My spy diary

Chapter 485 Closing the Net (asking for monthly tickets)

Zhang Yi and He Zhiyuan stood behind the half-open window, staring at the movements outside intently.

A few minutes later, a rickshaw stopped in front of the apartment and a thin man wearing a black top hat, a gray gown and sunglasses got out of the car.

After paying the fare and sending the driver away, the man took out a handkerchief from his pocket, took off his sunglasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

The moment the man took off his sunglasses, Zhang Yi was completely stunned. This man, no, to be more precise, this woman dressed as a man, she was none other than the Japanese female spy Nanzō Yunko who was arrested for the Huang Jun leak case.

The woman was sentenced to life imprisonment and imprisoned in Jinling Laohuqiao Central Prison.

But a few months later, the Japanese army attacked Nanjing. Nanzō Yūko seduced the enemy with her beauty and, with the help of the guards, she successfully escaped from prison. She then sneaked to Shanghai and continued to stir up trouble in the Special High Section. The Military Control Commission organized people to attack her many times, but she managed to escape. Unexpectedly, this woman appeared in the mountain city again.

Zhang Yi was still surprised. Nanzō Yunko glanced around and found nothing unusual, then turned around and walked into the apartment.

Could it be that the person who contacted Kitagawa Ichiro was Nanzō Yunko?
"What's wrong?" He Zhiyuan noticed his abnormality, turned around and looked at him.

Zhang Yi smiled, and this smile had some different meaning. After a pause, he said, "I just saw an acquaintance."

He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Acquaintance? Do you know the person just now?"

"Director He should also know the mastermind behind the Huang Jun case."

"Nanzō Yunko? The female spy?" This answer was obviously beyond He Zhiyuan's expectations.

Zhang Yi nodded: "I didn't expect that it would be Nanzō Yunko who showed up."

"So it seems that the Special Higher Police and the Ume Agency have joined forces?"

"should be."

"Is it for their so-called decapitation plan? Or is there a bigger conspiracy?" He Zhiyuan pondered. After thinking for a while, he sneered, "They have a trick up their sleeve, but we have a wall. No matter what the conspiracy is, we will know it all in a while."

On this side, Nanzō Yunko quietly came to the door of the room where Kitagawa Ichiro lived, looked around, and then knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened and Ichiro Kitagawa stood inside, holding a gun in his hands behind his back, staring suspiciously at the "man" in front of him, identifying him carefully.

"Good afternoon." Nanzō Yunko took the initiative to greet him and took off her sunglasses with a smile. "I hope you are doing well!"

"It's you." Kitagawa Ichiro snorted and put away his gun. "Come in."

Nanzō Yunko took all of this in and gave him a charming smile: "I thought Kitagawa-kun was going to give me a cigarette."

Kitagawa Ichiro closed the door and stared at her back for a few seconds: "I don't have any ladies' cigarettes here."

"I can smoke the same cigarettes that men smoke." Nanzō Yunko smiled conceitedly, then took out a pack of Laodao brand cigarettes, popped out a cigarette, tapped it on the cigarette box skillfully, then put it in her mouth, lit it with a lighter, and walked towards the sofa while smoking.

Ichiro Kitagawa said nothing, just stood there and looked at her.

Nanzō Yunko blew out a smoke ring and looked at him: "Why don't you come over and sit over here?"

Kitagawa Ichiro hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down. However, he seemed unwilling to talk to this vicious woman, staring at the tea set on the coffee table, and even unwilling to look at her directly.

Nanzō Yunko seemed quite relaxed, crossing her legs and saying, "Kitagawa-kun, although the Ume Agency and the Special High Section have different focuses and working methods, and there have been some conflicts in recent years due to competition, we all serve the interests of the Empire of Japan, and we are united in dealing with China's anti-Japanese forces and maintaining the interests of the Empire of Japan's rule in China. That's why we can sit together face to face today."

"Yeah. It's always hard to guess what the superiors are thinking." Kitagawa Ichiro smiled bitterly, took out a cigarette from under the coffee table, lit it, took a puff, turned it around in his mouth, and then spit it out.

Nanzō Yunko looked at him and said, "If you're not addicted, why are you still smoking it?"

“I’ve quit for a long time.”

"Quit it? Afraid of exposing your identity?"

"Yes, business is not easy these days, and every family has its own problems."

"It's okay. My book is much thicker than yours."

