My spy diary

Chapter 505: Horror (asking for monthly ticket)
"Puff" another kick, the "ball" bounced and rolled to the edge of the corner. As long as you turn your head, you can see Zheng Huhe and three others cleaning.

Seeing the "ball" rolling closer and closer to the wall, Zheng Huhe, who was cleaning, became nervous. He coughed lightly and notified his companion who was passing on information to return to his position immediately.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out and caught up with the "ball", and said proudly: "How about it, good skills, right?"

As he said that, he kicked the "ball" back, and the two continued to fight back and forth.

Zheng Huhe breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to signal his companions to hurry up.

Another long pass, this time the guard used a little more force, and the other person failed to intercept, the "ball" hit the wall, and finally rolled to Zheng Huhe's feet. He tightened his grip on the broom, stared at the guard with his peripheral vision, and coughed calmly. However, his companion was busy handing something to someone in the prison, and didn't seem to hear it.

The guard complained that his companion kicked too hard and walked towards Zheng Huhe's position while muttering.

The distance is getting closer.

Zheng Huhe coughed again, and his hands holding the broom turned pale.

At this moment, there was a dull sound of a door opening, and Zhang Wei walked out of the registration office.

Two guards rushed over.

Zhang Wei looked around, glanced at the corner of the passage and asked, "In the claws?"

A plainclothes officer smiled and said, "I'm out of cigarettes, so I'm just kicking the cigarette box for fun."

"Oh." Zhang Wei walked to the corner of the passage, glanced at the ball of paper lying on the ground, and then looked at the three cleaners working hard in the dark, "Is there anything unusual?"

"No, they are all very honest. Don't worry."

"Well, that's good. Have you eaten yet?"

"not yet."

"Let's go. Let Old Wang in the registration office keep an eye on us and have something to eat together. I just have something to tell you." Zhang Wei entered the registration room with two plainclothes officers.

There was a bed in this small room, and a stove on the floor as soon as the door came in.

There was an iron plate on the stove with braised pork head on it, which was sizzling and smelling delicious.

Zhang Wei drove out the salivating old man in the registration office, Lao Wang, and then took out three bottles of beer from the cabinet next to him like a magic trick, and said:

"Drink?"

"Is this okay?" The two guards stared at the plate of meat and were still being polite.

"It's dark and damp inside the prison. Drink some wine and eat some meat to warm yourself up. It's also good for working overtime tonight. Come sit down."

"Hey, if I say I don't want to eat, then I'm being really polite to you."

"Yeah, thanks, boss."

The two guards took the beer, and Zhang Wei smiled. He pulled a stool over and sat down, picking the beer cap with his teeth, and directly grabbed the pork and stuffed it into his mouth, and took another sip of the cold beer, feeling very comfortable.

Seeing Zhang Wei start eating, the two guards who were already eagerly waiting were no longer polite and started eating the food and wine directly.

"If we work overtime tonight, can we finish the cleaning by tomorrow morning?" Zhang Wei took a sip of his wine and asked vaguely.

One guard licked his lips contentedly after eating, tugged at his companion's arm, asked him to eat slower, stared at the meat on the plate with lingering eyes, and said, "It should be about the same."

After saying this, he showed a hint of confusion: "Boss, didn't you say you didn't plan to let them leave? There's no need to be so anxious, right?"

Zhang Wei smiled and did not answer directly, but asked: "Have you ever killed anyone?"

The two were stunned and stopped chewing at the same time.

"No." "Never killed anyone."

Zhang Wei smacked his lips a few times and said slowly, "That doesn't matter. Just know how to shoot. Aim for the heart."

The two guards looked at each other and looked extremely nervous. Their hands holding the pork trembled slightly unconsciously, their Adam's apples rolled up and down, and they kept swallowing their saliva.

Zhang Wei frowned, cursed "softie" in his heart, and asked coldly: "Any questions?"

"No, no." The two nodded blankly.

Seeing the two of them like this, Zhang Wei got even angrier. "Don't nod blindly. Listen carefully. Be alert and keep a close eye on them tonight. When they are done, kill them and bury them somewhere. This way, they won't talk nonsense when they go out. Do you understand?"

The two looked at each other and nodded woodenly: "Understood."

Zhang Wei glared at the two of them in dissatisfaction: "Open your eyes wide, stare at them with your eyeballs. If you make a mistake, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, Zhang Wei put down the beer bottle, turned around and walked out.

