My spy diary

Chapter 518: Unexpected Discovery (asking for monthly ticket)

The people in the interrogation room left one after another, leaving only Zhang Yi and He Shangyou. The two looked at each other without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing.

"Is this the result you want?" After a while, He Shangyou spoke first, paused, and continued, "He wants to die, but I won't let him have his way. Even if I have to suck the marrow out of his bones, I will squeeze something out of him."

"What do you mean? Suspect me?" Zhang Yi frowned and looked at him.

"What do you think?" He Shangyou smiled. "I like smart people. When dealing with smart people, sometimes just a glance is enough. If you want to explain something to a fool, he still won't understand even if you explain it to the end of the world."

"Is this considered a mockery?"

"Don't think too much. I really mean what I said. There are so many people in the Military Intelligence Bureau, but to be honest, there are not many who are worthy of my attention, and you are one of them."

"Where does this put Boss Dai and Director Mao?"

"Director Mao is very clever and has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Boss Dai is even more capable of making plans and winning battles from afar." He Shangyou glanced at him and said, "Don't play dumb with smart people. Let's not hide anything. I do suspect you. Maybe you don't know this? One of the 24 prisoners was an undercover I planted many years ago."

Zhang Yi was surprised, then suddenly realized: "Is he still alive? Or did he appear in your dream? I was wondering why you were chasing Yang Wenzhong so relentlessly. It turns out he was waiting for me here! But the bodies of the 24 people are lying on the ground now. The people in the detention center have checked them and confirmed that they are correct. Could this be fake too?"

"When falsehood is made to appear true, truth becomes false! But as long as we pry open Yang Wenzhong's mouth, everything will be revealed. What do you think?"

Zhang Yi raised his lips slightly: "Lao He, your imagination is too rich, isn't it? It's a pity that you don't go to Shanghai to be a screenwriter. The infectious disease is an accident. At that time, we can only choose to consider the overall situation and cut the Gordian knot. After all, the interests of the party and the country are above all else, and we can't let the infectious disease spread wantonly.

Besides, I didn't even know there were any of your people there. What undercover? He's already dead. Do you want me to pay for his life? If you make random accusations because of this, it would be like taking revenge for personal gain."

"There is no coincidence in the world--" He Shangyou shook his head, smiling, "Director Zhang, it was neither early nor late that night. He happened to be hungry at that time. He happened to park his car near Yang Wenzhong's store. He happened to be a member of the Red Party. This is more coincidental than anything in a storyteller's book."

Zhang Yi also laughed: "Do you have any evidence? If not, that's slander. You can question whether Zhang is a good official or even a good person, but you can never question my loyalty to the party and the country. This is not only an insult to me, but also an insult to the party and the country."

"Don't always use loyalty to the party and the country as an excuse." He Shangyou snorted coldly, "The evidence will be there, soon!" After that, he left quickly.

Zhang Yi's expression became serious.

What he didn't understand was why He Shangyou suddenly took the initiative to break the window paper? Was he so confident that he could get a confession?
"What the hell is this He Shangyou doing? Can such a thing be made public?" In the secret room of the confidential office, Dai Chunfeng frowned as he listened and threw his headphones angrily.

Mao Qiwu: "Director He may have been stimulated just now, or maybe he is sure of it."

"What confidence? One dead and one disabled, but no confession was obtained, and now you are confident?" Dai Chunfeng snorted, and suddenly thought of something, picked up the phone, "Adjutant Jia, where was the prisoner sent to? The Army Hospital? Okay, send a few capable people from the inspection room to secretly keep an eye on the prisoner. What's going on over there? It's so noisy?"

At this moment, there was a hurried knock on the door, and Adjutant Jia shouted outside the door: "Director He, Mr. Dai is discussing something, wait for me to report it! Director He!"

He Shangyou pushed the door open and rushed in: "Director, I have something important to report."

"What's the matter?" Dai Chunfeng's tone was cold.

He Shangyou didn't care and continued, "Director, I want to apply for a shot of 'truth serum'."

Dai Chunfeng glanced at Mao Qiwu: "Anything else?"

Mao Qiwu: "There are two more doses, both are in the technical department."

Dai Chunfeng glanced at He Shangyou and said, "Good steel should be used on the blade. Go and get it. I hope you won't let me down again."

"Thank you, Chief. I promise to get a confession this time."

Dai Chunfeng felt relieved. Seeing that he did not leave immediately, he realized that he seemed to have something else to do, so he asked directly:
"Is there anything else?"

