My spy diary

Chapter 496 Execution (asking for monthly ticket)

Sun Mingyuan felt guilty and was treated like this by Monkey and Qian Xiaosan. He immediately felt uneasy and his legs went weak. He reluctantly followed the two into the office and saluted Zhang Yi and Yang Zaixing.

"Director Yang, Director Zhang."

"Hmm." Yang Zaixing and Sun Mingyuan were not very familiar with each other, so he just hummed and stopped talking. He looked at Zhang Yi, wondering how this unknown man under his command had attracted Zhang Yi's attention.

Zhang Yi and Sun Mingyuan were even less familiar with each other. He was always casual with people close to him, and even with subordinates he didn't know, he handled things impartially and never acted pretentiously or deliberately made things difficult for them. However, at this moment, after Sun Mingyuan saluted and waited for a while, Zhang Yi didn't say a word.

Yang Zaixing was puzzled, but Sun Mingyuan became more and more uneasy. He plucked up his courage, quietly raised his head and nodded, trying to peek at Zhang Yi's expression, but saw Zhang Yi sitting on the chair with an expressionless face, looking at him thoughtfully, and their eyes met.

Sun Mingyuan was startled and quickly lowered his eyes, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, not daring to look around anymore.

"Director Zhang?"

Yang Zaixing spoke. He was really depressed. He said he wanted to meet Sun Mingyuan, but when he came, you didn't say anything. You waved your hands with a gloomy face. He hated this the most. Pretending to be deep didn't solve the problem. If there was really something wrong with this Sun Mingyuan, there was nothing he couldn't find out under Sanmu's guidance.

Seeing Yang Zaixing speaking, Sun Mingyuan immediately put on a respectful expression: "My two superiors, why did you ask me to come here? What can I do for you?"

Zhang Yi seemed not to have heard his words. He pulled out his pistol, removed the magazine, and hooked his fingertips on the magazine buckle. With a crisp sound, the seven-legged orange bullets fell into his hand. He rubbed it in his hand for a while, reloaded it one by one, and slammed the magazine heavily into the gun body with a "pop". Then he slowly raised his head, stared at Sun Mingyuan for a few seconds, and said word by word: "How much did you sell yourself for?"

"Buzz..." Sun Mingyuan felt his scalp tingling, his ears buzzing, and his limbs going limp. He took a deep breath and managed to steady himself. He asked in a trembling voice, "Zhang, Director Zhang, please forgive my ignorance, but what do you mean by that?"

"Yes, Director, what are you doing?" Yang Zaixing thought, looked at Zhang Yi suspiciously, then turned his gaze to Sun Mingyuan and scolded, "Tell me, what have you done?"

"I didn't do anything."

Zhang Yi ignored Yang Zaixing and continued to ask Sun Mingyuan: "Are you ignorant? Your family is a landlord, no, it should be said that it is a gentry, and you have attended a high school and successfully entered the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Police Academy. To be honest, you are one in a million. Is such a person also ignorant?"

"Humble, humble position."

"You are a smart man, you should know what I am talking about?"

"I, I..." Sun Mingyuan shivered all over.

"What benefit did Nanzō Yunko give you?"

Hearing this, Sun Mingyuan was completely desperate. He fell to the ground with a plop, kowtowed and said repeatedly: "Director Zhang, I was wrong. I was careless for a moment and she..."

Yang Zaixing still didn't understand that his subordinates had betrayed him. He moved a little uncomfortably and said with a fake smile: "Director Zhang, what is going on? Has he been instigated by Nan Zao Yunzi? I am so scared that I didn't realize it beforehand."

"He admitted it himself, could it be fake?"

"Yes, yes." Yang Zaixing nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, Director Zhang. Although he is my subordinate, Yang has only one position on this matter. The interests of the party and the country are above all else."

As he spoke, he walked up to Sun Mingyuan with a look of deep sorrow and kicked him hard a few times, "Tell me the truth, there are no accomplices!"

"That's enough." Zhang Yi waved his hand and said to Monkey and Qian Xiaosan, "Drag them away, send them to the interrogation room, and torture them directly."

"Yes."

Sun Mingyuan's face turned pale, and he was trembling and struggling. He tried to get up and run away in a panic, but he was no match for Monkey and Qian Xiaosan. They kicked and pushed him and dragged him down like a dead dog.

Yang Zaixing moved his mouth but said nothing. He wanted to participate in the interrogation, so that he could be prepared in case other people from the institute were implicated, but since Zhang Yi didn't speak, he had to remain silent.

After a while, he asked for something to talk about: "Director Zhang, you happen to be free today, how about inspecting the detention center?"