The sky gradually darkened. After Zhang Yi reported the case to Boss Dai, he was about to drive away from the bureau headquarters when he saw several cars driving in quickly.

He Zhiyuan got out from the back seat of the middle car and directed several plainclothes officers to escort several prisoners down from the car. One of them was a girl in a cheongsam, who was pushed by two plainclothes officers and staggered forward. Her black curly hair swayed in the air, which was particularly eye-catching.

Zhang Yi saw it clearly. He pretended to meet her by chance and walked over leisurely. The curly-haired girl's face came into his sight completely. He was sure that it was the traitor of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai branch - Chen Suzhen, who went by the alias Su Ji.

He was a little surprised that He Zhiyuan came back from Chengdu so quickly, and said with a smile: "Director He, it seems that you have gained a lot. This time you have made another contribution."

"Thanks to the information you provided." He Zhiyuan looked exhausted but energetic. He pointed at Chen Suzhen's back and said, "Women have two mouths. Don't underestimate them. This woman not only deceived He Dacheng of Jincheng Bank, but also instigated Tang Licheng, a major staff officer of the Third Route Command of the Aviation Commission, Ma Kang, a teacher at Guanxian Air Force Junior School, and a man named Liu Zibu."

At this point, he seemed to remember something, frowned and asked, "I heard that Yang Zaixing got into trouble?"

"Yes, the Kong family was robbed. They don't know what happened, but they insisted that it was done by Old Yang. Isn't this obviously a way to frame someone?" Zhang Yi complained indignantly, then asked, "By the way, who is this Liu Zibu?"

"The Kong family is openly a military supply supplier, but in fact, they are also middlemen." He Zhiyuan curled his lips, shrugged and said, "Brother, you have seen the world this time. Compared with these parasites, we can be said to be a pair of wise men with clean sleeves." Zhang Yi smiled and did not respond. He thought that if the bad habit and cliché of one person's success brings prosperity to the whole family cannot be solved, such things are inevitable.

After a pause, he looked at He Zhiyuan who looked relaxed, shook his head and said, "Even if there is evidence, he is a member of the Kong family, and in the end it still ended in nothing."

"Who said it wasn't?" He Zhiyuan also sighed, and then changed the subject and said, "Brother, do you know who I just thought of?"

"Who?"

"Minister Chen." The so-called Minister Chen is the big boss of the CC faction, Mr. Chen.

"Him? What do you mean?" Zhang Yi looked surprised.

"Our Minister Chen stands high, sees far, and sees deeply. Some of what he said makes sense."

"Oh, I wonder what Minister Chen has to say. I'm all ears."

"It is said, it is said, Minister Chen and a group of CC faction backbones talked about the secret of the party-state personnel relationship. He said it looks complicated, but it is actually very simple. There are only three types of relationships."

"That's a question for you. Which three types of relationships are they?"

"Political relations, economic relations and family and friend relations. Political relations are the highest level of relations, also known as organizational relations, where like-minded people come together to do the same thing and work hard to achieve it.

Take the organization as the foundation, take the foundation as the power, and then use this power to produce or implement the results required by political demands. The Beiyang warlords did not understand this principle, so they were finished. The Red Party regarded this relationship as the only relationship, so they could not be broken up or overthrown. This is the problem. However, many people in our party and country do not attach importance to this primary issue, make other plans, and find two other relationships that infringe on the most important political relationship.

"The second type of relationship is euphemistically called an economic relationship, but in reality it is nothing more than a relationship of collusion, malpractice, and corruption. In the world, profit comes and goes, but in front of Brother Kong Fang, economic relationships trump everything else.

"The third is the relationship between relatives and friends, which is simply nepotism. One's own relatives and friends, the relatives and friends of one's wife's family, and the relatives and friends' connections, anyone who can be related, will try their best to get in. In addition, there are also people from the same hometown, classmates, and the same clan, so they rely on this same connection to get promoted together and make money together."

Zhang Yi looked surprised and asked, "Did Minister Chen really say that?"

"That's for sure." He Zhiyuan said with a teasing look on his face. "It is said that when Minister Chen said this, he was deeply distressed. He said that if a statistics was taken among the various departments of the Party-State, the latter two types of relationships would account for more than 70%, and have squeezed out the first type of relationship to the point where it could no longer survive. So he concluded that the Party-State had reached a dangerous situation and had to change."

