My spy diary

Chapter 415 Drunkard (asking for monthly ticket)

"Seat."

Mao Qiwu rushed into Dai Chunfeng's office without even knocking on the door.

Dai Chunfeng certainly understood his feelings, but at the same time he found it a little unbelievable. How could a bandit be so rampant that he even dared to target banks and the Military Control Commission? If he could catch this guy, he would skin him alive.

Although he was extremely annoyed, he held back. He was determined not to let the mood of frustration spread indefinitely in the bureau. It had to stop with him.

Thinking of this, he asked Mao Qiwu as calmly as possible:

"Tell me about the situation."

After the bank case broke out, Military Intelligence Bureau agents quickly blocked the bank exit. Police also rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, took control of several nearby streets, and searched for suspicious elements everywhere, but found nothing.

Mao Qiwu and the people in the inspection room investigated for several hours and took dozens of notes, but no suspicious persons were found.

"Yes." Mao Qiwu organized the conversation and said, "According to the current situation, there is only one gangster, and he is driving an imported Cadillac."

"Cadillac?"

This is a luxury car brand under the American General Motors Group. It was founded in 1902. Its models are luxuriously designed, exquisitely crafted, and have excellent performance. It was one of the favorite cars of the dignitaries and wealthy businessmen at that time.

"Just now, the police station received a call from Dean Ju's family's driver, saying that he was robbed while accompanying the young master to the mall, and that he was knocked unconscious and stuffed into the trunk. According to this person's description, the robber was a playboy-like man."

"Is there a portrait?"

"The man was so frightened that he could not speak clearly and could not describe the robber's appearance at all. However, we showed him the description of the bank witness and confirmed that the carjacking and the bank were the same person."

"same person?"

"Yes, the criminal entered the bank before Liu Gongyun to scout the place. After kidnapping a bank employee, he pretended to be a bank employee and led Liu Gongyun into a remote corner, where he suddenly attacked her. In the process, he also killed a bank security guard who heard the noise. Then, he took the checks that Liu Gongyun had with him and took away $20."

"By the way, the criminal used a .38 caliber pistol. No gunshot was heard at the time of the crime. I guess he used a silencer."

"It was neat and unhurried. The more I listened, the more I felt like it was done by one of our own people." Dai Chunfeng's face darkened again.

"Qi Wu thought so too." Mao Qi Wu said thoughtfully, paused, and continued:

"Commander, we have questioned the people who knew that Liu Gongyun was carrying checks. They had no time to notify their accomplices. Now we just need to find out who saw Liu Gongyun today. He was not in the bureau at the time of the crime, and everything will be clear."

Dai Chunfeng raised his eyebrows, thinking over his words carefully. There were thousands of people working in the bureau headquarters, excluding the clerical staff, there were many people who had such ability. It was impossible to check them one by one, wouldn't that make people panic?
But if the time of the crime is taken into account, the circle of suspicion will be further narrowed.

His eyes lit up and he asked, "Is there a list?"

"Yes." Mao Qiwu was extremely cautious. Although the office door was tightly closed and he and Dai Chunfeng were the only two people in the room, he still moved closer to Boss Dai and said in a very small voice:

"At the time of the incident, three directors, deputy directors, four section chiefs, six field directors, and 23 special agents were out. The inspection office has verified that all of them were on missions, and all of them had witnesses, except for two."

"Who?" Dai Chunfeng's eyes narrowed.

"Zhao Yifeng and Zhang Yi from the Intelligence Department."

"Zhang Yi?" Dai Chunfeng frowned. He remembered that it was Liu Gongyun who was summoned after meeting Zhang Yi. Not only had the two met, but the tasks they performed were also closely related.

Zhang Yi was sent to Dongjiang, Guangdong to organize the investigation of the robbery and recover Hu Die's property, but he knew that Guangdong was out of reach and was a Japanese war zone. If the case could not be solved, other ways would have to be considered.

It was with this in mind that he asked Liu Gongyun to go to the bank to withdraw money.

If Hu Die's lost jewelry and clothes cannot be found, with the bills, someone can be sent to purchase them from abroad.

Although it is not the original, it is newer in style and color and has a higher value. Hu Die has seen the world, and seeing how attentive she is, what else can she say?

But the people who were supposed to solve the case had not yet set out, and the money needed for the backup plan was robbed. Isn't this a complete loss of both parties?

Could it be that Zhang Yi really did it? He does have the ability, but what is his motive?

Dai Chunfeng looked at him and said seriously, "Is there any evidence?"

Mao Qiwu noticed Boss Dai's hesitation and immediately said anxiously, "I called his home several times but no one answered. Now it has come to this point. I must find him and ask him face to face."

