Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 407 Assassination of Jin Xiaoyu

General Guan has a wide network of connections.

From high-ranking officials like Wei Huanzhang, who were from the same hometown, to bandits and mountain thieves.

The latter, in particular, is a force like the one that crossed the three rivers, which is extremely valuable to Hong Zhiyou.

He needs a reliable armed force.

Through intelligence operations, one can occasionally pull off a big heist and increase one's influence.

In particular, the Japanese could easily trade goods by taking advantage of being "robbed".

As for Ichiro Sakanishi's connections and mission.

The Japanese value strength above all else.

Before he could transfer huge sums of money, even Liu Zhenwen looked down on him, let alone the big shots in the Kwantung Army headquarters.

You have to be strong yourself to forge iron.

Hong Zhi lacked his first pot of gold, and Guan Dashuai was a good choice.

It's time to start.

Hong Zhi picked up the phone and dialed Zhou Yi's office number:

"Hello, is Captain Zhou there?"

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Would it be convenient for you to come to my house?"

"address……"

……

"Sister Sun, pack your things. You can leave tonight," Hong Zhiyou instructed as he came downstairs.

"So fast?" Sun Yuejian asked.

"right.

"Although the current crisis has passed, it cannot escape the eyes of Section Chief Gao."

"He will only intensify his investigations in secret."

"It's good for you to leave early."

Hong Zhiyou smiled.

"Okay." Sun Yuejian nodded and went inside to tidy up.

After half an hour.

Zhou Yi drove to the house.

dong dong.

He knocked gently on the door.

Hong Zhiyou welcomed him inside.

"Yuejian?" As soon as he entered, he saw Sun Yuejian with a headscarf wrapped around his head and exclaimed in surprise.

"Zhou Yi!"
“I was just wondering how to contact you,” Sun Yuejian said, stepping forward.

"Your train tickets are for 7 o'clock, so you have enough time. You can have a good get-together."

"I'm going outside to buy a bottle of wine."

Hong Zhi glanced at his watch and gave the two of them plenty of space.

About half an hour.

Hong Zhi guessed that Zhou Yi should be almost done, so he went back into the house.

really.

Zhou Yi and Sun Yuejian sat at the table chatting.

Sun Yuejian's shirt showed obvious signs of being disheveled.

Revolutionary love is indeed exceptionally romantic.

"Section Chief Hong."

"Thank you for saving Yuejian."

"Now that we've come this far, let's get straight to the point. Which side are you on? Our comrades, the Comintern, or the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?"

Zhou Yi handed him a cigarette and asked.

It doesn't matter which side I'm on.

"Sometimes knowing too much is not good for you."

"All you need to know is that I'm a friend."

"I have connections and might be able to find the batch of drugs you're looking for."

"But I have a plan that requires cooperation with the Anti-Japanese United Army."

"This is also good for you..."

Hong Zhi explained the plan in detail.

"I can agree to this plan right now."

“My friend helps people sell mountain produce and raise grain. As long as you can eat the produce, it’s not a problem,” Zhou Yi said after thinking for a moment.

This is indeed a good opportunity.

Funding for the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army has always been a problem.

With North and East China now in Japanese hands, it is extremely difficult for the funds the organization raised in Beiping and Tianjin to enter the country, as major banks are scrutinizing them closely.

Most of the time, circulation can only rely on hard commodities like gold bars.

They were investigated twice earlier, resulting in heavy losses.

Comrades living in the mountains usually have no choice but to rely on the mountains for their livelihood, and conditions are extremely harsh.

Food is a minor issue; the forests of Northeast China are fertile, so there's no chance of starving to death.

But essential supplies like bullets, medicine, and dry cell batteries are becoming increasingly scarce, and that's what's truly fatal.

If Hong Zhiyou could get his hands on it, Lao Wei wouldn't need to operate from Fengtian and Xinjing, which almost led to a major incident like Yuejian's.

"Okay, it's settled then."

"I'll go get the grain in a couple of days, and you can give me the first batch."

Hong Zhi knew that with Zhou Yi's shrewdness, words alone wouldn't suffice; only a successful collaboration could open up the resource gap later.

"My concern is still about transportation."

“There are checkpoints everywhere now, they even check Mitsubishi cars. Forget about rice, even if a bird wants to fly over Harbin, they’ll pluck a few feathers from it,” Zhou Yi worried.

"I'll take care of this."

"Once I've settled things with Commander Guan, I'll go to the Fourth Army Corps of the Kwantung Army stationed in Harbin."

