My spy diary

Chapter 580 Intelligence (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

He Shangyou returned to his office with a gloomy face, slammed the door shut, kicked a stool, and paced back and forth, clearly still not out of his anger.

Secretary Meng looked at him tremblingly: "Chief."

He Shangyou ignored him and picked up the phone on the table to make a call.

Soon, the voice from the other end came through:

"Action Division, who is this?"

"I am He Shangyou, and I am looking for your department head."

"Director He, our section chief is not here. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know about that."

"Nonsense, didn't you receive a call from Boss Dai?"

"Got it."

"Then tell him that I need to see Lin Jingyi's people immediately, understand?"

After hanging up, he waited a while, and the phone rang again. This time it was He Zhiyuan.

"Since this is Boss Dai's idea, then you can come and take the person."

Did he confess?

"The review has just begun."

"Stop the interrogation immediately and wait for me. Where are you?"

"The 41st Hospital".

"I'm leaving now."

After hanging up the phone, He Shangyou got up, grabbed his coat, and strode towards the door. Just as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at his secretary:

"You stay here and keep an eye on Zhang Yi's every move."

"Me?" The secretary asked anxiously. "Director, shouldn't we replace him with someone else? Section Chief Liu and the others are well-trained; he managed to outmaneuver them all. I'm just an office clerk."

"What's wrong with being an office clerk? That's exactly the effect we want. We need to stir up trouble, arouse his suspicion, make him anxious and angry, and then he'll make a mistake. That's when our opportunity will come."

"Yes, the Director's instructions are correct." The secretary glanced at him and said cautiously, "I will do my best."

"It's not just about trying your best, it's about giving it your all."

"understand!"

The conversation continued in Boss Dai's office.

Dai Chunfeng leaned back in his chair, looking somewhat weary, and asked, "Have you made any progress on the task I assigned you?"

Zhang Yi knew he was referring to the investigation into the Japanese army's search for uranium ore, and shook his head: "So far, we haven't found any valuable clues."

"We need to hurry. The Chairman is taking this matter very seriously." Dai Chunfeng rubbed his temples, his eyes slightly closed. "And how did you find Lin Jingyi?"

"It was also a stroke of luck. While flipping through the newspapers, my subordinates inadvertently discovered that the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) was operating in Tangjiatuo. Following the trail, we managed to find this person."

“This isn’t just luck!” Dai Chunfeng smacked his lips. “Some intelligence is often hidden in those aimless conversations and meaningless texts. Finding potentially overlooked clues from the smallest details is a testament to an intelligence officer’s ability, yet many people tend to ignore it. Is it because they are ignorant or incompetent? Incompetence is another matter, but the real problem is that some people are not diligent. In this respect, I, Dai, am quite good at recognizing people.”

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "You flatter me, Director."

"Don't underestimate yourself. Excessive humility is the same as pride?" Dai Chunfeng smiled meaningfully, stood up and patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder. "You've had a tough time lately, haven't you? I'm a bit careless and always put a lot of pressure on you. I haven't paid enough attention to your lives. As your parent, I should apologize to you."

When he said this, Dai Chunfeng changed from his previous gloomy demeanor to an approachable elder, which was hard for people to accept at first.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi straightened up: "Director, you flatter me."

"Don't overthink it. I remember all the contributions you made in Yuzhou, and they will soon be awarded as medals. It's important to balance work and rest. Here's what I'll do: I'll give you a few days off to rest and think about the uranium ore. I hope that when we meet again, I'll hear a substantial report."

Military Intelligence Bureau No. 41 Hospital.

When He Shangyou found He Zhiyuan, he was sitting behind the interrogation table, staring blankly at a small mirror. Two plainclothes officers stood beside him, staring intently at Lin Jingyi, who was eating noodles across from him.

He Shangyou glanced at Lin Jingyi, then leaned closer to He Zhiyuan and teased:

"Why are you suddenly looking in the mirror? It's not like there are demons or monsters sitting across from you."

"He's more cunning than a ghost." He Zhiyuan snorted irritably, then moved the mirror away. Only then did He Shangyou notice the blister on his lip: "Are you feeling hot and bothered?"

"Really? But some people say that a villain is pinching my mouth."

He Shangyou knew that he was blaming him, so he smiled and said, "I was wrong to do this, and I owe you a favor."

He Zhiyuan didn't reply. He put down the mirror, got up, and led his men outside. Reaching the door, he uttered a single sentence:
"How you conduct the interrogation is your business. Just remember to return him to me after the interrogation. He's on the sanctions list."

He Shangyou didn't speak until the footsteps faded into the distance, then he walked up to Lin Jingyi and looked down at her, saying:
"Did you hear what I just said? We're all old buddies from Division One and Division Two, so I won't say more. If you want to live, you have no choice but to cooperate with me."

Lin Jingyi was fully aware of her predicament, like a fish on a chopping board, and stared intently into his eyes:

"Why should I trust you?"

He Shangyou said with a disdainful look, "Do you have a choice?"

Lin Jingyi gave a wry smile: "Fine, I can tell you everything I know. But I have conditions."

