Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 485 If you're unkind, don't blame me for being unjust.
With a simultaneous gasp from Hong Zhiyou and Jia Huizi, the chaotic piano music abruptly stopped.

"do not move!
"Let me take my time."

Jia Huizi called out to Hong Zhiyou, who was trying to push her away.

"I want to remember this moment today, because it may be a happiness I will never have again in my life."

Hong Zhi put his arm around her soft waist from behind and chuckled, "Madam, that's enough. Don't bully honest people. Director Ma will be devastated if he finds out."

Jia Huizi chuckled softly, her voice carrying a hint of mockery and relief:

He would only break down if he didn't have a son.

"His father was a royalist old-fashioned man who repeatedly threatened to kill himself to force him to carry on the family line of the Momomura family."

Jia Huizi turned around and gently traced her fingers across Hong Zhiyou's chest: "The Momomura family knows something about my past in Tokyo and has always blamed me for not being able to have children."

"But little did they know, it was Ma Wendong who was simply incompetent."

“He has had other women outside, but he hasn’t left any descendants yet.”

"In matters like this, it is always us women who suffer losses and humiliation."

Hong Zhi thought to himself, these two oddballs, one played too wildly in his younger years and hurt his health, the other is all looks and no substance, it would be a miracle if they could have a child.

With a wicked grin on his face, he deliberately asked, "So, what exactly is wrong with Old Ma?"

Jia Huizi leaned closer, her breath sweet as orchids: "Him? You can count on your fingers in no time."

Hong Zhi pinched her cheek: "Don't you think you're being cheap?"

She appears dignified and virtuous in public, but in private she lies in bed with me and complains that her husband is no good.

"It's definitely a Tokyo specialty."

"You're so annoying!" Jia Huizi pinched him, her eyes sparkling with flirtatious charm. "You're always picking on other people."

Hong Zhi kissed her again, his eyes becoming serious:

"I just want to make sure that this is the real you."

“I’m afraid that once I pull up my pants, you’ll turn your back on me.”

Jia Huizi gently pushed him away, sat up from the bed, and slowly straightened her disheveled kimono: "Hong-san, of course I will miss you and think about you."

"But don't expect me to side with you."

"We all represent our own interests, and you should be well aware of that."

“I knew you’d be a stranger in the future!” Hong Zhi pinched her pert buttocks hard.

"also."

Hong Zhiyou stood up and began to put on his clothes.

"I hope Madam will pay close attention to Old Qiu's affairs."

Jia Huizi looked at him and suddenly asked, "You're not really a red ticket, are you?"

"What do you think?
"I don't have to do anything. Even if I replace Commander Guan, my uncle's wealth and status alone are enough for me to live a life of luxury and wealth in Harbin."

"And there are even ladies like you vying to sleep with me."

"Am I out of my mind? Why would I give up a good life to go up the mountain to eat dirt and gnaw on tree bark?"

"But Lao Qiu is different."

Hong Zhiyou walked up to her and looked down at her.

"He was originally from a wealthy family and spent three years in the mountains."

"If you don't want that quick-draw guy at home to die, you'd better hurry up."

"Don't forget, he was planning to meet with Shiro Ishii on his own."

Jia Huizi's expression instantly turned serious.

"I understand. I will discuss this with him."

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do you... have any medicine? I still hope that Ichiro can get better, even if it's just a little bit better, even if it's only a tenth as good as you."

"Hehe, one-tenth of mine, is that considered a tiny bit?"

"That's the dream of so many men, okay?"

"If there were such a medicine, there wouldn't be so many resentful women in the world."

Hong Zhi shrugged and gave him a few words: "In short, practice more when cooking."

A bitter look appeared on Jia Huizi's face: "He practices quite diligently, but still..."

"Then there's no way."

Hong Zhiyou spread his hands.

"Maybe he was born to be the Hulk."

Jia Huizi looked surprised: "The Hulk?"

Hong Zhi did not offer any further explanation.

"I've finished playing the piano, I should go now."

He bent down, hugged Jia Huizi again, and gave her a long, solid French kiss until she was almost out of breath before letting go.

"Whether we can have another chance to meet up next time depends entirely on you, Madam."

He straightened his collar, casually took an orange from the fruit plate on the table, and slowly peeled it, letting the fresh scent of the orange peel spray onto him, masking the lingering ambiguous atmosphere.

Amidst Jia Huizi's disappointed sighs, he quickly left.

Jia Huizi closed her eyes, endlessly savoring everything that had just happened, fearing that it was all just a dream.

