Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 503 It's all an act
Faced with Gu Qiuyan's panic, Hong Zhiyou remained remarkably calm, holding his wine glass and swirling it leisurely: "What are you afraid of? Don't rush, take your time."

He smiled slightly and then explained, "Even if the surveillance vehicle finds a signal, their technology cannot immediately pinpoint the exact location; at most, they can only pinpoint the area."

"And let alone the police, they might not dare to break into this area."

"Even if they really have the guts to break in and get caught on the spot, you don't need to be afraid."

Gu Qiuyan sat back down, still somewhat doubtful, picked up her earphones, and asked nervously, "Why?"

Hong Zhiyou said slowly, "I will say later that this is a business telegram sent to Director Ding Mocun of No. 76."

Gu Qiuyan was very curious: "Ding Mocun? Will that traitorous dog admit it?"

“He will recognize it,” Hong Zhi said confidently. “I met him before I came to Northeast China, and we made an agreement.”

"So, feel free to send it without worry."

Gu Qiuyan nodded, put her headphones back on, and quickly tapped the keypad with her fingers.

After sending it once, she frowned: "No response. Can I send it again?"

Hong Zhi raised his hand, indicating that she could do as she pleased: "Of course."

Gu Qiuyan took a deep breath and began tapping the key again.

……

Police Department Communications Group.

Inside the room, various sophisticated instruments gleamed with a ghostly green light.

Suddenly, a young communications officer shouted, "Squad leader! That signal has reappeared, in the Hongxing Street area of ​​Daoli District!"

Squad Leader Xia frowned: "Red Star Street?"

That was the location of the municipal government, and the two areas in front and behind it were the residences of high-ranking officials of Manchukuo and Japan.

Radio signals have been present in that area for quite some time now.

When Jin Xiaoyu was still around, he even reported it to the military police, but after investigating, they found nothing and only caused him a lot of trouble.

If this investigation actually leads to the involvement of some important figure, it could be a huge problem.

Thinking of this, Squad Leader Xia waved his hand: "Understood, record it, and report it to the village team leader first thing tomorrow morning."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment: "Squad leader, aren't we going to investigate now? We might catch a big fish."

Squad Leader Xia glared at him irritably: "Investigate? How do you plan to investigate?"
"The people living over there are all rich and powerful; our people can't even get into the neighborhood."

"Let the surveillance vehicle leave; don't waste resources by standing there."

"Yes, squad leader!" The subordinate immediately accepted the order.

……

inside the room.

After Gu Qiuyan sent the second telegram, she could see the surveillance car slowly turn around and drive away from the block through the tiny gap in the curtains.

She breathed a long sigh of relief and began packing her things.

Hong Zhiyou came over and naturally helped her pack the equipment into the box.

"You are truly capable, just like Zhuge Liang, a brilliant strategist." Gu Qiuyan sincerely praised, "Zhiyou, I had some misunderstandings about you in the past, I hope you don't mind."

"Now that I think about it, you've saved me several times."

"Thank you."

Hong Zhi poured her a glass of red wine and handed it to her, saying, "No need for thanks, I'm just helping Lao Zhou."

"If you were to break, it would be a huge loss for my fur trade."

"Well, getting furs from the Anti-Japanese United Army is quite cost-effective. It's cheaper than buying from the mountain people, and you can get a larger quantity."

Gu Qiuyan took the wine glass, sipped it, and found the wine to be mellow and excellent in taste: "This wine is really good, it must be at least twenty years old, right?"

"As expected of a young lady from a wealthy family, she has excellent taste. This is a French product, imported from Shanghai," Hong Zhi said.

At this point, he suddenly changed the subject: "You are a very smart and knowledgeable person, but you also like to act on your own and always think you are very capable."

Gu Qiuyan's smile froze, and her expression changed slightly: "What do you mean?"

Hong Zhi pointed to his temple, his eyes sharpening: "Believe me, Lao Zhou sees things much further ahead than you do."

“You’ve already killed Zhang Pingjun. You should learn your lesson. If you want your family to be safe in the future, I advise you to listen to advice and not let other people’s lives pay the price for your selfishness.”

"Zhang Pingru is very important, but Zhang Pingjun and his girlfriend's lives are equally important."

"What you need to do is actually very simple: don't be naughty, don't be willful."

"Send your telegrams well, eat well, dress well, sleep well, take good care of the children, and if possible, also take good care of Lao Zhou."