"I like your straightforwardness and frankness. Tell me, what do you want?"

"First, an American passport, $50,000, and send me away immediately after this is over. I can no longer stay in the country. Second, publish a message in all the newspapers in the mountain city saying that I have been executed by you."

"Smart." He Shangyou clapped his hands lightly twice. "No wonder you're an old buddy from the Party Affairs Investigation Department. You've prepared a perfect escape route for yourself, allowing you to live again without anyone noticing. But aren't you overthinking it?"

"What do you mean?" Lin Jingyi's expression changed, and she picked up her chopsticks and held them to her throat. "You want to back out, huh? Believe me or not, I'll end my own life, and you'll get nothing."

“If you didn’t believe me, you would have finished it long ago. Why wait until now? You’ve made yourself into this inhuman mess, wearing the label of a traitor.” He Shangyou’s tone became stern. “You really think you’re something special? Letting you leave this interrogation room alive is already giving you face.”

Lin Jingyi's hands trembled slightly. He lacked the courage to thrust forward, no matter how hard he tried. He stared intently at He Shangyou, pondering his words as if trying to discern their truthfulness.

"and then?"

“From now on, it’s up to you. I can’t help you much.” He Shangyou slowly pulled the chopsticks off his hand, pulled up a chair, sat down opposite Lin Jingyi, paused, and said, “It’s getting late, let’s begin.”

"Then I'll take the gamble?" Lin Jingyi looked at him, sighed, and slowly uttered a sentence.

"A seemingly insignificant piece I placed a few years ago at Baota Mountain has now grown into a valuable asset."

He Shangyou's eyes widened instantly. He subconsciously turned to look at his two men, waved them out, and urged them to leave:
"What's his name? What's his position?"

The night was hazy. Zhang Yi drove home, and not far from the bureau headquarters, he noticed a car following him suspiciously.

Although I don't know who is following me, judging from their tracking skills and methods, they are obviously a novice.

Thinking of the stalking he had encountered this afternoon, Zhang Yi snorted coldly.

Perhaps, a direct approach is the most effective counterattack.

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply and made a U-turn to stop the car behind him.

Then, he loaded the bullet, got out of the vehicle, and aimed at the driver's cab:
"Hands behind your head, get out of the car. If you move, you're dead. Get out of the car and hand over your weapons."

The person in the car behind was Secretary Meng. He was stunned for a moment, then got out of the car tremblingly, took out the gun from his pocket and threw it on the ground, saying in a trembling voice:

"Director Zhang, what's going on?"

"You're stalking me!"

"No, I swear." Secretary Meng wiped his sweat and quickly explained, "I was on my way home when I ran into you."

"Do you think I believe that?" Zhang Yi sneered. "How about we talk somewhere else?"

Secretary Meng asked nervously, "Where are we going?"

"trial room."

"No, Director Zhang, I'm a coward." Secretary Meng trembled. "I was just following orders. Please be magnanimous and forgive me this time."

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's not impossible."

Secretary Meng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling smug. He was Director He's secretary; even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner. Sure enough, Zhang Yi wouldn't dare to make things difficult for him.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard Zhang Yi say again:
"But we can't just let this go."

Secretary Meng's heart, which had just settled, jumped again. She forced a smile and said:

"I understand, I will certainly come to your aid another day."

“Don’t wait until another day, let’s do it now.” Zhang Yi interrupted him, took out a silencer from his pocket and screwed it on, his eyes darting around, “Take off your clothes.”

Zhang Yi usually doesn't play the fool to take advantage of others, but he doesn't mind pretending to be a tiger to tease a fat pig. Today, he wants to make Secretary Meng understand the consequences of offending Lord Ma.

"Take off, take off your clothes?" Secretary Meng was dumbfounded. He had long heard that Zhang Yi was not interested in women and did not even have a girlfriend. Now he thought in horror, "Could he be a gigolo?"
Seeing Secretary Meng staring blankly into space, Zhang Yi glared at him sternly:
"What are you standing there for? Do you expect me to do it myself?"

"Director Zhang, I have a girlfriend."

"What does this have to do with your girlfriend?" Zhang Yi suddenly realized his mistake halfway through his sentence, and was both amused and exasperated. He kicked Secretary Meng to the ground. "Take it off or not? It's so dark, people would believe me if I said a gun went off accidentally."

Secretary Meng collapsed to the ground, crying and pleading, "I was out of my mind, I was blind to your greatness, Director Zhang, please let me go, I really do have a girlfriend."

Zhang Yi looked at him incredulously and kicked him again: "What are you thinking? You reek of perfume and talk like a woman. Do you think I'd be interested in you? Take off your clothes and go for a run, understand?"

I understand! As expected, Director Zhang likes men, but she just dislikes the strong smell of rouge on her.

"You should have said so earlier!" Secretary Meng understood, a hint of relief appearing on her face. She quickly got up, stripped off her clothes until she was only wearing her underwear, and said pitifully, "..."

"Director Zhang, is that alright?"