"Right now, the food is all in their hands."

"You just need to keep supplying me with goods."

Hongzhi has the Way.

“Okay,” Zhou Yi said.

He doesn't have many options now except to believe that Hong Zhiyou is a lucky star sent from heaven.

"Let's go, it's time to see Sister Sun off."

Whether Hong Zhi revealed their identities or not was meaningless; there was no need to strip others bare.

Got in the car.

Hong Zhiyou said while driving:
"Sister Sun's secret was exposed the moment she stepped into Harbin while delivering medicine."

"This means there is a traitor in your organization."

"It would be troublesome if we didn't find out."

“Yes, but judging from Gao Bin’s, your uncle’s, inaccurate information about Yuejian, this traitor is not a core member of the organization,” Zhou Yi nodded.

“You have a close relationship with Section Chief Gao, can you reveal something?” Sun Yuejian asked.

"The traitor is a woman."

"I don't know anything else."

Hong Zhi thought about it for a moment and understood a little.

Information is his greatest weapon, his "cheat code".

"Thank you," Zhou Yi nodded.

Upon arriving at the train station, Zhou Yi could only watch from afar inside the train.

After all, this was Hong Zhiyou's "girlfriend" whom he had dumped.

"Sister Sun, take care."

Hong Zhi went up and gave Sun Yuejian a brief hug, then helped her into the carriage before getting off.

Back in the car, he said, "The radio is in my house. Unless Lieutenant General Shirakura comes to investigate in person, no one in Harbin will dare to search my house."

"We'll transport the grain up the mountain later when it arrives."

As he spoke, he handed Zhou Yi an old knife.

"Brother, thanks."

"Without you, Yuejian and I would have been in danger this time."

"It's been so long since I've had this kind of cigarette, it's so delicious."

Zhou Yi took a puff and expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

“I brought a whole suitcase back. I’ll give you two to take to work tomorrow,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"Actually, I still don't understand."

"You're Section Chief Gao's nephew, and with the Japanese backing you up, you'd start at the section chief level with a bright future ahead of you. Why would you do this?" Zhou Yi asked after a moment of silence.

"Some people like being officials."

"Some people like to carry out revolutions."

"I like making money, specifically gold."

"I want to see if, in the course of my life, I can prove my business acumen under the very noses of the Japanese, and become the true uncrowned king of the Kanto region."

Hong Zhiyou looked into the distance, his face full of confidence.

The worst thing in life is to live aimlessly, not knowing what you want to do.

As long as you have a goal, you'll have something to look forward to.

"Your ambitions are lofty, but the Japanese may not tolerate them."

Zhou Yi smiled with a hint of envy.

Being young is great; you can dream of anything.

Unlike himself, confidence has long been a luxury for him. It is precisely because of his countless lack of confidence that he has avoided many radical mistakes and never "gambles" on luck.

He only believes in what's in front of him, what he can see and control.

“Then you will witness a miracle,” Hong Zhiyou said with a smile.

“How do I put it?

"I actually still have one more thought in mind."

"I want to know if General Yang Jingyu had enough food, guns, money, and the necessary Soviet aid, could the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army have driven the Japanese out of Northeast China?"

Hong Zhiyou was serious when he said that.

"If you can really become the God of Wealth Zhao on this banknote, I guarantee you that General Yang and the more than 200,000 soldiers of the Anti-Japanese United Army will definitely drive the Japanese and Puyi into the Yalu River to feed the fish."

Zhou Yi gave a very affirmative answer.

General Yang was one of the few people he could feel confident in.

“I believe it too.

"Shall we give it a try?" Hong Zhiyou suggested.

"Okay." Zhou Yi smiled, finding this young man increasingly interesting.

"Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

When they arrived at the door, Zhou Yi asked.

"No, I think my sister-in-law doesn't seem to have a good impression of me. She's so cold towards me, so I won't go looking for trouble," Hong Zhiyou said with a smile.

"All right.

"Waiting for your penicillin, things are urgent in the mountains, and we're losing staff every day."

"Thanks."

Zhou Yi gave a few words of advice and got out of the car.

"Wait for the news."

Hong Zhiyou turned the car around and drove towards Wenxuan Street.

We arrived at Tianranju.

Wu Jingzhong sat on the second floor by the window, with a copper pot on the table bubbling away.

"Phew, we need to eat something hot on a hot day like this."

"Sit down quickly."

Wu Jingzhong prepared a sesame sauce for him and then shoveled large pieces of meat into the pot with his chopsticks.

