My spy diary

Chapter 507 Rescue (asking for monthly ticket)

An hour later, the few people were so tired that the sweat blurred their eyes and wet their hair, and they finally transferred all the prisoners in No. 11 to the truck.

Fan Biao and Liu Zhong were still driving and escorting the car.

The truck drove out of the detention center gate and disappeared in the rain. Zhang Yi and Zhang Wei also got into the car. Zhang Wei complained, "Oh my God, why does it keep raining?"

Zhang Yi muttered to himself: "It's a dark and windy night for murder. By the way, are there not enough people?"

"What does Virgo mean?"

Zhang Yi glanced at his watch and said, "Well, call a few more people to dig holes and try to get everything done before dawn."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"Well, you remembered the location, didn't you?"

"Remember."

"Okay, I'll go over and keep an eye on it first." Zhang Yi said as he got into the driver's seat, started the car, and followed the truck.

He drove very fast and soon caught up with the truck. He turned the steering wheel, slowed down, and passed by it.

Fan Biao and Liu Zhong were driving exhausted and were startled by a car that suddenly appeared. Fortunately, Zhang Yi rolled down the window and said, "Follow my car."

The two breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed to speed up and catch up.

After a while, Zhang Yi's car led them to a crossroads. It was a remote and narrow street, and at this moment, there was no one except for the sparse sound of rain.

Zhang Yi got out of the car and waved to let the two get out.

Fan Biao and Liu Zhong were confused and got out of the car. Seeing Zhang Yi standing in the rain in a daze, Fan Biao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Director, why do you hear this?"

Zhang Yi walked to the back of the truck, took a look at the tightly pulled tarpaulin, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with the prisoner?"

"No."

"That's good." Zhang Yi nodded, his face showing no emotion. "You've worked hard all night. Are you hungry? I'm starving."

The two were already starving. Fan Biao looked around and asked in confusion, "It's the middle of the night, there shouldn't be anything to eat, right?"

Zhang Yi didn't answer his question. He pretended to look around and finally fixed his eyes on a snack bar on the corner of the street.

Although it was late at night, a ray of light still came through the window and smoke was still coming out of the chimney on the roof.

"Let's go and eat something to warm up first." Zhang Yi said, and walked towards the snack bar. Fan Biao and Liu Zhong behind him looked at each other.

"Hey, where is Team Leader Zhang?" At this time, Liu Zhong paused and asked in the direction of the car.

"There are so many prisoners to bury. How can we do it with just a few of us? I asked him to call someone and they will be here soon."

"Then, Director, should we leave someone to watch over the prisoner, in case..."

"What if?" Zhang Yi stopped and said impatiently, "They are all in the sack, half dead, how can they run out? Humph, even if they can't run out, I will take the responsibility."

Zhang Yi gave them a cold look and turned to walk towards the snack bar. The two of them murmured a few words and hurriedly followed him.

Along the way, the two of them were looking in the direction of the truck, seeming a little worried or suspicious. When they arrived in front of the snack bar, Liu Zhong couldn't help but ask, "Director Zhang, it seems that we are not taking the same route as before?"

Zhang Yi: "Yes, after you cross the intersection, turn left and you will be back on the main road."

Liu Zhong cautiously asked, "Can Team Leader Zhang find us?"

Zhang Yi: "After dinner, can't we hurry up? They can't leave the city without a special pass, so they will definitely wait for us."

Liu Zhong finally felt relieved: "That's good."

Fan Biao happily agreed: "After having a full meal, we can get a good night's sleep if we finish the funeral early."

Zhang Yi smiled: "Yes, once you wake up, you can get a promotion and receive a reward."

The two of them smiled happily after hearing this.

After Zhang Yi and the other two left home, within the reach of the car lights, Zheng Huhe was standing in the night holding a black umbrella, looking at them quietly.

He returned to the city first with the help of another special pass given by Zhang Yi.

After Zhang Yi and the other two disappeared in the shop, Zheng Huhe immediately walked up quickly and knocked softly on the door of the shop facing the back of the truck.

The door opened gently and Liu Shui, Liu Huo and several underground party comrades walked out silently.

They divided the work in an orderly manner, some people kept watch, while others pulled open the truck tarpaulin and climbed in.

After a while, they opened the sacks one by one, and either helped or carried them away, transferring all the underground party members on the car.

Their movements were careful and efficient, without making any loud noise.