Zhang Yi glanced at him, his face full of disdain: "You still have a sense of shame? Take your clothes off."

Helpless, Secretary Meng had no choice but to clean himself up, like a vulture with its feathers plucked, head bowed.

Zhang Yi pointed to the road in front of the car: "Let's begin, a one-kilometer forced march. If you run too slowly, be careful, bullets don't have eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Secretary Meng rushed out like a bolt of lightning.

Zhang Yi stepped on the gas, and the car disappeared into the night.

Upon entering the house, Zhang Yi closed the door and carefully searched every corner for any possible listening devices.

After finding nothing, he brewed a cup of tea and began to receive today's intelligence.

Today's intelligence has been updated.

[1. You met with Lin Jingyi today and obtained relevant intelligence—Lin Jingyi has planted an undercover agent in Baota Mountain, codenamed Night Falcon. Night Falcon's real name is Shen Yanci, and his alias is Lu Chen; he is infiltrating the Border Region Security Department.]

[2. You met with Lin Jingyi today and obtained relevant intelligence—Lin Jingyi has reached a secret agreement with Ding Mocun, who will introduce Qingqi Qingyin, the head of the Mei Agency, to plan the implementation of "Operation Black Tiger."]

Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat as he stared intently at the text on the screen. "Black Tiger Pulls Out the Heart"—the literal meaning was clear: its aim was at the central point.

Intelligence indicated that the Manchukuo Special Higher Police had uncovered a Soviet intelligence group in Harbin, which included a husband and wife couple named Zhang Fan and Tian Bing.

Both of them are Chinese and belong to the Red Party International.

After being recruited by the Special Higher Police, he was asked to go undercover at Pagoda Mountain for an extended period.

After learning about the Night Falcon from Lin Jingyi, Qingqi Qingyin devised a plan. Based on the idea that "the enemy of my enemy is my friend," he asked Zhang Fan and his wife to come over and proposed a joint operation with the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. Unexpectedly, Xu Zengen readily agreed.

Their plan was aimed at the celebration of the fifth anniversary of the founding of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University to be held on June 1st, a day when all the leading figures of the Red Party would be in attendance.

While the Japanese choice was somewhat unexpected, it was also quite reasonable. In contrast, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Juntong) dispatched large numbers of agents to infiltrate Pagoda Hill under various identities, while the Japanese spies, despite racking their brains, achieved very little.

Zhang Yi remembered Zheng Huhe mentioning that three years ago, a Japanese spy named Ji Sigong had successfully infiltrated Baota Mountain.

This man was of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent and spoke fluent Shaanxi dialect. After being selected by Japanese spies, he was sent to the "Secret Academy" in Beiping for training. In December 1937, under the alias Ma Kezhi, he secretly operated in Chang'an as the head of the Political Training Department of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University. After gaining the trust of two young female students who had enrolled in the Shaanbei Public School, he led them to northern Shaanxi.

Along the way, they drew topographical maps, inquired about troop numbers, and even guided Japanese aircraft to bomb targets.

Ji Sigong's behavior gradually aroused the suspicion of the female students. He brutally killed the two and successfully entered Baotashan as a college student. However, he was eventually arrested by the Border Region Security Department due to his suspicious behavior. After a public trial, he was sentenced to death and publicly executed by firing squad.

Having learned their lesson, the Japanese clearly intended to use the Night Falcon's identity to facilitate the entry of Zhang Fan and his wife.

Meanwhile, He Shangyou and Lin Jingyi's conversation continued.

"You actually colluded with the Japanese puppet regime?"

Lin Jingyi scoffed: "There are no eternal enemies or eternal friends in this world. The First and Second Divisions fought so fiercely, yet we're sitting side by side now, aren't we?"

Then he suddenly realized something and sneered, “You talk as if your Military Intelligence Bureau is so clean. You should know better than me who lives in the mansion at No. 59, Lane 36, Yuyuan Road, Shanghai. The radio in his house is in contact with your Director Dai, isn’t it? That’s an open secret.”

He Shangyou was speechless. The owner of No. 59 Mansion was naturally the notorious traitor Zhou Mouhai. Under the pretext of negotiating a comprehensive peace with Chongqing, he negotiated with Kawamoto Yoshitaro, the Minister of the Japanese Army in Shanghai, and obtained the right to set up a radio station. He established a direct "hotline" with the boss. In addition to relaying information about the "comprehensive peace" from Japan to the Military Intelligence Bureau, he also reported on the movements of the Japanese army and puppet troops in Nanjing and Shanghai, and more importantly, he transmitted intelligence on the activities of the New Fourth Army and the underground Red Party organization in Jiangnan.

He Shangyou knew all about these things, but he couldn't say it directly. He smiled and said, "It's always hard to guess what big shots are thinking. We should just follow orders."

"What big shots? They've been through the gates of hell a few times. I've seen it all. They're all opportunists, driven by profit. If I had no use to them, you, or rather they, would have abandoned me long ago."

He Shangyou remained noncommittal and continued to ask, "What about the code name and password for communication with the Night Falcon?"

(End of this chapter)