Zhang Yi laughed in surprise: "We are all small people, so let's leave this kind of problem to the chairman."

From the perspective of the KMT, Chen Lao Da is indeed a person who understands the problem. His words can be said to have uncovered the "Emperor's New Clothes", openly speaking out the shortcomings and ugliness of the KMT's personnel system. But so what? Seeing things clearly is one thing, and being able to come up with a solution and put it into action is another. He himself has risen to prominence by relying on the latter two types of relationships. He cannot get rid of the relationships he condemns, let alone others.

He Zhiyuan glanced at him and said with a sigh, "That's right, let's not bother ourselves if we keep him half sober and half drunk."

As he spoke, he glanced at his watch and said, "I'm going to see Boss Dai now. Even if we can't do anything with Liu Zibu for the time being, if we use him well, maybe we can exchange him for Yang Zaixing."

Looking at He Zhi's receding back, Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Once Yang Zaixing escaped, how could he and Zheng Huhe's plan be implemented?

I don't know how Lao Zheng is doing?

The night was dark, the air was filled with the smell of damp, and outside the barbed wire, dark clouds loomed and dull thunder was heard.

"Hurry up! You're taking your time. It's like you haven't eaten for several lifetimes." At the Wanglongmen Detention Center, two well-fed and drunken guards, cigarettes in their mouths, kept urging the three cleaners to hurry up and work.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zheng Huhe responded with fear and trepidation, and said to the other two, "Didn't you hear what the commander said? Hurry and do it."

"I got it." The cleaner wiped the sweat from his head with a reluctant look on his face, but he still tried his best.

Seeing this, the two guards smiled with satisfaction.

However, after a while, one of the cleaners suddenly let go of the shovel in his hand, and there was a "bang" sound that was particularly loud in the silent prison corridor.

"What are you doing?" the guard turned around and shouted, but the cleaner remained motionless. Unconsciously, he became more alert, put his hand on his gun, and slowly walked over.

"Ugh." The motionless cleaner's legs suddenly began to tremble. As he began to foam at the mouth, he fell to the ground, and his whole body began to twitch.

"What's going on? Epilepsy?" The guard took a step back in horror and looked at his companions.

His companion was also suspicious. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Zheng Huhe, asking, "What's going on? Is he crazy?"

"No!" Zheng Huhe looked confused. Under the pressure of the guard, he walked forward cautiously and bent over to check. He touched the cleaner's forehead, and suddenly his face changed drastically and he jumped up in horror.

"What's going on?" The guards looked at each other, staring at the terrified Zheng Huhe, and a very bad premonition rose in their hearts, "Speak, what happened to him?"

In the dim corridor, Zheng Huhe was shaking all over, trembling as he wanted to say something. However, before he opened his mouth, he started coughing violently. As if it was contagious, the other cleaner who was originally in a daze also started coughing.

The two guards frowned at this scene and cursed a few times. One of them pulled up the mask on his chin to cover his mouth and nose tightly. He approached the twitching cleaner carefully. He saw that his whole body was convulsing violently, big beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, but he murmured: "Cold, cold, so cold."

Before he could finish his words, he let out a series of short coughs, then unconsciously opened his mouth and breathed in hard, as if he was having difficulty breathing.

The guard was frightened and retreated hastily as if avoiding the plague, pulling his companions out of the passage.

"Quick, report to the boss."

Zhang Wei was full and had a good meal. He was leaning lazily on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, smoking and reading a newspaper. He was furious when he saw the two panicked men who rushed in without even knocking on the door.

"Are there any rules? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on those cleaners? Why are they all here? Tell me, what happened?"

The hurried footsteps and panic made the two guards a little breathless: "Something happened. It seems that the three cleaners all have epilepsy."

"Epilepsy?" Zhang Wei was stunned, then his face darkened, "Stupid, how can three people get epilepsy at the same time?"

"Boss, it's true. First one of them started foaming at the mouth and convulsing all over. Then the other two started coughing as if they were infected."

The man spoke intermittently, but Zhang Wei finally understood. Through his horrifying description, Zhang Wei suddenly thought of a horrible word that Zhang Yi had said - plague.

Thinking of this, he shuddered all over and hurriedly picked up the phone on the table and dialed it. While waiting for the call to be connected, he looked at the two stupid geese standing there in a daze and scolded:

"What are you standing there for? Why don't you go call the military doctor?"

(End of this chapter)