Beichuan listened to her meaningful words, his face looked a little unhappy, and he said with emotion: "Thick, the content may not be rich." Then, he threw the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and lit another one casually, "Tell me, what do you need our Mei Agency to do?"

Nanzō Yunko did not give a direct answer, but said: "Before coming to Yamashiro, the military gave me a detailed introduction to the extensive preliminary work done by the Ume Agency. I must first express my gratitude here."

"You've come all the way to the mountain city, so you have more to say than just this, right?"

"Kitagawa-kun is a smart man, so I'll get straight to the point."

"What do you need us to do?" Kitagawa Ichiro continued to dwell on the previous question.

"people."

"How much?" Kitagawa Ichiro frowned slightly, "I'm also short of manpower here, and I'm already exhausted."

"Unless it's urgent, I won't be in such a hurry to consult you." Nanzō Yunko narrowed her eyes and held up a finger. "At least fifty people. And I have to make it clear that these people must not be just mediocre people. They must be the best agents of the Empire of Japan."

"No, let alone fifty, there are not even five." Kitagawa Ichiro answered very straightforwardly.

Seeing that he was so uncooperative, Nanzō Yunko's eyes became sharper, and then she became polite again, "Kitagawa-kun, you can definitely transfer the people from Wuhan and Nanning here."

Kitagawa Ichiro looked up at her and said firmly, "I am only responsible for the affairs in Yamashiro, not over there."

"What if Matsuda-kun agrees?"

This surprised Ichiro Kitagawa: "Have you met Colonel Matsuda?"

“He is the instructor of my training class.”

Hearing this answer, Kitagawa Ichiro suddenly realized and pretended to cough twice. Most of the first lessons for female spies are men. He smiled strangely:

"You want to use Colonel Matsuda to pressure me?"

“It’s a kind of encouragement.”

Kitagawa Ichiro's face turned cold: "Ms. Yunzi, you are here to find helpers, not subordinates. Humph, although we are all loyal to the Great Empire of Japan and the Emperor, isn't it a bit too natural for us to let the Ume Agency pay and work, and you, the Special High Section, just sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor?"

Nanzō Yunko chuckled, "Well, it seems I can't get any benefits from Kitagawa-kun, so let's divide the responsibilities. We will send 25 people from the Special High Section. Is that ok?" Then she changed the subject, "Kitagawa-kun, when the plan succeeds, you won't be so sarcastic. This is a big game, and history will remember our great achievements."

"Really? How big?"

"You will eventually know what I should tell you." Kitagawa Ichiro looked at him sarcastically, "Really? Could it be bigger than the decapitation plan?"

"I'm not telling you now, not because I don't trust you, I'm just worried about your Mei Agency's confidentiality measures. I heard that you've lost several people recently."

After this slap, Ichiro Kitagawa's face looked even uglier.

"But don't worry, I can help you solve these troubles. I'll give you a gift as a token of our sincerity in cooperation." Nanzō Yunko threw a date to him.

"Gift?" Beichuan Ichiro asked deliberately mockingly, "The gold bars that Wang Tianhai secretly buried?"

"People." Nanzō Yunko smiled slightly, "Talent is the most precious gift, especially people who can help you solve problems."

Kitagawa Ichiro stared at Nanzō Yunko, as if trying to discern the truth in her words. After a moment of silence, he said, "Are they from the Military Control Commission?"

"To be precise, they are from the Military Intelligence Corps." After saying this, Nanzō Yunko did not intend to stay any longer. She stood up and was about to leave when Kitagawa Ichiro called her back, "Is everything we are doing now related to the decapitation plan?"

"Of course, it's an appetizer. Is that ok with you?"

"I'm fine."

"Okay." Nanzō Yunko nodded and walked out.

What the two didn't know was that their entire conversation was silently transmitted through the wiretap.

"It's indeed Nanzō Yunko." He Zhiyuan hung up the phone and said with a disdainful smile: "Who cares about his decapitation plan or surrender plan? As long as Nanzō Yunko and Kitagawa Ichiro are arrested, everything will fall apart."

"Isn't it too hasty to arrest them now? We still don't know who the black cloak and Colonel Matsuda are. How about playing it safe? Wait until they gather their forces together, and then catch them all in one fell swoop?"

He Zhiyuan shook his head: "We don't make assumptions. We should catch the leader first. As long as we get rid of the big fish, the rotten fish and shrimp will not be able to make waves. Of course, we have to ask the director for instructions on how to do it specifically."

As he spoke, he instructed the plainclothes officers to closely monitor Nanzō Yunko's every move, then picked up the phone and dialed.

