My spy diary

Chapter 401 Tracking (asking for monthly votes)

The rickshaw stopped by the roadside. Horton got off, paid the fare, and walked alone towards Qingxiang Pavilion with red lanterns hanging in the distance.

He likes to get off the bus one street away from his destination and walk there. It has become a habit.

However, just as he took a step, a black Dodge sedan drove over quickly, braked suddenly, and stopped in front of him.

Holden was stunned and stared at the car. Before he could react, two men in plain clothes jumped out from the back door, one in front and one behind, and surrounded him in the middle.

"Who? From the Military Control Commission? Or Gao Xiaowei's people?"

Horton thought anxiously, was it because the drama yesterday was too exaggerated that the military control people became suspicious? Or was it someone sent by Gao Xiaowei?

Gao Xiaowei's villa was robbed. He was furious but didn't dare to call the police. He privately asked the police and gangsters to investigate. He thought they wouldn't suspect him, right?

Holden cursed his bad luck. He felt something was wrong when he woke up this morning. Nothing seemed unusual, but everything was wrong. For example, his right eyelid kept twitching as soon as he opened his eyes.

If you jump to the left, you will get wealth, if you jump to the right, you will get disaster.

He rubbed it again and again, but it was no use. Before leaving, he glanced at the calendar on the door, and there was a line of small words written below: All things are not suitable.

His mind raced, and as he greeted the two men who came with ill intentions, he bowed and said:

"Who are you, Excellency? What's the matter?"

"Are you Liu Wei?" a man asked, looking him up and down.

"You've got the wrong person." Horton shook his head and was about to walk around, but the man who asked the question also flashed in front of him.

"What do you want to do?" He asked impatiently. Before he could finish his words, the man behind him pounced on him and the man in front of him grabbed his arm.

"What do you want to do? Let go!"

Holden scolded, and when he saw the man behind him taking something out of his pocket, he became even more alert and struggled violently.

But before he could see clearly, a syringe pierced the back of his neck. He struggled for a few times, then his consciousness became blurred and he slid softly to the ground.

Two men dragged him into the car, closed the door, and then the Dodge sped away.

Not far away, a plainclothes officer disguised as a rickshaw driver was watching all this in astonishment.

He had not received any order to arrest anyone. What happened just now was definitely not done by his own people, which means there is a third-party force at the scene. Who are they?

Thinking of this, his expression became serious. He left the rickshaw and immediately ran towards a telephone booth not far away.

As he crossed the street, he caught a glimpse of a Buick sedan parked at a nearby T-intersection. It turned around the intersection, followed the Dodge, and drove forward.

The plainclothes officer breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was a mobile team. He opened the door of the phone booth and made a call.

At this moment, Zhang Yi, who was sitting in the office waiting for news, picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Chief, this is Xiao Ding. Holden was knocked unconscious and taken away. Team 2 has caught up with him."

"Dizzy?" Zhang Yi was a little surprised. Wasn't he going to make a connection? Why did a third party appear at the scene?

"He was just one step away. He was already near Qingxiang Pavilion. The other party appeared out of nowhere."

"Which road did they take?" Zhang Yi asked as he pulled out the map on the table and marked it with a pencil.

“Yuzhong Middle Road.”

Zhang Yi followed the map and drew a circle on Qingxiang Pavilion. He thought quickly and said, "You go back to your original position and continue to play your role well."

He hung up the phone immediately and called Monkey again:
"You must immediately take people to various stations and major traffic arteries and prepare for the worst. If Holden tries to escape, stop them for me."

After hanging up the phone, he called Qian Xiaosan again: "Notify the mobile team immediately and ask them to withdraw. Don't alert the enemy. Just wait and see what happens."

After hanging up the phone, he rushed out and headed for Qingxiang Pavilion without stopping.

Over here, in the Dodge car carrying Holden, the driver was driving, glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Soon, the black Buick sedan behind them turned and drove into another branch road.

On the other side of the street, a Ford sedan accelerated past them and drove ahead, and behind it, a domestically produced Minsheng brand car emitting black smoke inadvertently followed.

The driver of the Dodge sedan seemed to understand something. He slowly released his pressure on the accelerator and slowed down the car.

Behind them, in the Minsheng brand car that was emitting black smoke, the driver said vigilantly: "The target is slowing down, what should we do?"

The plainclothes officer sitting in the passenger seat thought for a moment and said, "The section chief has told us that we'd rather lose the car than alert the enemy and rush over."

"Good."

As the driver spoke, he stepped on the accelerator, black smoke billowed, and he quickly overtook the Dodge car that had slowed down.

Inside the Dodge, the driver had a calm expression on his face. He had been looking at the Ford that had overtaken them before, which was driving at a constant speed in front of them.

