My spy diary

Chapter 528 Trap
Yang acted quickly. After fetching the water, he immediately returned to his office, walked to the window and looked down at the courtyard. Just then, Team Leader Yang and his entourage boarded three cars and drove out of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics compound.

He immediately took out a cigarette case from his pocket, crushed the cigarettes inside, threw them into the wastepaper basket, covered it with waste paper, then crumpled the case into a ball in his hand and muttered to himself as he walked out, "How can he smoke so fast?"

As he spoke, he quickly arrived at the door of Team Leader Yang's office and knocked.

"Who is it?" A young spy opened the door. Upon seeing Yang Wei, he bowed respectfully and greeted him, "Teacher Yang."

"Hmm." Yang nodded reservedly and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes here?"

The junior agent was a little surprised. Didn't Teacher Yang like to smoke cigars? Why did he suddenly want to smoke ordinary cigarettes today? However, he didn't think much of it and quickly took out a pack of "Awakening Lion" cigarettes from his pocket. Seeing Yang Wei frown, the junior agent understood that the other party thought his cigarettes were not high-class. He smiled awkwardly, and as if he had thought of something, he hurriedly ran to the desk.

Yang pretended to wait, then peeked inside and quickly assessed the situation within the room.
Another junior agent was erasing the blackboard. Most of the content on the blackboard had been erased, but Yang Wei immediately spotted the three large characters "Weng Wenyi" at the top, and his heart skipped a beat. Next to the blackboard hung a map, but it was too far away for him to see clearly. He only caught a glimpse of a circle drawn in red on the map, which he guessed was the location of the operation.

Seeing that the little spy had already run over, he quickly looked away.

"Teacher Yang, this is the Sanpaotai cigarette our group leader smokes, what do you think?" The little spy offered half a pack of cigarettes to the young man ingratiatingly.

"No need to give me all of them, just one will do. No matter how good this cigarette is, it still can't compare to a cigar." Yang Wei took out a cigarette, and the junior agent lit it for him. He took a few greedy puffs, seemingly in a better mood, and asked the agent with a smile, "What's your name?"

The junior agent, flattered, said, "This humble servant is He Xiaozhong."

Hearing that this person also had the surname He, Yang Wei felt a little uncomfortable, but still asked in a friendly manner, "Oh, where are you from?"

My hometown is Hunan.

"Haha, my wife's hometown is also in Hunan. So, we're practically from the same hometown."

He Xiaozhong was even more excited: "So you are a senior from my hometown. I hope you will take good care of me in the future. Although I have no special skills, we Hunan people are the most fearless. If you have any errands to run, you can entrust them to me."

“Yes, it’s not easy to meet a fellow countryman you like, so we should keep in touch.” Yang Wei smiled and patted his shoulder. “You go ahead and do your work, I’m going to the cigar shop.”

It was 2:44 PM.

Team Leader Yang Mao sat in a private room on the second floor of Hongbin Restaurant, glancing at his watch as he waited and pondered. He wouldn't have peace of mind until the mole within their ranks was eliminated.

To expose the mole, according to his and Xu Zeng'en's original plan, he pretended to take action against Weng Wenyi, deliberately making a big fuss. Seeing that he was taking action, the mole, not knowing the specific target, would definitely become restless, so anyone who inquired would be the one with the problem.

As a veteran agent who graduated from the Jiangsu-Zhejiang Police Academy 30 years ago (the Jiangsu-Zhejiang Police Academy was founded by Zhu Jiahua, the current director of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, when he was the director of the Kuomintang government in 27; it mainly trained local cadres and cronies, cultivating police forces for the CC Clique and expanding its power. Later, due to the excessive expansion of the CC Clique's power, it aroused the vigilance and fear of Chang, who sent Dai Chunfeng to take over, and ultimately the abducted ...

If he had to be suspicious, his first suspicions would be directed at those former members of the Communist Party who had switched sides. Xu Zeng'en treated these people like treasures under the guise of "treating them as they treat them," but he was unconvinced, because he believed that once someone betrays another, they will betray them again.

He doubted everything, even himself. In a sense, it was through doubt that he survived to this day, that he was able to enter the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) from the Nanjing Police Bureau, and that he steadily climbed the ranks from assistant officer, officer, chief officer, section chief, deputy group leader, and so on, eventually becoming a group leader, directly above most people, and on par with the heads of the eight departments of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Suddenly the phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He answered it, listened for a couple of minutes, looked surprised, then chuckled coldly, hung up, and immediately went to the half-open window.