On the other side, after Nanzō Yunko left, Kitagawa Ichiro also picked up the phone. He made the first call but no one answered. He thought for a moment and dialed another number: "Hello, help me find Principal Zhou."

In the classroom of Qixin Primary School, Principal Zhou was teaching a class. He looked to be nearly sixty years old, and the years had left deep and shallow wrinkles on his face. His hair had long been gray and was sparsely distributed on top of his head, but it was combed neatly.

He was wearing a simple but clean Mao suit. At this moment, he straightened his slightly bent back and wrote two big words on the blackboard with chalk: "Integrity."

Then he turned around, threw the chalk on the podium and said: "Students, don't underestimate these two words. Integrity is not only a spiritual quality, but also a patriotic sentiment. Take Su Wu of the Han Dynasty for example. He was detained on a diplomatic mission to the Xiongnu and was threatened and bribed by the enemy many times, but he refused them all. Later, he was exiled to the North Sea to herd sheep. He held the Han Dynasty's imperial seal and went through 19 years of hardships without giving in. This is because he had integrity."

He looked at the students below and continued, "Students, as long as everyone has integrity, the backbone of the nation will not be broken. In Chinese history, there are many people like Su Wu, such as Wen Tianxiang, Fang Xiaoru, etc. I especially like Wen Tianxiang. He lived in the Southern Song Dynasty, living in a corner, trying to survive against the Yuan army. After he was captured, the enemy promised him a high position and generous salary, but he would rather die than obey. He wrote a famous sentence of Qianhu and died heroically. I will read it to you now."

All the students below sat upright, looking at him intently.

After hard encounters, there are few stars all around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering.

Pantou said panic, sighing separately.

Who has never died since ancient times? Keep your loyalty and history.

Principal Zhou straightened his chest confidently and calmly, and recited passionately with a solemn and upright look on his face. When he recited to the climax, his voice became louder and louder, and even tears appeared in his eyes.

The students in the audience seemed to be infected by his emotions, and the classroom was silent.

At this moment, the door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open, and the school gatekeeper poked his head in: "Principal Zhou, Principal Zhou——"

Principal Zhou turned around and looked at him with an angry look on his face.

The concierge said anxiously, "Someone just called you and said that no one answered the phone in your office, so they asked me to pass on a message to you."

"A message? Who's calling?"

"He said he was your cousin, his last name is Liu, Liu Bingyao."

Principal Zhou understood immediately and walked over quickly: "What did he say?"

"He said that one of your relatives is seriously ill and asked you to go back immediately."

Principal Zhou's face darkened. Without waiting for the doorman to say anything, or to tell the students anything, he turned around and ran outside.

Rushing into the office in a hurry, he found a pistol from the cabinet, put it on his back, and continued to run downstairs.

There were several bicycles parked here. He just ran over breathlessly when he saw two black cars rushing towards him at lightning speed. He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly dropped his bicycles and ran towards the hill behind the office.

After the plainclothes officers discovered him, they immediately chased after him.

"Bang bang bang" bullets hit the mountain, causing gravel to fly everywhere. Principal Zhou circled around, dodging while firing back at several plainclothes police officers.

Soon, he ran out of bullets. He removed the magazine, took out another one, and was about to load it in when suddenly a bullet flew towards him. His body suddenly trembled and he fell on his back.

On the other side, He Zhiyuan hung up the phone, and a smug smile appeared on his lips: "The chief has given the order, close the net immediately."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became excited.

"Group One, Group Two, immediately raid the hotel where Kuroda Chisuke and Kuroki are staying and clear the perimeter."

"Groups three and four, surround Kitagawa Ichiro's residence."

"Yes."

"Where is Nan Zao Yunzi?"

"Director Zhang is watching personally. There are two teams nearby that can be mobilized to provide support at any time."

"Very good." He Zhiyuan raised his wrist and signaled everyone to check their watches. "Check the time and act together in five minutes!"

"Yes."

Here, Zhang Yi was holding a telescope and looking through the front windshield of the car, staring at Nanzō Yunko intently. He adopted a segmented tracking method to track her, and the distance between the cars was controlled at a few hundred meters. He was not afraid of being discovered by her at all.

After Nanzō Yunko came out of Kitagawa Ichiro's house, she just kept walking forward without looking back. This made Zhang Yi feel a little strange, but before he had time to think about it, he saw her turn and turn into an alley.

(End of this chapter)