My spy diary

Chapter 522 Interrogation
"Chief Meng, the situation is hopeless, why don't you just surrender?"

Seeing his subordinates falling one by one, Meng Zhen was terrified. He fired outside while thinking about how to escape. At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Yang Zaixing? You bastard, you will die a horrible death!" Meng Zhen's eyes were spurting blood and he cursed viciously. How could he not understand at this moment that he had been ambushed by Yang Zaixing.

'Put Down the Gun'

"Don't even think about it, you son of a bitch. I'll take you with me even if I die. Get out here, get out!" Meng Zhen roared angrily and fired several shots at the place where Zheng Huhe was talking.

Seeing Meng Zhen stretching his arm out of the car window, Zhang Yi was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and suddenly pulled the trigger - steadily and accurately, hitting his wrist with one shot. The pistol was knocked to the ground. Zheng Huhe, who was hiding in the dark, seized the opportunity, pounced on him and grabbed him.

"Yang Zaixing, who the hell are you?" Meng Zhen's arm was twisted, and he grimaced in pain. He just roared, but suddenly saw the man's true face and was stunned. This man was not Yang Zaixing at all.

Before he could react, another man in a black Mao suit and a mustache walked up to him.

"Chief Meng, I'm sorry." The man with a mustache spoke in an awkward mountain city dialect. He looked to be in his early thirties with a dark complexion. He was examining him with sharp eyes. Meng Zhen sensed a hint of disdain in this man's gaze.

"Who are you?" Meng Zhen's heart was filled with shock and confusion. Who are these two people?

Neither of them spoke. They knocked him unconscious with a knife, bandaged his wound simply, handcuffed him, tied him up with a rope, gagged him, and stuffed him directly into the trunk of a car. The car then sped away.

On the other side, when Yang Zaixing and his group arrived at the Central Hotel with murderous intent, they saw several suspicious people at a glance. These people were drinking coffee or reading newspapers, but they kept glancing at the door from time to time. This style of behavior was definitely that of a spy.

He winked at one of his men and said, "Go ask where the man surnamed Meng is."

"Yes." The subordinate walked up and pulled the newspaper from the plainclothes officer who was pretending to read a newspaper. "Where is the man surnamed Meng?"

The plainclothes officer looked at him arrogantly: "Who are you?"

"From the Second Division."

"Is something wrong?"

"Where is Master Meng?"

"Can you call Section Chief Meng by his first name?"

"Fuck you!" The young man was full of blood and was a spy. He was always arrogant. He was irritated by his attitude and could no longer hold back. He grabbed the plainclothes officer by the collar and growled in a low voice, "Where is Master Meng?"

How could the plainclothes officer from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics tolerate such an insult? He yelled, "Fuck your mother!" He thought that even if he couldn't deal with this bastard, Chief Meng would be there to take care of him. If he kept silent, he would be punished, so he started beating and kicking the bastard immediately.

As soon as these two people started fighting, other agents immediately joined the fight and started pushing each other.

The two are at loggerheads and conflict is imminent.

"Don't even make a move!"

Seeing this, Yang, the leader of the Central Bureau of Investigation, immediately ordered the two sides to separate. He had been waiting for Yang Zaixing to take action, but Yang Zaixing had been watching. He was afraid that the situation would get out of control, so he had to pull the Central Bureau of Investigation away first.

When the situation stabilized, Team Leader Yang walked up to Yang Zaixing and tried to suppress his anger:

"Director Yang, what do you want to do?"

Team leader Yang also responded sharply.

"Pah" Yang Zaixing raised his hand and slapped him: "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me? Where is that bastard Meng Zhen?"

Team Leader Yang was stunned and subconsciously reached for his lower back.

At this moment, a plainclothes officer ran in from outside: "Team Leader Yang, Chief Meng is in trouble."

Team leader Yang and Yang Zaixing were both stunned.

Team leader Yang swallowed his saliva and asked, "What happened?"

“We were attacked by criminals.”

When Meng Zhen woke up again, he found himself being taken to an apartment-style building.

He sat on a chair, his hands cuffed behind his back, squinting his eyes and trying to observe his surroundings.

The curtains in this room were tightly drawn. There was very little furniture in the living room. The sofa and table had been moved to the wall, leaving the middle empty. There was a chair on the floor, and he sat on it.

He had no idea where this was.

The man with the mustache was sitting opposite him, and the man disguised as Yang Zaixing was sitting behind the mustache, taking notes.

There was a lamp on the table, shining directly into his eyes.

Maybe he was having a psychological contest with Meng Zhen, so neither of them spoke at first. Especially the man with the mustache, who kept staring at him with sharp eyes.

Meng Zhen had no idea of ​​the situation. At this moment, he could only remain unchanged and keep silent, hoping that the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics people could find him and rescue him before these two evil stars tortured him.

