My spy diary

Chapter 258 Execution (asking for monthly ticket)

"Chief, Chen Jiuming has confessed, and the artist is drawing his portrait based on his description."

In the inn room opposite the cafe, Chen Jiu Ming was beaten to a bloody mess. He described the murderer's face tremblingly. Every time he said a word, the painter drew a stroke on the paper.

But after the artist had been drawing for a long time, the murderer's facial features were still blurry. He couldn't help but sigh, stopped, and asked, "Think carefully, is his face long or round?"

Chen Jiu Ming looked at the plainclothes officer fearfully, and after a long pause, he said hesitantly, "Round, right? The chin is a bit wide."

The painter sighed again, and raised his hands in the air, unable to put pen to paper.

"Chief Zhang, his description is too vague. The sketch drawn in this way is not accurate at all."

Seeing that the painter was powerless, the plainclothes officer grabbed Chen Jiuming and shouted, "Behave yourself, kid."

Zhang Yi shook his head: "Let him rest for a while and think carefully. According to the current information about the murderer's figure, you can go to the nearby area to ask if there are any other witnesses."

Human language descriptions are inherently limited and subjective. When influenced by factors such as emotions, cognition and memory may be biased.

Furthermore, for people who have not received special training, it is difficult to remember the captured images unless they are deeply impressed by someone or something.

At this time, we can only improve and supplement the details through more eyewitnesses, and make the portrait vivid and clear through constant modification and adjustment.

As night falls and the lights come on, the streets are filled with the aroma of food. Vendors push carts selling all kinds of snacks and items. People walk among them, laughing and talking, enjoying the rare tranquility and beauty.

Zhang Yi and Monkey and a few others came out of a restaurant and walked towards their car, when they saw a group of people gathered around a pillar, pointing and talking. There were at least dozens of them.

These days, ordinary people had no entertainment or recreational life except newspapers, teahouses, and theaters. As long as something new happened, people passing by nearby would rush to tell each other, and one call would attract a hundred responses, as if no one was worried about their livelihood.

The bearded man's body had already fallen to the ground. It was not known whether he had been eaten by wild dogs or something else. His body was covered with wounds and his clothes were stained black and red by a large amount of blood. He looked extremely horrible, but this did not affect the curious gazes of passers-by at all.

Zhang Yi just glanced at it and stopped paying attention to it. The bearded man's superiors had all been silenced, so he couldn't find any clues even if he checked further.

When he got to the car, he handed the car keys to his secretary. Just as he opened the back door and got in, he suddenly frowned and asked:

"What is the taste?"

Secretary Chen paused as he turned the key: "Chief, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yi asked doubtfully: "Do you smell garlic?"

Secretary Chen smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, Chief. I'm from the north. I ate a few cloves of garlic while eating noodles just now. We northerners believe in 'one mouthful of noodles and one mouthful of garlic'. It's very satisfying to eat this way. Some people like to squat on the doorstep or on a chair to eat, otherwise they always feel something is wrong. Chief, if you don't like it, I won't eat it anymore."

"How much garlic did you eat?" Zhang Yi said as he moved closer to the front row, sniffed, and suddenly said, "No!"

Seeing that Secretary Chen had already turned the key to start the car, he said sternly, "Stop and get out of the car immediately."

As he spoke, he opened the car door and jumped down. When he landed, he rolled on the ground. When he stood up again, his pistol was loaded and he was kneeling in a shooting position.

At this moment he had completely calmed down and quickly assessed the surrounding environment, searching for the possible hidden murderer.

"Chief, what happened?" Secretary Chen got out of the car in a panic, and imitated Zhang Yi, holding his pistol and looking around vigilantly, without realizing that the safety of the pistol was not on.

"Section Chief!" Monkey and Qian Xiaosan and others in the back saw Zhang Yi get out of the car and be on guard, thinking that someone was trying to assassinate him. They immediately ran over quickly and surrounded Zhang Yi.

The men looked around and found no danger in the alley, including on top of the building. Instead, passers-by, seeing their fearful look, turned around and ran away subconsciously with their pistols in hand.

"Why are you surrounding me? There's something wrong with the car. Do you smell anything?" Zhang Yi pushed a few people away and asked.

Several people looked at each other, sniffed their noses, and frowned. Only Qian Xiaosan stared and said, "Garlic, the smell of garlic."

"Chief, I'll go take a look."

"Be careful." Zhang Yi nodded carefully and waved his hand for everyone to move away.

Qian Xiaosan went back to the car, got a flashlight, and approached the car cautiously.

He first walked around the car, then squatted down and looked at the car chassis.