"This is all you need to do in Harbin."

Hong Zhi didn't know how much she would take in, but since he had some free time today, he decided to give her a few more pointers.

Gu Qiuyan's eyes instantly reddened, and she sighed softly, "Are you blaming me?"

“No.” Hong Zhiyou shook his head, but his tone became cold and firm. “I’m ordering you!”
"I don't like dealing with idiots."

"If someone falls into the same ditch twice, I will not only not lend a hand, but I might even kick them twice more."

"Old Zhou can tolerate you, but I can't."

"Anyone who gets in my way of making money, I will take their life, even if they are just a woman."

Gu Qiuyan stared blankly at this mature-beyond-her-years young man. His eyes held a chilling majesty, and his undisguised murderous intent made her dare not harbor the slightest doubt.

The deaths of Zhang Pingjun and his girlfriend are a pain that will forever remain in her heart.

She didn't dare to meet Hong Zhi's gaze, lowered her head and nodded slightly: "I understand."

As she spoke, she stood up, intending to leave.

Hong Zhiyou said, "Let's wait a little longer. With my abilities and stamina, it's impossible for me to finish in half an hour."

"Furthermore, if you leave right after the surveillance vehicle leaves, it's easy to arouse suspicion."

"You can rest on the sofa for a while."

Gu Qiuyan blushed and nodded.

Hong Zhi ignored her and went straight into the bedroom.

……

Japanese-style official residence.

Ma Wendong stopped the car outside the courtyard, took several deep breaths to compose himself, and then got out of the car.

Just now, he received the latest battle report from the Nomonhan front.

Zhukov mobilized a massive force of armored vehicles to once again recapture the east bank of the Khalkhin Gol River, which had been occupied by the Kwantung Army. The Soviets even deployed new types of fighter jets.

Today alone, the Imperial Army lost seven warplanes.

The situation at the front is already very bad.

Ma Wendong knew very well that Ueda Kenkichi's order for the Kwantung Army to advance north this time was largely due to the lobbying of him and his father-in-law, Ōmura Takuichi, and other radicals.

If this war is completely lost, I will most likely be made a scapegoat and implicated.

Of course, the situation is not yet at its worst. Shiro Ishii has secretly sent people to the Khalkhin Gol River, and perhaps that magical bacteriological weapon can bring a devastating blow to the Soviets.

In any case, we must hurry and take advantage of Ishii Shiro's rising popularity to eliminate Hong Zhiyou, this major threat.

As for that slut Jia Huizi...

At this moment, Ma Wendong wished he could devour his flesh and drink his blood.

No, we must stabilize the situation.

Now is not the time to deal with her turning against me. If the Kwantung Army turns the tide of the war, my future will still depend on the Ōmura family.

Calm down, must be calm.

Ma Wendong pushed open the door and went inside.

As always, Jia Huizi greeted him gently, took his briefcase, and helped him take off his coat, which was damp with night dew.

"Ichiro, I'll go prepare your bathwater. Please have your meal first." Jia Huizi was as virtuous and gentle as ever.

"Thank you."

Ma Wendong's voice sounded tired, but he still maintained his usual polite and refined manner.

Soon, Jia Huizi came back from the bathroom, poured him a glass of wine, and looked at him with a smile.

Ma Wendong picked up his wine glass and gazed at his wife: "You look great lately, your cheeks are much rosier, and your eyes are especially captivating, just like when I first met you in Tokyo."

Jia Huizi touched her cheek and said shyly, "I've been taking a lot of supplements lately in preparation for pregnancy, so my complexion has naturally improved."

"But you've gotten thinner."

Ma Wendong smiled slightly and asked casually, "By the way, I came back this afternoon to pick up some documents, but I didn't see you. Where did you go?"

Jia Huizi answered frankly, "I went to learn the piano."

Ma Wendong felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, the pain making it hard to breathe, yet his smile remained gentle: "Oh? Who taught you that?"

“It’s Chief Hong from the police department. He came to my house to teach me last time. I happened to have nothing to do this afternoon, so I went to see him,” Jia Huizi said.

Ma Wendong felt his blood almost freeze, but he forced a smile and asked, "How's it going with your studies?"

"It's alright, much better than before." Jia Huizi smiled sweetly. "How about I play you a tune?"

Ma Wendong nodded: "Okay."