"Thank you." Hong Zhiyou sat down next to him, pouring him tea while using serving chopsticks to put meat into his bowl.
"The lamb here is so fresh, it only takes eight seconds to cook."

Wu Jingzhong was stunned.

Old buddies like Liu Xiong usually wouldn't dare to get this close to him.

This kid is quite informal.

"I've decided to have Guohua act as your undercover contact. You can contact him anytime if there's any emergency."

"Don't let his youth fool you, he's very experienced and reliable."

Wu Jingzhong said.

"Good.

"Did you bring the medicine?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"Ok.

“These are genuine, high-quality goods, worth a lot of money. This time, Commander Guan will have to bleed a little.” Wu Jingzhong laughed.

"That's for sure."

“If he doesn’t bleed me out, I can’t set up my business.” Hong Zhiyou said.

"I received information that Li Songquan is already on his way to Harbin under secret escort."

"Damn it, they're coming for me."

“He has seen me. If I don’t get rid of this person, it will be difficult for me to stay in Harbin.”

Wu Jingzhong put down his chopsticks and muttered to himself in worry.

"The situation may be worse than we think."

"Jin Xiaoyu, the squad leader of the communications class, is a master painter. If Li Songquan wants to get to know you, he can draw you exactly as you are by simply describing you to him."

"The head of the Northeast District of the Military Intelligence Bureau, the primary person in charge."

"Tsk tsk, I'm afraid Gao Bin and the village will go door to door, they won't even let the rat holes go unchecked, they'll find you."

Hong Zhiyou smiled.

“If I get arrested, you’ll be the first person I sell out,” Wu Jingzhong said, pointing at him.

"Tell me, do you have a contingency plan?"

He took two bites of meat and asked.

"Let's prepare for both possibilities."

"First, get rid of this person before Jin Xiaoyu sees him."

"Second, get rid of Li Songquan."

"However, I estimate the latter is too difficult; he'll either be in the Special Service Section or the Military Police."

"There is almost no chance of killing him."

"This is Jin Xiaoyu's address. You must take care of him before Li Songquan comes to Harbin."

Hongzhi has the Way.

Jin Xiaoyu is the head of technology in the department; without getting rid of him, there will be no telegraph freedom in Harbin. "Okay."

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a major killing spree. It’s time to show these spies what the old tricks are all about,” Wu Jingzhong said coldly.

"I'm leaving, you can eat slowly," Hong Zhiyou said as he stood up after taking a couple of bites.

As a military intelligence instructor, Hong Zhi had no worries about Lao Wu's skills, so there was no need for him to stay any longer.

"What a waste, I ordered so much."

When will it be available?

"Boss Dai has sent telegrams to urge us two or three times. Last time, he was so eager to get his hands on Yang Sen's batch of goods that he was practically green with envy."

"He issued a strict order to prepare a batch to present to the Chairman."

“The mountain town is damp; the Chairman and his wife will find it useful.”

Wu Jingzhong called out to him and whispered.

"Do you have money?"

"No money, no discussion."

Dai Li was like a wolf that could never be satisfied; once the door was opened, he would only demand more and more in the future.

Should I even continue running this small business?

Damn, he's in Chongqing, yet he's remotely controlling Northeast China.

What number is it?
"Ugh, what audacious bastard," Wu Jingzhong cursed, secretly grumbling.

……

Harbin Police Department.

eight pm.

Gao Bin is still working in his office.

Lu Ming sat by the fire, grabbed a handful of tea leaves, brewed a cup of tea, swayed it, blew on the tea leaves, and drank it.

Section Chief.

"Do you think Li Songquan is really that important?"
"If it's so important, why would the Qiqihar and Xinjing police departments be willing to let us have it? It's not like them."

Lu Ming asked, puzzled.

"Just as we guessed."

"The head of the Northeast District has changed. This newly established Manchurian Station is not in Fengtian, nor in Xinjing, but actually in our Harbin."

"Li Songquan has been turned to the side in Qiqihar. Now he is General Chengcang's prized possession."

"Dai Li has always challenged the Japanese and us, both inside and outside the Great Wall, and his arrogance has always been extremely high."

"If we can capture this stationmaster of Manchuria, it will be a great relief."

Gao Bin said solemnly.

That is.

"I heard that Dai Li and Li Shiqun are in a bloodthirsty frenzy in Shanghai."

"In the Northeast, quite a few people have died at the hands of those rats in the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"It's time to wipe them out in one fell swoop."

Lu Ming said.

"Yes, Li Songquan knows their radio password."

