My spy diary

Chapter 493 Invitation (asking for monthly ticket)

No one heard.

Zhang Yi waited anxiously, but there was no answering sound, and he felt a little angry.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and dialed the number again.

"Beep, beep--Hey!"

Finally got through!

Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked, "The attendant's room?"

A male attendant's voice came over the phone that day: "This is the attendant's duty room, who are you?"

"I'm from the Judicial Department of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Before he could finish his words, the other end interrupted him impatiently: "Why did the Military Intelligence Bureau call here? Are there still rules? If you have anything to say, please find Group 6."

With that, he hung up the phone with a click.

Zhang Yi was stunned holding the receiver, thinking: "Could it be that Mr. Chang is going to have a disaster? What a pity."

It’s a pity that it’s the Anti-Japanese War period now, and Chang cannot die, especially not at the hands of the Japanese.

He thought to himself, "I wanted to report this matter, but now that it has come to this, instead of reporting it to Dai Chunfeng, I might as well go through it myself. If I do it well, I might be able to turn a bad thing into a good thing."

After making up his mind, he glanced at his watch. It was 8:17, and there were still thirteen minutes before the banquet started. He quickly put down the phone and ran outside while shouting "Prepare the car".

Eight twenty-six.

Eight twenty-seven.

With a sharp brake sound, Zhang Yi jumped out of the car. As expected, the armed guards rushed up and stopped him.

The leader was a young officer with a pistol and a green stubble on his face. He came over angrily and was about to lose his temper. When he saw Zhang Yi's face, he asked in surprise, "Director Zhang, what are you doing here?"

"I have something important to discuss with Director Dai."

The officer looked at him without commenting, "Do you have an invitation?"

"what?"

"Invitation."

"No, it's urgent military business."

The officer's right hand unconsciously touched the gun handle again. He looked at Zhang Yi with a little more vigilance in his eyes:

"I'm sorry, Director Zhang, you have official duties to perform, and the brothers are also performing official duties, please don't make things difficult for us."

"No one is trying to embarrass you. It's just an urgent military matter. I need to see Director Dai right now. Can you please inform him for me?"

The officer ignored his words and shook his head: "I'm sorry, Director Dai is accompanying the chairman. If you have anything to say, wait until the banquet is over."

The banquet is over? By then, the flowers will be cold. Although Zhang Yi knew that the officer's words were correct, at this critical moment, every second counted, and he could not care less. He walked inside and shouted angrily: "Is it so difficult to report? Can you afford to delay military intelligence?"

Seeing that Zhang Yi was about to "rush the guard post", the officer snorted coldly, and the guards surrounded him.

But Zhang Yi was not afraid at all. He took the initiative to push and shove the guards, shouting loudly:

"I told you to report it. Is that so difficult? Can you afford to delay military intelligence?"

In the chaos, a gun barrel was pointed at Zhang Yi, and the chaotic restlessness immediately calmed down. Zhang Yi looked up and saw that it was the officer just now. He poked Zhang Yi's chest with the muzzle of the gun:
"You are rebelling. Don't you see where you are?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yi raised his hand, grabbed the barrel of the Browning, put it against his forehead, and said, "Shoot if you dare."

The officer's eyes were wide open as he stared at Zhang Yi.

"Shoot." Zhang Yi's tone was very calm. He took another step forward and said, "If you don't kill me today, you don't deserve to wear this military uniform."

"Even a clay man can still be angry. You are the director, but we only listen to the chairman. Don't be shameless." The veins on the officer's forehead bulged, and his hand suddenly rested on the trigger.

At this critical moment, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded, followed by Mao Qiwu's voice: "Zhang Yi? What are you doing here?"

Next to him was a middle-aged man in the uniform of a major general. He was none other than Chang's fellow villager, the chief guard of the attendant's room, Wang Shihe.

"Where's Chief Dai?"

"The commander is in there, what happened?"

"Something big has happened." Zhang Yi didn't care about that and pulled aside Mao Qiwu and Wang Shihe, who looked suspicious. "It's extremely urgent. I won't say more. The Japanese spy confessed that a female spy brought a violin with a bomb hidden in it into the banquet hall. Now we must find this person and stop her actions."

"Violin?" When Mao Qiwu heard this, a beautiful figure emerged in his mind. He shuddered, his heart beat non-stop, and cold sweat flowed down his temples. He said, "This, this..."

