provided is very important. I need to send a message immediately. Please help me watch outside."

The word "brother-in-law" made Zheng Li very happy, and he said hurriedly: "Little brother, you go and do your work, I'm here, there will be no problem."

Fukushima nodded, and watched Zheng Li go out happily, his face instantly turned ferocious.

He quickly pulled out a box from a hiding place under the bed, which contained a radio and weapons.

Seeing that the pistol was loaded, he pulled the ring of a grenade and placed it within reach. Then he turned on the radio, took out the code book from his body, quickly edited the telegram, put on headphones, and started sending messages.

A few minutes later, the message was sent. Fukushima, with a sense of relief, removed all the diodes of the radio and threw them into the stove. He then found a bottle of liquid from the cabinet, poured it into a porcelain cup, and threw the code book into it. With the rise and fall of corrosion-like bubbles, the code book disappeared without a trace.

After doing all this, Fukushima put the pull ring of the grenade back into his pocket, put the pistol behind his waist, and left the secret room without looking back.

"Brother-in-law, is the matter settled?" Zheng Li leaned against the counter and chatted with a customer, acting like he was half the owner.

"It's taken care of." Fukushima smiled and dismissed the customer in a few words. He pointed to the grocery store across the street and said, "Brother-in-law, I have a favor to ask of you. Go buy some canned beef across the street and some vegetables over there. I'll cook for you tonight and we'll have a few drinks."

As he said that, he opened the drawer and took out the money.

Zheng Li couldn't help but be happy and said quickly: "I have money, money here." As he said this, he had already left the store.

Fukushima smiled inexplicably, picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Lao Liu? I'll forget about the rice I mentioned last time. Yes, let's wait for this year's new rice. Yes, do you have time to come to my place for a few drinks tonight?"

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Fukushima thought for a moment, took off his coat, picked up the broom and dustpan at the door and started sweeping the door again.

Although I was sweeping the floor, I kept glancing at suspicious people on the street.

After observing for a long time, although he did not find any problems, Fukushima did not dare to be careless. He believed in his intuition. If he did not find anything, he could only say that the enemy was hiding deeper than he thought.

He glanced at the "Buy at High Price" sign, hesitated for a moment, but still did not take it down. The call had already been made, and if someone who had not been notified came rashly to make the call, he could only blame his bad luck.

Fukushima calmly swept the floor, dumped the garbage into a tattered wooden barrel at the door, put down the broom and dustpan, picked up the barrel and walked towards the street.

"Brother-in-law, let me go!" Zheng Li, who had just finished shopping, came back at this time. When he saw that his brother-in-law was going to take out the trash, he put the vegetables and cans on the ground and was about to take the wooden barrel.

"No need." Fukushima was very strong and shook off Zheng Li without question. "Go wash the vegetables first, I'll be back soon."

"Okay then." Zheng Li nodded, looking at Fukushima's receding figure and spat, "A dog bites Lu Dongbin, who doesn't know a good heart."

What Zheng Li didn't know was that a pair of sinister eyes had been staring at him since he left the store.

At this moment, in a room on the second floor opposite the rice shop, Qian Xiaosan was hiding behind the curtains and watching his every move with a telescope.

"This rice shop should be a Japanese spy's hideout. Unfortunately, there is no bug, so we don't know what they said."

"The shopkeeper hung a sign at the door before Zheng Li went in. That should be a signal."

"Since Zheng Li informed him of Hiraga Genji's news, why didn't he evacuate yet?"

"Who knows? Look, he's not even wearing a coat. He doesn't look like he's evacuating."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Yi hung up the phone and walked over, his expression solemn: "The Telecommunications Department just detected an abnormal radio signal in the Japanese Concession. I suspect it was sent by the rice shop."

"That's not right. This old guy looks nonchalant. It seems he has been acting for us." Qian Xiaosan took a few glances with the telescope and suddenly said, "Chief, there is a problem. The trash can is on the right, and the target is walking to the left with the trash."

"He wants to escape!"

"He can't run away." Zhang Yi sneered, "Send a signal immediately to the outside, and tell them to narrow the encirclement and close in."

"Also, check with the telephone company to see if there were any calls made from the rice shop and to whom, and immediately arrest the person who answered the call."

"Yes." Several people answered, immediately loaded their pistols and rushed outside.

Fukushima walked calmly toward the street carrying the garbage. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone behind the public telephone booth holding a phone book and pretending to make a call, but his eyes were fixed on him. He couldn't help but sneer. The Chinese agents were more cunning than he thought. They chose such a far place to place their spies. It seemed that they were trying to play the long game to catch a big fish.

Fukushima sneered and did not make any eye contact with the man. He walked forward without looking around. There was a crossroads in front of him. As long as he crossed it, he would be at the library and the cinema. He could walk along this road with his eyes closed. As long as he could get to where there were a lot of people, he could get away easily.

At this time, the red light came on at the intersection. Fukushima hesitated for a moment when he saw the trash can just across the street, but still chose to obey the traffic rules and wait there. A journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. The escape was right in front of him, and he couldn't expose himself because of his anxiety.

Then at this moment, two cars drove over from both sides of the road at high speed, and a rickshaw driver on the opposite side started his rickshaw and ran towards him. Fukushima was startled and turned around suddenly. He saw that several people who were originally disguised as passers-by slowly approaching him immediately rushed over without any disguise when they saw him turn around. The plainclothes officer on his right who was pretending to be on the phone also approached him, with one hand hidden under his lapel. Needless to say, there was a weapon hidden there.

