My spy diary

Chapter 257: Silencing (asking for monthly ticket)

Coming out of the bookstore, there is a relatively prosperous commercial street. Zhang Yi is still walking around, stopping from time to time, and the person behind him follows closely.

Glancing at a fork in the road ahead, Zhang Yi took the opportunity when the man was bargaining with the cigarette boy to suddenly quicken his pace and turn a corner.

When the bearded man saw Zhang Yi disappear, he dropped a bill, picked up a cigarette and immediately followed him, but after turning the corner, Zhang Yi was no longer in the alley.

A living person disappeared right under his nose. The bearded man became a little anxious and looked around subconsciously.

Suddenly, he glanced at the tailor shop on his left and walked in immediately.

"Shopkeeper, did anyone come in just now?"

The shopkeeper behind the counter, who was in his forties or fifties and wore reading glasses, glanced at him and shook his head: "I didn't notice."

The bearded man stared at him intently for a few seconds, then suddenly caught a glimpse of the inner room with a curtain on the left side of the counter. He sneered and walked straight over.

"Oh, you"

As soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, the curtain was lifted up by the bearded man.

Inside the inner room, a woman who looked like a boss lady was measuring a woman with a tape measure. When she saw the uninvited guest, she immediately shouted, "Get out!"

The bearded man didn't care. He glared at him fiercely, then glanced suspiciously into the house a few times before leaving in anger.

At this time, Zhang Yicai crawled out from under the counter, handed the shopkeeper a few more banknotes, and observed the follower through the gap in the door curtain.

The bearded man came out of the tailor shop and immediately ran to the shop opposite. After a while, he came out disappointed again, looked around the street unwillingly for a while, and then made a phone call at the door of a grocery store.

After making the call, he followed the direction to where Zhang Yi's car was parked, hid behind a pillar, and continued to wait while smoking.

Seeing that the other party was holding the idea of ​​"the monk may run away but the temple cannot", Zhang Yi did not care. He glanced at his watch, quickly walked out of the tailor shop, took a detour across two streets, found a public telephone booth, and made a call.

"Check the address of the phone call that Ruyi Grocery Store made a few minutes ago."

A few minutes later, the phone rang again.

"Time Cafe?" Zhang Yi pondered. "Send a few people over there to find out who answered the phone. No, don't touch him. Keep an eye on him first."

Time Coffee Shop.

The bright and tall glass windows in the store are hung with snow-white hollow curtains. This design allows people inside to see people on the street, while people outside can only vaguely see inside, adding a bit of mystery.

In two adjacent seats by the window, two men sat with their backs to each other, both wearing suits and top hats. One was relaxed while the other seemed a little embarrassed.

At this moment, a man facing the wall gently stirred the coffee in front of him, his eyes casually falling on the street outside the window. He took the opportunity to raise his hand to pick up the coffee cup and asked in a very low voice: "How is it?"

His words were brief and clear, his voice almost drowned out by the soft music in the store.

The other nervous man was in his early thirties with a dark complexion. He took a sip of coffee, swallowed it with a bitter face, and whispered, "My informant just called and said that the person was lost and is still guarding the same place. What should I do next?"

The man simply asked what happened and smiled gently: "As expected."

The awkward man looked a little anxious and asked, "Who is he? A Japanese spy? Or a member of the Red Party?"

"You ask too many questions." The man snorted, tapped his fingers on the edge of the table a few times, took out a stack of bills from his pocket and quickly handed it over, saying:

"We have achieved our goal of alerting the enemy. I will take over from now on. As for your informant, it is best to make him disappear."

"I can use this person very well, but he is very tight-lipped."

"To tell you the truth, the person I asked you to keep an eye on is from the Secret Service. Got it? If you are not afraid that he will betray you, then keep him."

"Yes." The man smiled bitterly and whispered, "Brother Zheng, aren't you harming me? I'm just a small policeman, and now I'm involved in the fight between the two of you. If something goes wrong, you have the Central Bureau to take care of me, but what about me? Will the Military Bureau let me go?"

"It's good that you understand. Only the dead can't talk." The man called Brother Zheng picked up the newspaper and flipped through it. He glanced at the movements around him and saw that no one was paying attention to this side. He continued: "After I leave, you stay for a while before leaving."

"Yes." The policeman had a bitter look on his face, and he felt that the coffee in his hand was even more bitter. A higher-ranking official can crush a person. He was not even a peripheral staff member of the Central Bureau of Investigation. This man came up to him and gave him a task of surveillance. He thought it would be easy to catch him, but now he is in a dilemma. Money is easy to make, but you have to live to spend it!