On the other side, three bowls of steaming noodles were soon served on the table. Zhang Yi ate them voraciously, filling the simple and damp little house with steam.

When people are hungry, everything tastes good. Fan Biao and Liu Zhong also ate until they were sweating profusely.

Soon, the three men finished their bowls and walked out of the shop contentedly, smoking as they headed towards the truck.

The truck was still parked there. Zheng Huhe tied the tarpaulin again. After making sure everything was secure, he quickly slipped into the shop door.

The shop door was then closed.

"Go and check to see if there is anything abnormal. If not, hurry up and set off." Zhang Yi threw away his cigarette butt and gave instructions to Fan Biao and Liu Zhong while calmly reaching for the pistol at his waist.

Fan Biao and Liu Zhong hurried over. Fan Biao lit up his lighter, confirmed that the knot on the tarpaulin was correct, nodded, untied it, and motioned Liu Zhong to go up and check. As soon as Liu Zhong got closer, a foul smell hit him in the face. He screamed, turned around and vomited all over the floor. "What's going on?" Fan Biao was stunned for a moment, then immediately lit up his lighter and got closer to take a look, and also vomited.

Zhang Yi's face looked a little grim. He had secretly grasped the handle of the gun with his hand and asked as he walked: "What's going on?"

"Ouch, it stinks, it smells like a corpse, that's not right, a dead person wouldn't die so quickly..."

"The smell of corpses?" Zhang Yi walked over without changing his expression. According to his and Zheng Huhe's plan, the rescue plan needed more than 20 corpses to replace the prisoners. Although dead bodies can be seen anywhere and at any time these days, it is not easy to find more than 20 fresh corpses at a time.

Normally, a corpse will start to smell about 12 to 24 hours after death, and the smell will not be too obvious at first, but will gradually become heavier over time. Of course, in a hot environment, the corpse will have a noticeable smell within a few hours.

He didn't know where Zheng Huhe found the body or how he arranged it. He took out a flashlight and scanned it. He tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit, sniffed, and said calmly, "Didn't you catch a cold? Your nose is sharp, but your eyesight isn't so good."

He said with a mocking smile, pointing at the filth seeping out of a sack, and said, "You've already pooped, how can it not stink? You don't even wear a mask, are you really not afraid of infection?"

Fan Biao and Liu Zhong were stunned for a moment, hurriedly took out their masks and put them on, then carefully moved over and took a look in the direction of the flashlight. There was shit on the sack.

"Hey, I didn't expect that there are also people in the Red Party who are afraid of death."

"Who isn't afraid of death?" A big stone in his heart fell to the ground. Zhang Yi smiled and quietly loosened his hand covering the gun handle. "Okay, hurry up and set off."

Fan Biao and Liu Zhong had no more objections. They suppressed their nausea, quickly tied up the tarpaulin, started the car, followed Zhang Yi's car all the way to the exit of the city, and met up with Zhang Wei and others.

Zhang Wei was a little puzzled as to why Zhang Yi, who had clearly set out early, was late. Zhang Yi brushed it off by saying that he was hungry and had eaten something.

With Fan Biao and Liu Zhong testifying from the side, what else did Zhang Wei have to say? He smiled bitterly, and everyone headed towards the burial site together.

"Ugh" On the other side, in the interrogation room of the police station.

Yang Zaixing, who had been forced to drink a bellyful of urine by Meng Zhen, vomited with a "wow" sound, and filth dripped from the corners of his mouth. He collapsed on the ground, tilted his head, and whimpered in humiliation and resentment.

Meng Zhen stared at him intently, smiled contemptuously, thought for a moment, and then said, "Are you familiar with the formula? If you still don't tell us, we can only torture you."

Yang Zaixing wanted to kill someone, and he yelled madly: "Fuck your mother! Meng, don't let me out, or I will kill your whole family."

His madness gave Meng Zhen hope, and he pressed him with questions one after another: "Tell me, who are you going to give the gold bars to? Did Zhang Yi take it? You are suffering here now, where are they? Why don't they come to save you?"

"Did you have any accomplices when you went to Kong San's house? Who has the account book now? Also, who took the photos? Who gave them to the Red Party? Who instructed you to do this? Who is the superior who doesn't care whether you live or die and is still hiding behind like a turtle?"

The anxiety and pain almost devoured Yang Zaixing, but he still resisted because he knew that if he refused to admit his guilt, he might still have a chance to survive, but if he admitted his guilt, whether he "confessed everything" or accused others of his crimes, he would no longer have a place in the Military Control Commission.