Surrounded!

In a flash, Fukushima had no time to think. Without any hesitation, he threw the wooden barrel in his hand and fled to the right.

While running, he raised his hand and hit the plainclothes officer opposite him, who then took out his pistol. A flower of blood splattered on his chest and he fell down in shock.

Without even looking back, Fukushima picked up his pistol and ran away.

The car behind him ran through the red light without hesitation, and the plainclothes officers in the front and back rows leaned out of the windows and opened fire.

"bang bang bang"

Amid the hail of bullets, Fukushima dodged, went around behind a telephone pole, and shot at the car with both hands.

The bullets hit the car with a ping-pong sound. The driver ducked his head and the car shook.

At this time, a plainclothes officer jumped out from the back seat, picked up a light machine gun and fired at the telephone pole.

Under the powerful firepower, wood chips flew everywhere and electric poles were shaking. Fukushima was hit without any defense and was shot in the stomach. He groaned and took out a grenade from his pocket and threw it out.

With a "boom", in the huge smoke and dust, Fukushima fired several shots and quickly retreated.

However, as soon as he turned around, plainclothes officers appeared on the street behind him.

Fukushima's hand, which was holding the gun and covering his stomach, was already soaked in blood, but his other hand fired without hesitation.

There was a crisp sound from the firing pin, but no bullet was fired. The plainclothes officer on the opposite side sneered, "You have no bullets left. Put down your weapon and surrender immediately."

As they spoke, the two of them crossed over to cover each other and approached with guns in hand.

Fukushima took a few quick breaths, looked at the plainclothes officer with a deep gaze, suddenly sighed, threw away the pistol, and knelt down on the ground.

"There's also a gun, throw it away too."

"Okay." Fukushima responded, his ears moved slightly to listen to the movement behind him. While his right hand touched the wound, his bloody left hand suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.

"bang bang bang"

Three gunshots rang out simultaneously.

The plainclothes officer in front of him dodged and fired two shots.

The plainclothes officer chasing behind also fired a shot.

Fukushima's body swayed and he fell directly to the ground.

"Chief, the man is dead. We didn't know he had no bullets." The two plainclothes officers who fired the gun ran up to check the body, pried the pistol from his hand, only to find that it was also out of bullets. They looked annoyed.

"He's not dead." Zhang Yi glanced at the corpse and looked at the empty street. The few passers-by had already fled for their lives the moment the shooting started, and there were no witnesses at the scene.

"Chief, what do you mean?"

"Send him to the hospital with great fanfare, and spread the word that he was only injured, and that we had seized the radio and code book."

This is a last-ditch effort, and Zhang Yi is just trying it out. He cannot guarantee that the Japanese spies will really fall for it.

On the other side, Zheng Li was humming a tune while washing vegetables when he suddenly felt his vision darken. He looked up and saw several black gun muzzles pointed at him.

"Hey guys, what's going on?"

"What do you say?" With a click, the plainclothes officer loaded the bullet and poked it into his head. Zheng Li panicked instantly and said tremblingly, "I'll confess."

Plainclothes officers raided the rice shop with great fanfare. Zhang Yi returned to the scene and glanced at the faces of the common people who were watching the excitement from a distance. He especially lingered on the faces of some suspicious people. No one could guarantee if there was anyone secretly spying on them.

Soon, a person came into his sight.

This man had one hand on his waist and the other holding a cigarette. When the onlookers looked towards the rice shop, he looked nonchalant.

The key point is that Zhang Yi knows this person. He is Old Yang, the one who provided him with the clue about cigarettes at the police station.

Zhang Yi locked eyes with him for a second. Old Yang did not dodge at all. He parted the crowd and walked out, bowing and saying, "It seems that Section Chief Zhang has made a good harvest. Congratulations to you."

"What good harvest? The person ran away. He was shot twice during the pursuit, one of which hit his heart. He has been rushed to the hospital. We don't know if he can be saved. If he dies, all his efforts will be in vain." Zhang Yi said with a look of regret.

"Good things happen to good people. I believe in Section Chief Zhang." Old Yang nodded, put out his cigarette, took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's my duty. I heard the gunshots and came to check. Everything is fine here. I'm going to get off work too."

"Okay, Lao Yang, don't tell anyone else what I said. If anyone else investigates the case, remember to tell me."

"Don't worry. I, Old Yang, hate these Japanese spies the most. It would be great if we could catch them all in one fell swoop."

Zhang Yi watched him leave with a smile, his expression gradually becoming gloomy.

Monkey followed his gaze and asked in a low voice: "Chief, is there something wrong with this person? If he is a hidden Japanese spy, why did he betray Zheng Li?"

Zhang Yi did not answer, but asked: "Have you found out the phone number you made?"

Monkey nodded. "Through the telephone exchange, we found out that the rice shop did make a call. The owner of the house was Li Dongjie. He rented the house to a man named Zhu Kongjiang. Zhu ran away after answering the phone. We are looking for someone to make a mock portrait of him."

"Who knows? A big fake looks real. Our job is to suspect everyone." Zhang Yi retracted his gaze, shook his head, and then said, "Find someone to investigate from the side, and stop there. Then let Zheng Huhe keep an eye on him 24 hours a day. This person is either innocent or a big fish."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)