The man surnamed Zheng put down the newspaper and was about to stand up when he suddenly saw a car on the road outside the window. Two plainclothes officers got out of the car and walked directly towards the coffee shop. There were two more people, one walking towards the newspaper vendor and the other walking towards the child selling cigarettes.

The man was startled, knowing that the people coming were not friendly. He judged their identities from their walking posture and pace while thinking of countermeasures.

He glanced coldly at the plainclothes policeman who was unaware of what was happening, and whispered, "Coffee with some milk tastes good. I'll order you a cup. Also, the snacks here are good. You can bring some for your kids at home."

As he said this, he stood up, pressed down his hat, and walked towards the bar.

At this time, two plainclothes officers came in from the main entrance, glanced at the customers in the coffee shop, and walked straight to the counter.

One of them took out an ID from his pocket, shook it, pointed at the phone and asked the waiter at the counter.

The waiter looked at the plainclothes officer with fear, then looked at the plainclothes officer in a suit who was sitting by the window drinking coffee.

The two plainclothes officers nodded, looked at each other, ordered two cups of coffee, and sat down not far from the plainclothes police without saying a word.

All of this was seen by a man named Zheng who was talking to the waiter on the other side of the bar.

"Hey, and give the guest at table eight another cup of coffee and a dessert. Remember to add milk to the coffee." The man took out a US dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the waiter's hand.

"Sir, that's too much."

"The rest is your tip." The man waved his hand nonchalantly and turned towards the toilet.

When the waiter came out from behind the bar with coffee, the man happened to pass by. He smiled and asked, "What time is it now?"

The waiter was stunned and subconsciously turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the bar. The man glanced around and calmly put a pill into the coffee cup.

"Six o'clock soon."

"Thank you." The man put on his hat and walked out of the main door without looking around.

He didn't even look at the plainclothes police officers who seemed to be strolling on the street but actually glanced at the coffee shop from time to time, and went straight into the telephone booth opposite.

At this moment in the coffee shop, the waiter had just served the coffee and returned to the bar. He was standing with his hands behind his back waiting to be greeted by the next customer when suddenly the phone at the front desk rang and another waiter picked up the phone.

"Xiao Chen, calling you." The waiter named Xiao Chen walked up to pick up the phone in confusion. A cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "Chen Jiuming, live in Shuita Lane, Manchun Street, father xxx, mother xxx, I don't need to say it anymore, right?"

Xiao Chen didn't understand what was going on and asked in fear, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"You just took my tip, and you forgot so quickly? Haha, you'll know what you want to do in a moment."

"What do you mean? Hello?" Xiao Chen yelled angrily, but the phone had been hung up.

Colleagues and nearby customers frowned at the out-of-control Xiao Chen, who frantically searched his pockets, but his ID was long gone.

Seeing him like this, his colleagues were about to ask what happened when a scream suddenly came from not far away.

The waiter looked up and saw that the guest in a suit sitting by the window suddenly stood up. His face was pale, his breathing was rapid, his body twitched involuntarily, he groaned in pain, and then his limbs spasmed and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Someone's dead!" With a scream, the coffee shop instantly fell into chaos.

The two plainclothes officers suddenly stood up and rushed over, only to see the man in the suit lying on the ground in a strange posture, with white foam and a trace of black blood at the corners of his mouth.

The deceased's face was pale and his lips had lost their color and turned purple, which was a common case of potassium cyanide poisoning. The plainclothes officer took a look at the coffee on the table and immediately turned his gaze to the waiter Xiao Chen.

It was not until this moment that Xiao Chen understood what the man meant by "You'll know in a moment". In an instant, his face turned pale and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Outside the coffee shop, looking at the customers running out in panic, the man named Xu, who had just finished his phone call, sneered, calmly merged into the crowd, and disappeared.

"I'm sorry, Chief. We saw him drinking coffee alone and thought he was waiting for his contact. We didn't expect there was a third person hiding at the scene." The two plainclothes officers who were monitoring the police looked ashamed.

Zhang Yi did not comment, squatted down and examined the body of the deceased, and asked: "Has the identity of the deceased been determined?"

The plainclothes officer handed over a document and said, "This is what we found on him. The deceased is Zheng Baosheng, a police officer from the Criminal Investigation Department of the Wuhan Police Department."

"Besides the waiter who served the coffee, did anyone else come into contact with him?"

The plainclothes officer shook his head and said, "No, the second cup of coffee was brought by a waiter named Chen Jiuming. He was so scared that he couldn't ask anything."

"He's probably not the murderer, but he received a phone call before the incident and behaved very strangely. We just interrogated him and he insisted that he had dialed the wrong number, but we asked the telephone company and they said the call was from the public telephone booth across the street. His colleague also said that the person on the other end of the line was Chen Jiuming, so he was obviously lying. Section Chief, do you want to torture him?"

