My spy diary

Chapter 437 Action (please vote)

"What happened?"

"It was Zhang Yi. He shot at me. Fortunately, there was no bullet in the gun, otherwise Qi Wu would not have seen Mr. Dai. Qi Wu's death is not a pity, but..."

Dai Chunfeng snorted and interrupted him: "Didn't I tell you not to act rashly without evidence? If you do this, you will only disrupt my plan."

"Qi Wu deserves death!"

Mao Qiwu lowered his head with a gloomy look on his face, his heart beating like a drum. He thought that since he had already said it out loud, what was there to be afraid of? The more humble and fearful he acted, the more sympathy he would get from Boss Dai. Zhang Yi could never compare to the affection between them as fellow townsmen, classmates, and colleagues. So he puffed out his chest and continued:

"Qi Wu was indeed impetuous today, but Mr. Dai, we should not tolerate the habit of rebelling against superiors."

"Then what do you want me to do? Arrest him and shoot him?" Dai Chunfeng looked at him gloomily.

"It's all up to Mr. Dai."

Dai Chunfeng didn't comment, he just took his handkerchief and blew his nose, with a mocking look on his face:
"How can I make the decision? I say, Deputy Director Zhang, don't be angry. Director Mao didn't target you on purpose. He was following the orders of me, Dai Yunong. We suspect you are an undercover agent of the Red Party."

"Mr. Dai, Qi Wu didn't mean that." Mao Qi Wu said in panic. He knew very well that there was a warning in Boss Dai's words. Tonight's action was not reported to Boss Dai at all. It was completely on his own initiative. He thought he could finally catch Zhang Yi's handle this time, but who would have thought that an accident would happen. There are two tragedies in life: one is complacency and the other is complete despair.

He hurriedly said, "Qi Wu didn't hide it from Mr. Dai on purpose. It was just that the situation was urgent and your phone couldn't get through."

"I told you not to act rashly without evidence, but you just wouldn't listen. He's the deputy director, a veteran agent from the Secret Service period. If he really is that person, how could he be so easily exposed?"

"Qi Wu is wrong, Mr. Dai, you know, Qi Wu is only focused on his work, he just wants to dig that person out."

Dai Chunfeng snorted coldly: "What's the result?"

Mao Qiwu was speechless.

Dai Chunfeng looked at him gloomily. He also wanted to dig out the traitor, but compared to the traitor in the bureau, Lin Shiliang and Minister Kong behind him were the real trouble. They were political enemies and they were fighting to the death with each other.

Compared to these, the traitor was nothing more than a minor problem. If Zhang Yi was really that person, then he could be executed quietly after he helped him find evidence of Lin Shiliang's smuggling and corruption and drained his surplus value.

Dai Chunfeng made up his mind, and walked over with a smile to help Mao Qiwu up, saying:

"Brother Shanyu, I know you are loyal to me. Catching the traitor is the duty of the Supervisory Office, so I naturally support you. However, everything must be based on evidence and strategy, and haste makes waste. As for Zhang Yi, I have a plan, so don't make any more trouble. As for you, the most important thing right now is to do your job as the chief secretary well. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, thank you for your trust, Brother Yunong." Mao Qiwu immediately nodded and said yes. Seeing that Dai Chunfeng's expression had eased a little, he guessed what he meant by his words and asked boldly:
"Mr. Dai, is it that Zheng Mingyuan is playing tricks in front of the chairman again, making you lose face?"

Dai Chunfeng sighed, and Mao Qiwu knew that he had guessed right again.

It turned out that Director Zheng Mingyuan, seeing that the Chairman had recently been attacking and suppressing the Central Bureau of Investigation, had observed the Chairman's words and expressions and ran to Chang to complain about the Military Bureau of Investigation. He said that Dai Yunong had asked Mao Qiwu, the acting director, to take over all his work, thus vacating his position and turning the Military Bureau of Investigation into the "Jiangshan Gang". The Director Zheng Mingyuan even had ambitions to control information and deceive leaders. This was what Chang could not tolerate the most. He immediately called Dai Chunfeng out and gave him a scolding. He also gave him an order that either Zheng Mingyuan should go back to work, or they should swap positions and let Zheng Mingyuan become the deputy director.

Boss Dai was naturally unwilling to give up the good situation he had worked so hard to build, so doing a good job for Zheng Mingyuan became the most important thing at the moment.

He hesitated for a moment and immediately gave instructions:

"I don't care what method you use, you must let Zheng come to work in the bureau, even if it's just for show."