"Don't worry. Nothing is more important than executing the traitors to the Party and the country. What do you think?" Zhang Yi glanced at him and continued without waiting for him to speak, "Have you prepared the report on the execution of the Japanese spies?"

"It's already been done. Just sign it."

"That's good." Zhang Yi nodded. They were just a few Japanese spies. There was no need to report to the Military Law Enforcement Directorate for approval. He just needed to sign and report to Boss Dai for his approval.

On the other side, Kong Xiaobao was respectfully reporting the matter of the gas station to Kong San in his villa. Kong San was about 30 years old, with a fair complexion, and looked like a pampered man.

However, unlike the others who were dressed in suits, he was wearing a well-tailored black jacket and robe with a white round-necked shirt underneath. There was a small pocket on the left side of the chest of the robe, with a bright orange gold watch lying quietly in it.

"Gas station?"

"Yes, it is said that this thing is very popular abroad and makes a lot of money."

"Do you need me to tell you?" Kong San glared at him. Although he had never been abroad, the young masters of the Kong family, including his adopted son Lin Shiliang, had all studied abroad. They were very familiar with foreign affairs through what they saw and heard. Naturally, he knew about gas stations, and that many of them were chain enterprises.

Most people couldn't do this kind of deal, but he, Kong San, could. He could complete the formalities by just making a phone call. As for gasoline, it was even simpler. Lin Shiliang relied on the Central Trust Bureau's Transportation Department to smuggle a batch back from the Myanmar Highway, which happened to come in handy at this moment.

After coming out of the banquet, Kong Xiaobao did not go back directly. Instead, he took great pains to run to Longmen Detention Center to see the land. He also took great pains to get a lot of information from the guards. Now, when he had the chance, he tried his best to persuade Kong San to accept his opinion, but was interrupted by Kong San. He felt like he had something stuck in his throat and was at a loss.

However, seeing Kong San frowning and staring at the map in thought, he didn't dare to disturb him and could only laugh dryly.

After a while, Kong San finally spoke: "There is a problem now."

"What trouble?"

"This piece of land is in the hands of the Military Control Commission."

"That's easy. Sir, just give the Military Control Commission a heads-up. If that doesn't work, there's still Mr. Kong."

Hearing this, Kong San looked at him as if he were an idiot. Power has always been mutually restrained. If Dai Chunfeng didn't come, he would be at odds with Mr. Kong. He went there in the morning with a blatant attitude. He was told that he couldn't see Boss Dai. Even if he did, others would not give him face. He would only be asking for humiliation. Kong San still had this self-knowledge.

Besides, if we have to ask Mr. Kong for such a small matter, what’s the use of him?
Furthermore, the recent theft of secrets at the Presidential Palace and the explosion at the hospital warehouse have caused a lot of uproar in the city. Someone spread the rumor that the explosives in the explosions came from the black market. After hearing the news, Mr. Kong called him in and gave him a scolding, telling him to keep a low profile and behave himself. How could he dare to make a big fuss this time for a piece of land?

After pondering for a while, Kong San suddenly had an idea and asked, "Do you think we can take the land directly from the detention center?"

"Young Master, do you mean to win over and bribe the detention center director Yang Zaixing?"

Kong San shook his head. He was well-informed. He had heard that the director of the Justice Department had been changed and it was now Zhang Yi. It was also said that Zhang had just saved the old man's life and was now a favorite of Boss Dai. He had already established a firm foothold in the Justice Department. It would be better for him to go directly to Zhang Yi instead of looking for Yang Zaixing.

He told him what he was thinking, and Kong Xiaobao immediately agreed, saying impatiently: "Who cares if he is a director or a director? There are few officials these days who don't like money. Just give him tens of thousands of yuan, or a few small yellow croakers and be done with it."

Kong Xiaobao’s idea was simple and direct, just pick up and smash it.

Kong San looked at him with disdain and sneered, "He is a major general after all. He is not like us businessmen in the business world. He will not give money directly. It will be too coppery and will insult his elegance and hurt his self-esteem." "What does the young master mean?"

"Well," Kong San thought for a moment and said, "Nowadays, many officials who have a bit of taste and a bit of cleverness like to collect antiques, cultural relics, or calligraphy and paintings by celebrities. Accepting such things sounds elegant and dignified, and it also avoids the suspicion of bribery."

He was a decisive man, so he made a prompt decision and said, "Just do as I say. Find an antique shop right away and tell me if you find one that's suitable. I'll have the accountant pay you."