Suddenly, the man with a mustache spoke up: "I didn't expect that, Chief Meng, you are actually a member of the Red Party."

Meng Zhen was stunned, and couldn't help but doubt his previous judgment. He wondered if these two people were Yang Zaixing or the Military Control Commission. He struggled to get a few words out of them, but his mouth was blocked by a rag and he couldn't speak at all.

"Ye Chan sent a telegram from Pagoda Mountain saying that there is a well-hidden Red Party agent lurking in our bureau. Anyone who is suspicious will be isolated for investigation. You can't leave until this matter is clarified." The man with the mustache pulled the rag out of Meng Zhen's mouth. "When everything is clarified, you can go back. At that time, the bureau chief will personally toast you to calm your nerves."

"I haven't seen you." Meng Zhen, who had just pulled out the rag, moved his stiff face, his expression gloomy. Judging from what the mustache said, the other party was also a member of the Central Bureau of Investigation, but he had never seen them, and he had never heard of the "Night Cicada" agent.

"I spent a lot of money to catch you tonight. I acted hard and even killed my own people. If you really understand the chief's painstaking efforts, you should speak up earlier."

"I want to see Director Xu." Meng Zhen rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry, as long as you make it clear, you will see him, but not now."

"What are you talking about? I, Meng Zhen, am loyal to the Party and the country. I can't count the number of Red Party members who died at my hands. How could I be a Red Party member?"

"That's hard to say. The Red Party is the best at disguise, forbearance, and circuitous tactics. Often the most unlikely person is the most likely. Of course, this doesn't mean you are the one. Stupid people use stupid methods. To find the mole, we naturally have to check all the suspects." "What do you mean?"

The man with the mustache looked at him with sharp eyes: "Someone reported that you used French currency to exchange information with the Red Party when you were in Pagoda Mountain. Is that true?"

As soon as the words came out, it was like thunder striking the head. Meng Zhen's face suddenly changed: "Bullshit, that was just a trick by the Red Party. There was no such thing as exchanging intelligence!"

At that time, Meng Zhen understood the task of "field surveillance" assigned by Xu Zeng'en as "field investigation" and successfully carried out an "Adventure in Pagoda Mountain". He mixed in the Shaanxi government's visiting team and went to visit the Red Party's Anti-Japanese Military and Political University. He accepted the invitation of Dean Luo to a banquet and was caught off guard. At the suggestion of the host of the banquet, he "generously donated" ten yuan of legal currency.

He didn't expect that this old incident would be brought up again. He silently wondered in his mind who might know the details of this matter.

Could it really be a "night cicada"? This bastard couldn't get any intelligence over there, and then heard about this from someone else. Now he's reporting it and accusing me, hoping to get credit and reward?
Impossible. He reported this matter to Xu Zeng'en after he came back that year.

Who else knows about this?

He thought of two more people - Niu Daoyi and Yang Fuqing.

Meng Zhen's accidental trip to the Pagoda Mountain set a precedent for the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics spies to lurk in the Pagoda Mountain and conduct espionage activities. This not only earned him, but also earned the Central Bureau of Investigation and Xu Zeng'en an important "reputation" for persisting in opposing the Red Army.

Because of this great achievement, Meng Zhen was promoted several levels, and the other spies were naturally jealous.

One trick is enough to make you successful. After Meng Zhen, two other Central Bureau of Investigation spies, Niu Daoyi and Yang Fuqing, took advantage of the cooperation between the Guo and Hong groups to sneak into Pagoda Mountain and engage in espionage activities.

Niu Daoyi was originally a student of the peripheral organization of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics in Peking. He took advantage of the opportunity when a large number of young students flocked to Pagoda Mountain in the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japan and successfully infiltrated the school. He once served as the Dean of Academic Affairs of Pagoda Mountain Normal School.

After returning to the mountain city, he was warmly received by Xu Zeng'en and his status rose rapidly.

This man was eloquent, young, and "had great merits". He was not only highly valued by Xu Zeng'en, but also the two Chen brothers and Zhu Mouhua, the leaders of the CC faction, met with him after hearing about his deeds, showing their appreciation and cultivation. For a time, he became very popular in the Central Bureau of Investigation. In 39, Chang Mou sent Zhu Mouhua, the Secretary-General of the Central Committee and Director of the Central Bureau of Investigation, as a special envoy to secretly fly to Germany to meet with the fascist leader Hitler. Niu Daoyi was selected by Zhu Mouhua to visit as a special envoy. After arriving in Germany, he participated in the training of the German secret spy organization. After returning to China, he became a core member of the Central Bureau of Investigation.

Yang Fuqing was a student of the Economics Department of Jinling University. He disguised himself as a patriotic young man, sneaked into Pagoda Mountain, and then enrolled in the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University. After graduation, he sneaked back.

