My spy diary

Chapter 400 Intelligence (please vote)

Under the night sky, big red lanterns were hung high in the Fenglinwan Restaurant, and guests were coming in and out, all of them with greasy faces.

The car stopped, Zhang Yi got out, and looked at the sign on the door and laughed.

Zhao Dacheng, the head of the Intelligence Section, explained, "Director, this restaurant has become very famous recently, especially its signature dish, 'Bombing Tokyo' is a must."

"Then I must try it." Qian Xiaosan grinned and said, "Fenglinwan Restaurant, why does this name sound so familiar?"

The monkey said, "Is the name of the restaurant based on an ancient poem? Parking in the maple forest late? But it seems like there are a few words missing in the middle."

Zhao Dacheng said seriously: "It is said that there is one inside."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"Vulgar." Zhang Yi scolded, and asked: "Who owns this restaurant?"

"It is said to be Mr. Wang from the Logistics Department of the General Affairs Office."

"Oh." Zhang Yi understood. Only this pimp for Boss Dai could come up with such a tacky name.

The signature dish of this restaurant is Bombing Tokyo. Other dishes such as Laifeng fish, Bishan rabbit, spicy chicken, Maoxuewang, braised pork, and pickled fish are all local specialties.

Zhang Yi generously ordered a signature dish for each table, so that every plainclothes officer participating in the operation could have it. Today's main point was that he had no shortage of money.

Gao Xiaowei and Horton were released, and the thugs and gamblers in other gambling houses were interrogated and released after paying bail. Although the bulk of the money was handed over to Boss Dai and the General Affairs Office, the Intelligence and Operations Department still reaped a lot of benefits this time.

As the dishes were served one by one, the plainclothes officers ate with relish and laughed loudly.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Old Man Wang, wearing a greasy apron, pushed open the door of the private room and came in with two plates in his hand, smiling.

"Deputy Director Zhang, I am honored to have you here. Our shop is truly honored. Come and try my new exclusive dish, Bomb Tokyo."

Old man Wang, with a smile on his face, gently placed the plate on the table, and then quickly took the toppings from another plate. The toppings fried with shrimp and black fungus were poured on the golden rice crust, making a sizzling sound.

This is the deluxe version of "Bombing Tokyo". It is called "Bombing Tokyo", but in fact it is just rice crust with three fresh ingredients. Because it makes a loud noise when pouring the sauce, it is called "thunder out of the blue", so it is also called "Bombing Tokyo".

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of rice crust and put it in his mouth. To be honest, the taste was very ordinary. Everyone just wanted to try it for novelty. He chewed it for a few times, savoring it, pretending to enjoy it very much, and praised:

"It's as delicious as its reputation says. I didn't expect Chief Wang to have such cooking skills."

Old Man Wang was so pleased with the compliment that his eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled. He sat down proudly opposite Zhang Yi.

"Deputy Director Zhang, I've been thinking about this dish for a long time, and the boss likes it very much. I hope you can come and support us more in the future."

"sure."

It is better to offend a gentleman than a villain. Zhang Yi could not resist the enthusiasm of Old Man Wang, so he had to perfunctorily deal with him for a while before sending him away. After closing the door of the box, he started to talk business with Monkey and Qian Xiaosan.

"Is there any movement from the target?"

"We haven't detected any radio signals yet. If he is just receiving telegrams through the radio, we have no way of knowing it. Director, do you want to bug him?"

Zhang Yi shook his head and said solemnly: “This person is lurking so deep, he must be a veteran, as long as one step is wrong, he will be suspicious step by step.

Therefore, we must be extremely cautious in every step we take, focusing on tracking and surveillance first, and never alerting the enemy."

"Yes."

"Okay, that's all for today. Remember to bring some food to the brothers in the monitoring team."

"Do not worry."

After having a good meal and a good drink, Zhang Yi gave a few instructions and drove home.

[Today’s information has been refreshed]

[1. You met Gao Xiaowei today and obtained relevant information - Gao Xiaowei has a private residence at No. 28 Yuzhong Road.]

Private residence? Golden nest to hide a mistress? Or US dollar calligraphy and painting?

[2. You met Horton today and obtained relevant information - Horton's code name is Hidden Owl, his real name is Hayato Watanabe, and he is a member of the Shanghai Special High Section's Mist Shadow Team. He will go to Qingxiang Pavilion to meet at o'clock tonight.]

