My spy diary

Chapter 416 Connection (please vote for me)

"Deputy Director Zhang, you should go to bed early."

"Deputy Director Zhang?"

"Ok?"

"Okay, there's business to do. Let's go."

Watching Zhang Yi turn over and gradually begin to breathe steadily, the two plainclothes officers looked at each other, turned around and left, closing the door heavily.

The room fell into deathly silence, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Zhang Yi lay on the bed, motionless, as if he was really drunk.

After a while, when he was sure that the plainclothes officers from the inspection room had gone far away, he moved his fingers slightly, and then slowly raised his head. His eyes instantly became clear and sharp, and he didn't look drunk at all.

He quickly stood up, tiptoed to the window, carefully lifted a corner of the curtain, and observed whether the plainclothes officer outside had left.

After confirming it was safe, he quickly returned to the bedroom, changed his clothes, and went to the bathroom.

When he came out again, he had become a man of about 26 or 27 years old, with a slightly dark complexion, sharp eyes, and eyebrows and eyes that resembled a popular male star in movie magazines.

He checked his guns and ammunition, tied a grenade to the back of the door with a thin rope, and then left through the living room window.

After getting out of the window, he took out a needle with a thin thread on it from his pocket, tied the tail end tightly to the window bolt, and tied it into a noose. Then he closed the window from the outside, pulled out the thread, and pulled it hard. The window bolt inside was inserted into the socket, and the window was opened from the inside.

Then, he pulled the end of the thin thread that came out of the window gap and tugged it hard. The buckle inside came undone easily. He pulled hard again and the thin thread was pulled out completely.

In this way, the window was bolted from the outside easily and without leaving any trace.

Quickly clearing the marks on the windowsill, he turned and left.

Xu Zengen's home was still full of guests. Several ladies sat together playing mahjong, while several other male guests were drinking champagne and chatting.

The man was a little irritable and was looking at documents alone in the study.

The beginning of the document still uses the writing style of "Deputy Director Xu Zeng'en of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics". This is Mr. Chang's usual writing style. When issuing orders to the two bureaus, he only mentions the deputy director's name, but does not mention the director.

As a result, even if Director He of the Military Intelligence Bureau and Director Zhu of the Central Bureau of Investigation wanted to inquire about the affairs of the bureau, they had no choice but to keep their mouths shut when they saw this writing style.

But there are exceptions to everything. Director He really doesn't ask about the Military Control Commission.

Because the relationship between Chang and Dai is very direct, Dai Chunfeng always goes directly to the old man for instructions and reports when he has any problems. The real director is Chang.

The situation of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics is different. First of all, Director Zhu is the director concurrently serving as the Secretary-General of the Central Committee. This position is above the ministers of various departments. It can be said that he is the third in command in the party after the president and vice president.

With such a powerful position to remotely control the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, Xu Zengen had to be cautious.

Furthermore, Director Zhu was not only a top celebrity in Chang's Jiangsu and Zhejiang bureaucratic group, but he also had strong political ambitions and power tactics, and a strong desire to fight for power. There was no reason not to seize power. In this way, his forces successfully penetrated into the Central Bureau of Investigation and eventually formed an important force that could directly compete with Xu Zengen.

The old man has been very rude to him recently, and to a certain extent has condoned the rise and fall of Director Zhu's power. Seeing that his "throne" of the Central Bureau of Investigation is crumbling and is about to be taken over by "his own people", how can he not be angry.

But what can he do?
The reason is that they are not strong enough in fighting against the Reds. But now it is the period of cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, so where can they fight against the Reds?

Red Party Office?
If he really wanted to do something that would go against the world's will, not to mention Chang, the spit of people all over the world would be enough to drown him.

While I was daydreaming, the phone on the table rang.

He picked up the phone and whispered, "Who?"

A hoarse and excited voice came from the other side: "Is that Secretary Guo?"

"wrong number."

"No, Secretary Guo said to call this number if you can't get in touch with him. How could he have called the wrong number?" The person on the other end seemed to be talking to himself.

"Who are you?" Xu Zengen was about to hang up the phone when he was startled by hearing this and asked hurriedly.

"Me? I'm Old Liu from the Black Market."

"Oh, Secretary Guo is not here. My last name is Xu. You can talk to me if you have anything to say."

"Are you Director Xu?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit flattering. "Sir, I have news for you. The Red Party wants to exchange a large amount of US dollars on the black market tonight."

After saying this, the phone hung up.

On the other end of the phone, Xu Zengen's expression became serious.

"Large amounts of US dollars? Red Party?" He muttered to himself for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he thought of something, and immediately made a phone call.