Seeing him like this, Meng Zhen gradually became impatient. He glanced at the calm Li Shizhen and said, "Officer Li, shall I continue to torture you?"

Li Shizhen had a blank expression on his face: "Use it, as long as nothing goes wrong."

That's enough. Meng Zhen nodded without saying anything else. He waved his hand, and the thugs immediately pushed Yang Zaixing to the ground, covered his face with a large piece of gauze, and then picked up a bucket of water and poured it directly on his face.

The wet gauze instantly stuck to Yang Zaixing's face. The water cut off the air. He began to tremble all over and struggled on the edge of suffocation until he was dying.

Just as he began to feel dazed and the world in front of him was blurry, thinking that he was about to die, he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening, and then a familiar voice rang in his ears: "How dare you torture our military commander? Let him go, quickly--"

The hand that was pressing on Yang Zaixing loosened. He breathed greedily and gasped. After a long time, he regained a little strength and his vision gradually became clear. He struggled to sit up and finally saw clearly that the person who had spoken just now was Mao Qiwu. The director of the operations department He Zhiyuan and several military secret agents were standing behind him with sullen faces.

Mao Qiwu anxiously had Yang Zaixing lifted up, uncuffed him, helped him sit on a chair, and gave him a cup of hot tea. He then patiently said, "The boss is very worried about you. He asked the chairman to intercede for you several times, but I stopped him. Don't blame me. This matter involves a lot of things and is very annoying. Fortunately, Director He came back from Chengdu at the critical moment and brought evidence to prove your innocence."

Yang Zaixing held the teacup in his hand, breathing weakly, and remained silent.

"Don't worry, the boss will make the decision for you. Shall we go back first?"

Yang Zaixing still didn't answer.

Seeing this, Mao Qiwu turned his head and looked at Meng Zhen, who was sitting next to him and had just interrogated Yang Zaixing.

Seeing Mao Qiwu's eyes, Meng Zhen immediately stood up and walked over, saying apologetically: "Deputy Director Yang, I'm sorry, this is a serious matter, and I am just following orders. I'm sorry."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Zaixing suddenly pounced on him and punched Meng Zhen in the face.

Meng Zhen staggered after being hit by him, and when he stood up again, blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Before he could react, Yang Zaixing threw another punch, knocking him to the ground. Then, he pounced on him and rode on him, smashing Meng Zhen's head hard as if to vent his anger.

"Zaixing!" Mao Qiwu, who saw this scene, immediately shouted to stop it. The plainclothes officers of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics in the interrogation room also drew out their pistols. On the side of the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, He Zhiyuan gave a look and several plainclothes officers drew out their guns at the same time and confronted each other.

"Director Mao!" Li Shizhen looked displeased.

"Yang Zaixing!" Mao Qiwu shouted loudly.

Yang Zaixing stared at him with bloodshot eyes: "Director Mao, what's wrong with me beating him up? He deserves to be beaten to death. You dare to make me drink urine, I'll fuck you!"

The rain gradually subsided, and then stopped, and the sky turned pale. The air was especially fresh in the morning after the rain. After a night of soaking, the soil exuded the fragrance of grass mixed with leaves and green plants, which was especially sweet.

"Okay, let's all go back." Looking at the big pit that had been gradually filled and compacted after working for half the night, Zhang Yi exhaled the last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and then waved his hand to signal everyone that the work had ended.

He called Zhang Wei to his side and gave him a few words of advice, then got into the car without looking back.

He felt happy driving on the road.

Half an hour later, he was back home with an unstoppable smile on his face.

He walked to the balcony, bent down to pick up the bouquets of flowers that were tilted and wilted by the storm, and picked up the kettle beside him to water them.

During this period, he experienced too many things and people. Stealing secrets, explosions, assassinations, rescues, and commendations are not as important as tonight's rescue; Japanese spies, Dai Chunfeng, He Zhiyuan, and Yang Zaixing are not as precious as Zheng Hu and those underground party members who silently devoted themselves. He was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. Although he was a passer-by here, he knew what was right and what was wrong. If possible, he could do what he could for the future, for light, for the nation, for the country, and for faith. It is enough honor and happiness.

Zhang Yi was watering the flowers calmly. The flowers that had been disturbed by the strong wind and heavy rain last night had already sprouted new buds.

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