Dai Chunfeng frowned. What was Zhang Yi's reason and motive for doing this? Besides, he was not in the bureau. He was on vacation.

Seeing that Dai Chunfeng was still hesitant, Mao Qiwu said earnestly: "Commander, that's $20, enough to arm a reinforced regiment. People die for money and birds die for food. If it's any later, he will run away."

People die for money and birds die for food! Boss Dai was convinced by this sentence: "Go ahead and do it."

"Yes."

Zhang Yi's photo was currently being placed on the table in Mao Qiwu's office, and three or four capable plainclothes officers from the inspection office were looking at the photo carefully.

Mao Qiwu urged, "You all know Deputy Director Zhang, right? Look carefully and engrave him in your heart and bones. Not only that, I also want you to use your imagination and think of him wearing a mask, sunglasses, or even dressed as a woman."

After a while, several plainclothes officers raised their heads one after another, indicating that they were ready.

Mao Qiwu looked at his watch and began to assign tasks: "I have notified the city gates and major traffic arteries to assist in the investigation. You take people to the railway station, bus station, and dock. Once you see him, arrest him immediately."

"Everyone, check your weapons and bring plenty of bullets to be prepared. Let's go."

Several plainclothes officers immediately stood up and rushed out upon hearing the order. Mao Qiwu took advantage of the situation and grabbed a plainclothes officer and winked at him.

The plainclothes officer understood and slowed down his pace. After everyone left, Mao Qiwu whispered to the man:

"Your mission will be handed over to someone else soon. You are only responsible for two things: first, search his home; second, keep a close eye on his subordinates in the Intelligence Department, especially Monkey and Qian Xiaosan, and follow their phone calls and letters, including everyone they come into contact with."

"Understood." After receiving the order, the plainclothes officer asked again, "Do you want to use your gun?"

Mao Qiwu said without hesitation: "Once a conflict occurs, guns can be used."

"Yes." The plainclothes officer walked away with a stern look on his face.

Everything that needed to be arranged had been arranged, and there should be no details left out. Mao Qiwu was full of confidence, pacing along while thinking secretly in his mind.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.

"Did you find anything?"

Mao Qiwu grabbed the phone and felt his heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds, but soon his face darkened and he couldn't say a word.

It was not until he heard a frequent "Hello" sound from the other end of the phone that he came to his senses and responded, "This is the Military Intelligence Bureau Secretariat. Zhang Yi is indeed a member of our Military Intelligence Bureau. What's wrong with him? What?"

After hanging up the phone, Mao Qiwu sighed deeply, then picked up the phone again and said tiredly, "Pass the message. The plan is cancelled. Let them all withdraw. Yes, all of them."

After giving the order, he sat there in a daze for a while before instructing his secretary, "Prepare the car and go to the Yuzhong Police Station."

It was getting dark.

When Mao Qiwu and his companions arrived at the police station, the chief of the police branch and others were already waiting respectfully.

"Director Mao's presence brings honor to our firm"

Mao Qiwu didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, interrupted him, and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

The chief said: "It's nothing, just a fight. We received the call and brought the man back. Both of them were drunk and could not give a statement.

Just now, a man sobered up and said he was a member of the Military Control Commission, but he couldn't provide any ID. We didn't dare to be careless, so we had to call to verify. "Fight?"

"Yes, according to eyewitnesses at the time, one person touched the other's shoulder and stared at him twice. Then the other person refused to give in, so the other person, no, Deputy Director Zhang, started fighting. However, Deputy Director Zhang didn't suffer any loss."

As he spoke, his voice became a little lower. "That person over there was a wounded veteran of the 74th Army of the National Army. He lost one arm and went crazy and got drunk every day. He is a pauper. It's probably a bit risky to ask him to pay compensation, but we have already taught him a lesson on behalf of Deputy Director Zhang."

A few hours ago, Zhang Yi walked into a Sichuan restaurant on the street and heard a noisy sound not far away. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a drunk man staggering and stopping passers-by to grumble:

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a broken hand? When I asked the National Army to conscript men to fight the Japanese on the battlefield, what were you guys doing?"

When passers-by saw the drunk, they all walked away in fear.

The drunkard became even more aggressive, pointing at a fat businessman and cursing, "Son of a bitch, I'm talking about you, you fat-headed businessman, have you ever donated money? Have you ever donated guns? Fuck you, you only know how to hide in the rear and enjoy the feast. I'll fuck your ancestors."

Having said that, he pounced on him.

Although the businessman was fat, he was agile and dodged the attack. The drunk man stumbled and fell, causing passers-by to laugh.

The businessman cursed "son of a bitch" and walked away.

