My spy diary

Chapter 255 Intelligence (please vote)

As the night deepened, a light rain began to fall outside the window.

In an office in the hospital, Zhang Yi was listening to a report.

"Peng Encheng, real name Michio Mitsuno, 30 years old, from Hokkaido, codenamed Frost Blade, graduated from the Changsha class of the Japanese Army Nakano Special Agent School. In 32, he sneaked into Changsha for a six-month internship and was then sent to Wuhan. He has received relevant training in investigation and intelligence, knows how to repair electrical appliances, and in addition to Chinese, he knows a little English. He is not good at fighting, is allergic to chili peppers, and has mysophobia. This person admitted that he had applied for a job at the telephone exchange and post office, stole some information and packages, and assisted the Japanese Concession Police Department in cracking down on several underground organizations."

"According to him, Zhu Kongjiang's name is Songpu Shengren, his age, origin and resume are unknown, his code name is Moying, he can speak three languages, Mandarin, Cantonese and Shanghai. He suspects that this person has worked in other places before, and this person is good at tracking and making bombs. The detonator tonight was provided by this person. After Fukushima was arrested, this person became their new leader. He went to the hotel today as a 'Night Fox' to get the contact, but Guangye guessed that Songpu didn't know Ye's true identity at all. However, he guessed that the other party must have got the contact method from the newspaper. According to this person's recollection, Songpu went out after reading the newspaper, and he didn't know what he did specifically."

"In addition to Matsuura, Michio Mitsuno also knows two other people from the Night Fox Organization. Both of them have carried out missions with him. One is called Wei Shengmin and the other is called Liu Hongyu. They are probably pseudonyms. He doesn't know their real names, addresses, or cover identities. Now he can only draw portraits of these two people. But the good news is that Michio Mitsuno once saw Liu Hongyu on the way to work at the auto repair shop by tram. She was carrying a basket of vegetables and holding the hand of a little girl of five or six years old."

"Wei Shengmin, Liu Hongyu?" Zhang Yi guessed that this was a fake identity. As the capital, Jinling was the place where the military, police, and special forces were most concentrated. Fake documents and fake identities emerged in an endless stream, not to mention other places. Even in later generations, this problem could not be solved.

But once you have a person's portrait and activity trajectory, this person is basically a catfish on the chopping board, and it's a foregone conclusion. If you still can't catch him, you might as well just kill him.

"To avoid any further complications, act now! Take their portraits to the household registration police and patrol officers to identify them, find them, and bring them back." Zhang Yi gave the order, paused, and asked, "How is Matsuura Katsuto?"

"This guy is a diehard. Now we can only try the effect of the truth serum."

Zhang Yi was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. A plainclothes officer came in and said, "Chief, it's Liu Kui calling."

"Let him call here." Zhang Yi pointed to the phone on the table.

After a while, the phone rang, and Liu Kui's respectful and excited voice came from the other end: "Chief, the rabbit has finally returned to the nest."

Zhang Yi asked: "Where?"

Liu Kui immediately gave an address.

When Zhang Yi arrived, Liu Kui and Yang Wenxuan were hiding behind a big tree next to a warehouse with a few people.

"What's going on now?"

"Chief, according to the tip-off, just half an hour ago, three trucks entered the city with special passes and came directly here. I guess the trucks are loaded with counterfeit money." Liu Kui pointed to a warehouse not far away and said, "This was originally an abandoned pharmaceutical factory, but later it was occupied by a group of people and turned into their warehouse. The walls were raised, and parallel bars were set up at the gate, and there were wolfhounds. We waited for a while, and two cars just went in. I think they were from the group of people, but it was too dark to see who they were."

Yang Wenxuan asked: "Should we sneak in and take a look?"

Zhang Yi picked up the binoculars and took a look. There were several patrolmen standing outside the warehouse, and there were also the sounds of dogs barking from time to time. These defenses that were difficult for ordinary people to break through were nothing at all for well-trained agents. However, as the saying goes, to catch a thief, you must seize the stolen goods; to catch an adulterer, you must seize both. It would be best if Boss Xu Zengen could be trapped inside.

However, thinking of Boss Dai's warning, Zhang Yi suddenly had another plan in mind.

"Keep close watch, take more photos during the day, and get the evidence first."

"Yes."

After leaving the warehouse, Zhang Yi went directly to the home of He Zhiyuan, head of the operations department.

Section Chief He had gone to bed a long time ago. He came out with his clothes on. When he heard that Zhang Yi was here to report on his work, he was a little surprised.

Having subordinates who are more capable than oneself, especially those who are not on the same page with oneself, is a thorn in anyone's heart.

Although in the workplace there are many cases where leaders are not as capable as their subordinates, as a manager, if you insist on comparing skills with your subordinates, it is putting the cart before the horse.

It is undeniable that being more capable than your subordinates is definitely an advantage. In any unit, to win the support of others, one must rely on seniority and ability.

Qualifications are important, but without the support of ability, the little sense of presence accumulated by the qualifications will be exhausted over time.