As soon as I lowered my head, I smelled a garlic smell that could not be covered up. When I looked more closely, I saw an oil paper package fixed with a wire ring under the car engine. I was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"There's a bomb!"

Just one sentence made everyone's heart rise to their throat.

Everyone was thinking with lingering fear, the murderer planted a bomb under the section chief's car, whether the section chief had sharp eyes and observed carefully, not missing any clues, at this moment, he was afraid
"What the hell is this bastard? Damn it, so vicious and insidious"

Everyone started cursing and scolding the unknown murderer, only then did they feel relieved from the hatred in their hearts.

Zhang Yi pondered for a while and asked Qian Xiaosan: "What kind of bomb is it? Can it be defused?"

Qian Xiaosan did not answer until a while later he said, "It should be yellow phosphorus. This thing is flammable, with a flash point of only 30 to 40 degrees. It is highly toxic and has a pungent garlic smell."

As he spoke, he listened attentively. After a while, he confirmed, "There is no timing device below. The murderer probably couldn't be sure when the section chief would start the car, so he came up with this trick. As long as the car starts and runs a certain distance, the engine will heat up and ignite the yellow phosphorus, which will then detonate the explosives below."

As he spoke, he was already sweating profusely as he took off the oil paper package.

"Well done." Zhang Yi patted him on the shoulder, asked him to rest aside, and asked someone to send the bomb to the technical department for proper processing to see if they could extract fingerprints from it and analyze the source of the materials used to make the bomb. Then he ordered the action team to search the surrounding area.

Back at the secret service, Zhang Yi asked Monkey, "Did Lao Yang and the others confess?"

"No, these guys are all die-hards. They don't even admit to being spies. The most abominable one is Wang Yazhu, who actually tried to seduce the prison guards."

"Go and have a look."

Zhang Yi sneered and came to the temporary cell.

For ordinary people, the dark and narrow cell is filled with feces and dampness, which is more unbearable than fear.

However, these Japanese spies were singing inexplicable folk songs from their hometowns in their cells.

"The small foreign ship, the whistle is blowing in the sky as it sets out, the girl I miss."

Although the singing sounded like ghosts and wolves howling, Zhang Yi could hear a hint of sadness. He sneered, feeling indescribably strange. These Japanese beasts who kill without blinking an eye also have a hometown? They also miss their hometown and relatives? They were actually evoked with sadness because of a song. Do you think they are beasts, demons, or human beings?

As they sang, a hoarse and trembling voice shouted: "Long live the Great Japanese Empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Others chimed in, and the mood became very excited for a while.

"Shut up! It's unknown whether this little dwarf Hirohito can live to be a hundred years old. Stop dreaming." Zhang Yi scolded in Japanese and ordered the guards: "Take them all out."

"idiot."

With a bang, the guards wearing helmets and masks rushed into the cell like wolves and tigers and escorted all the spies out amid the curses of the Japanese spies. Old Yang was the first to be hit. His face was pale, but his eyes showed strong stubbornness and hatred. He sneered at Zhang Yi and said, "Wuhan has fallen?"

Hearing this, the other spies, whose faces were filled with despair and fear, suddenly shouted excitedly, and were greeted by the guards' brutal beatings.

"Everything is fine in Wuhan. I'm in a bad mood and am going to execute a few beasts. Do I need to tell you?" Zhang Yi waved his hand in disgust, and the guards escorted them all out.

"Where are Zhao Xigen and his secretary?" Director Zhao and his secretary, who had published advertisements for Japanese spies, were also arrested and imprisoned following the demise of the "Night Fox" organization.

"He's being held next door."

"Take it with you."

"Yes."

The execution ground was located in an empty field outside the prison, surrounded by vigilant guards.

The spies in handcuffs and shackles were brought to the foot of the wall one by one and stood there. More than a dozen pairs of military boots stepped on the mud and arrived at the designated positions in unison in response to commands.

The captain of the execution team ran up and saluted Zhang Yi, "Sir, the execution team is ready. Please give your instructions!"

"Check your identity again."

"Yes."

Zhang Yi looked at the prisoners with different expressions. There is a saying that what people fear most is not death, but the short period of time when they wait for death. This is like the moment before a nuclear bomb is launched, when its deterrent power is the strongest.

A dying person will always be greedy for life. A person without faith does not have the courage and determination to face death. He wants to see if these Japanese devils are as fearless as they claim.

"Reporting to the commander, the identity has been verified."

"let's start!"

"Yes." The captain of the execution team saluted solemnly. As he waved his hand, the executioner guards immediately raised their guns and pulled the bolts.

"Keep the gun alive!"

At this time, Mao Qiwu came trotting over in a hurry.