"My name is Xu Zengen. Please help me check the phone number that was dialed at my home at 9:10. Who is the owner of the house?"

After waiting for a while, the person on the other end seemed to be making a phone call to check. After a moment, he said, "Director, this is a public phone. It's located at the west entrance of Renhe Street in Yuzhong District."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Zengen made another call: "You should take people to the west entrance of Renhe Street immediately and bring back the Red Party members who are trading there."

At the same time, Zhang Yi, in disguise, has appeared at Huihai Teahouse.

The time is 21:10.

He stood in the shadow opposite the teahouse and observed for a while. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he crossed the street calmly.

As soon as you enter the main entrance of the teahouse, on the left side of the counter in the first floor hall, near the kitchen, there is a hunched old man with white hair sitting against the wall. His vein-exposed hands are trembling as he holds a chess piece. His cloudy eyes shuttle between the chess record and the chess game on the table, undecided.

This position has a wide view and you can see everyone entering and leaving the teahouse. If anything unexpected happens, you can immediately retreat through the kitchen and can move forward or backward.

Zhang Yi concluded that this person was the contact person Zheng Huhe.

But Lao Zheng’s makeup skills are also amazing.

Behind the counter, the shopkeeper was calculating on an abacus.

He glanced around and saw a few tea drinkers sitting sparsely at other tables. Some were reading newspapers and drinking by themselves, while others were drinking tea and playing chess.

Then he looked at his watch, the time was 21:14, and walked over to observe the chess game with interest.

"Can I sit here?"

“Whatever you want,” the old man muttered, without raising his head, but leaning forward slightly.

Zhang Yi chuckled, he did not hide the sound, Zheng Huhe must have heard it.

But even if they know each other, no one can admit it honestly until the time for the meeting.

Zhang Yi asked the waiter to bring a pot of tea, and after the waiter left, he asked, "Is the old gentleman playing a game of endgame?"

"Young man, do you also know chess?"

"I know a little bit."

"Oh." The old man casually glanced at the wall clock above the counter, put away the chess record, and revealed a folded Ta Kung Pao underneath. At the fold was half of a missing person notice.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi slowly took out a newspaper from his pocket and placed it on the missing person notice.

The old man looked at him seriously, with a hint of surprise and excitement.

But Zhang Yi looked calm and his eyes were bright, and he asked casually: "Can I smoke?"

"If you want to smoke, smoke it."

Zhang Yi took out a cigarette, searched his pockets, and asked, "Do you have a lighter?"

"I brought it." The old man tremblingly took out a box of matches and lit it. Zhang Yi leaned over and lit the tobacco.

The old man asked, "How old are you this year?"

Zhang Yi said, "35." The old man said, "It doesn't look like that."

Zhang Yi didn't say anything.

The connection was completed silently.

Zheng Huhe was slightly excited. Despite the forebodings, he still found it hard to believe that Zhang Yi was the famous "Deep Sea", no, the "Mermaid".

He widened his eyes in surprise, and then heard Zhang Yi pick up the white chess piece and say, "Next game?"

"Next game."

The chessboard was rearranged, and the two men began to fight on this small board.

Zheng Huhe seemed to have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. He always arranged the chess pieces of chariots, horses, and artillery neatly. In comparison, Zhang Yi seemed to be casual and just put the chess pieces down one by one.

Neither of them spoke. The fight on the chessboard was intense.

Soon, Zheng Huhe was defeated. Like an old man who was frustrated and humiliated after losing the game, he threw the chess piece away angrily, shouting "I won't play anymore", and ran out of the door.

Zhang Yi rearranged the chess pieces and drank some tea before leaving the teahouse.

After leaving the teahouse and walking a short distance, the two met again by a small river.

Zheng Huhe took a walnut out of his mouth, his voice no longer unclear, and he stretched out his hands: "Zheng Huhe."

Zhang Yi also immediately extended his hand: "Zhang Yi."

The two pairs of hands were then clasped together.

"Comrade Shenhai, I finally see you." Zheng Huhe became serious and said solemnly:

"Thank you for everything you have done for the organization over the years. I salute you! As a Red Party soldier, I pay you the highest respect from a soldier!"

Then he took a step back, stood at attention, and saluted Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi also stood at attention and saluted Zheng Huhe.

"Actually, I'm not as good as you think. I'm very selfish and always hesitant. But as a Chinese, when the country is in crisis, I have to do something." Zhang Yi sighed deeply.

