Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 509 Avenging Ma Wendong
Ma Wendong's body suddenly swayed.

He instinctively held his forehead, feeling as if a ball of burning embers had been stuffed into his chest, the scalding pain rapidly draining all his strength.

His vision began to blur, and Jia Huizi's smile split into countless double images before his eyes.

He stretched out his trembling hand and pointed at her.

"Madam, you...you poisoned the wine."

Jia Huizi's face remained expressionless, and she murmured softly:
It's potassium cyanide.

“A tiny bit can be fatal, but I consulted a specialist who controlled the dosage very well, so it won’t kill you immediately.”

"As husband and wife, there are some things that need to be made clear."

Ma Wendong's eyes bulged out, almost as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"You...you vicious woman!"

His body went limp, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing heavily into the chair.

The deadly poison was raging through his body, and his internal organs were as if they had been thrown into a furnace, slowly rotting and melting away.

He opened his mouth and, with his last ounce of strength, let out a hoarse roar:
"Someone come!
"Somebody come!"

Upon hearing the commotion, Osaka Shichiro, a guard at the official residence, strode in and bowed, saying, "Sir, please give me your instructions."

As if grasping at a last straw, Ma Wendong shouted frantically, "Quick! Take me to the hospital! I've been poisoned, hurry, hurry!"

Osaka Shichiro did not accept the order with the same respect as usual.

He simply turned aside in silence and stood behind Jia Huizi.

This seemingly insignificant action was nothing short of opening the gates of hell for Ma Wendong.

He stared at Osaka Shichiro in disbelief:
"Seventh Brother... could it be... you too..."

"Don't forget! Back then, you were a stray dog ​​on the streets of Tokyo, and it was me! I saved you, I gave you everything you have today! How dare you betray me!"

Osaka Shichiro remained silent, only bowing deeply to him.

Jia Huizi chuckled softly, a smile carrying a morbid, vengeful satisfaction:

"Ichiro, you gave him a future, but do you know what I gave him?"
“I gave him my body.”

What do you think he will choose?

Ma Wendong was struck dumb, and his last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.

He looked at Jia Huizi in despair; his former authority and power had vanished in the face of death, leaving only painful sobs and humble tears.
"Madam, please, for the sake of our past relationship, take...take me to the hospital."

"Please... I really don't want to die."

"mutual affection?"

Jia Huizi repeated the two words, her tone full of sarcasm.

She turned and walked to the suitcase, opened it, and reached into the lining of a trench coat with practiced precision.

Soon, a small roll of film was pulled out from her fingertips.

Jia Huizi held up the film roll and walked up to Ma Wendong, sneering, "Ichiro, don't tell me you don't know anything."

"If I really get on the train to Xinjing, I'm afraid this thing will become ironclad evidence that my father and I leaked secrets, colluded with the Soviet Union, and betrayed the empire in the blink of an eye."

"Ichiro, you were the one who tried to harm me and destroy my family first."

"I have no choice."

She paused, her expression becoming complex, a mixture of pain and relief.

"To be honest, I feel really bad."

“Hong Zhiyou told me that if you suddenly become nice to me or ask me to leave Harbin, it means you are about to do something to me.”

“Until last night, when I slept with him, I still felt that he was trying to sow discord between us, either to get me completely or to hurt you.”

"I even made a wish over this poisoned bottle of wine, hoping that I would never have to use it."

"But I never expected... that you really wanted to harm me."

Her voice suddenly turned cold, each word like ice.

"Have you forgotten how lowly your status is?"
“Your father and I have never looked down on you. We have supported you step by step, enabling you to have everything you have today.”

"And this is your way of repaying us, father and daughter?"

Ma Wendong's eyes were bloodshot, and white foam mixed with dark red blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.

His whole body was convulsing violently, and a hoarse sound came from his throat, each word sounding as if he were squeezing out all his strength.

"I...I was wrong...Madam...save me..."

Jia Huizi remained unmoved, her eyes cold.

"Ichiro, you really don't understand women."

"From the moment you put this roll of film inside my clothes, it became a matter of life and death between us."

"What pains me is that even if I betrayed you and am a shameless harlot, we have been husband and wife for so many years. You don't have to be so cruel as to push me and my father to our deaths."

