My spy diary

Chapter 272 Medicine (asking for monthly ticket)
"parking."

When Berlitt jumped off the rickshaw, he felt refreshed.

He looked around and saw Nanhu Airport in sight. There were few pedestrians on the road and the intelligence personnel from the Inspection Department had not caught up with him at all. They probably didn't even notice that he had sneaked out quietly?
Thinking of this, Berritt became even more proud. Perhaps by the time they discovered that he was gone, he would have already arrived in the mountain city and was collecting new intelligence.

"Here you go. No need to give me the change for the extra money." Berritt generously took out five dollars in French currency and threw it to the driver, holding the suitcase with one hand.

"Huh?" Seeing that the suitcase didn't move at all, he looked up and saw that it was the driver's strong hand pressing on the other corner.

"What do you mean? Not enough money? Do you know who I am?"

The driver was breathing heavily, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe them off. A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Sir, this trip is not easy, you have to give me this amount." The rickshaw driver stretched out a hand with his five fingers spread out exaggeratedly.

"How much? Fifty?" Berritt's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible, that's not the price we agreed on."

He was secretly annoyed. This Chinese man had no sense of contract. He agreed on a price, but when he arrived at the destination, he not only went back on his word, but also asked for an exorbitant price. This kind of person deserves to pull a rickshaw for the rest of his life.

He glared at the rickshaw driver fiercely, turned his head and looked around. He wanted to kill the rickshaw driver, but was afraid that he was no match for him. He couldn't help but feel annoyed at this moment. If he had a pistol in his hand, he would never allow this villain to act so rampant in front of him.

The two were in a stalemate when suddenly a black car passing by stopped.

The driver stuck his head out and asked politely, "Sir, what happened?"

"This is outrageous." Berritt took out his passport from his pocket, raised his hand and said loudly:
"I am a citizen of the British Empire, and I was blackmailed by a rickshaw driver. I want to sue."

"Sir, don't be angry. Why bother with a coolie? Are you going to the airport? How about I give you a ride?" Seeing that it was a foreigner, the driver became more respectful. He got out of the car quickly, waved away the driver, picked up the suitcase, and invited Berritt to get in.

"Thank you, I can walk there myself."

"Why are you being polite to me? You are a foreigner, and you deserve this kind of treatment." The driver opened the back door without allowing him to be refused and pushed him inside.

"What are you doing?" Berritt was pushed and staggered. He stared with wide eyes at the two muscular men in the back seat who were looking at him with disdain. Before he could react, a plainclothes officer reached out and grabbed his collar.

With a pull and a push from behind, Berritt was pulled into the car.

"Who are you?" Berritt looked at the few people with confusion and fear. When he saw the rickshaw driver who had just pulled him wiping his sweat and getting on the rickshaw, he realized that something was wrong and immediately resisted.

"What do you want? I am a citizen of the British Empire"

No one paid any attention to him. Two plainclothes officers sandwiched him and quickly handcuffed him. Seeing that he was still struggling, they hit his ribs hard with their elbows. Berritt felt the pain and immediately became obedient.

Then a plainclothes officer took out a towel and stuffed it into his mouth. He then took out a black hood and put it on his head. Then the car sped away.

When he took off the hood again, Berritt had been taken to a private house.

He was sitting on a haystack with his hands handcuffed behind his back. The moment the hood was taken off, his eyes subconsciously closed due to the stimulation of the strong light. When he slowly opened his eyes and squinted to observe the surroundings, he saw the rickshaw driver who had just pulled him was sitting with his legs crossed and looking at him playfully.

Although he didn't know where he was, the roar of planes overhead made him feel that he should be near the airport.

"Prevot, English name Prevot, was born on February 1894, 2 on Peak Road in Hong Kong. He currently lives at No. 1 Consul Street in the French Concession in Shanghai. He has traveled back and forth between Shanghai, Guangzhou, Hong Kong, and Wuhan many times to engage in espionage activities."

Berritt squinted his eyes and tried to speak, but his mouth was blocked by a towel and he couldn't speak at all.

The man dressed as a coachman picked his feet, sniffed them with disgust, and reached out to pull the towel out of Berritt's mouth.

"Tell us, we already know everything about you. Oh, by the way, you disappeared along the way and no one knows. If you don't explain everything clearly today, don't even think about leaving."

"Who are you? Do you know that I am a citizen of the British Empire? I will sue you at the embassy." Perritt shouted arrogantly:

"Before leaving, I went to the embassy. If I disappeared along the way, the British Embassy would definitely ask the Nationalist government for me, and you would be in big trouble then!"

"Clap"

"Who am I? Listen carefully, my grandpa's name is Qian Xiaosan."