Yang Wei calmly walked out of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and headed towards the cigar shop across the street. Little did he know that a pair of sinister eyes were already watching him from behind the half-open window on the second floor of the opposite building.

Yang Mao and Yang Wei were of the same rank, but he had always disliked Yang Wei's pretentious and arrogant attitude, and even despised him from the bottom of his heart. Therefore, the two did not get along well and were only nodding acquaintances.

Therefore, when he received the call from his subordinate, he was only slightly surprised. But when he thought about the other party's identity as a former member of the Communist Party, he quickly understood. He sneered inwardly, thinking that the fox had hidden its tail well. Since the mole was someone like Yang Wei, who was a prominent figure in the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, he believed that the person who contacted the other party was not an ordinary person either.

It would be even better if we could capture this person as well.

Thinking it over in his mind, he immediately whispered instructions: "Everyone, stay alert. As soon as that guy surnamed Yang goes in, move out immediately. Remember, capture him alive!"

"Yes!"

Yang Wei was completely unaware of all this. He had already crossed the road, looked around warily, and walked straight into the cigar shop.

The shop had a new owner and a new employee. The owner was busy serving dishes when he saw him come in. He quickly gave the employee a wink, and the employee picked up a bucket and a rag and went out.

The shopkeeper's hand was still on the abacus. He gestured with his arm to the inner room on the side, indicating that they should talk inside. But Yang Wei was a little anxious and asked directly:

"Where is He Shangyou?"

Upon hearing this question, the shopkeeper immediately realized something was wrong: "Director He certainly wouldn't be here. What's wrong?"

"We just received intelligence that Yang Mao is going to take measures against Weng Wenyi of the Ministry of Economic Affairs. This person is most likely a member of the Communist Party. You should immediately inform He Shangyou and tell him to take the initiative."

The shopkeeper was stunned, his face filled with disbelief: "Weng Wenyi is a member of the Communist Party? He's a minister, backed by the Political Science Clique. How dare the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics arrest him?"

Does it matter whether Weng Wenyi is a member of the Communist Party or not? As long as Xu Zeng'en believes he is, there will be evidence to prove it. Yang Wei was too lazy to explain the intricacies of the matter to him. Seeing that the shopkeeper was still hesitating, he scolded him in a low voice: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and make a call, or it will be too late."

The shopkeeper frowned at him: "Is the information reliable? This is a minister; what if he's wrong?"

Seeing his hesitation, Yang Wei became furious and interrupted him coldly: "Wang Tianhai was supposed to be a revolutionary leader, but in the end he still became a traitor. Enough nonsense, if you don't tell me, I'll make the call."

After saying this, Yang Wei walked outside. However, as soon as he lifted the curtain, he froze. A dark pistol was pressed against his head, and his body instantly stiffened. The shopkeeper behind him sensed something was wrong and immediately turned to get a gun from under the bed. Two agents who had been lying in ambush outside rushed in and pointed their guns at Yang Wei's head.

"Team Leader Yang, what are you doing?" Yang tried to remain calm, but his trembling voice betrayed his inner fear.

"I have no patience to listen to your excuses." Team Leader Yang sneered. "I've been listening outside for a while now. I'm very curious, what benefits did the Military Intelligence Bureau promise you to make you betray them?"

Upon hearing this, Yang was first shocked, then trembled all over, his face turned ashen, and he stammered, "They have taken control of my daughter."

Team Leader Yang was speechless, only to hear Yang Wei muttering to himself, "That was 27 years ago. I thought she and my wife were dead, but then someone told me she was still alive. She was so young, never enjoyed a single day of happiness, and even developed asthma. If I hadn't rescued her, I would have been punished."

Team Leader Yang listened with obvious impatience, and sneered, "We shouldn't have any romantic feelings for each other. Hmph, you're worried about your daughter from your previous marriage, but not your son now? I remember he's only six years old. Having a child late in life isn't easy, is it? I can't possibly bring him here too, can I?"

These words struck at Yang Wei's Achilles' heel, and he suddenly screamed frantically, "Don't touch him! Don't touch him! I beg you!"

“Very good, then help me put on a show.” Team Leader Yang smiled and pointed to the telephone on the counter.

Soon, the waiter whose neck had been broken was dragged in and shoved under the bed. The manager was gagged and beaten until he was a bloody mess, but he refused to say a word.

Yang Mao didn't care about these small fry. He ordered someone to bring listening equipment, recorded He Shangyou's voice, and then made some intensive arrangements, quietly waiting for the big fish to take the bait.

