My spy diary

Chapter 483 Rescue (asking for monthly ticket)

"It's me, Lao Zheng. Something happened. There's a guy named Zhao Deshun, who's hiding his identity as a teacher at Qixin Primary School. Check if he's one of ours and transfer him immediately. Quickly!"

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, don't worry, just act now!"

The phone was disconnected.

Zheng Huhe hung up the phone in a hurry, picked up a pistol hidden under the bed, and quickly walked out the door.

On the other side, Jin Dayong was wandering near the telephone booth with a serious look on his face. The street was still calm and no one came to meet him.

He paced back and forth, looking back from time to time.

In a black Dodge car parked on the side of the road, Ichiro Kitagawa was staring at Jin Dayong in the distance through the front windshield.

The driver in the driving seat looked at Ichiro Kitagawa in the rearview mirror, asking if he could go over.

"Wait a little longer." Ichiro Kitagawa, who was sitting in the back seat, kept following Jin Dayong's eyes.

The driver didn't say anything and waited patiently as instructed.

After a while, a man carrying beer and snacks came from another street whistling cheerfully. He paused at the corner of the street, walked straight to the car, opened the back door and got in.

This person is Kuroda Tomosuke.

"Did you find anything?" Ichiro Kitagawa still looked straight ahead.

"Everything is normal. It's just that my subordinates found out that he called me and then made another call."

"Another call?" Ichiro Kitagawa was a little surprised.

"Yes, do you need me to go find him and ask him clearly?"

Kitagawa Ichiro was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Not yet."

After a pause, he glanced at Kuroda Chisuke and said, "How about the newcomer Kuroki?"

"A little bit stupid, and a little bit tongue-tied."

"Oh." Kitagawa Ichiro chuckled and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Kuroda Chisuke asked softly: "Then I will go back first?"

"Go ahead and do your job."

"Understood!" Kuroda Tomosuke bowed his head, got out of the car and left.

After he left, Kitagawa Ichiro looked at the street carefully again until he found nothing wrong. Then he leaned back and said to the driver, "Go ahead."

The driver started the engine, shifted gears, stepped on the accelerator, and slowly drove the car forward.

Jin Dayong, who was pacing, suddenly felt something. He turned around and saw a black Dodge car parked beside him. The rear door opened, revealing the face of Ichiro Kitagawa:
"Thank you for your hard work. Get in the car."

As he said that, he moved his body inside, and Jin Dayong lowered his head and got in.

After the driver saw Jin Dayong get in the car, he drove the car at a steady speed to a remote street and stopped. He got out of the car and observed the surroundings vigilantly.

Ichiro Kitagawa pulled the white car window curtain tightly shut, and when he turned his head, he saw that Jin Dayong had already taken out the hand-drawn map and identity information found in Zhao Deshun's house from his arms, and then reported everything he had discovered and encountered in Zhao Deshun's house.

"Major, it's all here."

"Oh." Kitagawa Ichiro took it and read it expressionlessly. After reading it for a few times, his face turned pale, especially when he saw the three words "Zhou Xubai", the muscles at the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Jin Dayong sat aside with his head lowered, secretly observing Beichuan's expression. Seeing that he looked more solemn than ever before, he secretly speculated, who is this Zhou Xubai? Is he Beichuan's superior? Otherwise, he wouldn't be so nervous.

After a while, I heard Kitagawa Ichiro say worriedly:
"This is really an unexpected discovery. You know, if you hadn't discovered this, maybe this person would have wiped us out! Jin Sang, you have done a great job. A great job."

Jin Dayong didn't know what to say for a moment. It was the first time he saw Beichuan Ichiro react with such fear. He realized that his previous guess was correct. This Zhou Xubai must be an important figure in the Mei Agency.

So why are they all lurking in Qixin Primary School? What kind of action are they preparing?

As he was thinking, Kitagawa Ichiro's voice rang out again: "I wanted to give this person to you as a token of my loyalty to you in exchange for your meritorious service. Now it seems that this is not possible. Although I can't give you a living person, I can give you a dead person."

"You mean I should kill him?"

"Correct."

"Well, what if the military officials ask about it?"

"What if it was an accident?"

Ichiro Kitagawa looked at him meaningfully. "Occasionally, you spotted a suspicious person, followed him, and successfully found his lair. You wanted to arrest him and interrogate him carefully, but the gangster struggled to death and pulled out his gun to shoot. In the exchange of gunfire, you accidentally killed him."

Hearing him say this, Jin Dayong paused, wanting to say something, but didn't say it.

