My spy diary

Chapter 410 Huoxiang Zhengqi Powder (asking for monthly ticket)
In Ruihua Teahouse, customers and waiters were walking back and forth.

Secretary Guo was leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the box.

Suddenly, "Click, click," there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

I saw three men walking up to the second floor of the teahouse. The one walking in front looked gentle and polite. Behind him were two sturdy men, one fat and one thin, with scars on their faces.

Fat Scar arrived at the door and raised his hand to knock three times, twice lightly.

The door opened and Secretary Guo stood inside, looking at them with a reserved expression.

"Excuse me, is this the tea that Mr. Liu set out?" Fat Scar asked politely.

Mr. Liu is a broker in the black market, and it was he who introduced these three killers. Secretary Guo nodded.

Fat Scar smiled slightly, nodded to the gentle man, and stepped aside to make way. The gentle man walked in first. Secretary Guo then realized that the gentle man was the leader.

Secretary Guo invited the gentleman to sit down, and two men with scars, one fat and one thin, stood behind him.

After all, it was their first meeting and the atmosphere was a bit dull. In order to ease the atmosphere, Secretary Guo smiled and took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and put them on the table.

The gentleman glanced at him, a trace of annoyance flashing across his face:
"What do you mean?"

"Chun Xiang Lou is next door. Take this money and take your two little brothers there to relax."

It turned out to be the case.

The gentleman smiled and handed it to the younger brother behind him, asking him to keep it.

They were here to do serious business today, so they naturally couldn't go to a brothel. However, the other party was trying to ease the atmosphere with good intentions, so they couldn't refuse and embarrass the other party.

The atmosphere instantly became harmonious, and Secretary Guo got to the point: "How about you introduce yourselves?"

"My name is Huo Jin, and they are my brothers, Huo Yin and Huo Tong." The gentleman said straightforwardly, "We are professional killers, with several lives on our hands. We have been wanted, but those useless policemen can't find us at all. Haha, as a result, we have earned a nickname, Huoxiang Zhengqi San. Have you heard of it, sir?"

I have heard of it, but that was from Sun Simiao's "Qian Jin Yi Fang" in the Tang Dynasty.

This medicine name can also be used as a nickname? Could it be that the three members of the Huo family used to run a medicine shop?
Secretary Guo was secretly puzzled, but he complimented her:

"So you are the famous Huoxiang Zhengqi Powder?"

"That's right!" Hawking smiled proudly, "They always thought Huoxiang Zhengqi San was one person, but in fact, there are three people. We brothers are serial killers."

Huo Yin, Huo Tong and Rong Youyan behind him each puffed out their chests, looking extremely proud.

Secretary Guo nodded on the surface but sneered in his heart. No matter whether you have one or three Huoxiang Zhengqi Powders or how famous you are in the underworld, you are at best an actor today.

However, the other party was so "professional" that he could not let them underestimate him. Glancing at the bulge on Huo Yin and Huo Tong's waists, he said bluntly: "If I'm not mistaken, you guys are using .38, right?"

"I admire you, sir, you have a keen eye."

Hawking's eyes flashed with a hint of light, and he gave a thumbs up. "The .45 is stable, accurate and ruthless. The .38 does not jam. It is sold on the black market and cannot be found."

Secretary Guo smiled reservedly, picked up a Chinese medicine bag from his feet and placed it on the table.

Hawking opened it and saw three old and new Mauser pistols and dozens of bullets inside. There were also three household registration documents hidden at the bottom. He frowned and asked, "What does this mean?"

"That's what the higher-ups asked us to do." Secretary Guo didn't explain, but took out another small yellow croaker and pushed it over. "Just follow their orders. As long as the job is done, all your past mistakes will be wiped out, and you can start a new life from now on."

Seeing that Hawking was still hesitating, he emphasized, "This is just a deposit. There will be another one after the deal is done. If you are willing to serve the country, it would not be a problem for the big boss to give you a position."

Before Hawking could say anything, Huo Yin and Huo Tong were already looking at him with hope. No one is born a bad person, and who is born willing to be a killer? If one can whitewash himself and get a job and eat food, who would be willing to hide and wander around?

After only a few seconds of hesitation, Hawking said without hesitation: "Let's do it."

The next thing was simple. Secretary Guo took out a photo from his arms and showed it to the few people. He told them the home address of the target and gave them some more instructions before letting them leave.

After the few people left, Secretary Guo walked to the front desk of the teahouse and dialed a number: "Boss, the show is about to begin."

"Copper, cheer up."

"Brother, my third brother is too fat. Why don't you let him pull the cart? He's tiring me to death."

"Why are you tired? For people in our industry, making money is the biggest motivation. With money and beautiful women, how can you still feel tired?"

Huo Tong clenched his fists tightly: "That's right, I want to make money."

"My eldest brother's wife is still single, and you want to find a woman too?"

Huo Tong lowered his head shyly.

Hawking laughed and said, "What kind do you want to find?"

"Once I finish this job and get paid, I'll find someone... well, someone who's pretty, charming, gentle, and won't lose her temper with me. She'll obey me in everything."