"Were there any other witnesses at the scene? Since potassium cyanide was thrown into the coffee, the murderer may have left the scene long ago. The person who called may be the murderer."

"Zheng Baosheng died suddenly. The scene was very chaotic at the time. We couldn't suppress the crowd even when we pulled out our guns. Later, the brothers outside fired their guns to stop the crowd. Some people recalled that there was another person sitting next to Zheng Baosheng, but he was leaning to one side, so no one could see his face clearly. But when we came in, the person had disappeared. Later, when we asked at the bar, there was a man who was also talking to the waiter Chen Jiuming with his back to us. His figure was consistent with the descriptions of other customers. Now it seems that only Chen Jiuming has seen the true face of the murderer."

"Bring him up." Zhang Yi frowned. Analyzing from the current clues, the murderer was the one hiding behind the scenes. However, after this person found out that the plainclothes police had tracked him here through the phone, he decisively took action against Zheng Baosheng who knew his background. His methods were so cruel that they made people shudder.

"I know nothing." Chen Jiuming was pushed up by plainclothes police. He was shaking all over, his lips quivering, and he could not speak clearly.

"Do you remember what that man looks like?" Zhang Yi stared at his panicked eyes.

"I can't remember. He was wearing a hat with the brim pulled down very low, so I couldn't see clearly."

"Really?" Zhang Yi sneered, "I guess the call you received was a threatening call, right? Are you afraid of him but not us? Think about it carefully. He can kill even his companions without hesitation, so why did he leave you behind? It's just that there is no time left. Just in case, do you think he will come after you again? Will he kill you alone or your whole family?"

When Chen Jiu Ming heard this, his face turned pale instantly and he collapsed to the ground.

"Speak!" the plainclothes officer grabbed his collar and scolded him.

"I really can't remember, please."

Seeing that this guy was still stubborn, Zhang Yi snorted coldly: "Take him away and torture him."

At the same time, a man named Zheng left the phone booth and rode a bicycle through the streets. At this moment, he was dressed as a car mechanic.

He quickly found Zhang Yi's car, followed the car, and soon spotted the bearded man who was waiting there.

He walked around and came quietly behind the bearded man. The moment the other party noticed that he had turned his head, he attacked fiercely and broke his neck.

Then he leaned his beard against the wall and walked calmly to the car.

Glancing around, he gently bent down, opened his bag, took out the tools and tinkered with them under the car for a while. Finally, he took out a bundle wrapped in oil paper from the bag and fixed it on the bottom of the car before leaving with satisfaction.

In the vast night sky, a reconnaissance plane passed by like a ghost. As the cabin door slowly opened, a strong wind rushed in. Two figures looked at each other and leaped up.

Their figures were quickly swallowed up by the darkness and fell rapidly like meteors.

After reaching a certain height, the parachute deployed with a "bang", slowing down their descent.

A few minutes later, they finally stepped steadily on the ground. The moment they landed, they quickly untied their parachutes, folded up the parachute net to cover them, and quickly rushed into the darkness.

After a while, the two appeared on a small hill again.

These two people are none other than Haruno Musashi and Hayakawa Tomoko, codenamed Black Panther and Ice Soul.

Haruno Musashi took out a compass from his backpack and looked at it, then raised his telescope and aimed at the lights in the distance, saying, "It's estimated to be only about thirty miles away from Wuhan. Let's stay here tonight and go into the city tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Tomoko Hayakawa nodded, took out a small radio from her backpack and started tinkering with it. The signal from the radio was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, making an annoying crackling sound.

After a while, it seemed that she had found the signal. She put on her headphones, pressed the button and started sending the message.

Haruno Musashi stood guard at the side, observing her silently. When she finished delivering the message, he took off his coat and put it on Hayakawa Tomoko, then put his arm around her and said, "Let's take a break."

Unexpectedly, Hayakawa Tomoko avoided his big hand and said in a cold tone: "Haruno-kun, please respect yourself."

"Baka!" Haruno Musashi couldn't believe his ears and frowned, "We are a couple in love."

"Pretend."

"We have to make it real even if we're pretending." Haruno Musashi said in an unquestionable tone. He hugged Hayakawa Tomoko tightly and sneered when he saw her still struggling: "Fighting is not your specialty."

Tomoko Hayakawa simply stopped resisting, closed her eyes, lay on the ground, and said resolutely: "Come on."

Haruno Musashi was stunned for a moment, then like a trapped beast that has spotted its prey, he pounced on it desperately.

(End of this chapter)