"It's still Zhang Yi." He Shangyou said in an almost pleading tone, "Director, I beg you to transfer him away."

"understood."

"I'll take my leave." He Shangyou saluted and turned to leave.

Dai Chunfeng pondered for a moment and looked at Mao Qiwu: "Didn't Zhang Yi just recover? So, you can arrange for the hospital to give him a comprehensive checkup."

Mao Qiwu smiled and said, "I understand."

At this moment, Zhang Yi was driving slowly towards the hospital, and a conspicuous public telephone booth came into view in front of the road.

He stepped on the brakes and looked in the rearview mirror. There were few pedestrians behind him and no one was following or paying attention to him.

He was about to park the car on the side of the street, but he immediately realized something was wrong and stepped on the accelerator again.

Just yesterday, the people in the inspection office were still monitoring him. How come after only a few hours, they were so confident in him that they didn't even send anyone to follow him?

All this is so unreasonable. No, this might be a trap.

The car carrying Yang Wenzhong stopped in front of the hospital's outpatient building. According to the advance deployment, two agents jumped out of the car first, looked around for a while, nodded at the car, and then stood guard on the spot.

Wang Xuedong got out of the passenger seat, looked around, and walked quickly into the hall.

After a while, two nurses ran out with a stretcher and took Yang Wenzhong from the back seat of the car.

Two middle-aged doctors were already waiting at the entrance of the hall.

One of them introduced Wang Xuedong: "This is our chief of surgery, Director Wang, and this is Captain Wang from the Second Division of the Military Control Commission."

"So you're from the same family." Wang Xuedong politely shook Director Wang's hand. "Director Wang, I've heard of your great name for a long time. You're the most authoritative surgical expert in the Army Hospital."

"You're too kind. Team Leader Wang, what's the patient's current condition?"

"He bit off his tongue himself," the two men said as they walked towards Yang Wenzhong on the stretcher and gradually walked into the building.

After they left, Zhang Yi arrived.

The hospital always seems to be overcrowded, but today the line seems to be longer than usual.

Zhang Yi took a quick look and found something different. There were about dozens of people sitting or standing in the hall, young and old, men and women, workers, farmers, students and businessmen, of all ages and professions, but the expressions and temperaments of some of them were completely different from the sorrow of the patients' families.

He didn't have the ability to read minds, but after working in this profession for a long time, he naturally learned the ability to judge people. A person's profession, identity, and ability can be observed from his every move. His appearance, demeanor, speech, body movements, eyes, and even some subconscious small movements can reveal a person's true thoughts. No matter how well he hides them, they will be exposed to some extent.

These people are well-trained spies.

Zhang Yi came to this conclusion.

Loose on the outside and tight on the inside!
Thinking to himself, Zhang Yi walked upstairs without stopping. At this moment, he felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at him. When he was about to turn the corner, he turned back suddenly and met the eyes of the pair of eyes.

The owner of the gaze was a well-mannered young man who was queuing at the pharmacy to get medicine. When he saw Zhang Yi noticed him, he immediately lowered his head.

Zhang Yi couldn't see anything strange about him at first, but he knew in his heart that this was definitely not a coincidence or accident. The people and things around him never had these two possibilities.

Is this person with other spies?

Or is he a member of the Red Party? But he did not inform Zheng Huhe that Yang Wenzhong was transferred here.

So who is he?

While he was speculating, he caught a glimpse of He Shangyou and two secret agents hurriedly walking into the hall. Zhang Yi quickly retracted his gaze and went upstairs calmly.

The young man downstairs got his medicine, squeezed out of the queue, and was about to leave when he saw He Shangyou walking in.

When the two men looked at each other, He Shangyou nodded imperceptibly, then paused, whispered something to his two subordinates, and the two went upstairs first.

At this time, the young man strolled into the registration line again. He Shangyou followed him and said in a friendly manner: "Sorry, I was in the queue here just now."

The young man stepped back, and He Shangyou stepped in front of him, nodded and said "thank you." Then, without turning his head, he asked in a low voice: "What are you doing here?"

It turns out that the two knew each other.

The young man looked away and said softly, "He is sick. I am here to get him some medicine."

"It seems you have gained his trust."

"I can't guarantee that, but he doesn't avoid me when doing a lot of things lately."

He Shangyou's eyes lit up: "Have they taken any action recently?"

"I overheard that there is a project called 'Gangnam Project', but it is highly confidential."

"Is it accurate?"

"It's true."

"That's good news. See you at the old place tonight."