She didn't want to take a bath right away, so she went back to bed, propped her legs up high against the headboard, and made an upside-down V-shape.

Perhaps this is her only chance to get pregnant.

Just thinking about Hong Zhi's tall, strong, and handsome appearance, as well as his cleverness beneath his cynical attitude, made Jia Huizi feel excited.

If I plant this, I can't even imagine how outstanding my future children will be.

……

Hong Zhiyou walked to the entrance of the official residence and gave the maids at the door a gentlemanly smile and a nod.

The maid quickly bowed in return.

She twitched her nose slightly, and faintly smelled the fragrance of Mrs. Hong on Mr. Hong.

Mr. Hong and his wife, could it be...?

With a sudden thought, she deliberately carried a bowl of freshly brewed medicine and quickly walked into the inner room.

"Madam, your medicine is ready."

Jia Huizi's voice came from the music room: "Come in."

The maid pushed open the door and saw Jia Huizi sitting gracefully at the piano, playing a piece elegantly: "How is it compared to yesterday?"

The maid bowed quickly: "It sounds wonderful, Madam. Your progress is remarkable."

Jia Huizi stopped playing and sneered, "This doesn't seem to be the time for me to take my medicine."

What do you want to know?
Did I have an affair with Hong Zhi?

She turned her head abruptly, her eyes icy cold: "You need to figure out who's really in charge of this family."

"Don't try to outsmart me or your husband."

"If you're going to be a dog, you have to be prepared to be one."

"Otherwise, you won't see the sun rise tomorrow."

The maid was so frightened that she almost dropped the tray in her hands. Her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Madam, I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong."

"Get out of here," Jia Huizi coldly rebuked.

……

Binjiang Provincial Police Headquarters.

Chen Jingyu strode into Ma Wendong's office.

"Director, something has happened."

He placed a document on the table. "Last night, behind my back, Lao Qiu moved Fu Jun out of the interrogation room overnight."

Ma Wendong's expression changed drastically.

"what?
"How dare he not report such an important matter!"

He immediately picked up the phone and dialed Lao Qiu's office number, but no one answered.

I dialed his home number again, but still no one answered.

Chen Jingyu said from the side, "Director, Lao Qiu has gone mad."

"He was determined to use torture to force a confession and pin a death sentence on Hong Zhiyou for colluding with embezzled funds."

He paused for a moment, then added in a very cautious tone, "Logically speaking, it's not surprising that he wants to make a contribution."

"However, Lao Qiu has been acting somewhat evasively lately, as if he is deliberately hiding something."

Ma Wendong knew perfectly well what Lao Qiu was trying to hide.

That idiot is trying to use the so-called truth about germ warfare as a pledge of allegiance!
But the truth was completely unimportant to Ma Wendong.

He had absolutely no desire to have anything to do with Shiro Ishii and his gang of lunatics.

"This idiot!"

Ma Wendong slammed his fist on the table and began to curse.

He looked at Chen Jingyu and gave the order: "You, go and investigate immediately! Use all available resources to find out where Lao Qiu hid the person!"

"Call me immediately if you have any new information!"

……

In the woodshed behind Hongyun Teahouse in Nangang.

Fu Jun was tied up on a long bench with a rag stuffed in his mouth.

His former bodyguard, now a traitor, Jiang Ping, was grinning maliciously as he poured pepper spray into his mouth and nose, spoonful by spoonful.

The pungent, spicy liquid choked him, and Fu Jun struggled violently, letting out painful groans. Tears, snot, and blood streamed down his face.

Outside the woodshed, Old Qiu leaned against the doorframe, smoking expressionlessly.

Li Hong strode out, her face filled with disgust and fear as she looked at the scene in the woodshed.

"Are you crazy?" she whispered to Lao Qiu.

"We've finally managed to keep the Red Ticket Anti-Traitor Squad away from us for the past few months, and you've even been promoted with a bright future ahead of you. Why did you have to invite trouble upon yourself?"

"You don't know anything!" Old Qiu exhaled a puff of smoke impatiently.

"To truly establish a foothold in Harbin, you must keep climbing higher!"

"What does Ma Wendong value in me? Isn't it just that I'm a mad dog that dares to bite?"

"When a mad dog stops biting, why should he still value me?"

"As for the anti-traitor squad, they're just so-so."

Old Qiu scoffed, "If they were really that powerful, Gao Bin and Hong Zhi would have been dead hundreds of times over!" "How can we be compared to them?" Li Hong said angrily.

"We are traitors! We are traitors!"