Qian Xiaosan slapped him twice with his backhand, sneered, and said, "These two slaps are the interest that grandpa worked so hard to earn from you. You are a Hong Konger, but you insist on recognizing the enemy as your father and being a dog for the British. Being a dog is fine, but you turn around and bite the Chinese. Have you eaten too much, old man?"

"By the way, you said you went to the British Embassy. Was it for this?" Qian Xiaosan said as he took the letter that Berritt had thrown at him and slapped him hard in the face.

"Tell me, what does it say?"

After being slapped several times and feeling dizzy, seeing that all the information he had collected had fallen into the hands of the other party, Berritt felt his brain buzzing and his breathing getting faster and faster. He felt like he was about to suffocate.

"Tell me, what's written on it?"

"I don't know. I am a citizen of the British Empire. You have no right to interrogate me. I want to see the ambassador!"

"Outwardly powerful but actually weak!" Qian Xiaosan sneered, walked over quickly and punched him.

"Bang!" This extremely powerful punch made Berritt's brain dizzy. He fell to the ground, hit his head hard against the wall and fainted.

Qian Xiaosan sneered, walked out and went into the next room.

Inside the room, Zhang Yi was watching Monkey and his men searching Berritt's luggage.

Besides a few clothes, a few books, a stack of banknotes, there was only a bottle of medicine in the suitcase.

"Ke Dexiao?" Zhang Yi took the medicine bottle, examined it for a few seconds, and said, "This is medicine for treating heart disease. Does this person have heart disease?"

"No way?" Qian Xiaosan grinned, "I just beat him up, and I didn't find any disease in him.

Director, the evidence is solid, but this guy is refusing to admit it. I don’t think we need to interrogate him. We can just deal with him directly without anyone noticing.”

"After all, he is British. He should not die in our hands. Don't get into trouble without eating mutton." Zhang Yi flipped through the medicine bottle and thought for a while.
"Call the technical department and see if they have any medicine to induce a heart attack."

"I understand." The monkey understood.

When Shen Xisan executed a traitor under his command, it was his first time killing someone and he didn't know how to start. Dai Chunfeng wrote a note and asked him to go to the technical department.

The technical department gave him a thin and sharp bamboo knife and told him that the tip of the knife was highly poisonous and that the person would die if the skin was broken.

In addition to poison, the technical department also has a kind of "bone-dissolving water", which is said to be the favorite of Zhao Libiao, the captain of the Shanghai District Operations Team. But later it was discovered that this "bone-dissolving water" could not achieve the effect of the legendary martial arts masters, especially in a place like the concession, it was not so easy to deal with the corpse cleanly.

The Secret Service came up with another method. After killing someone, they would dismember the body and put it in boxes. They would then dump the body in a car or hire a rickshaw to take it to the train station or hotel.

When they arrived at the designated location, the owner of the goods quietly slipped away. The driver thought it was some valuables, so he secretly took it home. He thought he was going to make a fortune, but when he opened the box, he found a corpse. In the end, he was sued.

"The radio operator was caught? What? A British man? Born in Hong Kong, now holding a British passport?"

Dai Chunfeng had a gloomy face when he received Zhang Yi's call. The words "British" and "Hong Kong" sensitively stimulated his nerves and reminded him of a past event that he could not bear to recall.

Three years ago, in order to capture Wang Yaqiao, Dai Chunfeng only brought Adjutant Jia into Hong Kong to avoid attracting the attention of Wang and the British.

They carried two suitcases, Dai Chunfeng's suitcase contained the latest silent pistol and large amounts of US dollars and Hong Kong dollars, while Adjutant Jia's suitcase contained all imported nasal wash equipment and handkerchiefs.

We thought we could do it without anyone noticing, but as soon as the yacht docked, we were greeted by a group of Hong Kong police officers in dark blue gabardine uniforms.

Dai Chunfeng subconsciously felt that something was wrong, because bringing weapons into Hong Kong is prohibited, and those who carry weapons on official business must apply for a gun license from the British Embassy.

But he went to Hong Kong in secret for fear that the news of his application for a gun license would leak out, but he was caught red-handed.

But Dai Chunfeng was not nervous at all. He alertly winked at Adjutant Jia, and in an instant the two men switched the suitcases in their hands.

As soon as he got ashore, he swaggered out his passport for inspection. He was greeted by the Chief of Police Henry. After checking the documents, the man said nothing and took Boss Dai directly into the car.

Dai Chunfeng still sneered, "I don't have any prohibited items on me. Even if you, the director, come out, you can't detain me at will. I want to see how you end up."