After thinking about it, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car shot out like an arrow, directly overtaking the Ford car in front.

The two plainclothes officers in the back seat suddenly rushed forward due to inertia. They grabbed the seats and looked at the driver and asked, "What happened?"

"It seems like someone is following us." The driver looked ahead and said in a low voice.

The two plainclothes officers looked at each other with a stern look in their eyes as they looked at the unconscious Holden.

In the Ford sedan, two plainclothes officers dressed as businessmen also looked at each other.

One person asked: "Has it been exposed?"

The other man frowned, not knowing how to reply. Suddenly, he saw a man holding a newspaper at the telephone booth in front of him. He seemed very excited. He waved the newspaper while talking on the phone. He understood and said:

"withdraw."

The driver nodded, immediately turned the steering wheel and drove towards a fork in the road.

In the Dodge ahead, the driver glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that the Ford sedan had also disappeared.

Was that just an illusion?
But he was not reassured and continued driving at a constant speed. After waiting for a while and making sure that there were no other cars following behind him, he slowed down and drove to the side of an alley.

Parked here was a Dodge car that was exactly the same as the one they were riding in, even the license plate number was the same.

As soon as their car arrived, the Dodge that was originally lying here immediately rushed out.

The driver waited for a while and seeing nothing unusual, he nodded to the two people in the back seat.

Two men jumped out of the car quickly, one holding a screwdriver and the other taking out a license plate from behind his waist. Then, a completely different license plate was installed.

Then, the two got in the car and the driver turned around and returned the same way.

Here, Zhang Yi took a hot bath in the bathhouse diagonally opposite Qingxiang Pavilion, and walked to the bathhouse's lounge feeling refreshed.

Last night I packed things from Gao Xiaowei's private house by myself. My back and waist ached and I was exhausted.

In the lounge, several guests were lying on the recliners, reading newspapers, getting pedicures, getting back massages, and chatting intermittently.

Zhang Yi found a seat by the window and sat down, and the worker brought him tea.

"Sir, would you like a back massage?"

"no need."

After the worker left, Zhang Yi opened the window a little, and from here he could see the backyard of Qingxiang Pavilion. He drank tea quietly and read the newspaper, which was full of gossip.

"The largest casino in Shancheng City was destroyed. It is said that the police chief is the backer of the casino." "The casino owner is suspected of smuggling and selling opium."
Zhang Yixin said that the Ta Kung Pao was well-informed. Once this news came out, Director Tang’s position would be in jeopardy.

But that was all. Director Tang stepped down and Director Xu took over. After a while, Director Tang was reinstated.

Power is still in the hands of a few people. This is the social atmosphere. Even if you feel like you have a thorn in your throat, you can't do anything about it.

After reading the newspaper for a while, he noticed that the door to the backyard of Qingxiang Pavilion was opened, a car drove in, and then turned off the engine. It seemed that someone was waiting in the dark.

It seems that Horton's accomplices and superiors are very vigilant.

After confirming that the car had switched things up and made a circle, Zhang Yi left the bathhouse.

The windows of the upstairs lounge were also closed.

After leaving the bathhouse, he went to a teahouse not far away, where Monkey and Qian Xiaosan were already waiting in the private room.

"Virgo."

"The people who arrested Horton have returned. No matter who they are, we can at least conclude that Qingxiang Pavilion is very suspicious. It is not only the nest of Japanese spies, but also an important base."

The monkey was full of admiration and said, "Fortunately our people have withdrawn, otherwise they would have alerted the enemy."

Qian Xiaosan asked: "Director, should we close the net now?"

Zhang Yi did not answer directly, but asked him: "What are you going to do?"

"I will try my best to overcome all difficulties, deploy comprehensively, strike with precision, and strive to catch the Horton gang in one fell swoop."

"speak English!"

"I will send people in disguised as guests to find out the structure of the environment inside. I will also send people to set up an ambush around Qingxiang Pavilion. We will cooperate with them and try to..."

It's still the conventional way. Zhang Yi frowned and said:
"Killing one thousand enemies means losing eight hundred of our own. Once a firefight begins, it will definitely be a major battle. If everyone dies, the loss will outweigh the gain. It's best to find a way to capture them alive."

"Then," Monkey thought for a moment and said, "then we will ambush outside and wait for Horton to come out. We will pin him down first and continue to monitor Qingxiang Pavilion while interrogating him. If we can't get a confession in a short time, we will attack by force."

Zhang Yi did not comment, but just looked at the two and said, "I will assign all the people from the Intelligence Section to you, and the Operations Section will give you 20 experienced operations personnel.

You guys discuss it, no matter what method you use, you must capture them alive, the more the better."

"Yes." Although the two were surprised, they were immediately excited when they saw that the director had given them the task of arresting the person, and they agreed immediately.