"I always thought we could at least part ways amicably."

She sighed softly, as if mourning a past that had completely died.

"Hey, Ichiro, you forced me to do this."

As she spoke, she leaned down, staring coldly into Ma Wendong's gradually unfocused pupils:
"You're about to die, so there's no need for me to keep some things from you anymore."

"Actually, you are no match for Hong Zhiyou at all."

"Compared to him, you're not even a man. You're really useless."

"Let me put it this way, after I dispose of your body later, I'll go sleep with him again tonight. Of course, it might also be with Qilang."

"I can finally enjoy a perfect night with them, without having to rush around like a thief."

"puff!"

Ma Wendong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto Jia Huizi's white skirt.

"You vile woman! You wicked woman! You'll die a horrible death! You'll get your retribution!"

Jia Huizi smiled gently.

She leaned forward and gently hugged him, as if comforting a frightened child, kissing his forehead and tenderly stroking his sweaty hair.

"Ichiro, don't be afraid, set off on your journey in peace."

"I swear, I will miss you."

"You vile woman...you...you will die a horrible death..."

Ma Wendong buried himself in her arms, uttering unintelligible sobs that sounded like crying at times and laughing at others.

Suddenly, he let out an extremely shrill scream, his body stiffened abruptly, and he fell silent completely.

Jia Huizi held his cold body quietly for a moment, then gently let go.

She stood up, her tone calm and devoid of any emotion.

"Seventh Brother, immediately take the body away and burn it."

"Then, a letter was sent to the Kwantung Army Headquarters and the General Staff Headquarters, saying that Ichiro had suddenly fallen ill and unfortunately passed away."

She poured the unfinished bottle of poisoned wine into the sink, rinsed the two glasses clean, and put them back in their place as if nothing had happened.

Shichiro Osaka bowed his head respectfully.

"Yes, Madam, I will arrange it immediately."

Just as Osaka Shichiro dragged Ma Wendong's body toward the door...

Outside the door, a small, thin figure, like a frightened rabbit, hurriedly ran away crying.

She is the maid in the house, Xiangzi.

……

Police Department.

The sunlight in the backyard was lazy, carrying a hint of early autumn coolness.

Hong Zhiyou and Zhou Yi strolled along, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

Zhou Yi sniffed. "Sigh, as soon as autumn arrives and the seasons change, this runny nose is like the longing for loved ones, it just won't stop."

He looked up at the sky, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. I miss home, I miss my deceased parents, and I miss my wife and children."

"You're so lucky. Section Chief Gao and his wife treat you like their own child, and you even have a beautiful woman by your side."

Hong Zhi smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Who in the world doesn't miss their family? I do too."

He also missed his teacher's wife, who was far away in Tianjin, as well as Rui Rui and Wan Qiu.

He continued, "Your rhinitis needs treatment. Isn't Manager Qiu from Jinhai good at treating this kind of ailment? I'll have him bring you a prescription when I have the chance to go there sometime."

Zhou Yi glanced at him with some surprise:
"You're really resourceful. You even knew about Lao Qiu, who was hiding so well."

Sometimes I really wonder if you're one of us.

Hong Zhi laughed and said, "It doesn't matter which side I'm on. Anyway, I'm a proud Chinese, not a Manchukuo citizen, and certainly not a Japanese. That's all that matters."

Zhou Yi nodded and said softly, "Sometimes we're quite similar; we both have a bit of a Comintern fighter vibe."

He changed the subject, a hint of relief appearing on his face.

“Your trick worked quite well,” said the courier in charge of taking care of Qiu Yan. “After seeing the wanted poster, Zhang Pingru gave up the idea of ​​visiting Qiu Yan in the hospital.”

Qiu Yan even cried because of this.

Hong Zhi curled his lip and said, "What a stupid woman."

Zhou Yi looked at him and smiled: "Not everyone is a hero like Comrade Zhao Yiman. Unfortunately, I was still in Fengtian at that time and had no chance to rescue her."

Upon hearing this, Hong Zhiyou's gaze became more profound: "Indeed, the white mountains and black waters, red spears and white horses... to see who the great figures are, look to the present."