"Yes. I have to leave, otherwise he will be suspicious. Right, I just saw Director Zhang." The young man said, looking around. Unfortunately, he did not see Zhang Yi hiding behind the pillar at the entrance of the second floor stairs, watching him and He Shangyou whispering mysteriously.

When Zhang Yi saw He Shangyou coming in, he immediately went upstairs. But when he noticed that He and his two men suddenly separated, he hid in an empty office. When the two agents went upstairs, he returned to his original place, but unexpectedly saw this scene.

Zhang Yi was confused for a moment. Who was this young man? At first he suspected that he was a member of the Red Party, but now it seems that he is not.

He approached He Shangyou and pretended not to know him, but he kept talking to him. He Shangyou looked delighted, which meant that he had gained something unexpected. Could this person be an undercover agent who had infiltrated the Red Party organization under He Shangyou's order? Or was he a traitor?
Seeing the young man hurriedly leaving with the medicine bag, He Shangyou walked upstairs thoughtfully. Zhang Yi immediately went upstairs and greeted a nurse and asked, "Excuse me, where is the toilet?"

The nurse walked hurriedly and pointed to the end of the corridor: "That's it."

"Thank you." Zhang Yi nodded and quickened his pace towards that direction.

In the men's restroom, in addition to an open urinal, there were three cubicles with doors, which were all closed at this moment.

When Zhang Yi walked in, a middle-aged man with a sad face was standing in front of the urinal and peeing. His urine was forked and reddish-yellow, which showed that he had a prostate problem.

Zhang Yi slowly unbuttoned his pants and pretended to urinate. The middle-aged man glanced at him, sneered, shook his mouth, put it back in his pants, and turned away.

After the man left, Zhang Yi immediately tidied his clothes, took out a cigarette and lit it, then walked to the half-open window and looked outside. He just saw the young man bending down and getting into a black Dodge sedan. He threw a cigarette butt out of the rear window, and the window curtains were immediately drawn. A puff of black smoke came out of the car and it drove away.

The car curtain was drawn very quickly, and Zhang Yi had no way of seeing who was sitting in the back seat. He could only memorize the license plate number silently.

When He Shangyou heard that Zhang Yi had gone upstairs, he hurried up. When he arrived at the door of the operating room, he asked his subordinates and learned that Zhang Yi was not here. His face looked a little bad. He whispered a few words to his subordinates and immediately pushed the door open.

The door opened. Yang Wenzhong was lying on the operating table, already anesthetized. Several doctors in white coats were standing in front of the operating table, frowning as they listened to what a bearded foreigner of unknown origin was saying.

He immediately glared at Wang Xuedong who was standing in the corner: "Who is he? Who asked him to come here?"

Wang Xuedong whispered, "Director, this is Jack, the American doctor from the church hospital they invited for consultation."

"Really? What did he say?"

Wang Xuedong was about to speak when he heard Jack arrogantly say in English: "Impossible, no one in this world except God has the ability to sew a tongue shut."

After saying that, he arrogantly took off his white coat, turned around and walked outside.

He Shangyou winked at Wang Xuedong and stopped Jack: "What do you mean?"

He studied in the Soviet Union and was fluent in Russian, but could not understand English.

Several doctors did not like this rude intruder. They looked at each other, and it was Director Wang who spoke first. He frowned and translated Jack's words.

"If you can't connect it, then you can't connect it. You're going to die anyway." He Shangyou sneered disapprovingly and motioned Jack to leave. Then he took out a glass medicine bottle filled with liquid from his arms, turned his head and looked at Director Wang, "Inject it into him."

"what?"

He Shangyou replied coldly: "Don't worry about it, just do it. When the prisoner wakes up, I will question him immediately."

Director Wang's face darkened. "Sir, I don't care what kind of prisoner he is, but he is my patient now, so I am responsible for his life and safety." He glanced at He Shangyou and said, "You are taking human life lightly."

Snapped!
He Shangyou slapped him in the face and yelled, "If you don't do what I say, I'll kill you."

The slap came unexpectedly, causing Director Wang to stagger. The other doctors were so frightened that they trembled and remained silent.

Director Wang glared at him with hatred. Although he was a colonel, he could not hide his fear in the face of this sinister man. Of course, he was not afraid of He Shangyou, but the Military Control Commission behind him.

Just when the two sides were hostile to each other, the door opened and Zhang Yi was seen standing at the door with a smile on his face.

"Hey, so lively?"

PS: The holiday is over, did you have fun? Belated Happy Dragon Boat Festival, I beg you to accept it. In the new January, make a lot of money!

(End of this chapter)