But the reason why leaders are leaders is that the higher the rank, the more powerful they are. This is not only about the power differences and hierarchy formed by the high and low positions, but also about the unequal resources, information, coordination ability, funds, etc. controlled by the superiors.
Therefore, if you want your subordinates to be convinced, in addition to qualifications and abilities, you should also look at their vision (standing high and seeing far), their ability to withstand pressure, their mind, their coordination, and their vision.
Based on Chief He's observations and experience over the years, if a unit's chief is weak and its deputy is strong, and the person in charge cannot keep the situation under control, then the deputy will easily rebel. Only a team with a strong chief and weak deputy, and where the leader's absolute status as the boss is reflected at all times, can there be peace and prosperity and everything will go smoothly.

So he and Mao Qi and the other five strong men joined forces last time, in addition to making achievements, they also wanted to kill Zhang Yi's spirit, but unfortunately they failed.
Seeing Zhang Yi at this moment, his face looked a little bad: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Yi's face was calm. He saluted and said, "Section Chief He, following the orders of the Director, after a long period of surveillance and tracking, we finally found the den where the Party Affairs Investigation Department hid counterfeit currency."

"Really?" He Zhiyuan was a little surprised.

"I just came back from there, with three full carts of counterfeit currency." Zhang Yi reported the investigation in detail.

"What to do next? I still need your instructions, Chief."

He Zhiyuan gave him a meaningful look and said, "Shouldn't this matter be reported to the director?"

Zhang Yi immediately pretended to be nervous and aggrieved: "Chief He, you should report it! The boss has already criticized me. Besides, it's overstepping the authority."

He Zhiyuan snorted and sneered at the words. Who are you pretending to be aggrieved for? Have you done less reporting to higher levels?
But how could he let go of the credit he had earned? So Section Chief He nodded and said in a friendly manner, "Sit down."

Zhang Yi sat down and said, "You didn't go to the dinner tonight, and the boss asked about you. Everyone was busy paying homage to the former third in command of the Red Party."

"I'm busy catching Japanese spies here. Besides, I've never been interested in the Red Party. Although he was once the third in command of the Red Party, as the saying goes, a phoenix without feathers is no better than a chicken. Is the information he provides useful?"

"That's not the case. He is a top figure in the Red Party and knows a lot about the upper echelons of the Red Party." He Zhiyuan said with a smile, "The boss feels that it is difficult to make any progress in the fight against the Reds by relying solely on the old methods. We must find another way, so he is going to use Zhang as a trump card."

"I'm afraid that Zhang's ideas are just wishful thinking." Zhang Yi disagreed. He estimated that soon Boss Dai would find out that this traitor was just a big shot. He looked at his watch, ended the question in time, and said goodbye:
"Chief He, it's getting late. I won't bother you with news."

"Okay." He Zhiyuan smiled and waved his hand. As he watched Zhang Yi leave, his face became gloomy again.

He thought for a moment, picked up the phone and dialed the number, then said in a more soothing and respectful tone, "Director, it's me. I have important information to report to you."

[Today’s information has been refreshed]

[1. You met He Zhiyuan today and obtained relevant intelligence - Dai Chunfeng has adopted Zhang's suggestion to hold a special problem work training class and carry out "returnee" personnel activities.]

Needless to say, this so-called special training class is definitely aimed at the Red Party. After graduation, these students will definitely be sent to the Pagoda Mountain, but it is estimated that they will never return. The so-called "returnees" activities are that Zhang believes that the Red Party has its social base and cannot be eliminated. Moreover, he does not agree with the Military Control Commission's surveillance, arrest, forced confession, writing of self-surrender, and newspaper withdrawal from the Red Party. Because although doing so can make many people surrender, it cannot buy their hearts. The correct approach is to learn from the Central Control Commission and disintegrate them psychologically. In addition, it is to directly win them over and make contact politically.

The specific approach is that after discovering underground party members, there is no need to torture them, nor to ask them to write a confession or publish an advertisement in the newspaper. If they are unwilling to reveal their accomplices, they will not be forced. They only need to fill out a "Survey Form for Returnees".

Zhang explained the meaning of the term "returning". The Red Party had joined the Guo Party before, but they just withdrew. Besides, the Kuomintang is now in power. No matter who they are, they are all citizens of the Republic of China. They just joined the Red Party by mistake and are now back.
[2. You met He Zhiyuan today and obtained relevant intelligence. After He Zhiyuan, Yang Rong of the Intelligence Department and Zhang talked, they activated the senior agent "Bingpo" of the Intelligence Department to go to Chang'an to persuade He Wei, the commander of the Red Party, to defect.]

Zhang Yi didn't know He Wei's background, but he guessed that he was a close confidant of "Mr. Zhang" (former commander of the 9th Army of the Fourth Front).

The fact is that He Wei saw his old leader running away, and thinking that he was Zhang's confidant, he was afraid that he would not have a good ending in the future, so he pretended to be sick and asked his superiors for leave to go to Chang'an for treatment. After arriving in Chang'an, he directly rebelled.

Silent all night.

Lao Yang came to the office after breakfast and continued to drink tea and read the newspaper.

When the hands of the wall clock were approaching nine o'clock, Lao Yang put down his teacup, picked up the cigarettes and matches beside him, and walked out.