Jia Huizi sat gracefully at the piano, her slender fingers dancing across the keys, playing a flowing melody.

Ma Wendong sat behind her, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Especially when he saw her graceful back, her slender waist and the coveted shapely buttocks pressed against the stool, and thought about how Hong Zhi had enjoyed such a beauty just a few hours ago... Ma Wendong clutched his chest, a look of pain on his face.

His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

calm.

calm.

When the song ended, Ma Wendong took a deep breath and clapped vigorously, praising, "Madam, you have indeed improved a lot."

"It's all thanks to Hong Sang. If you like it, I can learn a few more songs from him." Jia Huizi was also deliberately testing him.

Ma Wendong laughed and said, "I'm glad you like it. Anyway, I like anything that my wife plays."

Afterwards, the two chatted casually for a while, just like before.

After finishing their meal and taking a shower, Ma Wendong and Ma Wendong spent some more time together in bed.

late at night.

Jia Huizi lay on the bed, both of them back to back, eyes open, staring at the endless darkness outside the window. The room was deathly silent, yet both their hearts were as cold as ice, their minds filled with countless thoughts.

Jia Huizi was somewhat disappointed; Ma Wendong had indeed started acting.

No matter how gentle he pretended to be, the two could never go back to the way things were.

She quietly got up, went to her side bedroom, took out the Water Margin again, and started reading Wu Dalang's Pancake Love Story once more.

……

The next day.

Ma Wendong and Jia Huizi chatted casually and enjoyed a delicious breakfast that seemed incredibly harmonious.

"Madam, I'm going to work."

He took the briefcase from Jia Huizi with a perfectly timed smile on his face.

"Ichiro, take care and be careful."

Jia Huizi bowed respectfully, her demeanor as gentle and graceful as ever.

Ma Wendong drove away.

As soon as the car turned the corner, he slammed on the brakes, rolled down the window, and leaned out.

Wow!
He vomited up everything he ate that morning, which was mixed with bile.

The violent retching turned his face a deep liver color. He leaned against the car window, his body convulsing violently from extreme nausea and anger.

After a long while, he straightened up, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and his eyes were filled with only icy killing intent.

Bitch!

You'd better pray that the Kwantung Army wins the battle!

otherwise……

Ma Wendong wiped his mouth, his eyes sharpened, and he drove to his office.

Adjutant Ogasawara knocked on the door and came in.

"Director, Lu Ming has arrived."

"Let him in." Ma Wendong's voice was devoid of any emotion.

Soon, Lu Ming walked in, bowing and scraping, with a fawning smile on his face.

Good morning, Director.

Ma Wendong waved his hand.

Understood, Lieutenant Ogasawara quietly closed the door and left.

"How's the situation?" Ma Wendong leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Lu Ming licked his dry lips, looking troubled, as if he didn't know how to start the conversation.

“Tell me the truth.” Ma Wendong’s tone became more forceful.

Lu Ming then took out a small notebook from his pocket, opened it and read: "Yesterday afternoon at 2:10, Hong Zhiyou and your wife... went into a small house in Nangang."

"At 5:07 p.m., the two left one after the other."

"Your wife left later."

“I had someone go in and check it out. The house was luxuriously decorated and there were no outsiders guarding it.”

"Oh, here's the address."

As Lu Ming spoke, he tore off a page and handed it over.

Ma Wendong took the document and placed it on the table, staring coldly at Lu Ming: "You mean they're having an affair?"

"No, no, no, Director, I didn't mean that!" Lu Ming waved his hands repeatedly in fright, almost dropping his notebook.

Hong Zhiyou was known as a friend of women in Harbin and had a good reputation.

"Maybe they're together... just talking about art and music, or playing two-player poker or mahjong, those are all possibilities."

"We can't think of Madam like that, right?"

Ma Wendong resumed his indifferent demeanor:
"You did a good job."

"Keep an eye on them."

"Is there any other news from Hong Zhi's side?"

Lu Ming quickly said, "Yesterday I sat in Hong Zhiyou's office for a while. He had a lot of complaints about you, and... and he seemed to have tacitly approved of the bombing of Zhang Ling."

"Oh, right, he also answered a phone call during that time, and then he went out."

"The person who came to pick him up was from the dock. I know that man; his name is Ma Shun'er. He specializes in settling disputes for people and has a group of ruthless men under his command who are willing to shed blood."