"Let me tell you, my teahouse has finally started to do well, so don't cause me any more trouble! Take your people and get out of here right now, you hot potato!" she said coldly, pointing to the door.

"Snapped!"

Old Qiu slapped Li Hong hard across the face, pointing at her nose and cursing loudly:

Shut your stinking mouth!
"You know perfectly well what dirty things you've done over the years, don't think I don't know!"
"Back when I was up in the mountains, I had no say in your affairs!"
"Now that I'm down here, if you dare to misbehave again, don't blame me for my bullets not recognizing anyone!"

As Old Qiu spoke, he suddenly pulled out his gun from his waist and pressed the dark muzzle firmly against Li Hong's forehead.

Li Hong was completely stunned.

She never expected that this man would dare to point a gun at her.

A chilling fear instantly spread throughout my body.

"You surnamed Qiu...you're ruthless!"

“Okay, okay!

"You're capable, you've got guts!"

She covered her face, turned around, and ran into the house crying.

Old Qiu looked at her swaying, pert buttocks and spat on the ground: "You damn slut!"

He put away his gun and went into the woodshed.

Looking at Fu Jun, who was already on the verge of death from torture and whose mouth was constantly churning blood, he took a stack of forged confessions from Jiang Ping, grabbed Fu Jun's limp hand, pressed it heavily on the bright red inkpad, and then imprinted his handprint on every page.

"Section Chief, is this... feasible?" Jiang Ping asked hesitantly.

"Who cares if it works or not!"

Old Qiu finished organizing the materials and blew on the ink pad.
"What Director Ma wants is evidence; he doesn't care how that evidence was obtained."

Jiang Ping leaned closer and whispered, "Then... should we report the matter of germ warfare to Dr. Ishii?"

Old Qiu glared at him fiercely: "Report my ass!"

"Do you think that madman Ishii would believe you?"
"Give this statement to Director Ma. If he wants to investigate, let him do it himself."

"Anyway, our mission is to cause trouble for that little bastard Hong Zhiyou."

"That's called attitude, understand?"
"Whether they investigate or not is none of our business."

Jiang Ping immediately flattered, "Section Chief, you're brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

……

That night, Li Hong went to her lover's house.

Her lover's name was You Tong. He was a foreman at the dock, in his early thirties. He wasn't handsome, but he was all muscle and strong. He was capable and gentle with her.

After a passionate encounter, all the grievances and frights Lao Qiu had suffered were dissipated in the exhilarating pleasure of being drenched in sweat.

Afterwards, You Tong lit a cigarette, looked at the woman in his arms with seductive eyes, and said, "Sister Hong, that guy Lao Qiu even dared to point a gun at your head. This is no small matter."

"He's now the head of the investigation department, and he's very powerful."

"With his methods, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find out about our relationship."

“I even suspect that he may have known all along, but just didn’t say it.”

Yu Tong exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes turning serious: "If this continues, he'll kill us both sooner or later, turning us into a pair of doomed lovers."

"That guy is ruthless; he kills without blinking an eye."

Li Hong felt a chill run down her spine when she thought of Lao Qiu's murderous eyes that day.

That wasn't a quarrel between husband and wife; they were truly intent on killing each other.

She was, after all, a woman, and at this moment she was at a loss. Clinging to You Tong's arm, her voice trembled, "Then... what should we do?"

Yu Tong's eyes darted around, he stubbed out his cigarette, and lowered his voice, saying, "As the old saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Since Old Qiu wants us dead, we can't just sit here and wait to die, can we?"

He leaned close to Li Hong's ear and continued, "I heard that Lao Qiu's arrest this time was aimed at Section Chief Hong of the Police Department."

"Think about it, in the whole of Harbin, who doesn't know that Section Chief Hong has connections everywhere and is well-connected in both the legitimate and underworld circles?"

"If Lao Qiu tries to do something to him, it's like an egg hitting a rock."

"If we can get in touch with Section Chief Hong, what can even ten Old Qius do to us, let alone one Old Qiu?"

Li Hong's heart skipped a beat.

This might actually be a viable approach.

But she hesitated: "I...I don't know Section Chief Hong."

She wasn't completely stupid. The red ticket hadn't been traced back to her yet, and she couldn't possibly tell outsiders about her relationship with Gao Bin.

You Tong laughed and patted her smooth back: "Sis, have you forgotten what I do?"

"I'm a dockworker, and who's in charge here now? Blackie!"
"Hei Ye works for Section Chief Hong."