"So you just want to find a prostitute?"

"I"

"Stop." Hawking stopped the rickshaw and patted his second brother on the shoulder: "You are right to think so. The old saying is right, if you are rich and powerful but don't visit prostitutes, it's like wearing fine clothes and walking at night. After we finish this big job, the three of us will look for it together. But..."

As he spoke, his face straightened: "We three brothers can't all look for prostitutes, can we? What's the point of that? It's okay to have fun, but we still have to find wives from decent families. The matter of carrying on the family line is not a joke."

"Brother is right. He promised me that."

The three brothers of the Huo family, one pulling a rickshaw and two squeezing on a rickshaw, talked about their respective ambitions and described the wonderful life that would follow after they finished this job.

This time all three of them were in disguise. The second brother was thin and nimble, so he dressed as a rickshaw driver. The eldest brother wore a long gown and a top hat, while the second brother wore a cotton coat and a felt hat, so they dressed as the boss's employee.

The three of them were now wandering on the side of the road not far from Zhang Yi's house, their eyes fixed on the opposite side. The second brother was leaning on a rickshaw with the awning pulled down. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to notice that there were two people squeezed in the car.

It was getting darker, but the target still didn't show up, and the few people were getting annoyed.

"Brother."

"Don't talk, let me think about it." The eldest brother, Hawking, frowned, pondered for a while, pointed to the residential area opposite and said:
"The people who live here are either rich or noble. It's their last shot anyway, so they might as well do a big one."

The second brother's eyes widened: "Brother, do you want to rape me again?"

"idiot."

Hawking snorted and rolled his eyes at him: "I mean, since we're going to kill someone anyway, we might as well rob them at the same time.

We ambushed at his house in advance, packed up his gold and silver, waited for him to come back, and then killed him directly. It was so clean and neat that even if the police investigated, they would think it was a robbery.

This will confuse their attention. By the time they go to catch those "sparrows", we brothers will have transformed into government officials. Maybe this job will fall on us three brothers.
Well, then we can find another unlucky guy and say that he did it. Then it will be another business where we can get rewarded for our meritorious service."

"Sparrow" is a slang term that refers to habitual thieves who specialize in breaking into houses and picking locks. Many of these people have criminal records but refuse to change despite repeated admonitions.

There are two types of thieves: one is just a petty thief, called a Wenque; the other is someone who dares to rob and kill people, called a Wuque.

"Great, eldest brother is still a strong-willed person." The two younger brothers were full of admiration.

"Humph, do you think you read my Art of War for nothing?" Hawking said seriously, "Do you know what this is called? Escape by borrowing a knife to kill someone. Action!"

A cold night.

Zhang Yi stood in front of the window, hooked a corner of the curtain with his fingers, and looked out through the gap.

Following his gaze, across the street, the rickshaw had been lying there for a long time, refusing to pick up several passengers. Needless to say, there was something wrong. Thinking of the car that had fallen behind him not long after leaving Luo Dawan Courtyard, his heart tightened, and he had too many questions in his mind. Who were these people?

From the inspection room?

Ever since a traitor appeared in the bureau headquarters, while Boss Dai sent people to carry out tasks, the Inspection Office would also secretly place spies to monitor, and they used a variety of methods.

Boss Dai has mastered the art of monitoring others and conducting repeated inspections.

But there are no tasks recently? Why are the people in the inspection room staring at me?

The Red Party? Or the Central Bureau of Investigation?
After discovering that someone was monitoring him, Zhang Yi temporarily changed his plan. Instead of parking the car in front of the front door as usual, he parked far away and climbed into the house through the rear window.

After returning home, he carefully checked the house and found no bugs, not even any signs of intrusion.

But he did not dare to relax. After calling Qian Xiaosan and Monkey, he became secretly alert.

It's unclear who is the enemy or not. Perhaps going straight in is the most effective way to solve this mystery. No matter who it is, just catch him first.

While I was thinking, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.

Zhang Yi picked up the phone, and the monkey on the other side said in code: "This is a guest from my eldest cousin's house, how should we entertain him?"

"It's my eldest cousin's house, so open the door and welcome guests."

After saying this, Zhang Yi hung up the phone.

The eldest cousin was naturally referring to the Central Bureau of Investigation. Opening the door to welcome guests was a tactic of playing hard to get and waiting to see what would happen.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Zhang Yi had just put down the phone when there was a light knock on the door.

Zhang Yi became alert, immediately loaded the bullet and hid in the corner.

There was a pause outside the door, and then the knock sounded again, a little harder this time.

Zhang Yi held his breath and continued to wait. This knock on the door was definitely not from his own side, but no matter who it was, it would be dangerous for him.

Soon, his judgment was confirmed. Seeing no response from inside the house, the people outside began to pry the lock. The "clicking" sound was probably caused by fiddling with the keyhole with wire.

Seeing such unprofessionalism, Zhang Yi instantly thought of the rickshaw driver he had just glimpsed. He was answering the phone just now, and without paying attention, this guy actually slipped in front of his door.

"Second brother, be quiet."

At this time, someone spoke. The voice was very subtle, but Zhang Yi still caught it.