As the two were reminiscing, Liu Kui strode over: "Section Chief Hong, there's a Japanese woman outside who wants to see you."

Japanese?
Hong Zhiyou and Zhou Yi exchanged a glance and walked into the office.

The visitor was Xiangzi, a maid at Ma Wendong's official residence.

As soon as she saw Hong Zhiyou, she anxiously asked, "Mr. Hong, is it convenient to talk here?"

Hong Zhi gestured for her to sit down, his expression calm.

"of course."

Xiangzi gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her voice trembling: "I...I saw Madam and the head guard kill Director Ma."

This news did not cause much of a stir on Hong Zhiyou's face; everything was as expected.

He simply asked, "Are you sure Ma Wendong is dead?"

Xiangzi nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with fear.

"I'm sure! I saw Osaka Shichiro take his body away with my own eyes!"

Hong Zhi smiled and said, "What does this have to do with me?"
"You know, I've been wishing Ma Wendong dead for a long time."

Xiangzi panicked and quickly said, "Section Chief Hong, Director Ma gave me some instructions before he died."

He said that if he died, you would definitely avenge him.

Hong Zhi asked with great interest, "Oh, tell me about it."

Xiangzi clasped her hands together, tugged at the hem of her clothes, raised her head, and mustered her courage to say:

"When he was alive, he said that if he died, he would also bring you great trouble."

"He also knows that you met with Naoto Kohiyama in Tokyo and spent a lot of money lobbying the Army Ministry."

"Your goal is obvious: to help Naoto Kojima take control of the South Manchuria Railway, drive out Takuichi Omura's forces, and reclaim the gold mine that belongs to you."

Xiangzi's voice was very soft, as if she were reciting a dying wish that she already knew by heart.

"The gentleman said he was dead, and that Omura Taku would definitely send someone to take control of Harbin, this important place."

Even if Kojiyama Naoto became the chairman, Harbin was still a member of the Omura faction.

"Someone as greedy as you would never tolerate such a thing happening."

"So you will definitely do everything in your power to get rid of Takuichi Omura. "The best way is to take advantage of what's already there and frame Mrs. Kaeko and Takuichi Omura for treason, colluding with the Soviet Union, and selling out Ishii's intelligence and the secrets of the Kwantung Army."

"Moreover, with Mr. Ma dead, and with the evidence, Mrs. Jiahuizi will have an additional charge of murder to cover up her crime."

"In this way, the Takuichi Ōmura family has no way to refute it."

She looked up at Hong Zhiyou, her eyes filled with tears, and continued:
He said he would pave the way for you with his own death, only asking that you avenge him.

Hong Zhi sighed inwardly.

The one who understands you best is always your enemy.

Ma Wendong is really something else; he even knows exactly what will happen after he dies.

There are no absolute or eternal friends when it comes to interests.

He had already deeply realized this when he dealt with Jianfeng and MacArthur in his previous life.

He never expected that he would be the one to eliminate Ma Wendong.

In the end, it was he himself who collected Ma Wendong's body and sought revenge.

It just goes to show how unpredictable life can be.

As for Jia Huizi, she has never been one to be trifled with.

Hong Zhiyou never believed that a shrewd woman from a powerful Japanese family who was capable of poisoning her own husband and who had planned to become a Pan Jinlian from the very beginning would treat him with sincerity.

He felt that his relationship with her was based solely on desire and self-interest, and was even far less intimate than that with Mrs. Keiko of Tsukai.

The key point is that Jia Huizi is not as good at sex as Huizi, and she is not as comfortable to serve.

Faced with absolute benefits, Hong Zhi had no reason to let go of the opportunity that Ma Wendong had risked his life for.

Hong Zhi smiled and leaned back in his chair.

“Ma Wendong wants me to avenge him, so there has to be some reward.”

"You know, I have a very deep affection for your wife."

“Ma Wendong’s idea is good, but I have other alternatives, even if they are more troublesome.”

"If I can keep a close female friend, it's still worth it."

Xiangzi immediately said, "Yes, yes, Mr. Ma said this is for you."

As she spoke, she pulled a brass key from her pocket.

Hong Zhi raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Xiangzi said, "Mr. Ma has a house in Daowai, where he has stored some of his private collections and valuables."