"Are you sure?" Wang Shihe's face also changed drastically. He didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him if such a thing happened.

"There's no time to explain." Zhang Yi looked at his watch again and ran straight to the banquet hall. Mao and Wang were stunned for a moment and hurriedly caught up with him.

A warm applause echoed throughout the banquet hall. At the same time, behind the curtain, Wu Bing glanced at his watch. It was 8:29 and it was time to go on stage.

She narrowed her eyes, and at this moment, she was like a hungry wolf hunting, making final preparations.

However, here, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a panicked figure rushing into the marching team. His panicked appearance was very different from those officials who were either cold and stern or smiling. She looked carefully and found that it was Mao Qiwu.

"What is he here for?"

Wu Bing looked at them suspiciously, and saw Mao Qiwu awkwardly squeezed into the crowd, tugged at Dai Chunfeng's sleeve, and whispered something. Dai Chunfeng's face immediately changed, and he stared at him fiercely. Then he stepped forward, came to Chang's side, and respectfully reported something.

Chang tilted his ear slightly to listen, and although his expression did not change, his steps suddenly froze, and his skinny fingers unconsciously groped for a button on his military uniform.

This subconscious action was undoubtedly an act of disguising fear. "Did they know?"

Wu Bing was thinking in doubt and uncertainty, when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She turned around in horror and saw a knife slashing her neck fiercely.

"It's over, I'm exposed!" This was her last thought before she fainted.

Next to them, the actor who was about to go on stage looked at what had just happened in amazement.

"you"

"Shh!" Zhang Yi held a pistol in one hand and a violin in the other, and said expressionlessly, "When dealing with the Military Control Commission, stop talking nonsense. Do you have any backups?"

A woman in a cheongsam in the crowd was stunned for a moment and swallowed her saliva: "Why did the Military Control Commission arrest our people?"

"She's a Japanese spy." Zhang Yi glanced at everyone and saw that everyone had different expressions. He snorted coldly, "Everyone, cheer up. The performance can't be chaotic, and nothing can go wrong. What are you doing standing there? Why don't you go borrow some musical instruments from the British?"

The woman looked at him in surprise for a few seconds, and finally reacted. She hurriedly ran to the next room and quickly brought back a violin.

As the curtain slowly opened, two spotlights came on, the actors came on stage one by one, the band conductor waved his baton, and beautiful music played in unison.

Compared with the bustle in front, the backstage was like another world, eerily quiet.

Dai Chunfeng came over with Mao Qiwu, Wang Shihe and several plainclothes officers with a serious look on his face, staring at the violin:
"Director Zhang, do you mean the bomb is inside?"

"That's right." Zhang Yi carefully put down the violin. "The weight is wrong. I felt the bomb shake a little just now. To avoid accidents, we can't move it anymore."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone froze in place.

Dai Chunfeng frowned, his expression uncertain. He glared at Mao Qiwu and Wang Shihe fiercely: "What's going on? I have already ordered a strict investigation. No suspicious people or suspicious things are allowed to be brought in. What a bunch of rubbish!"

Wang Shihe looked unhappy, he curled his lips and said nothing. Mao Qiwu kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling uneasy.

Zhang Yi has gained two major things since he traveled through time. One is that he has gradually developed a deep and calm character, and the other is that he has diligently learned the skills of a special agent. Although he is nervous at this moment, he is still calm. He said, "Calm down, sir. Now we should dismantle the bomb first."

Dai Chunfeng nodded and glared at Mao Qiwu: "What are you doing standing there, you useless bastard? Call the technical department right away and ask them to send someone to dismantle the bomb. Also..."

At this point, he glanced at Wang Shihe and said, "Brother Shihe, please persuade the chairman again."

Chang heard about the bomb, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous, but he couldn't cancel the banquet in front of the foreign ambassador. He was caught in a dilemma, and after Zhang Yi controlled Wu Bing, he announced the start of the performance. But secretly he told Dai Chunfeng to take care of everything.

The people above just talk and the people below run their legs off. So it was Dai Chunfeng who was holding back his anger at the moment.

"I'm afraid it's running out of time." Zhang Yi took a deep breath and took out a dagger from behind his waist. After thinking for a while, he tore off a button, cut it with the dagger, and used it as a screwdriver to slowly unscrew the screws on the violin. He saw a miniature time bomb modified from a pocket watch inside it.

