My spy diary

Chapter 262 Sniper (asking for monthly ticket)

"Who would have thought that Lao Zheng would be red all over!"

"He's not completely red, that would be unfair to him. He is a member of the Red Party, and he must have returned to their organization now."

"Yes, who would have thought that Zheng Huhe was actually an undercover agent sent by the Red Party to our organization? Just imagine that the person who works with you every day and knows you better than your wife is actually your enemy. He flatters you and praises you on the surface, but he may laugh at you and despise you in his heart, and even plot against you behind your back, planning to stab you from behind. It's chilling to think about it."

Yes, undercover agents are hidden in the daily working environment, which means that colleagues who seem familiar and trusted may be enemies at any time. This uncertainty and potential threats make people nervous and alert at any time, and they have to bear tremendous physical and mental pressure, and finally they either collapse or suffer schizophrenia.

"So some people say that in our industry, no one can trust us. This is a world full of deception, disguise and conspiracy. Trust is the most scarce luxury."

"This is a professional requirement and also a survival rule. However, if you stay in this state of extreme distrust for a long time, you will either become mentally distorted or abnormal. Anyway, I can't do it. If you want to lie, you'd better lie to me for the rest of my life. If I find out, I will definitely be the first to kill him."

In the office, Monkey, Qian Xiaosan, Yang Wenxuan, and Liu Kui were talking at once, and the atmosphere was depressing.

Zhang Yi listened for a while, then waved his hand expressionlessly: "Alright, stop talking about it. Everyone has their own aspirations. Let him be. We will be enemies if we meet again."

"You should continue to work as you should, but be careful and don't be fooled by performance."

Zhang Yi was just encouraging a few people when Secretary Chen knocked on the door and came in, looking anxious.

"Section Chief, Zhou Yucheng's wife and her child have come here. The widow and orphan are clamoring to see the superiors, saying that her husband cannot be a member of the Red Party and wants us to give an explanation."

Zhang Yi felt overwhelmed when he heard this. What a rotten thing Secretary He Zhiyuan did.

He clearly disregarded human life, but now everything he does seems to be for the overall situation.

"Where's Section Chief He?"

"Section Chief He is not here."

"Where's the secretary?"

"The secretary isn't here either."

"Not here? I'm afraid he's hiding?" Zhang Yi snorted coldly. The dead cannot be resurrected. This is a confusing matter.

In the Secret Service Department, Dai Chunfeng attached great importance to the pensions of those who died in the line of duty. People would be sent to find the widows of the martyrs, provide them with pensions and resettlement, and receive consolation money during festivals to encourage and comfort the living and the dead.

Sometimes, in order to win over people's hearts, those who were executed for martyrdom are also given the same treatment, and their children's pensions are even more generous and preferential, to show the care of the "group" and the mercy of the "parents".

However, in Zhang Yi's opinion, some of Boss Dai's actions are really perverted. For example, an instructor at the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Police School stole 3,000 yuan of public funds from his colleagues and was later ordered to be shot by Dai Chunfeng.

This instructor loved playing basketball, so an unconventional arrangement was made before the execution. The instructor was asked to play basketball first, and as soon as he raised the ball, the executioner immediately shot, and the instructor and the basketball fell to the ground together.

Boss Dai said that this was to "prevent those who died for the law from suffering mental pain." This sounds high-sounding, but in reality it was to make an example of someone and deter other spies.

But Zhou Yucheng, the scapegoat, was not among those who died in the line of duty or in the law. Now he is defined as a member of the Red Party. Forget about the pension, it is lucky that his property was not confiscated.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yi asked, "Does she have any relatives in her hometown?"

"I have a sister in my hometown in Hunan. Her husband died in the Battle of Songhu."

"Okay." Zhang Yi sighed and said thoughtfully, "I'm gone. Tell her that Zhou Yucheng is definitely a member of the Red Party. But as a colleague, give her some consolation money and let her return home with her children."

"That money."

"You write the report and I approve it. The money will come from the General Affairs Department, but the bill will be put on Section Chief He's secretary and deducted from his salary."

"Yes."

"Also, buy him a coffin and bury him there. It will be more respectable."

After saying this, Zhang Yi looked at everyone in the office and asked with a gloomy face: "This is not considered red, right?"

"Not counting, of course not," several people said, and seeing that Zhang Yi was unhappy, they quickly left the office.

After leaving the office, Qian Xiaosan said, "The section chief seems a little unhappy."

Monkey sighed and said, "Hey, not to mention the incident with Old Zheng, there is also this mess with Zhou Yucheng. How can I be happy?"

"Poor Zhou Yucheng" Liu Kui shook his head.