Although the big secret agents of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics felt that this person did not have as much merit as Meng Zhen and Niu Daoyi, they all admitted that "the bosses in the border areas are all Red Party members, and it is difficult to establish an inside line. It is dangerous to disguise yourself, and you can get in but you can't get out." However, Yang Fuqing, a small character, was able to get in and get out, which was considered quite capable, and he was also promoted and reused.

Because Meng, Niu and Yang had similar experiences, they had a good personal relationship. At a banquet, Meng Zhen told the two of them about how he was extorted as a joke.

At this moment, he was thinking, could it be that those two bastards Niu and Yang were plotting against him behind his back, trying to compete with him for power?
Thinking of this, he immediately asked: "Who are you?"

The man with the mustache looked at his companion and said, "My last name is Liu, you can call me Lao Liu. This is my colleague Lao Guan. You should know why it is the two of us who are here. You have been running the business here for several years, and you have many branches and many informants. For the sake of confidentiality, just let us come from Shanghai."

Meng Zhen was silent, with more and more questions in his mind. Shanghai? The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' forces in Shanghai had long been wiped out by the Japanese invaders. These two people were obviously lying, so who were they?
So he said tentatively: "I want to see Director Xu."

What followed was a long silence and confrontation. Meng Zhen looked at the ceiling without saying a word. He could feel that Lao Liu and Lao Guan's patience seemed to be collapsing bit by bit.

Finally, the mustache-wearing Old Liu couldn't hold back any longer and said impatiently, "It's getting late. Are you going to keep wasting time like this? Do you want to be tortured before you tell me?"

Meng Zhen seemed to have heard nothing, staring at the ceiling. Lao Liu wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lao Guan.

"How about taking a break?" Lao Guan asked in a low voice, "My mouth is dry, have a cup of tea and smoke a cigarette."

The two stood up and walked into the next room one after another, closing the door tightly. Perhaps because of the poor sound insulation, what the two said in the room was clearly heard by Meng Zhen.

"What should we do now? Should we use torture?" Lao Guan said.

"We have to torture him and make him talk. Once we get a confession, we'll leave here."

Hearing this, Meng Zhen already knew what he was going to face, but he felt more at ease. After all, he had been to Pagoda Mountain, so why would he be afraid of a mere punishment?
"But what if there are no torture instruments?" This was Lao Guan's voice.

Suddenly, there was a "slap" sound, which seemed to be the sound of a slap, and then Lao Liu said something harsh: "Baka, there is plenty of water in the washroom, use water torture on him."

These words came out and floated into Meng Zhen's ears, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Japanese?
Team leader Yang and Yang Zaixing arrived at the place where Meng Zhen was attacked almost at the same time. The place was already surrounded by military police and police.

The police chief looked at Yang Zaixing and immediately bowed and greeted him.

"Did you find anything? How many people died?"

"Eight. Almost all of them were shot dead. I estimate there are at least four or five murderers who deliberately caused the car accident and attacked from both sides."

"What kind of gun did the murderer use?"

"Browning M1911."

"Standardized weapons?" Yang Zaixing seemed to have thought of something. He squatted down and carefully observed the scene of the exchange of fire for a while, and gave a definition. "The method was professional, the plan was meticulous, and it was clean and neat. No one was left alive. This was a carefully planned and long-planned assassination. No, it was a kidnapping."

At this point, he glanced at Team Leader Yang, who looked pale and terrified, and said with some gloating, "I don't know where Section Chief Meng has gone. I guess he is in danger."

Team leader Yang stood beside him, looking very decadent and depressed. He glanced at Yang Zaixing carefully and said flatteringly, "Chief Yang, can I ask you a few questions?"

Seeing the other party lowering his eyebrows and looking compliant, Yang Zaixing was very happy and nodded reservedly: "You say."

"What do you think about this?" Team Leader Yang whispered, and suddenly he pounced over and grabbed Yang Zaixing's collar, roaring, "Don't do it!" Before Yang Zaixing could react, Team Leader Yang's pistol was already against his jaw.

Everyone at the scene was shocked by what happened at that instant.

Seeing the team leader taking action, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics people immediately drew their guns and pointed them at the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics agents.

The police and gendarmes' eyes widened.

"Mr. Yang, you are committing treason. What do you want to do?" Yang Zaixing did not expect that the eagle he was playing with would peck his eyes. He was so angry that he asked in a harsh voice.

Team leader Yang sneered, "Are you still acting? Section Chief Meng came to the appointment only because he received your call. Now he's in trouble. What do you say?"

"What do you mean? Are you doubting me? When did I call him? He was the one who called me. He got into trouble on his own, it's none of my business!"

"Stop quibbling. No matter who called, you two are the only ones who knew about the appointment. Now that Chief Meng is in trouble, it must be you who arranged for someone to do it. You even pretended to go to the hotel for the appointment. How could you pretend to be a good person? Do you think we are fools?"

(End of this chapter)