Xiao Wang, who was sitting opposite, said: "Master, just smoke in the office, just open the window."

Old Yang shook his head and said, "I'm a heavy smoker, and the smell is too pungent. I'd better go outside to smoke and exercise at the same time."

Lao Yang waved at him and walked out of the office. At this moment, the clock hand reached exactly nine o'clock and the phone in the office suddenly rang.

Xiao Wang picked it up and said, "Hello. What? Hankou Evening News? This is the Public Security Bureau. You dialed the wrong number."

Xiao Wang hung up the phone impatiently.

After a while, Lao Yang came in and saw that he looked depressed. He asked, "What happened?"

"Master, what's going on these past two days? Someone just called the wrong number again. Yesterday they asked if we were a Japanese restaurant, and today they asked if we were the Hankou Evening News. It's so weird."

"It should be a cross-wire." Old Yang sat down disapprovingly, picked up his teacup and sipped it, saying, "I heard that the telephone company is now using an automatic switch and has laid off half of the manual operators, but the machine is not as intelligent as a human, so mistakes are inevitable."

"Maybe someone is making trouble on purpose. Don't let me catch him, or he will be in big trouble." Xiao Wang said gritting his teeth.

Old Yang didn't respond, but just sighed silently in his heart. Looking at the young Xiao Wang, he thought of his son.

What is a perfect agent? Someone who can master emotions but not be swayed by them. Such a person may not exist. He has killed his ex-wife for his own safety. It's fine to kill a Chinese, but what about his son? After all, he is half his blood.

It is said that feelings are a luxury for an agent, and it seems that he cannot escape such a fate. However, as long as he can get through this test with determination, perhaps he will become one of the god-like legends in the agent textbooks.

Having made up his mind, Lao Yang glanced at Xiao Wang across from him and asked, "Did you find anything about the thief yesterday?"

"The fingerprints have been matched, it should be Xu Dayan."

"This guy is a repeat offender. I think he has squandered all his money. Okay, Xiao Wang, you stay in the office while I look for him in the casinos and tobacco shops he frequents."

As Lao Yang spoke, he took off his police uniform, changed into casual clothes, put the revolver on his waist, and walked straight out of the police station without riding a bicycle.

He walked down the street with a relaxed look on his face. Pedestrians were coming and going calmly, and there seemed to be no danger.

He stopped a rickshaw and said, "Hui Feng Casino."

"Sir, why are you going to gamble so early in the morning?" The rickshaw driver saw his gray hair and couldn't help but comfort him: "Sir, it is said that nine out of ten gamblers lose."

"I'm going to look for someone." Old Yang interrupted him impatiently, signaling them to leave quickly. Huifeng Casino and Hankou Evening News were on the same street, so he said he was looking for someone, but in fact he was going to make a connection.

"Okay, sit tight." The driver ran as hard as he could, and in just twenty minutes they arrived near Huifeng Casino.

Across the street, Lao Yang asked the driver to stop, but he was not in a hurry to get off. He hid his body in the seat and carefully looked at the street opposite. He did not get off until he found nothing wrong. He paid the fare and slowly walked across.

The big words "Hui Feng Casino" were getting closer and closer. People were coming in and out of the newspaper office and everything seemed normal, but there was no sign of Katsuto Matsuura.

Katsuto Matsuura may not know him, but Lao Yang is familiar with the resume of each of his subordinates, some of whom he had even passed by without them noticing.

There was no sign of Katsuto Matsuura, so Lao Yang suddenly stopped and turned around to look. However, there were few pedestrians behind him and no one was following or paying attention to him. A person who was also crossing the road next to him looked at him as if he was a lunatic.

Everything seemed normal, but Lao Yang always felt a hint of danger, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast. This feeling made his scalp tingle. He hadn't had this feeling in many years.

Turning around again, the ordinary newspaper office gate in front of him looked like a monster with a bloody mouth in his eyes.

"No, no," Lao Yang silently cried in his heart. He saw a tram approaching and suddenly turned to cross the road, ignoring the car horns behind him and ran back the way he came.

After taking a few steps, Lao Yang caught a glimpse of several inconspicuous men suddenly jumping out from around the road, and some of them even took out pistols from under their collars.

Lao Yang didn't hesitate and turned around and shot.

"Bang!" A bullet hit a man in the chest. The man was still running, but suddenly his face changed. Like a machine with a broken spring, his legs suddenly went limp and he fell straight to the ground.

Old Yang sneered and glanced at a tobacco shop with a telephone sign painted on it among the many shops not far away. He fired his gun and retreated at the same time, completely unaware of the car speeding towards him from the opposite direction.

Just as he turned around in shock and fired at the windshield, there was a "bang" and accompanied by a dull impact, Lao Yang's body instantly flew into the air, and then like a kite with a broken string, he drew a miserable arc in the air and fell heavily on the cold gravel road.

Bright red blood gushed out from his head, mouth and nose, quickly spreading on the ground.

Old Yang was stunned and struggled to get up from the ground, but he found that his whole body seemed to be falling apart and he had no strength at all. He could only watch as a large number of plainclothes police officers rushed up.

(End of this chapter)