My spy diary

Chapter 479: Calling for help (asking for monthly ticket)
After seeing Jin Dayong off, Ichiro Kitagawa lay on the recliner in the bathroom, looking extremely tired.

"At least my words were not in vain." After a while, he sighed softly.

Kuroda Chisuke stood behind him and said, "I always feel that he is not on the same page with us."

Kitagawa Ichiro was about to reach for the teacup, but when he heard this, he stopped. He turned his head and asked:
"what do you mean?"

"He is a Korean after all. We are friends for profit, but we will part ways when the profit is gone. He can sell out the Military Control Commission for profit today, but he may turn around and sell us out tomorrow. It is better to kill such a person." He looked at Kitagawa Ichiro, "You are too kind to him."

"The world is bustling with people, all for profit. A king with a thousand chariots, a marquis with ten thousand households, a lord with a hundred houses, still suffers from poverty, let alone an ordinary person? Humph, not to mention that he is just a Korean pariah?" Kitagawa Ichiro smiled coldly, his tone contemptuous, "However, this is a different time. Remember, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, don't look down on others, having an extra pair of our eyes in the Military Control Commission is very useful. This kind of talk is just private. If I find out that you are talking nonsense again, I will not let you go."

"Yes." Kuroda Tomosuke lowered his head.

"Aren't you on a business trip?" Jin Dayong tiptoed back home and still woke up his wife.

"Oh, the date has been changed temporarily. We'll leave in a few days." Jin Dayong said perfunctorily. He wanted to stay in the chair with his clothes on for a while, but he didn't expect his wife to get out of bed with her clothes on and pour him a glass of water.
"What's wrong with your face?"

"It's okay, I just fell down."

The wife was skeptical: "You, are you hiding something from me?"

"What are you hiding?" Jin Dayong looked at her and smiled faintly. He knew that the lie of falling was not very clever, so he immediately shifted his gaze, took out two "small yellow croakers" from his arms and handed them over.

"Gold bars? Where did they come from?" the wife exclaimed.

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't disturb the children."

The wife subconsciously turned her head to look at her son who was sleeping soundly, and stared into his eyes: "Where did it come from?"

"Given from above."

"You're not on a business trip, are you? Why would those officials give you money?"

"I——" Jin Dayong was speechless for a moment under his wife's questioning. His wife continued to ask:

"What on earth did you do without telling me?"

"What are you hiding?"

"Still playing dumb." His wife pointed at his bruised face and asked, "How did you get your face hurt? Even though you're a dog owner, you're still an instructor at the Military Control Training Class. You've got martial arts skills, so how could you possibly fall down? The injuries on your face are clearly from a fight."

Looking at his wife's eyes full of concern and doubt, Jin Dayong said hesitantly: "If you want to hear it, I'll tell you."

"I'll listen to whatever you say."

Jin Dayong hesitated for a while, sighed, and said, "The Military Intelligence Bureau is different from other government agencies. It is full of vicious and murderous spies.
As for me, although I am just a dog owner, I try not to get involved in their messy affairs.

But sometimes, even if you don't go to cause trouble, trouble will find you. Take this business trip for example. Didn't I tell you that the bureau was going to introduce a batch of military dogs? Someone heard that there was money to be made here, so they came to pick on me and threatened me to give up this opportunity. But if I don't go, how can I make a contribution? How can I get a promotion? So I-"

"So, you had a fight with the other person? You're injured like this, is it serious? What about the gold bars?" The wife was still confused.

Jin Dayong smiled bitterly and said, "You can never imagine how complicated things are where there are men. If I don't fight, people will really think I'm a soft persimmon. Look, although the other party was ruthless, he was afraid that I would report him afterwards. After all, this matter violated the family rules, so he had to take out two small yellow croakers to keep the peace. Hey, I thought about it, with this money, our family can move to another house, and my mother-in-law will no longer have to make do in the kitchen."

Seeing her husband's sad face, the wife couldn't help but feel distressed, and went forward to hug him gently: "Why do you have to suffer like this?"

"Change house? Change where?" At this moment, a sturdy figure jumped out of the kitchen. Looking at the gold bar in her daughter's hand, she couldn't hide her excitement. Before her daughter and son-in-law could say anything, she took the gold bar, weighed it in her hand, and immediately added, "Change, change today."

As he spoke, he pulled his daughter aside to discuss the matter.

Jin Dayong looked at their backs, smiled awkwardly, and then shifted his gaze elsewhere, with a little more sadness and confusion on his face.