"Why is Secretary Mao here?"

Mao Qiwu wiped the sweat off his forehead and said impatiently, "The boss heard about the bomb and sent me to visit you. When I heard that you went to the prison, I guessed that you must be going to kill someone to vent your anger."

"I don't have this hobby."

"Haha, since these Japanese spies won't confess, why keep them? Brother Qi Wu, are you here to plead for them?" Zhang Yi smiled playfully when he saw Mao Qi Wu searching among the prisoners.

"You're kidding, brother." Mao Qiwu smiled bitterly and said, "I'm here for Zhao Xigen."

"Him? Someone has interceded for him to Secretary Mao? The relationship is deep enough. Although this traitor's crime is not punishable by death, he is seriously ill and needs strong medicine. I was just planning to scare him to see if I can trick him into giving me something else."

"Who doesn't have some backers?" Mao Qiwu said meaningfully, "This guy is a man of Cai Mengjian, the chief of the Wuhan Police Department. When he got into trouble, his wife's family immediately found Cai and said they were willing to pay to redeem him. Although we don't get along with the Central Bureau of Investigation, we still have to give him face when he comes to us with gifts. The director considered that he didn't leak any information, so he let him go out of his way."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, brother, you will get your share."

Zhang Yi was speechless: "He is lucky. People like him are rotten inside and out. They will be a nuisance if they go out."

"You don't understand this, brother." Mao Qiwu smiled complacently, "Now when selecting people for appointment, what kind of people should we select? Everyone promotes his trusted fellow townsmen. If you promote someone with strong abilities, will he think that he deserves this position and will he be grateful to you?

When you are in power, he may respect you, but when you are not, it is hard to say. On the contrary, people like Zhao Xigen are good at nothing but flattery, but he knows how to be loyal, and he has shortcomings, so he is easier to control. "

"I've learned that. Very insightful." Zhang Yi smiled thoughtfully. This may sound like a fallacy, but it is an unspoken rule in official circles.

"Haha, this is something I figured out after working as a secretary for so many years. I didn't understand it before, so I wasted half my life." Mao Qiwu smiled, "Then, I'll take the person with me?"

"Since it's the director's idea, Secretary Mao can do as he pleases." Zhang Yi waved his hand and asked the guards to bring Zhao Xigen over.

This guy had been so scared that he had peed his pants. His face was pale and his body was shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't even stand steadily. When he suddenly heard that he had survived the disaster, he fell to the ground and burst into tears.

"If I had known this would happen, I would not have done it in the first place." Zhang Yi curled his lips. This kind of traitor is more hateful than a spy.

Waving his hand, he had someone drag him away. Zhang Yi looked at the other spies and said, "One last question. Is there anyone willing to confess?"

"Eight" Old Yang glared at him angrily and was about to speak when he saw Zhang Yi raised his arm. With a "bang", the bullet pierced his chest and the evil spy fell directly to the ground.

"Mr. Zhang, I have already confessed. You can't do this to me." Seeing Zhang Yi raise his gun and kill decisively, Michio Mitsuno roared in despair.

"Okay, take him away first." Zhang Yi smiled and asked, "Anything else you have to say?"

Seeing no one responded, Zhang Yi waved his hand in disappointment. The guards immediately stepped forward, raised their guns, and aimed at the chests of a group of spies.

"preparation!"

"shot!"

After a brief silence, gunshots rang out, and rows of spies fell down. Only Wang Yazhu and Ye Shanlihua, code-named "Spirit Fox", remained standing.

"what happened?"

"Sir, the bullet is jammed."

"Really?" Zhang Yi pulled out his pistol and handed it to Secretary Chen beside him: "You are an office worker, so you should not have killed anyone, right? This female spy is in your hands."

"Yes, Chief." Secretary Chen's hand holding the gun trembled. He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge in his throat, walked behind Ye Shanlihua, loaded the bullet, and pointed the gun at the back of her head.

Perhaps she was too nervous. The hand holding the gun was shaking tremblingly as it poked back and forth on the back of Noyama Rika's head, which made the female spy even more nervous.

Finally, Secretary Chen pulled the trigger, but there was a click and no bullet came out.

While Secretary Chen was wondering, Zhang Yi smiled with certainty and nodded at the monkey.

Monkey took the gun from Secretary Chen and took a look at it: "It's jammed again? Use mine!"

He pulled out his pistol, fired a shot into the air, and put it into Secretary Chen's hand.

"Yes." Secretary Chen gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and prepared to pull the trigger.

At this moment, Ye Shanlihua could no longer hold back and collapsed, saying, "I confess. I confess!"

(End of this chapter)