Qingxiang Pavilion? Zhang Yi remembered that Su Qiming from the Inspection Office and Pu Gang, the captain of the police station's detective team, had been to this place. Could it be that this was a lair of Japanese spies?
Brothels are a gathering place for all kinds of people, and information flows in all directions, making it very easy to collect intelligence, which is not surprising at all.

China's ancestors who used spies have mastered this skill to perfection, and the spy chief Tu Feiyuan in his daily life has followed suit.

Based on the national conditions of Japan - the large number of prostitutes - and China - the prevalence of opium, he suddenly had an idea and also thought of a good way to conduct business - conducting espionage in brothels.

He placed spies in brothels, who relied on selling sex to gather intelligence. At the same time, he also ran a side business - selling opium. This not only solved the funding problem for the Special Higher Section, but also made those targets who were useful to him become addicted to opium, making it easier to control them.

[3. You met Dai Chunfeng today and obtained relevant information - the list of infiltrators for the Hanzhong special training class has been determined, in order as follows]

The night is gloomy, and a noodle stall is hidden in the dark and narrow corner of Yuzhong Road.

A few crooked tables and chairs were scattered around, and a few porters were sitting next to the greasy tables, chatting with the boss, Old Wu, while waiting for their food.

"Old Wu, you didn't go back to your hometown for the New Year. I remember you are from the northwest, right?" asked a tall and sturdy man.

Old Wu was watching over a pot of boiling noodle soup, adding firewood to the stove from time to time. He paused after hearing this and said absentmindedly:

"Go home for the New Year? Can you go back? Do you have money?

Haha, it’s good enough to be able to keep this noodle stall. When I look up, I see colorful neon lights. When I look down, I see endless flour to knead and endless bowls to wash. The prosperity above my head will never belong to us. People like us are not worthy of celebrating the New Year.”

"Who says it isn't?"

The sturdy man sighed, feeling the same way. Who doesn't want a wife and children and a warm bed? But without money, the New Year will be meaningless.

After working hard for a year, he wanted to buy a new dress for his wife and a new pair of shoes for his daughter, but when he went to buy them, he found that the prices of the clothes and shoes had increased, while the money in his hand had depreciated. What a world...

After getting through the first day of the New Year, he and a few of his brothers went out to make a living from the second day of the New Year, but they just couldn't find any work.

He sighed and looked up at the narrow piece of night sky above the noodle stall that was squeezed between the tall buildings, with mixed feelings.

"Boss, why don't you join me?" A companion took out a rusty cross from his cotton coat and bowed devoutly.

"God willing, let us find work."

"You believe this stuff from the foreign devils?"

"The chairman bowed, so why can't we bow too?"

"We have so many gods and immortals in the mountains and hills, but worshipping them is useless. How can foreign gods rule China?" "That's because you are not pious enough." The younger brother didn't take it seriously. He continued to make the sign of the cross on his chest and muttered, "God bless you."

"Okay, eat noodles. God also needs to eat."

Before the boss could finish his words, a bright light suddenly shone over, followed by the roar of a car, and then a truck suddenly stopped on the side.

The glass of the cab fell down, and a man wearing a mask looked up and asked, "Are you still working?"

The boss was stunned. The younger brother beside him kept saying "God appeared" and quickly stood up and ran over to answer:
"Do it, do it, boss, what do you do for a living?"

The man glanced at a few people and handed out a pack of Hardman from the car window: "Stop talking nonsense. If you want to work, get in the car and carry the goods. You will be paid when you are done."

"Okay." The younger brother took the cigarette respectfully, pulled the boss and a few brothers who were still confused and climbed directly into the carriage.

"Zhu Zi, why did you agree to this without even asking what the job is and how much the salary is? We are all counting on this to support our family."

"Okay, the boss is the one who made the move, so how can he still reduce his wages?"

"Be careful and act according to circumstances." The boss came back to his senses at this moment and whispered a few words of advice.

The truck turned left and right and finally stopped in front of the villa at No. 28 Yuzhong Road.

"Wait a moment." The boss got out of the car, left a word, walked leisurely to the door of the villa, opened the door, and waved to the porters.

When the magnificent hall came into view, several people stood still for a moment, their mouths opened as if a fist could be stuffed in.

There was an expression of disbelief on everyone's rough faces. The eyes, which were originally cloudy due to work, were now illuminated by the bright lights of the villa, and were full of shock and confusion.

The eldest brother couldn't help but gasp, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and he muttered to himself after a while: "Oh my goodness, this... Is this where the gods live?"