"I understand. The country is in crisis. We have to do something for the country and the nation, even if it means a road of no return." Zheng Huhe said solemnly, "Actions are worse than words. Countless Red Party members and people with lofty ideals have been working tirelessly for the great cause of national independence. The most important thing at the moment is to drive the Japanese out of China."

"We'll see that day soon," Zhang Yi said affirmatively.

"I firmly believe that too." Zheng Huhe looked at his watch and suddenly changed the subject. "I am speaking to you on behalf of the Red Party's Shancheng Underground Party leadership."

Zhang Yi listened attentively.

“In order to strengthen the party’s leadership, the higher-ups have decided to set up an intelligence team with you as the core. You will be the team leader and I will be the deputy team leader.

I am your only contact person. From now on, you will contact Deputy Director Ye, the head of the underground party in Shancheng, directly through me. Due to your special identity, apart from me, only Deputy Director Ye and several leaders of Pagoda Mountain know your identity. No files will be kept and no notification will be made. If the string is broken, Deputy Director Ye will contact you personally. "

"clear."

"The Military Intelligence Bureau needs you to stay undercover for a long time. For safety reasons, all previous code names will be abolished. The new code name will only have one number - 031."

"031?"

"Yes, Comrade 031, do you have anything to say now?"

"It's a great responsibility and I feel honored." Zhang Yi looked solemn. He paused, took out a note and handed it to Zheng Huhe.

Seeing an address written on it, Zheng Huhe asked, "What is this?"

"Two hundred thousand US dollars. Consider it my gift to the underground organization."

Zheng Huhe was surprised: "You robbed the Bank of China? Comrade 031, how could you do such a dangerous thing? Once it arouses suspicion."

"It's not robbery, it's seizure to be exact. This money belongs to the Military Control Commission. Instead of using it to please beautiful women, Boss Dai should use it where it should be used."

"But won't this arouse his suspicion?"

"Trust and suspicion are always relative." Zhang Yi shook his head. After tonight, the suspicion on him would be completely cleared.

"No matter what, I have to report this matter to my superiors," Zheng Huhe said seriously.

"This is your right, but I am your leader now, you need to follow my orders first."

".Okay." Zheng Huhe put the note away helplessly.

"Besides." The two spoke almost at the same time.

"You speak first."

Zhang Yi said, "There is something urgent."

In a few words, he recounted the cleaning out of the detention centers and concentration camps before the Fourth Plenary Session of the National People's Congress.

"I'm trying to figure out a way to make the list, but the Judicial Department is directly responsible for this matter, so I don't have any good ideas for now."

"Got it. I'll report to my superiors first and let you know when the time comes."

"It's your turn."

"Hong Kong fell, and a group of patriotic and democratic figures were trapped on an isolated island. Our superiors were very concerned after receiving the intelligence. The KMT Relief Committee was also doing this, but their goals were different from ours. Although we had people on the Relief Committee, their positions were too low and they could not play any role at all."

Zhang Yi interrupted him and said, "This is exactly what I can do for you."

"You're going to Hong Kong?"

"No, it's Dongjiang in Guangdong."

Zhang Yi told Hu Die that Boss Dai had sent him to Dongjiang, Guangdong to help him solve the robbery and find Hu Die's luggage. "Perhaps I can use my position to open a channel to bring these patriotic and democratic figures to the mainland."

Zheng Huhe suddenly realized what was going on and said, "Okay, I'll report to my superiors right away, research a preliminary plan, and coordinate with the underground organization over there."

"Any other questions?" Zhang Yi asked, which was a signal to leave.

"No more, take care."

"Take care of yourself."

The two shook hands and said goodbye, then disappeared into the darkness.

On the other side, at the west entrance of Renhe Street, black market broker Lao Liu was waiting anxiously with two muscular followers.

This is a narrow street and is now empty.

One of the followers looked around and asked in confusion, "Boss, it's been so long, will the seller not come?"

Old Liu had a gloomy face. Could it be that he was really stood up?

The man said there was a large transaction of US dollars. He didn't believe it at first, but the man said that he was introduced by Secretary Guo. He had no choice but to come with the mentality of giving it a try. However, it was already late at night and the other party was reluctant to show up.

"Wait a little longer."

Lao Liu hesitated, and just as he said this, he heard one of his men vigilantly pull out his pistol, stare into the darkness, and shout coldly, "Who?"

In the darkness, the only answer he heard was the sound of a gunshot.

As soon as the gunshot was heard, another gunshot was heard amid the sound of hurried footsteps.

It was like poking a hornet's nest. In an instant, gunfire rang out from both sides and the situation fell into horrible chaos.

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(End of this chapter)