After leaving the bathhouse, Kitagawa Ichiro returned to his new apartment, where he was sitting on the guest sofa, reading a telegram in his hand word by word.

The person who handed him the telegram was a man wearing a black hat. He was sitting quietly in the main seat with a cup of tea in his hand.

After reading the telegram, Beichuan put it aside without saying anything.

"Mr. Beichuan, you seem a little hesitant." The man in the black hat put down the teacup in his hand and spoke, his voice sounding a little old.

"Since it is an order from the military, how dare I neglect it?"

The man in the black hat looked at him and said, "Of course, I know you are reluctant. This morning, she was sitting opposite me just like now, you know? When I saw her face, I had the same thought as you do now."

Ichiro Kitagawa listened expressionlessly.

"So what if you are unwilling? You still have to cooperate? This is not only the will of the military, but also the will of Mr. Tobiyuan. She has a handwritten letter from Mr. Tobiyuan with her."

"Mr. Fatty?" Ichiro Kitagawa widened his eyes.

The man in the black hat sighed and spoke word by word: "You should be aware of the current situation facing the empire."

Hearing this, Ichiro Kitagawa's expression also became serious.

Prior to this, their allies, the Germans, took over millions of square kilometers of Soviet territory in just over a month, killing and wounding millions of Soviet troops. The German army relied on tanks and planes and used blitzkrieg to advance straight to the birthplace of the Soviet October Revolution - the city of Leningrad.

Just when the Germans thought they had victory, what awaited them was an extremely painful and long battle.

In order to deal with the small city of Leningrad, they spent half a year, suffered more than 500,000 casualties, and caused nearly one million casualties to the enemy's military and civilians, but they still could not take it.

Previously, seeing that the German army had defeated the arrogant Soviet army and was invincible, the Japanese army was also stimulated and, shouting the slogan "Don't miss the last bus", launched several large-scale local attacks on China.

But the war situation was not so optimistic. There were wins and losses, such as the great victory in the "Shanggao Battle" commanded by Luo Mouying, the second-in-command of the "Civil Engineering Department", and the disastrous defeat in the "Zhongtiaoshan Battle" commanded by He Jingzhi, the Chief of the General Staff. In general, Japan won more and lost less, and even if it won, it was not easy.

The Japanese army understood that this was China's population advantage beginning to take effect.

After several major battles, both sides were urgently recruiting soldiers. Although the Chinese recruits were as lacking in training as before, the Japanese recruits were not much stronger either. The gap between them and the veterans who had gone through layers of selection and received sufficient training was too huge.

In addition to the population disadvantage, Japan's poor resources also made it unable to support a long-term war of attrition. In the Chinese occupied areas, the existence of large-scale guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines made their idea of ​​"fighting to support the war" a delusion. Especially in the international arena, after the alliance between Germany, Italy and Japan, the United States and Britain, which had once taken a neutral attitude, began to lean towards China and imposed an economic blockade on Japan. War resources were gradually being exhausted. If they could not be replenished, they would have no choice but to withdraw their troops from China.

But how can the Japanese accept this? The solution they came up with to solve the current dilemma is also very simple and crazy.

The Japanese decided to do three things.

First, completely destroy the military forces of the United States and Britain in the Pacific and break their maritime blockade of Japan.

Second, occupy Southeast Asia to obtain the rich war resources there.

Third, enter Myanmar and destroy China’s lifeline—the Myanmar Highway, strangling China.

But according to normal logic, given that the Soviet Union's national strength was inferior to that of the United States and Britain, the Japanese army should go north and cooperate with the German army to first bring down the Soviet Union. However, the Japanese high-level officials were also arguing over the issue of going north or south. In the end, the opinions of the naval group prevailed, and they decided to go south.

But whether going north or south, troops are needed. Where will the troops come from?

Currently, the Japanese army has 300,000 troops stationed in the mainland, about 350,000 in the navy, about 800,000 in the Kwantung Army stationed in the Northeast, about 1 million in the "China Expeditionary Army" fighting directly in China, and about 100,000 Japanese troops stationed in Korea and the Taiwan Islands.

The troops were stretched thin everywhere, and a single move could affect the overall situation, so the top leaders suggested that instead of forcing themselves to go north, it would be better to take advantage of the fierce battle between the German and Soviet armies to transfer some of the elite "Kwantung Army" and "China Expeditionary Army" to cooperate with the navy to go south to open up another battlefield.

But the problem is that China and Japan are now in a stalemate, and the Japanese army is unable to even launch large-scale battles. How can they draw on their elite troops?