The air in the house was filled with the fragrance of plane trees, black leather sofas, mahogany floors reflecting the light of crystal chandeliers, Western landscape paintings hung on the walls, curtains were made of silk, and the telephone was gold-plated...

All the furnishings in the house are exquisite. Even the most inconspicuous corner is filled with a hexagonal cabinet with prismatic carved glass and neatly filled with foreign wines.

The people next to them were even more exaggerated. Their feet seemed to be stared at. Their bodies leaned forward, their necks stretched out, and they stared at the mahogany carved stairs without blinking. They looked like they were under a spell of immobilization.

"Okay, get to work and carry the boxes out of the upstairs."

The boss acted as if he was used to it and scolded him.

Several people woke up in shock and went upstairs nervously. They carried out boxes of calligraphy and paintings, jade articles, gold and silver jewelry, mink coats, and several heavy safes and loaded them onto the truck.

Several people worked carefully for an hour to finish the task, filling up a whole truck, and then lined up anxiously to get the money.

The boss kept his word. He took out a few stacks of French currency from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of several people. Then he got into the car without looking back. When the truck started, he leaned out of the window again and said in a hoarse voice:
"I'm giving you some advice. No matter what kind of incense you burn or which temple you worship, it's best to keep today's event a secret."

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator, and the truck disappeared into the darkness with billowing black smoke.

Several people were a little confused after hearing this. The eldest brother was the first to react. He looked at his brothers happily counting money over and over again with saliva on their faces. He became more and more nervous and shouted:
"It's over!"

"Are your claws broken? Did you get a cramp from counting money?"

"Son of a bitch, that's not what I'm talking about. This money... No, these things are not stolen goods, right?"

The boss is at a loss. Making money is a good thing, but if those are stolen goods, are they helping to transfer them?
Damn it, I must have been cheated. Even if I was cheated, I’m still counting money for others.

"No way?"

"Of course not. Who moves in the middle of the night?"

The boss thought about the sneaky look of the boss just now and the meaningful words he left, and looked at the money in his hand. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong. Doubt and fear instantly crawled all over his body like lice. How could a decent person give money like this?

This is clearly hush money, but is it so easy to get this money? What if it is dirty or stolen? Once the case is discovered.
The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. As he got nervous, the money in his hand fell to the ground. He sat down on the ground in despair, as if someone had pulled out his spine.

Seeing him like this, the other people were also dumbfounded and looked around nervously.

Zhuzi, who believed in God, held his hand and comforted him: "Boss, God bless you."

"What a bullshit blessing! How can there be a pillar of windfall? You have caused us so much trouble." The boss said dejectedly.

"Then what should we do?" several brothers asked hurriedly.

"Run away, what else can you do? The farther you run before the crime happens, the better." The boss slowly stood up and said bitterly, "Go home and pack your things immediately, and leave the city at dawn."

On one side, a few porters made a fortune and planned to run away. On the other side, Zhang Yi parked the truck in a hidden corner and found a public telephone booth to make a call.

Half an hour later, Mr. Huang, the boss of Dahai Freight, hurried to the truck with two guys disguised as underground party members.

One man was on guard, and a guy climbed onto the truck to check for a while. He also took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. It took him a while to calm down and whispered a few words to Boss Huang.

It was hard to tell whether Boss Huang's expression was serious or surprised, but there was also a hint of worry. The man just said he would give him a big gift, and it was indeed a big gift, but how could he transfer this thing worth hundreds of millions?
He thought about it and whispered something to the waiter, who quickly got out of the car, took out a fake license plate from his waist and put it on the truck.

Then several people got in the car, started the engine, and drove all the way to the backyard of a bathhouse, where there was a small warehouse.

Soon, several people came up and moved dozens of boxes into the warehouse.

The clerk handed a letter that was pressed on the safe to Lao Huang. Lao Huang opened it and saw a few words written crookedly -
“Precious things should stay where they belong.”

He thought for a moment, then turned over the letter and saw a few more lines on the back, "Hanzhong training class infiltration list"

Looking at the list of names, Old Huang felt awed.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Silent all night.

In the evening, Holden walked out of the apartment, looking a little haggard.

Rickshaws, buses, and taxis passed by him one after another, and he wanted to stop them but stopped himself.

Then he looked at his watch and it was almost half past seven.

He glanced around vigilantly, then let out a long sigh, raised his hand as if he had made a great decision, and a rickshaw drove towards him.

Holden sat on it and said, “Qingxiang Pavilion.”

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(End of this chapter)