"Pity their misfortune? There are so many unfortunate people, how can they all pity them?" Yang Wenxuan snorted. He felt that agents should not have a compassionate character. In a place where people eat each other and where bad guys and ruthless people gather together, it is already very valuable to maintain the most basic conscience. The most unacceptable thing is sympathy.

"I'm not sympathetic, I just feel sad. He was working hard, but who would have thought that he would be blamed for his crime? Even his body is gone after he died. Isn't that sad? The section chief is a righteous man. There's nothing wrong with following a leader like him." Liu Kui said this with a stern look on his face.

"Do you even need me to say that? I, Qian Xiaosan, will follow the Section Chief's lead!"

"By the way, what's the name of Section Chief He's secretary? Whatever his name is, this pretty boy is too sinister. Everyone should be careful next time."

"Yes, this guy looks gentle and refined, but I didn't expect him to be so bad."

"Look, I think this kid is going to be in trouble. People have their own scales, they know what's important, but they are so insidious to their own people..."

At noon, the rain stopped, and Haruno Musashi and Hayakawa Tomoko rented a car and went to a park.

The two found a secluded corner, parked the car, and walked towards the depths of the park.

But when the two walked a short distance, Hayakawa Tomoko realized that they were being followed. She gently squeezed the arm that was holding Haruno's and winked at him. Haruno understood, stopped, and deliberately said loudly: "Hey, I forgot my wallet was in the car."

As he said this, he quietly made a flanking move.

Tomoko Hayakawa understood what he meant, and the two of them separated and walked around the bushes to the path on the other side.

The two men walked quickly, one on the left and one on the right, and soon caught up with the follower behind them.

The stalker was a man in a suit and tie with a beard. He was not nervous because of being surrounded. He just stared at the two of them calmly and slowly took out a copy of Ta Kung Pao from his arms.

Haruno Musashi and Hayakawa Tomoko looked at each other, and Haruno asked, "Excuse me, sir, are you reading today's Ta Kung Pao?"

The man said, "No, it was from yesterday."

The code for the meeting matched, and Hayakawa Tomoko asked, "Are you a kangaroo?" "Yes." The man nodded, his eyes lingered on Hayakawa Tomoko's beautiful face for a moment, without showing any emotion, he simply said, "Let's find a place where there's no one."

The three of them then got into the car, with Haruno Musashi and Hayakawa Tomoko sitting in the front seat and the man sitting in the back seat.

The connection was successful, and Haruno Musashi and Hayakawa Tomoko breathed a sigh of relief. They wanted to exchange a few words with the legendary kangaroo, but the kangaroo did not even glance at them. He took out two certificates and a bunch of keys from his pocket and handed them to the two, coldly telling them the task:

"The house has been rented, No. 22 Xiuying Street, in your name, and there are all kinds of weapons inside.

Remember, we have never met before. Once the mission is over, you will return to Shanghai immediately. Life and death are determined by fate. If something unexpected happens during the journey, if anyone is arrested, we only know each other's code names. Even our names and identities are fake. No one will be at risk of implicating others."

"Okay." Seeing Kangaroo's attitude, Haruno Musashi interrupted him impatiently.

"We know the rules. This is not the first time I have carried out a mission. I believe in my ability. Even if I am arrested, I will commit suicide. It is my honor to sacrifice my life for His Majesty the Emperor."

Seeing that the two of them were not on the same page, Tomoko Hayakawa asked directly, "When are we going to act?"

"Today." After saying these two words, Kangaroo pushed the door and got out of the car. Haruno and Musashi then realized that this man was left-handed.

"Where's the information?" Hayakawa Tomoko asked.

Kangaroo turned his head and glanced at her: "Remember the license plate number 1289. Everything will become clear when we get to the residence."

After saying this, he was silent for a while, looked at Hayakawa Tomoko and said meaningfully:
"Beauty is a veil that often hides many shortcomings. Pleasing beauty is more likely to attract men than inner beauty, and makes people overlook many of her shortcomings. But in the spy business, beauty is not an advantage, especially when we are carrying out assassination missions, not seduction. A beautiful woman will always attract attention. Don't expose yourself before you even start the mission."

Seeing the kangaroo walking away, Tomoko Hayakawa asked in confusion: "What does he mean? Does he think I'm a vase?"

Without outsiders, Haruno Musashi did not hide his passion for Hayakawa Tomoko. Hearing this, he sneered, "I think the kangaroos have been lurking for too long and are too cautious. We have already put life and death aside. What is there to worry about?"

Tomoko Hayakawa looked at him without saying anything and became worried about the mission that was about to begin. She always felt that the kangaroo was hiding something.

No. 22 Xiuying Street.

Takeshi Haruno and Tomoko Hayakawa entered the studio apartment, locked the door, drew the curtains, and immediately began to check the room.