Lu Ming took a step closer, lowered his voice, and his face was full of "loyal" eagerness:

"Director, if I may be so blunt, Hong Zhiyou is a ruthless man. You should be careful of his underhanded tricks."

Ma Wendong nodded with satisfaction at his anxious expression.

"Thank you for your advice."

"Keep an eye on Hong Ji-yoo, and I will do as you wish in the future."

Lu Ming left, tears streaming down his face.

Back at the police station, Lu Ming took a trivial document and went straight to Hong Zhiyou's office.

He skillfully closed the door.

As he approached Hong Zhiyou's desk, he lowered his voice, a hint of excited boasting on his face.

"I have already leaked the information to Ma Wendong."

"He trusts me more and more now."

Hong Zhi leaned back in his chair and slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "Old Lu, you've worked hard."

“I will send someone to cooperate with your intelligence to track Ma Wendong, loiter around his residence, and put some pressure on him.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Ming's expression changed.

"Brother, you're not really going to send someone to kill him, are you?"

"This is a matter that could cost you your head!"

Hong Zhi smiled and asked in return, "Do you think I'm that stupid?"

Lu Ming chuckled dryly and quickly waved his hand.

"of course not.

"If you're stupid, then there are no smart people in the world."

Hong Zhi poured him a glass of wine and pushed it towards him: "I've received news that Director Bai will be retiring at the end of the year."

"Brother, you should do your best to make a good contribution. Even if you don't become the head of the Special Affairs Section, you can still become the captain of the action team."

Lu Ming picked up his wine glass, his face beaming with a smile: "Thanks to you, I understand. I can only pick up the scraps that Captain Zhou is doing."

He changed the subject and tentatively said, "Brother, I heard... the position of head of the investigation section of the Security Bureau is still vacant."

"You know, in terms of merit, I'm no less than Lao Qiu over the years. I wonder if I could help you out?"

Hong Zhiyou looked at him with feigned surprise.

"You should have told me sooner."

"Don't you know? The document that Ma Wendong just approved this morning was given by the head of the investigation department to one of the nephews of Xu Yuanshan, the deputy director of the police department."

"I was previously an assistant at the Police Headquarters, and I was directly demoted to the head of the Investigation Division."

Lu Ming's smile froze instantly: "Is...is that so?"

"Would I lie to you?" Hong Zhiyou shrugged.

Lu Ming's facial muscles twitched a few times. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed with resentment.

"Ma Wendong appointed people through nepotism... He deserves to die!"

Hong Zhiyou sneered inwardly.

Ma Wendong's appointment came at the right time, just in time to put Lu Ming at ease, so that he could wholeheartedly serve him.

a few days later.

late at night.

The director's office was brightly lit.

Adjutant Ogasawara led a burly officer in special operations uniform quickly to Ma Wendong's desk.

The newcomer was none other than Captain Yamamoto of the Yamamoto Special Forces.

"How is it going?" Ma Wendong looked up from the documents and asked impatiently.

Yamamoto stood at attention and replied in a deep voice, "Reporting to the director, we have captured several members of the Anti-Japanese Alliance, including a squad leader."

"They are willing to testify that the Anti-Japanese United Army was not affected by the last bacteriological drug; the dead were all bandits."

“One of the soldiers was involved in handling the medicine. He revealed that someone had passed a message to a political commissar of the Anti-Japanese United Army in the mountains, surnamed Zhou.”

Ma Wendong suddenly stood up, his face filled with barely suppressed elation.

"Yamamoto-kun, you've worked hard!"

"Load these people onto the truck immediately. I need to visit Dr. Shiro Ishii tonight!"

"Hai!" Yamamoto bowed deeply, accepted the order, and left.

Pingfang District, Dongxiang Water Supply and Epidemic Prevention Troops Barracks.

Shiro Ishii, dressed in a white lab coat, had just walked out of the laboratory, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood.

From the depths of the corridor, a few chilling screams occasionally rang out, which only gave Shiro Ishii a morbid sense of excitement.

He adjusted his glasses, a sense of accomplishment on his face like that of a creator, and asked as he walked, "Did Director Ma say anything?"

The soldier standing beside him replied respectfully, "He brought several people with him, saying he has some very important news to report to you."

Shiro Ishii paused, slightly taken aback.

"Major news?"

He pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "Hopefully it's good news."

"Ever since that guy Zhukov took command, there has been no good news for our Kwantung Army."

……

(End of this chapter)