That's why the intelligence department planned the so-called "decapitation plan". As long as Chang died, China would inevitably fall into a leaderless warlord melee, and the war situation would be rewritten in an instant.

Retracting his thoughts, Kitagawa Ichiro fell silent again.

The man in the black cloak stood up at this moment, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Kitagawa-kun, I know it's a bit difficult to cooperate with the Special High Technology Department, but we are soldiers, and the interests of the Empire of Japan are above all else, so let's put aside our prejudices."

Kitagawa Ichiro paused, then finally lowered his head and said, "Hi."

Seeing this, the man in the black cloak nodded with satisfaction, left a sentence "She will come to see you at two o'clock tomorrow" and turned away.

At the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters, in He Zhiyuan's office, after receiving the report from Monkey and Qian Xiaosan, Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan immediately found the household registration police in charge of that area.

This man was an old man with gray hair. He adjusted his reading glasses, put a thick stack of household registration books on the table, and said:

"My Lords, I checked every household in that residential building and found that only one household had just moved in."

As he spoke, he handed over a household registration card and an ID card.

He Zhiyuan took it. This was a man named Liu Bingyao. He compared the portrait with that of Beichuan Ichiro and found that they were somewhat similar. He couldn't help but sneered:
"You are well prepared. Is it impersonation or outright fraud?"

Zhang Yi took the fake ID from him, looked at the photo on it and said, "It's not difficult to impersonate someone, but it's really not easy to find someone who looks so similar. I guess this person has other fake identities."

He Zhiyuan nodded and said, "If a Japanese spy wants to hide, he must first have a complete identity. I guess there is either a group specializing in counterfeiting behind this, or there is a worm in our ranks."

As he said this, he looked at the household registration police: "Can you find out his other fake identities?"

"It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. I'm sorry I can't do anything." The household registration police sighed, "Now there are black markets for buying and selling identity information in many places. Some gangsters and thugs even take the initiative to sell their identity information. They sell one for a hundred and then sell it for thousands. Some people specialize in making a profit from the difference. Some people die, but no one reports the case and their relatives can be found. However, their identity information is still valid. Some people will use their identity information to open passbooks and bank accounts, deposit and transfer money, and engage in illegal activities, mainly using fake identities--"

"Stop!" Seeing the old man talking with saliva flying and getting more and more excited, He Zhiyuan lost patience to listen to him reciting and interrupted him:

"Tell me about this identity. What did the original owner do? Are the other family members registered on his household registration card still here?"

"Oh, you mean this." The old man came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. Should I go back and check it now?"

"No need!" He Zhiyuan waved his hand to stop them. "If the other party has protective measures, we will definitely alert them if we check them out."

"Oh, okay, can I go home now?"

"No, this is a closed case. Anyone who has come into contact with the case is not allowed to go home. They have to eat and live in the bureau, and..." Before He Zhiyuan could finish his words, there was a knock on the door, and Monkey walked in with a serious face.

Seeing this, He Zhiyuan immediately winked at his secretary, asked the old man to leave, and then asked Monkey: "What happened?"

"While we were monitoring Ichiro Kitagawa, we discovered a mysterious man."

"What does it look like?"

"I couldn't see his face clearly because he was wearing a black hat."

"Where is he? Where did he go?"

"We followed him all the way and found that he finally entered Qixin Primary School. We were not familiar with the area and were afraid of alerting him, so we had to stop outside the school."

"Mysterious man?" He Zhiyuan murmured to himself. He and Zhang Yi looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes. Could it be that Ichiro Kitagawa has a superior behind him?
Zhang Yi thought for a while and asked the monkey: "What is Ichiro Kitagawa doing now?"

"Lights out, time to go to bed."

"Where's Jin Dayong?"

"I haven't come out since I got home."

Zhang Yi nodded and glanced at He Zhiyuan: "It seems we need to send more people."

The monkey looked at them and said, "My two lords, I came here to report that I am here to call for help."

He Zhiyuan said to Zhang Yi with a serious face, "We are family, so we should not talk behind each other's backs. You have more experience than me in catching spies. You can transfer anyone from the Operations Department no matter who you like."

"Okay." Zhang Yi thought for a while and said, "It would be best if it was someone from the Intelligence Department or the Special Agents Brigade. Not to mention the people behind Kitagawa Ichiro, there is also Jin Dayong. I believe they are as careful as we are. If they are setting up surveillance now, they will use familiar faces."

"I understand." He Zhiyuan and the monkey looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)