Being a leader also requires art. Zhang Yi feels that he has learned some skills from both Boss Dai and He Zhiyuan.

That is, let others do things, and you just need to take charge of the overall situation. You don't have to do everything yourself.

If you do everything yourself, it will be detrimental to the growth and training of team members. It will make them dependent and lack initiative and creativity.

Furthermore, as a leader, he has no time for free as he has to take care of everything.

"Who did you say arrested Horton? An accomplice?"

"If he is an accomplice, why arrest him?"

“Could it be screening?”

"Identification?"

"Don't forget, he just got out of the Military Intelligence Bureau unscathed."

Here, Monkey and Qian Xiaosan were discussing, and on the other side, Horton was awakened by a basin of cold water. Under the glaring light, his right eyelid was still twitching slightly.

He squinted his eyes, and waited until he adjusted to the light before he could see his surroundings clearly.

This looked like an interrogation room, and he was handcuffed and tied to a chair.

Sitting opposite him were two men, one tall and one short. They were the ones who blocked his way and were now acting as interrogators.

One person is responsible for asking questions and one person is responsible for recording.

Maybe they were having a psychological battle with Horton, so neither of them spoke at first, but just stared at him with sharp eyes.

Horton was confused about the situation and also responded with silence.

After a while, the tall man spoke. He took out a blue Military Control Bureau ID and shook it:
"My name is Zhang Chao, and this is my colleague Xiao Ma, who works in the Military Control Bureau's Inspection Office. We just came back from a business trip. You should know why I asked you to come."

Holden remained silent. He didn't know whether the documents were authentic or not, and he couldn't be sure of the identities of the two people.

Zhang Chao looked at him and continued, "Holden, his ancestral home is in Hunan. He came to Chengdu in 37, met Gao Xiaowei, and then became his confidant, right?
Haha, this resume may fool others, but it can’t fool our inspection office.

We have found out that your real name is Watanabe Hayao and you are affiliated with the Shanghai Special High Section, so you are a Japanese spy, right?"

Holden remained silent, staring at him intently, wondering in his mind who knew his background.

Seeing that he remained silent, Zhang Chao continued, "You can fool those idiots in the Intelligence Section, but you can't fool us in the Inspection Office. Our undercover agents in the Special High Section have already sent back your information...

You should be very clear that a spy whose identity is exposed will only have one way to go, and that is death, whether he tells it or not.

Of course, you only have one life, Yu Ze, on your hands. If you are willing to redeem yourself and betray your accomplices, you will inevitably go to jail, but at least you can stay alive."

Having said that, Zhang Chao stopped again, waiting for Horton's reply.

But just now, Horton raised his eyelids slightly and caught a glimpse of the recorder Xiao Ma inadvertently glancing at the next door.

He immediately realized that the two people who were interrogating him were puppets and the real mastermind was hiding behind the scenes.

Although the two tried their best to create an atmosphere, showing their credentials, making up an undercover agent, and using coercion and inducement to make him think that this was a military interrogation room, but people who couldn't hide such details had limited abilities and would not be sent to target him. After figuring this out, he closed his eyes impatiently.

"Have you thought about it? We can consider any request you have."

Hearing this, Holden sneered in his heart, broke the silence, and said innocently:
"I am just an honest businessman, not a spy as you say. You have found the wrong person."

Zhang Chao smiled contemptuously: "You still dare to quibble? Don't refuse my toast and drink the penalty wine."

Holden had a blank expression on his face and closed his eyes again.

There was a long standoff and silence. After a while, Xiao Ma said:
"Go ahead and torture him. Why bother competing with such a diehard? After going through all of this, I've said everything. Director Mao is still waiting for a response."

"Okay, let him see the methods of our inspection office."

As they spoke, Zhang Chao and Xiao Ma stood up, lifted Horton from the chair, carried him out of the interrogation room and into the next room.

There was a wooden bed and a bucket of ice water.

Horton was fixed to the wooden bed, with a piece of gauze covering his face. Zhang Chao scooped a bucket of water and poured it on the gauze while asking:
"Say it or not, you will not be sentenced to death if you make up for your crime. I'll ask you one last time, will you tell me or not?"

Seeing such a simple interrogation room, Horton was more certain of his guess and knew what he was about to face. However, he felt more at ease. He had gone through this kind of screening interrogation countless times during the training class. He was almost dead every time, but he could survive it and struggled and shouted:

"You are forcing me to confess through torture. I am not a Japanese spy. Even if you kill me, I am not a Japanese spy."

Zhang Chao stopped talking. He signaled Xiao Ma to hold Horton's head and increased the flow of water to pour on Horton's head.

After the gauze was soaked, it was instantly stuck to Horton's face. The water cut off the air, and he trembled all over, feeling suffocated instantly.

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(End of this chapter)