"Yes." Mao Qiwu agreed, but he looked embarrassed. Zheng Mingyuan relied on his seniority and usually ignored him and didn't even look at him. How could the other party be willing to listen to him?

But after thinking about it, he immediately came up with an idea. The biggest problem of the Zheng family is that they are "henpecked". As long as he can get Mrs. Zheng to persuade him, he will not be afraid that Zheng Mingyuan will not agree.

"Commander, Qi Wu will take his leave." Seeing that Dai Chunfeng stopped talking, Mao Qi Wu hurriedly bowed and walked out.

After he left, Dai Chunfeng picked up the phone with a gloomy face. Before he dialed the number, he heard footsteps behind him and saw Hu Die, wearing silk pajamas, walking towards him lazily.

"Yu Nong, what happened?"

"Why are you up?" Dai Chunfeng put down the phone and put on a smiling face.

"It's all your fault. You got angry in the middle of the night and woke me up." Hu Die said angrily.

Dai Chunfeng smiled awkwardly, took her into his arms, and said flatteringly: "My fault, my fault."

If outsiders saw this scene, they would probably be shocked. The murderous and powerful devil was actually "trained" by Hu Die to behave himself.

Perhaps this is the charm of Hu Die. She is a screen star. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also gentle, smart, and extremely considerate. As the famous novelist Zhang Henshui commented: "Hu Die is generous and elegant, without any girlish demeanor. She has a deep, alert, and straightforward personality. If compared with the characters in A Dream of Red Mansions, she is 50% to 60% like Baochai, 20% to 30% like Xiren, and 10% to 20% like Qingwen."

A devil like Dai Chunfeng, after getting the ideal beauty, was freed from the lingering emotions he had with his ex-girlfriends such as Ye Xiadizi and Yu Shuheng, and was truly satisfied.

"What's wrong with you? I know you're busy." Hu Die smiled sweetly, rubbed his forehead with her slender hands, and asked with concern: "Yu Nong, what happened?"

"It's Mao Qiwu and Zhang Yi who are just fighting among themselves. It's getting more and more outrageous."

"The Deputy Director Zhang Yi you mentioned is the one we had dinner with last time?"

"Yes, it doesn't make me feel at ease."

"How are you going to punish him?"

Hu Die asked with a smile, but when she turned around, she saw Dai Chunfeng's unhappy face. She smiled, leaned over gently, kissed him and said with a smile:
"I don't care about your work. It's just that Deputy Director Zhang helped me find my luggage, and I still owe you a favor."

"That's his duty." Dai Chunfeng said sternly.

"Duties are duties. After all, he helped me. You can't punish him too severely." Hu Die put her arms around his neck and smiled. When she acted like a spoiled child, Dai Chunfeng couldn't say anything. He was silent for a while before saying angrily, "You can't let him get away with it."

"He is your subordinate. It's not up to you to decide whether he should be beaten or punished." Hu Die laughed, amused by Dai Chunfeng's little temper.

"Of course I have to give face to the madam." Dai Chunfeng forced a smile and picked up the phone again.

It was dark at night and Zhang Yi was half awake and half asleep. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Yi stood up suddenly, picked up the pistol under the pillow, stared at the door sternly, holding his breath.

At this time, Chen Kaiyan also walked out of the bedroom.

Zhang Yi made a gesture to her to keep quiet and slowly approached the door with a gun.

After a pause, the knock on the door sounded again. Zhang Yi listened carefully and asked softly:

"Who?"

There was no answer from the other side of the door, but the knocking continued.

Zhang Yi thought for a moment, loaded the bullet, walked to the door, slowly opened the bolt, and asked through the door: "Who?"

At this time, a voice came from outside the door: "Me."

It’s Adjutant Jia.

Just as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and several beams of dazzling light shone on Zhang Yi's face. Several nimble plainclothes officers stepped forward swiftly, pointed their guns at him, and took his gun away.

Zhang Yi did not resist, but stared at Jia Jinnan and asked:

"What is this for?"

Adjutant Jia looked at him and did not answer directly: "Deputy Stationmaster Zhang, I'm sorry, please come with me."

Zhang Yi kept asking the question and asked again, "What's the matter?"

Adjutant Jia still did not answer, but just waved his hand:

"I am also following orders. Take him away."

"Deputy Director Zhang, I'm sorry." The plainclothes officer said and immediately escorted him out.

Adjutant Jia stayed behind until the end. He glanced at Chen Kaiyan who was standing at the bedroom door, then turned and left, leaving her alone in a daze.