However, as soon as he arrived at the police station, Dai Chunfeng was immediately searched and detained. Naturally, he protested, asking what evidence you British people have.

Unexpectedly, Henry sneered and took out a stack of hastily developed photos, which recorded the entire process of him and his adjutant exchanging suitcases.

Dai Chunfeng was stunned.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

He was already the director of the Secret Service, but the British did not buy it. Although they gave him preferential treatment as a detainee and provided him with a single room, he was not allowed to take a shower. Even the tools and handkerchiefs for washing his nose were confiscated. The detainees said that the hygiene inside was poor, and coupled with his rhinitis, Boss Dai suffered a lot.

After three days of such torment, Dai Chunfeng was finally released due to the intervention of a certain person named Chang. As a result, he became extremely disgusted with the British and the Hong Kong Police Force.

Hearing that the spy was British, he was furious. He couldn't just expel him. He asked Zhang Yi in a deep voice, "How are you going to deal with him?"

Zhang Yi said: "That's it!"

Dai Chunfeng was delighted when he heard this: "Let's do it this way. It's quick and clean. We can't let the British get hold of any evidence against us."

"Britt, we have just asked our superiors for permission, you can leave now." Qian Xiaosan looked helpless and had someone help Berritt up and uncuff him.

Berritt sneered a few times, knowing that the consular jurisdiction was at work. What if the evidence was irrefutable? What if you arrested me? Didn't you just release me in the end?

Stupid Chinese, incompetent Nationalist government.

Humph, expel me from the country, right? When I change my identity, you still can't do anything to me.

"There are so many talented people in Jiangdong, who knows if they can make a comeback? Hehe!" Baili Te thought proudly, patted the dust off his body, and asked coldly:
"Where's my suitcase?"

"Yes." Qian Xiaosan looked at him with disgust and returned the suitcase to him. "Check to see if anything is missing, or else you will end up blaming me like a fool."

Seeing his attitude, Berritt was even more proud. While checking his luggage, he said arrogantly: "All human suffering is essentially anger at one's own incompetence. After all, I am British."

"Hmph." Qian Xiaosan had a sinister look on his face. He raised his arm, and a jewel ring on his hand sparkled.

Berritt didn't notice that the other person had an extra ring on his hand. He thought he was going to be beaten again, so he took a step back subconsciously. But then he felt embarrassed, so he straightened his chest, raised his chin, and glared at Qian Xiaosan:
"I'm British. Your superiors can't do anything to me. What do you want to do?"

Qian Xiaosan approached him in a flash and slapped him hard on the shoulder. Berritt felt as if his shoulder was pricked by a needle and frowned. But before he could react, Qian Xiaosan had already put his arm around his shoulders and threatened:
"Go away, don't let me see you again."

"Get out of the way, you Chinese pig." Berritt pushed Qian Xiaosan away angrily and touched his shoulder, but found nothing wrong. At this moment, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared. He sneered and walked away with his suitcase.

Qian Xiaosan's voice sounded behind him: "British pig, turn left and walk a few hundred meters to the airport."

"Chinese pig, I will be back."

Inside the airport, Berritt found a restroom, tidied himself up, and changed his clothes. Although his nose and eyes were bruised, he was at least wearing a suit and tie, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a kind and friendly gentleman smile on his face, which made him look presentable.

The only thing that bothers me is that the information I collected with great effort is gone. But fortunately, I can still copy it based on my memory. That’s money!

Thinking of this, the unpleasantness of being caught and tortured before gradually disappeared. Hearing the broadcast that the plane was about to take off, he picked up his suitcase and walked towards the tarmac.

However, after taking just a few steps, Berritt suddenly felt a piercing pain in his heart and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He hurriedly stopped, held the seat with one hand, opened the suitcase and took out "Ke Dexiao" while panting.

When I was opening the bottle, taking out the medicine and putting it into my mouth, I was suddenly bumped from behind, and the bottle and the medicine fell to the ground instantly.

Panting, Berritt tried to pick up the medicine on the ground and asked passers-by for help.

"Sir, your medicine." A man wearing a mask and a cleaner's uniform squeezed into the crowd and handed over the medicine.

After getting the medicine again, Berritt immediately took out a few pills from the bottle and mixed them with the remaining pill in his hand and put them into his mouth.

After swallowing it, the medicine seemed to take some effect and he struggled to get up.

However, he stumbled and fell to the ground again, causing a commotion among the crowd.

After a while, a man wearing glasses finally plucked up the courage to approach him and feel his breath, then said, "He's not breathing anymore."

The crowd was in an uproar.

When the cleaner heard the news, he slowly withdrew from the crowd and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)