Half an hour later, in a Dodge parked on the side of the road, He Shangyou was staring intently at the cigar shop not far away through the windshield.

A sign outside the cigar shop read "New Cigars Arrived," indicating that everything at the contact point was normal. Looking around, everything seemed normal too—no ​​informants, no spies, no suspicious individuals. This was good.
The driver in the front seat noticed that he hadn't moved for a long time, so he turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Chief, is something wrong?"

He Shangyou shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Everything is normal, it's just that people get more timid as they get older. Before, he would just pick up a gun, push open the car door, and walk out without looking back. Now, when there's an operation, he'd rather consult a fortune teller or check the almanac before he dares to set off."

The driver stared intently at him and said, "Sir, if I may be so bold, this is, after all, territory controlled by the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), it's too dangerous. You don't really need to go yourself to make the meeting. If necessary, you should at least arrange it on our turf."

"I can't not go, or they'll be unhappy."

"Who's so high and mighty that you have to go in person?" the driver asked instinctively, only to be met with a sharp glare from He Shangyou. He hurriedly replied, "I'm sorry, sir, I deserve to die. I almost broke the rules. I shouldn't have asked."

"Don't turn off the engine!" He Shangyou glanced at him, then pushed open the car door and got out.

The driver kept a close eye on his back. Under his gaze, He Shangyou entered the cigar shop. The moment he lifted the curtain, He Shangyou's body stiffened for a moment, then the curtain moved, and his figure disappeared. The driver guessed that something had happened, immediately drew his pistol, loaded it, and hesitated whether to get out of the car. Suddenly, he noticed two pedestrians walking hurriedly towards his car. He was startled, and looking in the rearview mirror, he saw several other people walking quickly towards him as well.

In an instant, the driver couldn't help but shudder, gritted his teeth, turned the steering wheel sharply, and slammed on the gas pedal.

He fled frantically, and only after reaching a relatively secluded street, realizing he had finally shaken off his pursuers, did he cautiously get out of the car, crawl into a public phone booth, and dial Mao Qiwu's office number: "Director Mao, this is Xiao Liu, the driver for Director He. Something's happened; Director He has been arrested."

Mao Qiwu on the other end of the phone was completely confused: "What happened to He Chuzhang? Who arrested him?"

"The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) sent him to make contact, and then he never came out. My CBIS agents want to arrest me."

"Who did he contact?" Boss Dai hadn't told Mao Qiwu about waking up the undercover agent, so the more he listened, the more confused he became. He wondered to himself—He Shangyou went to make contact and was arrested by the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. Could it be that he was contacting the Red Party? He was startled by his own bold assumption.

"It seems to be an informant lurking in the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS)."

"Oh." Hearing this, Mao Qiwu finally breathed a sigh of relief, then burst into a tirade, "He Chang is in trouble, why aren't you there? What were you doing? Why didn't you go to rescue him? You're deserting your post."

"He...he wouldn't let me come along!" the driver said, his voice trembling with tears, utterly aggrieved.

"Useless trash, get back here now."

After hanging up the phone, Mao Qiwu shook his head absentmindedly and hurried towards Boss Dai's office.

"What did you say? He Shangyou was arrested by the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?" Dai Chunfeng slammed his fist on the table, his face ashen. "What is that bastard Xu Zeng'en up to?"

Mao Qiwu explained, "They must have fallen into a trap set by the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS)."

Dai Chunfeng paced back and forth in his office, fuming and cursing, "Bullshit! Where did his instincts as a secret agent go? They set a trap, and he just walked right into it? This is the price of carelessness. My carefully laid plan has been ruined. What an idiot!"

"Director, Director He's crimes are naturally unforgivable, but the problem is what to do now? I'm not worried about his safety; without solid evidence, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) won't dare to use torture. What I'm worried about is that Xu Zeng'en will use this to stir up trouble in front of the old man."

Hearing this, Dai Chunfeng's emotions cooled down a bit, and he sat down heavily, his eyes showing a deep weariness.

Just then, the phone rang. Dai Chunfeng answered it, and Xu Zeng'en's lazy voice came from the other end: "Brother Yu Nong, surprised, aren't you?"

Dai Chunfeng cursed inwardly, and said in a deep voice, "Get to the point!"

"Hehe, Brother Yu Nong, you're still so hot-tempered. It's nothing. I'm just calling to express my gratitude. If it weren't for your reminder, I wouldn't have known that there was a mole lurking within our ranks. Heh, some people are just ungrateful wretches, no matter how much you try to appease them."

(End of this chapter)