"I'll risk all my pride and beg Boss Hei to introduce you to Section Chief Hong so you can talk to him in person."

"If you can come up with something that will appeal to Section Chief Hong, this matter might just fall through."

Li Hong's eyes lit up.

Yup!

She was never a chaste and virtuous woman. Why should Lao Qiu sleep with prostitutes every day while she gets a gun pointed at her head for having a few lovers?
If Old Qiu is heartless, then don't blame me for being unjust!

With this in mind, Li Hong made up her mind.

"Okay! Let's do it!"

Yu Tong saw that she had made up her mind and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After a tender and intimate moment, Li Hong, feeling satisfied with her meal, dressed and left their temporary love nest.

As Li Hong's footsteps faded into the distance, the warmth and honesty on You Tong's face vanished instantly.

He stood up, quickly dressed, went to a public phone booth on the street, picked up the receiver, and skillfully dialed a number.

The call was quickly connected.

“Hey, Tiger.” You Tong’s voice became respectful and efficient.

"That woman wants to see Master Hong."

Yes, she took the bait.

"Okay, I understand, don't worry."

……

eight pm.

The office was still brightly lit.

Ma Wendong rubbed his throbbing temples as he finished the last official task at hand.

He held far too many positions. The South Manchuria Railway Company forced various titles on him in order to deal with Hong Zhi, and even made him take over Wei Huanzhang's work.

A jumble of messy things piled up, making it hard for him to breathe.

He had absolutely no interest in these dirty and tiring jobs related to money.

His only thought now is to acquire the gold mine as soon as possible, develop it well to give the South Manchuria Railway Council an explanation, and then hurry back to the headquarters in Xinjing.

If he keeps doing this, he'll definitely work himself to death in Harbin.

Just as he was packing up to leave work, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Old Qiu pushed open the door and entered, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement and pride.

"Director, they've all confessed!"

He strode to his desk and slammed a stack of documents down on it.

"That kid Fu Jun, no matter how tough he is, he can't hold out!"

"He admitted it all! He admitted that Hong Zhiyou was the red ticket! He admitted that it was Hong Zhiyou who gave him and Political Commissar Zhou the intelligence, which allowed the main force of the Anti-Japanese Allied Army on the mountain to escape a disaster!"
He also admitted that the so-called infected people on the mountain were actually bandits in disguise!
"Director, this means that Dr. Shiro Ishii's bacteriological warfare was a joke from beginning to end!"

"This was a complete failure!"

Ma Wendong picked up the statement and flipped through it page by page.

Every word he saw shocked him.

He never expected that Lao Qiu, that idiot, would actually dare to escalate things to this point!

This is no longer just about taking down Hong Zhiyou; it's like stabbing Ishii Shiro and the entire Army Ministry in the hornet's nest with a knife!
He suppressed his anger, maintaining a gentle smile, and asked, "How many people know about this?"

Old Qiu answered without hesitation: "Not many! Just me and my subordinate Jiang Ping!"
"He used to be Fu Jun's bodyguard and was a key member of this interrogation team. He's absolutely reliable!"

Ma Wendong nodded, closed the file, and gently placed it aside.
"very good.

"You've worked hard; you've done a good job."

"You go back first. I need to think of a good plan tonight."

Old Qiu panicked when he heard this.

"Director, what else is there to think about?"

"The evidence is conclusive, with witnesses and physical evidence; just arrest them directly!"

"What if Hong Zhiyou runs away again if we drag this out any longer?"

The smile on Ma Wendong's face vanished instantly, and his eyes turned icy.

He slowly raised his head, stared at Lao Qiu, and asked, word by word, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Old Qiu felt a chill run down his spine from the look in his eyes.

He then realized he had lost his composure and quickly lowered his head and bowed.

"No... I wouldn't dare! Director, that's not what I meant."

"Subordinates resign!"

Old Qiu dared not say another word, and backed out of the office. Only after closing the door did he dare to breathe heavily.

Ma Wendong picked up the materials and began to read them again.

After a moment's thought, he quickly locked the materials in the cabinet.

For him, having a child is the most important thing right now.

After adjusting his mindset, Ma Wendong quickly took out a small box from another drawer, poured out a few pills, and swallowed them all with his tea.

Last night, Jia Huizi thought he was asleep, so she secretly went to the side room.

Ma Wendong peeked through the crack in the door, his heart sinking, yet he felt utterly helpless.

Who told me to be so fast, but I'm not capable?

Sigh, I hope that taking the medicine tonight will give me some good feedback.

……

(End of this chapter)