On the other side, Chen San, the male spy who was responsible for monitoring Zhang Yi today, returned to the dormitory dejectedly.

After working hard for a whole day, I thought I would be able to make a lot of contributions this time, but in the end, not only did I fail in the mission, I was also slapped in the face and scolded as a good-for-nothing. I was extremely depressed.

The so-called dormitory was actually a former teacher's dormitory that was forcibly occupied by the Military Control Commission, with a few beds placed inside. It was slightly better than the dormitory beds of ordinary spies.

Chen San took off his outer clothes and lining, leaving only his shorts. He picked up a washbasin, towel and soap, went to the reservoir next to the dormitory, and began to take a bath.

The cold water made him shiver a few times, and his groggy brain became a little clearer.

Although it was cold, after taking a shower, returning to the dormitory, and changing into clean clothes, I felt much refreshed and comfortable.

Chen San was lying on the bed, reviewing today's work carefully. He thought that his work was flawless. It was obvious that the person in charge of surveillance did not understand the true identity of the contact person and was eager for quick success, which made the mission fail. In the end, he was the one who took the blame. "Fuck you, you are so humble and have no background. When will you be able to make a name for yourself?"

He cursed a few words indignantly, but when he heard footsteps outside the door, he quickly stopped talking and glanced towards the door. He saw his colleague Zhao Qi walked in with two bottles of wine and some snacks in his hands.

"You're back?" Zhao Qi glanced at him and asked, "Aren't you on night shift? Is the mission over?"

Chen San didn't want to mention the task anymore and nodded indifferently.

"not in a good mood?"

Zhao Qi looked at him, pulled over a small stool and sat down, threw the wine and food in his hand onto the small table next to him, rummaged through the boxes and found two wine glasses, cracked the bottle cap, poured wine into them, and said, "Don't stand there, a little drunkenness will make your worries go away, have some?"

Chen San hesitated for a moment, pulled over a stool and sat over, and the two of them clinked glasses.

The wine was both cold and hot. Chen San was panting after drinking it, but he liked this chilly feeling. Zhao Qi was right. A drunk can forget all worries. Maybe in his dream he could return those slaps.

He poured himself another glass, then looked at the snacks wrapped in oil paper on the table and asked, "What did you buy?"

"Pork head and peanuts." Zhao Qi opened the oil paper bag and invited Chen San to eat while asking:

"Brother, what happened? Don't think too much. I'm just asking casually. If it involves confidentiality, don't say it."

Chen San glanced at him and said nothing. The less he spoke, the more dissatisfied he became with what happened today.

"Got scolded? That's a big deal. In our line of work, everyone has been scolded. The hardships you endure now will turn into medals in the future." Zhao Qi saw that he was unhappy and comforted him calmly.

Chen San said nothing. He grabbed a handful of pig head meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it. After a while, he said incoherently:
"What a bullshit medal! I am still a captain."

Zhao Qi gave a bitter smile: "I am the same. I have no background and no money to give gifts. Whoever promotes me will be miserable."

As he said that, he filled Chen San's glass again, "Come on, a drink will relieve your worries, and you will have everything in your dreams."

Chen San clinked his glasses, and when the wine reached his lips, he seemed to remember something, sneered, and leaned close to Zhao Qi's ear and said, "We work hard in the front, and others collect money in the back. This is the way the world is, haha."

Zhao Qi raised his eyebrows and asked calmly, "Who is it?"

But Chen San stopped talking.

Zhao Qi pretended to be angry: "You hid it from me, your brother. I thought of you when I had something delicious, but you didn't tell me the way to make money."

Chen San still didn't say anything and just drank his wine.

"I won't ask anymore. If it's related to your mission, forget it. After all, it's a bit sensitive. I can't let you make mistakes in this situation. Come and have a drink." Zhao Qi patted his shoulder and continued to persuade him to drink.

After a few drinks, seeing that Chen San was already drunk, he smiled mysteriously and asked:
"Yesterday I saw you and Liu Lanlan went out together. There was nothing going on between you and her. Hmm?"

Chen San rubbed his face and said vaguely: "She, this woman is not good-looking, what can there be between her and me."

"You can't say that. It's not nice, but her family is rich. I heard they are local rich people. If you marry her, even if you don't do this job, you don't have to worry about the rest of your life."

"Get married?" Upon hearing these two words, Chen San seemed to remember something, and a hint of mystery and pride appeared on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Qi looked at him, probably agitated.

"Secret." Chen San became even more proud.

"Don't keep me in suspense. Tell me about it."

Chen San looked up at him, then glanced at the door warily, and smiled smugly: "Come closer and listen."