"Of course, it's up to you to make up the story, as long as it's believable, even if it's only temporarily."

Seeing his hesitation, Kitagawa Ichiro immediately changed the subject, "Of course, the value of a dead person is definitely not as great as that of a living person. If the Military Control Commission does not promote you, the Mei Agency will compensate you. I will personally send a telegram to Shanghai to inform you in detail of your loyalty to the Empire of Japan. If nothing unexpected happens, your mother will immediately change from a cleaner at the embassy to a real citizen of the Empire, enjoying all the treatment of an Imperial citizen."

"Thank you, Major."

"Let's not talk nonsense. Go and deal with the follow-up matters. Try to make the most of the dead man's value."

"Yes." Jin Dayong nodded and was about to get out of the car and leave, but Ichiro Kitagawa stopped him again:

"Nothing else to report?"

"No more." Jin Dayong frowned and thought about it, then shook his head.

"Is it really gone?" Kitagawa Ichiro repeated.

Jin Dayong frowned, hesitated for a while, and said:
"I don't understand what you mean, Major."

"Oh, then I'll help you recall it?" Kitagawa Ichiro looked at him intriguingly, "After you called Kuroda-kun, you made another call. Who did you call that time?"

Jin Dayong was shocked and looked at him in shock: "I made that call to verify the identity of the toll collector. You, you are monitoring me?"

"It's us. You and I are one." Kitagawa Ichiro corrected immediately, "No one is watching you."

"Then, how did you know that?"

"We also have people at the telephone bureau. The agents of the Empire of Japan are everywhere." Kitagawa Ichiro smiled mysteriously. "So, is there something wrong with the toll collector?"

"It appears not at this time."

"That's good. OK, let's go back."

"Yes." After getting off the bus, Jin Dayong waited on the roadside for a while, then hailed a rickshaw and left.

After he left, the driver got in the car and took Ichiro Kitagawa away. Opposite Zhao Deshun's house was a not very busy street. Zheng Huhe, dressed as a businessman, came out of the apartment building and walked slowly towards the teahouse across the street.

At this time, several comrades from the underground organization of the District Working Committee were already waiting in the private room.

Zheng Huhe knocked on the door, locked it, and then quickly reported what he had just discovered.

"It has been confirmed. There were two people in the room, one was Zhao Deshun and the other was a rickshaw driver. They were both knocked unconscious."

A thin old man among the group immediately took out an ID card and pointed at the photo on it: "Is it him?"

Zheng Huhe looked at it for a moment. The person on the certificate was called Liu Dexian, but he looked exactly like Zhao Deshun. "Yes, that's him."

The old man put away his ID and said, "That's our comrade."

Then he said to an underground party member, "Xiao Li, you know Lao Zhao, find a way to wake him up and take him away immediately."

"Wait!" Zheng Huhe interrupted him, "In addition to the Japanese spies, there are also people from the Military Control Commission monitoring nearby. We must not alarm them."

The old man frowned: "Then what do you say we should do?"

Zheng Huhe did not answer but asked: "Did you bring the things that the superiors told you to do?"

"I brought it. It's in the next room." The old man said patiently. He really couldn't understand why there were so many tricks when human lives were at stake.

Faced with the old man's cold words, Zheng Huhe was not angry at all. Although they were all comrades, they belonged to different fronts after all and were not familiar with each other. He nodded and walked directly to the next room.

Here, there is a bucket of paint, a roll of straw mat, and some painter's clothes and tools.

Zheng Huhe glanced at his watch and pointed out a few people: "Change your clothes, bring your tools, and be at the door of the apartment in three minutes."

One of the team members asked, "Which room?"

"I'll pick you up at the door. Remember to adapt to the situation." After saying this, Zheng Huhe hurried away.

Several team members looked at each other and then at the old man. The old man was also confused and frowned and said:
"If you do as he says and fail to rescue anyone, I will personally go to the higher-ups to settle accounts with him."

"understood."

"Well, Xiao Wang and I are at the noodle shop on the first floor. If there is any unexpected situation, we will support you immediately."

"Okay, Secretary Liu."

The three team members immediately changed their clothes and went downstairs with paint and tools.

A few people crossed the street and saw Zheng Huhe, who had changed into home clothes and slippers, standing at the door of the apartment, holding a cooking spatula in his hand, and said impatiently:

"Why are you here at this time? I'm cooking."