Kong Xiaobao nodded in agreement, thought for a moment, and then said, "It seems not enough to just deal with Zhang Yi. Should we also give some small gifts to Yang Zaixing and the guy named Ruan?"

"Okay, it's up to you."

Kong Xiaobao did what he said and went to the antique shop to choose a gift.

“It’s a nice day!”

"Yes, it has been cloudy for several days in a row, and today we finally see the sun."

"Is that an auspicious day?" The car stopped and Zhang Yi got out with a smile.

At this moment, they came to the foot of the mountain not far from Wanglongmen Detention Center. Behind them, a truck also stopped. A group of secret agents were carrying out the bound and gagged Japanese spies and traitors from the truck. Lin Xiao, Jin Dayong, Kuroda, Matsuda, Uchiyama Misuko, Sun Mingyuan were all there, and the last one was Wu Bing.

After being taken off the truck, the group was escorted to a bare pile of yellow earth at the foot of the mountain and stood in a row.

Zhang Yi and Yang Zaixing stood in front of the pile of loess, and more than a dozen agents from the Action Corps stood at attention behind them, fully armed.

“It looks very quiet.”

"Even though your mouth is blocked, you can't be quiet." Yang Zaixing complained in his heart, but responded with a mouth, "Yes, the silence makes me feel creepy."

As the two were talking, the captain of the execution team ran up to Zhang Yi and saluted him, "Reporting to the director, the criminal investigation team is ready, please give instructions!"

"Check your identity again."

"Yes."

"And." Zhang Yi paused and continued, "In the past, we always fired a burst of typesetting guns and then checked the bodies, shot more, etc. This time, let's change the way and do it one by one. Don't the Japanese like to shout "Long live the emperor" the most? Let them see how the brains of their accomplices are sprayed out, and see if they have the courage to shout again. It is said that people who are dying will always be greedy for life. If someone regrets and wants to explain, we have to give them time."

"Yes." The captain of the execution team saluted respectfully, turned and walked towards the seven Japanese spies and traitors.

Under the pile of loess, the two secret agents first twisted the "traitor" Jin Dayong, who was shaking like a sieve, to the side and forced him to kneel on the ground.

The captain of the execution team walked behind Jin Dayong with a loaded Browning, aimed at the back of his head and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang" of a gunshot, Jin Dayong fell to the ground.

Then came the second and third.

"Bang bang."

It was Sun Mingyuan's turn next. Zhang Yi waved his hand to signal the execution captain to stop, then looked at Yang Zaixing and said, "Captain Yang, you should personally escort your man."

Yang Zaixing was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. He walked up with his gun and started shooting.

"Bang." Sun Mingyuan trembled and struggled to say something, but his mouth was blocked and he could not utter a word and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Bang" another gunshot was heard, this time it was Misuko Uchiyama.

When he arrived at Matsuda's place, Zhang Yi pulled out his pistol, walked up to him, pointed the gun at the back of his head, then turned around and signaled the secret agents to bring Wu Bing over as well.

Matsuda watched all this with a blank expression, with nothing on his face except despair.

"Ms. Wu, do you have anything to say?" Zhang Yi asked someone to remove the rag stuffed in her mouth and looked at her.

Wu Bing sneered: "What are you talking about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "bang", Zhang Yi shot Matsuda without even turning his head.

Wu Bing was stunned and his face was splashed with blood.

Then, two more shots were fired, and Matsuda fell straight into the mud.

"Now it's your turn." Looking at Zhang Yi with a smile on his face, Wu Bing felt creepy.

As soon as he finished speaking, the plainclothes police came forward and held Wu Bing down.

She looked very calm, as if she had used all her strength to suppress the fear in her heart. But no matter how well-trained she was, she was still a human being of flesh and blood. When death came, how could she remain calm? With the muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of her head, her shoulders began to tremble slightly. Although there was no sound, Zhang Yi knew that she was crying.

"Ms. Wu, let me ask you again, will you tell me or not?"

silence.

"So I shot him?"

Wu Bing closed his eyes in despair.

There was a "click" sound, and the firing pin made a blank sound, and the bullet did not fire.

Wu Bing's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Zhang Yi's puzzled voice came from behind him.

"Huh? Jam?" As he said that, Zhang Yi shot at Wu Bing from the side. "Bang" the bullet grazed her face and shot into the pile of earth.

"Alright again? Pull her up and turn her around."

It was very open, and the plainclothes police saw Wu Bing being dragged up.

Zhang Yi aimed his gun at her forehead.

On the other side, on the empty road opposite the Wanglongmen Detention Center, Kong San and Kong Xiaobao got out of the car.

(End of this chapter)