"Even if we can't catch this new Kuomintang station chief, we can still monitor their messages at any time, and finding them is only a matter of time."

Gao Bin glanced at his watch as he spoke:
"It's almost time. Let Squad Leader Jin take the shift."

"Once Li Songquan arrives, draw the man's portrait immediately. Then everyone will work overtime to launch a surprise attack and try to wipe them out like lightning while they're off guard."

"Yes, but we don't have enough manpower. Should we call Captain Zhou and Section Chief Hong back?" Lu Ming accepted the order.

"No.

"Li Songquan is a precious gem. We only need to use the portrait temporarily, and we must return it to Lieutenant General Chengcang immediately."

"The less such people know, the better."

"If something goes wrong, we can't afford to cover it."

Gao Bin is always so meticulous, always thinking a hundred steps ahead before taking a single step.

"Let's go pick them up."

……

Daowai Street.

Guli Community 302.

The woman sat anxiously in a chair, holding her child.

The masked man before them revealed only a pair of sinister, beast-like eyes. He held a gun in his hand and commanded in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Call Jin Xiaoyu immediately."

"Just tell him the child has a fever and ask him to come back immediately to take him to the hospital."

Liu Xiong coldly gave the order.

"I, I..." The woman trembled with fear.

"If you don't fight, I'll kill your kid first, damn it, hurry up!" Liu Xiong snapped, grabbing a teacup from the table with one hand and squeezing it.

bang.

The teacup shattered with a crack.

"I'll hit him, I'll hit him, but don't hurt the child." The woman hurriedly agreed, terrified.

"quick."

A ruthless glint flashed in Liu Xiong's eyes.

In this world, if they weren't so virtuous, they would already be considered saints, and compassion would be completely absent from their lives.

Communications class.

Jin Xiaoyu adjusted his glasses, held a ruler, and traced patterns on the map, summarizing and reviewing the sources of radio wave information so that he could be more accurate in the next calculation.

Jingle Bell.

the phone is ringing.

A clerk answered the phone and called out, "Squad leader, it's for you."

Jin Xiaoyu picked up the phone: "It's me."

"what?
"Okay, I'll be right back. Wait for me."

After hanging up the phone, Jin Xiaoyu instructed, "Xia, you keep an eye on things for now. I'm going home for a bit."

"Squad leader, what's wrong? Should I go?"

"The section chief said you have to stay here; there's an operation tonight."

Xia reminded her.

"It's alright, the section chief went to pick someone up. I'll be right back, I'll definitely be back within half an hour," Jin Xiaoyu said anxiously.

"Alright, hurry back," Xia said helplessly.

Jin Xiaoyu asked the dispatch office for a vehicle.

I drove straight home.

"Xiaojuan, how is Bao'er?"

Jin Xiaoyu opened the door and immediately saw the muzzle of Liu Xiong's gun.

"Close the door." Liu Xiong adjusted the muzzle of his gun.

Jin Xiaoyu slowly turned around and closed the door.

"Hero, which mountain are you from?" Jin Xiaoyu raised his hand and asked in a deep voice.

“Those who resist the Japanese will take your lives,” Liu Xiong said coldly.

"Xiao Juan, take the child inside," Jin Xiaoyu said in a trembling voice.

"Please, don't kill him, please!" the wife pleaded desperately, holding her child.

Liu Xiong remained unmoved.

"Go inside!" Jin Xiaoyu shouted, tears streaming down her face.

The wife sobbed in despair as she carried the child into the inner room.

Jin Xiaoyu looked at Liu Xiong, his eyes filled with despair.

"Snapped!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Liu Xiong pulled the trigger between his eyebrows.

Then, he opened the door, pulled his hat brim low, and strode away.

……

Harbin Railway Station.

Under the protection of a pair of military police, Li Songquan, with his hand on his round cap, glanced around a few times before quickly getting into the car.

"Station Chief Li, welcome."

"I am Gao Bin, the head of the Special Service Section in Harbin."

“We have already prepared a welcome banquet at the Yamato Hotel,” Gao Bin, sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and smiled.

"No need.

"What's the point of welcoming a prisoner like me?" Li Songquan said coldly, taking out a silver wine flask and gulping down two mouthfuls.

How could that be?

"Mr. Li is an important figure specifically mentioned by Lieutenant General Shirokura."

"Manchukuo was a Japanese-controlled country; your approach won't work."

"Keep up the good work, who knows, your little brother might just become the director of the police department."

Gao Bin smiled.

"Time is of the essence, brother, let's use this time to get down to business." He straightened his coat and crossed his arms to make himself more comfortable.