Although it is just a miniature bomb, no one dares to ignore it. Although it is small in size, if it is filled with high-explosive explosives, it will produce high temperature, high pressure and high-speed flying shrapnel when it explodes. If it explodes at close range, the human body will be injured by the impact force, high temperature burns and penetration of shrapnel, either death or serious injury. Especially in such crowded places, it will cause more casualties.

"In thirty seconds, the bomb will explode."

As soon as these words came out, everyone took a breath of cold air.

Dai Chunfeng looked solemn: "Can you dismantle it?"

"Leave it to me. I learned how to defuse bombs when I was a secret agent, but I need some tools."

"Okay, Yunyi, I'll leave everything to you. Go find the tools quickly and don't run too far. Go to the distribution room." Dai Chunfeng felt relieved. He looked at him deeply and waved his hand for everyone to step back carefully.

Soon, a plainclothes officer came in sweating and brought a toolbox containing pliers, scissors, screwdrivers and other simple tools.

I have learned it and I know it, but I am not necessarily good at it.

Zhang Yi was not good at bomb disposal, but he could tell at a glance that the assembly method of the bomb in front of him was similar to the method of making homemade bombs in the internal training of the Military Control Commission.

He selected a pair of pliers with rubber handles from the tool box and stared at the bomb.

The densely packed and intricate detonation circuits on the outside of the pocket watch were tangled together like a spider web, and the wiring was extremely chaotic. Only by cutting the live wire could the bomb be prevented from exploding. If there was a mistake or the wrong one was disassembled, he himself would be the first to be reduced to ashes.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath and recalled what his instructor said during the training class at the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Police Academy: "Remember, red is the heartbeat, blue is the breath, and cutting any one of them could be an invitation to death."

To find the live wire, you must first find the positive pole, which is a common method. However, Zhang Yi knew that the secret agents of the Military Control Commission would deliberately swap the positive and negative poles of the battery to confuse the enemy, so would the Japanese do the same? Zhang Yi did not know.

"Tick, tick." The gears inside the pocket watch meshed and turned, and every sound was like a death countdown, making people's heartbeats unconsciously accelerate with the rhythm of the machine.

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. Soon, he found the live wire among the dense thread ends.

Just as he extended the pliers towards the live wire, his pupils suddenly shrank and he found that there was an imperceptible thin wire at the bottom of the red wire. He immediately stopped and carefully followed the wire to the back of the pocket watch and found that the wire was tied to the convex surface of the bomb. He was shocked. It turned out that there was a bomb hidden behind the explosives. If he cut the red wire directly, the second bomb would explode immediately!

"Damn it, the Japanese are too cunning."

Cursing inwardly, seeing that there were only three seconds left, Zhang Yi gritted his teeth, raised the pliers, aimed at the wire that hid the bomb, and cut it.

"Click!" The hands of the pocket watch finally stopped.

"Bomb disposal!" A drop of cold sweat dripped down Zhang Yi's temple.

"Thank you for your hard work, Yunyi." Dai Chunfeng, who had finally put his worries aside, breathed a sigh of relief, walked up with a smile, took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, and handed it to him, "Hurry, wipe the sweat off your face."

"Thank you, Chief." Zhang Yi didn't know whether the handkerchief was clean or had been used to wipe his nose, so he took it with tears of gratitude.

"You're welcome, you deserve it!" Dai Chunfeng's face was full of admiration. "Yun Yi, I have to thank you for what happened today. If you hadn't arrived in time, the Japanese invaders' conspiracy would have almost succeeded. If the chairman... the consequences would be unimaginable, and you and I would both become sinners in history."

Zhang Yi smiled humbly: "You are too kind, Director. This is what I should do. I will unite my will and protect the leader. I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Well said, this is the mission of our group." Dai Chunfeng praised and patted his shoulder affectionately, "Are you exhausted? Go home early and have a good sleep."

"Yes." Zhang Yi nodded, stood up and saluted, then turned and left.

Mao Qiqu stood aside, hunched over, feeling uneasy and sullen. After a while, he had recovered. He looked at Zhang Yi's leaving back with a complicated expression, with a hint of jealousy in his face. He felt that after this incident, if the Chairman looked at him differently, Zhang might rise to great heights.

(End of this chapter)