The two searched every corner of the room carefully and found something.

Haruno Musashi found a wooden box under the bed, which contained four brand new Browning pistols, each with two magazines. Although the guns were new, the serial numbers on them had long been worn off.

In addition to the gun, there was also a telescope, several grenades and a letter.

Haruno opened the envelope and found only a photo inside with the words "Zhang Yi" written on the back.

In the yellowed photo, Zhang Yi has a young face and a dull expression, and he looks like an honest man.

Haruno stared at the photo, he didn't know how such an honest man could become a thorn in the empire's side.

But no matter what, he will definitely die at the hands of his own gun today.

Here, Tomoko Hayakawa opened the wardrobe and found a sniper rifle behind a windbreaker.

She recognized it at a glance as an M1903 Springfield rifle with a scope installed.

"It's a German thing." Haruno Musashi curled his lips, "I still like the Type 97 of our Great Japanese Empire."

Tomoko Hayakawa knew that he was talking about the manual-action sniper rifle designed, manufactured and put into service in Japan in 12.

This gun was developed based on the Type 2.5 rifle, and is equipped with a 1903x or Type 2.2 x optical sight, as well as a special monopod. It is indeed more suitable than the x sight of the M Springfield rifle.

"Kangaroo is lurking inside the enemy ranks. It's not easy to get this kind of rifle."

"On the front battlefield, the Imperial Japanese Empire's Type 97 sniper rifle was widely used. We used it to kill Chinese generals, commanders, artillery crews and machine gun groups. Li Pinxian of the National Army's 22nd Independent Division is a clear example. It is said that if he had not been rescued in time, he would have died long ago." Haruno said proudly, picking up the telescope and coming behind the window.

This apartment is taller than the surrounding buildings and has a wide view. The gate of the Secret Service can be clearly seen through the telescope.

Only then did he understand the meaning of the kangaroo's words "everything will become clear."

A car stopped at the door of the secret service office. The guard came forward to check the documents and then let it pass. Haruno watched for a moment, sneered, and said:
"let's start."

Then he motioned for Hayakawa Tomoko to come over, and the two of them got together, took out paper and pen, and started drawing a map with the room as the starting point.

Haruno asked, "When we drove here just now, how many traffic lights were there? How many shops, how many shoe repair stalls, how many elementary schools?"

"There are three traffic lights and six shops. One of the shops has a missing character on its sign, so the name is incomplete. There are two shoe repairmen, one old and one young. One repairs shoes, and the other should just polish shoes. They are both at the entrance of the alley. A rickshaw is coming out of it. The alleys should be interconnected. Someone is carrying vegetables. I guess there should be a vegetable market behind the alley. If there is an emergency, we can retreat there first. There is only one school. If the mission fails, we can threaten the lives of the teachers and students in the school in exchange for a chance to leave."

"Yoshi." Haruno nodded in appreciation. "I was wondering why the woman I like would be a vase. Kangaroo is such a disgusting guy."

After a pause, his tone changed and he said firmly: "Nothing will go wrong. The mission will definitely succeed."

After arranging the evacuation route, Haruno took the sniper rifle, adjusted it for a while, loaded the bullets neatly, then moved a chair, picked up the telescope and sat behind the window, staring motionlessly at the door of the secret service through the gap in the curtains.

"Hello? Secretary Qi, OK, I'll be right there."

In the office, after hanging up the phone, Zhang Yi sat silently for a moment. He thought to himself that since Boss Dai had obtained evidence that Xu Zengen of the Central Bureau of Investigation was involved in counterfeit currency, shouldn't he be busy looking for Chang to file a complaint? Why did he summon him at this moment?
Could it be that Zheng Huhe’s affairs had reached Dai Chunfeng’s ears?
After thinking about it, Zhang Yi smiled. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, including He Zhiyuan.

Thinking of this, he immediately asked his secretary to arrange a car.

After leaving the office, he suddenly thought of the Japanese spies' assassination attempt on him. He was terrified and called his secretary again: "Notify Monkey, Qian Xiaosan, Yang Wenxuan, and Liu Kui."

In this way, several people went downstairs and came to the car. Zhang Yi saw that it was a new Dodge and asked, "Where is the Ford from before?"

Secretary Chen said, "Chief, I just notified the general affairs staff to take the car to the repair shop for inspection, but I changed the license plate number."

He pointed at the Dodge and said, "I just checked this car and there is nothing wrong with it."

"Oh, that's good." Zhang Yi nodded, and when he saw the secretary open the car door, he immediately got in.

Just like that, with Monkey and Qian Xiaosan leading the way, Zhang Yi's car in the middle, and Yang Wenxuan and Liu Kui following behind, the three cars slowly drove out of the gate of the Secret Service.

(End of this chapter)