“Ask whatever you want,” Li Songquan said, frowning.

"Who is the station chief of Manchuria? What is his real name, code name, and previous identity within the Military Intelligence Bureau?" Gao Bin asked.

"I don't know who he is."

"This person was secretly sent by Dai Li, and very few people in Northeast China know about him."

His code name is Boss Feng.

"He just arrived six months ago. He's very cautious, and you can tell he's an experienced guy."

Li Songquan said.

"No, someone this important should be easy to find, right?" Lu Ming, who was driving, interjected.

"His information has probably been processed. If you're on assignment and you want to find out something from that perspective, you basically won't find anything."

"And I've always stayed in Northeast China."

"The Military Intelligence Bureau did not have many connections within the Central Plains."

"The environment here is harsh. It's called a station, but it's really just a makeshift operation with only two or three people. To put it bluntly, if they're unhappy today, they can quit and go back to farming tomorrow."

"The Military Intelligence Bureau had previously established twenty-one regions, but not the Northeast. This was because they felt that it would be too costly to cause trouble under the noses of Manchukuo and the Japanese, and they were unwilling to spend too much effort."

"Each station basically operates independently."

"All of them are single-line contacts with headquarters and secret agents."

"So, I really don't know him."

Li Songquan answered truthfully.

"Tell me why Dai Li suddenly decided to establish a station in Manchuria in Northeast China?" Gao Bin asked.

"Dai Li loved money."

"Li Shiqun and Ding Mocun opened No. 76 in Shanghai. I think that he started to pay attention to it because he had an intermediary to connect with the outside world."

"In addition, rumors about the Kwantung Army's Togo Unit in Zhongma City are now circulating everywhere among the people."

"Chiang Kai-shek, Americans, and Soviets were very concerned about biological and chemical warfare and germ warfare."

"That's why they decided to put a lot of effort into building the Northeast region."

Li Songquan frowned and analyzed.

"Ok.

What you said makes a lot of sense.

“You guys are different from the red tickets. The red tickets are here to cause trouble, but you guys not only cause trouble, you also make money.”

"Especially Dai Li, he's very ambitious."

"However, it is clear that they chose the wrong place."

"They didn't set up stations in Xinjing or Fengtian, but came to my territory. They're looking down on me and want to have a showdown."

Gao Bin said coldly.

"Don't underestimate this person," Li Songquan said.

"It's not that I look down on them, it's that I don't even think about them."

"As long as he is still in Harbin, not even a mouse can escape our grasp."

Lu Ming gave an arrogant sneer.

"Do you have a radio codebook?" Gao Bin nodded in deep agreement.

"have.

"The password book was originally scheduled to be changed this month."

“But I heard there was some trouble getting the codebook through the customs. Before I was arrested, we were still using the old codebook to communicate with Xinjing, Yichun and other places,” Li Songquan said.

"Have you met the new stationmaster? Do you remember what he looks like?" Gao Bin asked.

“I can remember even if I were reduced to ashes,” Li Songquan said.

“We have an artist in our Special Operations Section who can draw it.”

"We need to be able to catch this person."

"Your brother deserves the most credit."

Gao Bin said.

“That would be perfect,” Li Songquan nodded.

If I'm not mistaken, the Military Intelligence Bureau should already know about my defection. If I don't get rid of these people, my safety will always be a problem.

The car arrived at the police station quickly.

As Gao Bin walked, he said, "Lu Ming, go to the restaurant and get a good pot and some side dishes, plus two bottles of good wine. We might have to work overtime here tonight."

"Yes." Lu Ming accepted the order and left.

"Go and call Jin Xiaoyu here," he instructed the police officer on duty at the door.

Then, he went into Li Songquan's office and chatted over tea.

"Section Chief, Squad Leader Jin isn't here," Xia Xia reported as she walked in.

"What happened?" Gao Bin asked.

"They said the child was sick and they were going back to take the child to see a doctor."

"It's time to get him to the hospital."

Xia glanced at the time on the wall and said.

"This is really a waste of time."

"Call him right now and urge him to come over immediately," Gao Bin said, dissatisfied.

"Yes."

Xia went outside.

A moment later, he ran back in a panic: "Section Chief, Squad Leader Jin... something happened to him."

"Speak quickly!" Gao Bin and Li Songquan stood up in surprise at the same time.

"Squad Leader Jin was shot and killed at home by thugs. Police from the New District Police Station are handling the situation there," Xia reported.

……

(End of this chapter)