The drunk took a long time to get up. He found a corner to sit down, hunched over, and continued to complain as if no one was around.

Zhang Yi seemed to be thinking about something and went straight into the Sichuan restaurant.

It was past mealtime and there were no other diners in the restaurant. The owner and chef was dozing off at the counter, and the proprietress was sitting on a small stool at the back kitchen entrance, picking vegetables.

An old clock next to the counter was ticking tirelessly.

"Boss, please cook some home-cooked dishes and give me a pot of wine."

Zhang Yi picked a relatively clean table and sat down, then took out two hundred-dollar bills.

Seeing the guests, the proprietress greeted them warmly and served them tea and water, while the boss turned around and went into the kitchen without saying a word.

Later the proprietress also went into the kitchen to help out.

Zhang Youyi glanced at his watch, then looked up at the wall clock, and quietly walked forward to set the clock forward half an hour.

After a while, several home-cooked dishes were served. While eating, he casually asked, "What time is it?"

The boss glanced up and said in a muffled voice, "Three o'clock soon."

"It's already three o'clock?"

"Isn't it? What do you do for a living? It's quite late for dinner."

"Do a little business."

Zhang Yi ate, drank, and chatted about family matters.

Soon, he finished eating, smacked his lips and said, "The dish is good. Give me another portion of the same dish and take it away."

Then he took out two more bills and placed them on the table.

The boss and his wife were overjoyed. They took the money and went back to the kitchen to get busy.

Zhang Yi calmly adjusted the time on the wall clock back.

Soon, he took the packed food and drinks and walked out of the restaurant, and walked towards the drunk man sitting in the corner not far away.

Face to face, Zhang Yi stared at the drunkard, who was a little frightened by his gaze. He asked with sleepy eyes, "Look at the hammer."

Zhang Yi handed him the food and drinks.

The drunk was stunned and took it in disbelief: "For me?"

"Have you ever fought against the Japanese?"

"That's it." The drunk tore the oil-paper bag open with his mouth, picked up the food, and ate it voraciously. He stretched out his severed hand and said incoherently:

"Did you see that? I blocked the sword with one hand, and even though my hand was broken, I still managed to kill a Japanese sergeant."

"You're kidding, right? The Japanese used bayonets in hand-to-hand combat, right? The Nationalist Army used broadswords."

"You bastard, you're lying. The devils are holding big swords."

"That's bullshit, right? You brag without thinking." Zhang Yi approached the drunk with a look of disdain on his face, looking at him with contempt:
"You're not a deserter, are you? It's because of cowards like you that the national army suffers defeat after defeat on the battlefield—"

"Oh!"

The drunk man got angry, threw away his food and punched Zhang Yi in the face.

Zhang Yi was also angry and punched the other party back.

Then the two men started to wrestle.

Passersby watched all this in amazement until a passing patrolman blew his whistle.

At this time, after listening to the director's report, Mao Qiwu did not comment. He thought for a while, whispered a few words to his secretary, and then said, "Let's meet the person first."

"Okay, Director Mao, please come this way." The director led the way in a flattering manner, entered the duty room, and finally saw Zhang Yi.

At this moment, Zhang Yi's nose and eyes were swollen. When he saw Mao Qiwu coming, he said nothing.

Mao Qiwu saw that he smelled of alcohol and his injuries did not seem fake. He looked at him for a while and asked casually:
"Deputy Director Zhang, what did you do today?"

"I was resting at home, and then I went to eat. I felt sorry for the drunk and wanted to help him, but who would have thought that he had such a bad temper and was so ruthless."

"Oh, what time did you go out?"

"I didn't notice. It was three o'clock when we got to the restaurant. Why are you asking this? What happened?"

It was three o'clock. The crime had just happened at that time and Zhang Yi was too busy to handle everything. It was impossible for him to commit the crime and eat in a restaurant at the same time. What went wrong?

Mao Qiwu felt extremely frustrated and exhausted. At this moment, his secretary came over and whispered something in his ear, which made him even more disappointed and frustrated.

"Help Deputy Director Zhang with the formalities, and then send him home."

After saying this, he left the police station directly, facing the cold wind of the night, with an elusive expression on his gloomy and tired face.

If it’s not Zhang Yi, could it be Zhao Yifeng from the Intelligence Department?
But this person also disappeared.

Just as he was getting into the car, a plainclothes officer hurried over and said, "Director Mao, we received a tip that someone wants to exchange a large amount of US dollars on the black market tonight."

"Is the news confirmed?"

"No problem. I'm very familiar with this informant. The information he provides is always accurate."

"Great, set up control immediately." A glow gradually appeared on Mao Qiwu's face, and his eyes became bright, completely free of the tiredness just now.

(End of this chapter)