Listening carefully again, I could hear the faint sound of rapid breathing, coming from far away and gradually getting closer. It was not coming from the person who was speaking. It was obvious that there were three people outside the door.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi secretly raised his pistol, with the black muzzle pointing at the door.

At this moment, the person who was unlocking the door outside had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead. Huo Yin looked depressed. Normally, it only took a dozen seconds at most to open a lock like this, but today more than a minute had passed and the lock still hadn't been opened. At this moment, he was indeed a little panicked.

"How about kicking it open?" the man with rapid breathing said in a muffled voice.

"Idiot, you broke the door, what if the target finds you?"

The subtle sound rang out again, followed by a click, as if the lighter had been lit. He said gloomily:

"Isn't this just an ordinary Double Happiness brand lock? Half of the people in Shancheng use this kind of lock. Second brother, why did it fail at the critical moment?"

"Right away, right away." The second brother said impatiently. He pulled out the wire, bit it with his teeth, then inserted it in and poked it hard. He pulled it hard, and suddenly there was a "click" sound, and the lock was finally opened.

The second brother immediately opened the door and prepared to go in, but the eldest brother, Hawking, grabbed him and whispered, "Be more professional."

As he spoke, he took out some rags from his arms and said, "Cover your face."

Seeing several people rustling around at the door, Zhang Yi, who was lying in ambush in the corner, laughed in surprise. He wondered where the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics had found these stupid thieves.

He calmly put away his gun, drew a dagger, and waited.

Footsteps gradually sounded, the door closed again, and the three thieves moved forward in the dark.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in the corner. Hawking, who was leading the team, knew something was wrong. He reached for his gun and shouted alertly, "Who?"

But it was too late. As soon as he finished speaking, the black shadow was in front of him. A big hand suddenly locked his neck and pulled it down, and the knee pressed against his belly. Before he could scream, another hand knife hit the back of his neck. Hawking's eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

"Brother?!" a figure shouted and rushed over suddenly. He was greeted with a heavy punch and hit the wall with a bang.

The fat man at the back was breathing rapidly. Seeing that things were not going well, he didn't care about his elder brother or second brother and turned around and ran towards the door.

But a big hand grabbed his hair, and before he could draw his pistol, the other hand twisted his chin, and used both hands as if rubbing a rattle, twisting it hard, and with a snap, the fat man suddenly fell to the ground.

"Damn, you are..." The man who had just hit the wall turned over in a panic, holding the revolver tightly with both hands. Before he could finish his words, a dagger slashed directly at his neck. With a "hiss", the trachea and the carotid artery were cut, and a stream of blood gushed out.

This man was the second in command, Huo Yin. At the moment, he had no time to shoot. Instead, he subconsciously covered his neck with his hands and stepped back, staring at the figure in the darkness in horror. He fell into the corner of the wall after taking a few steps back, and blood was still gushing out from his arteries.

Zhang Yi followed the sound of a pistol falling to the ground and kicked it away. He turned on the flashlight and confiscated the guns from the other two people. Then he looked at Huo Yin coldly and asked, "Who hired you?"

Huo Yin wanted to beg for mercy, but found that his throat was cut. He opened his mouth but could not make a sound. After struggling for a few times, he fell down and died.

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, took out a revolver, and fired several shots at the living room.

A black car was parked in the shadows on the other side of the road. Not far away, several vendors were wandering on the street, some selling newspapers, some selling cigarettes, but they would occasionally glance towards the alley opposite.

In the car, "Chief Director" Secretary Guo was resting with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, glanced at his watch, frowned and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

According to the plan, several people were lying in ambush near Zhang Yi's house, ready to launch a sudden attack as soon as he went out. If it didn't work today, they would do it tomorrow. However, these three idiots unexpectedly created trouble and sneaked into the target's house.

A few minutes passed and there was no movement.

After all, you are a "serial killer", so why don't you make some noise?

"That shouldn't be the case?" The captain of the operations team next to him stared out the car window and responded casually.

Secretary Guo looked unhappy, snorted, and asked, "Has Mr. Huo's house been decorated?"

The team leader gave a positive answer: "We have fake IDs, Red Party propaganda ads, books, secret intelligence, guns and ammunition. We have everything we need."

There are plenty of these things seized in the Central Bureau of Investigation warehouses.

"That's good. We have to act realistically so that it can withstand scrutiny." Before Secretary Guo could finish his words, a burst of gunfire suddenly broke the silence of the night.

"It's the sound of a revolver. The Reds are taking action."

The captain of the operation team said this and jumped out of the car. He waved to the plainclothes officers not far away. A flurry of footsteps was heard and a dozen plainclothes officers disguised as street vendors rushed towards Zhang Yi's home.

After a while, "bang bang bang", several more gunshots were heard.

"It's done!"

Hearing the gunshot, Secretary Guo was secretly proud of himself. He opened the car door and was about to check the results. At this moment, a figure rushed over, opened the car door, and put a gun to his forehead.

"Don't move. If you move, you'll die. Get out of the car."

Secretary Guo was suddenly shocked and looked as pale as death.

……

(End of this chapter)