The three team members looked at each other, and only then did they understand what Zheng Huhe meant by "adapt to circumstances". One of them smiled and said:
"Don't worry, it's just repainting the windows. It will be done in a few minutes. If you are worried about the strong smell, why not get some fresh air outside?"

"How many minutes?" Zheng Huhe hesitated for a moment, then raised his shovel and said, "Okay, follow me. I have a deal. If the smell is too strong, I will deduct money."

"Don't worry, we are all experienced and we use the best paint, so we guarantee that there won't be much odor." A team member smiled ingratiatingly and called on his companions to follow Zheng Huhe upstairs.

The old man and Xiao Wang were eating noodles downstairs and watched the team members go upstairs. Everything went smoothly.

However, at this moment, a rickshaw stopped near the apartment. The driver did not call for passengers, but squatted on the handlebars and smoked a cigarette. Soon, another rickshaw driver came over and called out from a distance:

"Mr. Zhang, are you slacking off again?"

"Can't you have a cigarette?"

"Lend me one?"

"Borrow again? You haven't paid back the last time!" Old Zhang cursed, but still threw a cigarette over. The other person caught it, and the two of them squatted together and started smoking.

I only heard Lao Zhang ask in a low voice: "What's the situation now?"

"The man surnamed Jin has left. He must have gone to meet with Japanese spies. Groups 1 and 2 are on surveillance. I'm in charge of keeping watch." After a pause, he asked:
"Aren't you verifying Zhao Deshun's true identity? Why are you here?"

It turned out that this old Zhang was the toll collector who was under disguise for investigation. He sneered and said, "I went to the local police station to check. There is no problem with the household registration documents of this person named Zhao Deshun, but I just can't find his household registration card and ID card. Humph, now I can be sure that his documents are forged."

"So he is really a Red?"

"Eighty percent yes."

"What does the Virgo mean?"

Lao Zhang did not answer directly, but asked: "What's the situation upstairs now?"

"Neither Zhao Deshun nor the rickshaw driver came out. They are probably controlled by the man surnamed Jin." After thinking for a while, the man seemed to remember something and added, "Oh, a few painters went up just now."

Old Zhang looked upstairs suspiciously for a few times, then lowered his voice in dissatisfaction: "Why didn't you report such an important situation?"

"It was the residents inside who came down to pick them up. I listened to a few words and it seemed like they had made an appointment in advance. I didn't see any problem with that."

"Don't be careless." Lao Zhang pondered for a while and continued, "Well, go up there and take a look. Report back immediately if you find anything unusual."

"Okay." The man nodded and was about to go upstairs, but he didn't expect Lao Zhang to grab him and scold him in a low voice: "Idiot, pull the car around and go in through the back door. Don't reveal your identity."

"Yes." The driver lowered his head and glanced around, then hurriedly drove the cart away.

Lao Zhang put out the cigarette butt on the sole of his shoe, carefully put it into his pocket, took the towel from around his neck to wipe the sweat off his face, and drove the cart away as well.

It was lunch time and the corridor was quiet except for the occasional sound of cooking.

Zheng Huhe and his group soon arrived outside the room where Zhao Deshun was. Zheng Huhe pushed the door open, pointed at Zhao Deshun who was lying drowsy on the ground, and made a gesture to the three "painters". They understood, pulled over a bed sheet, wrapped Zhao Deshun up, and then wrapped him in the straw mat, rolled him into a roll, and then carried him away.

Zheng Huhe signaled another team member carrying a paint bucket to follow. He lightly closed the door, then quickly rushed in front of the few people, responsible for guarding and leading the way.

Just as he reached the corner of the second floor, Zheng Huhe suddenly stopped, made a stop gesture to the back, and then walked out first with a shovel.

As soon as he turned the corner, he saw a man dressed as a rickshaw driver walking up suspiciously. Zheng Huhe said nothing and hit him on the forehead with a shovel.

The driver was stunned. He held his forehead with one hand and reached for his gun with the other.

However, before he could draw his gun, Zheng Huhe kicked him against the wall and knocked him out with a knife.

Then he waved behind him and continued walking forward.

The three "painters" quickly followed.

Soon after, they carried the straw mat out the back door and stuffed it into the trunk of a car parked not far away. One person was left behind to inform his companions, and the others quickly got in the car and drove away.

The old man and Xiao Wang, who were in charge of coordinating at the noodle shop, saw their companions nod, paid the money with an incredible look on their faces, and also merged into the crowd and disappeared.

As soon as they left, a rickshaw stopped in front of the apartment and Jin Dayong got off with a serious face.

(End of this chapter)