"Look what you can do." Zhao Qi had a look of disdain on his face, but he leaned over honestly.

Chen San said something mysteriously, and Zhao Qi looked incredulous: "What a joke, how could Deputy Director Zhang fake a marriage? He brags without thinking."

"Believe it or not, I heard it with my own ears."

"So, your mission is to monitor Deputy Director Zhang?" Zhao Qi asked quickly.

"Yes, no. Let's not talk about this."

"I told you, it must be that bastard who fabricated the fake news. How could such a big shot as Deputy Director Zhang have a fake marriage? Besides, you have nothing to do to eavesdrop on him..." However, the word "bastard" completely angered Chen San. Before he could finish his words, Chen San grabbed his neck and said angrily:
"You don't believe me either? I said I heard it with my own ears, and that's what I heard with my own ears."

"Okay, okay, brother, I believe you're excited." Zhao Qi was strangled and couldn't breathe, but he still asked:

"But why? Why are you monitoring Deputy Director Zhang?"

"This is Director Mao's order. He is the traitor."

"An insider?!" Zhao Qi's eyes widened, he suppressed his excitement, and asked through gritted teeth: "You have eavesdropped on this thing, it's a great achievement, have you reported it? Where's the tape?"

"Tape? The tape is here, at the monitoring point, right? Why are you asking this?" Chen San said vaguely.

Zhao Qi had sensitively sensed that he was drunk. He slowly reached out and pushed away the hand that was pinching his neck: "Nothing. You are drunk, have a good sleep."

As he spoke, he helped Chen San onto the bed, quietly took the key from his waist, and turned to leave.

Although he didn't know where the monitoring point Chen San mentioned was, it was definitely not far from Zhang Yi's house, and that was enough.

After thinking carefully about the whole process, Zhao Qi got into the car with confidence.

The car stopped far away near Zhang Yi's home. He looked around and saw that there was no one on the road. He got out of the car immediately and quickly walked into the apartment building opposite.

A few minutes later, he tried the doors of four houses one after another. This time, when he inserted the key into the door of a house, the door lock opened with a "click".

He immediately put on gloves, pushed the door open, and closed it.

There were several monitoring devices placed against the wall in the simple house. Zhao Qi quickly walked to the wire recorder and pressed a few buttons.

Soon, a female voice sounded in the recorder: "Two is enough. You said that we are fake couples and real brothers should settle accounts clearly. I will keep accounts of the family expenses."

Then came Zhang Yi's voice: "You are Mrs. Zhang in front of outsiders now. Buy yourself some decent clothes, such as cheongsams, high heels, etc."

After hearing the contents of the tape recorder, Zhao Qi smiled with satisfaction. He took out a blank tape wrapped in paper from his pocket, rewound the contents of the tape recorder, copied them again, then cleaned up all traces of his presence and left quickly.

After leaving the monitoring point, Zhao Qi did not delay for a minute. He drove straight to a relatively secluded street, slipped into a public telephone booth, and made a call: "Commander, it's me. I found what you need."

Half an hour later, two cars drove all the way to the telephone booth. After they stopped, several headlights went out in vain.

Under the cold moonlight, a well-mannered man got out of the car in front.

Zhao Qi walked over and stopped not far from the man. He raised his hand and saluted respectfully: "Sir."

"Put your hands down. This isn't acceptable in our Central Bureau of Investigation." The man said gently without looking back.

"I can get used to it." Zhao Qi put down his hand obediently and said softly.

The man turned around and it was Xu Zengen. It turned out that he was Zhao Qi's superior.

Then, Zhao Qi gave Xu Zengen a clear report on the situation he had learned today, with emphasis on the matter of the tape.

"Fake couple?" Xu Zengen's eyebrows were a little solemn. "You mean Zhang Yi is a member of the Red Party, and his wife was sent by the Red Party?"

"Definitely. Pretend to be a couple and work for real. This is their old trick."

"Are you not mistaken?"

"There's a tape recording. Zhang Yi said it himself. There's no doubt about it." There was a determined light in Zhao Qi's eyes.

Xu Zengen looked at Zhao Qi, who was confident, and finally nodded:

"That's fine. Once we catch Mrs. Zhang, we'll know whether she's a human or a ghost."

He thought to himself that as long as this young woman was sent by the Red Party, Zhang Yi would not be able to escape the blame. He would then want to see what Dai Yunong, the scoundrel, would say.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and waved, and several nimble plainclothes officers immediately got out of the car behind.

"Do it."

(End of this chapter)