"He said that if Section Chief Hong agrees to avenge him, all those things will belong to you."

As she spoke, she held the keys in both hands and handed them over.

Hong Zhi pondered for a moment, then reached out and took the key, which was still warm from his body.

"Okay, I promise you."

They really are sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams.

Jia Huizi never dreamed that Ma Wendong, with whom she had been loving and devoted for a lifetime, would have a secret stash of money, let alone such a hidden scheme.

When Xiangzi saw him accept the key, she visibly breathed a sigh of relief and then took out a small metal cylinder from another pocket.

She unscrewed the cap and poured out a roll of film.

"This is the same version as the evidence of treason in Mrs. Jia Huizi's box."

"Even if the lady destroys that roll of film, you can still use this backup to continue convicting her."

"These are all top-secret documents, enough to deliver a fatal blow to the Ōmura Takuichi family."

Hong Zhi took the roll of microfilm, looked at it against the light, and laughed: "Director Ma is indeed meticulous in his work; he's no ordinary person."

A bleak smile appeared on Xiangzi's face.

"If Mr. Ma knew you spoke of him like this, he would probably be happy even in the afterlife."

"Actually, the person he hates the most is you, and the person he respects and fears the most is also you."

He often said, "It's a pity that you two can never be friends because of your interests, otherwise you would definitely have accomplished something great."

Hong Zhi played with the film and keys in his hand, and said calmly, "Thank you."

Xiangzi suddenly asked urgently, "Mr. Hong, can you get the man's body back?"
"Once it's burned, there will be no evidence of poisoning. Given Madam's temperament, she'll probably just scatter the ashes."

"I hope you can give him some dignity. After I have avenged him, I will take him back to Japan and bury him there."

Hong Zhi glanced at her and felt a slight liking for her:

"Your servant is quite loyal."

Xiangzi hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "I...I might be pregnant with Mr. Ma's child."

Hong Zhi sighed softly.

Sure enough, Jia Huizi had a wild time when she was young. Old Ma is fast, but he can still manage to plant it.

However, this couple's story is indeed quite dramatic.

He stood up and walked to the window. "Don't worry, Ma Wendong's body should be on the autopsy table at the military police station right now."

Xiangzi's almond-shaped eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

"you you……"

Hong Zhiyou turned around, a smile on his face as always.

"For the time being, to ensure your safety, you will stay at the police station temporarily."

"We'll handle Ma Wendong's funeral arrangements after this is all over."

Xiangzi was both surprised and delighted, and quickly bowed.

"Thank you, Mr. Hong. Thank you, Mr. Hong."

……

Ma Wendong's official residence.

Osaka Shichiro rushed in, looking flustered.

"Ma'am, something happened."

Jia Huizi, who was holding a glass of red wine, paused and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Osaka Shichiro, panting heavily, said, "I had just transported Ma Wendong's body to the funeral home and was about to cremate it when the military police arrived and took the body away."

With a crash, the wine glass slipped from Jia Huizi's hand and shattered on the ground.

Her expression changed drastically. "Useless! How can you not even handle something this simple!"

Osaka Shichiro looked completely innocent: "I don't know either, how did the military police get here so quickly?"

Jia Huizi frowned and paced back and forth in the room.

"They can easily find out that Ichiro was poisoned, and that will be a big problem."

As she spoke, she took out the roll of microfilm and threw it directly into the brazier where documents were burning.

When the film is exposed to fire, it quickly curls up and turns into a wisp of black smoke.

"It's too late, let's go!" Jia Huizi made a quick decision.

Before the two could even pack up, several military trucks blocked the passageway outside the courtyard from both sides as they arrived at the gate of the official residence.

The car door opened, and Captain Murakami of the military police stepped out, bowed to Jia Huizi, but his face remained expressionless.

"Madam, would you please come with us to the military police station?"

Jia Huizi's face darkened. "Captain Murakami, what do you mean?"

Murakami did not answer, but simply raised his hand expressionlessly, making a "please" gesture.

Two military police officers immediately stepped forward, grabbed Jia Huizi's arms on either side, and pushed her into the car without saying a word.

……

Security Bureau interrogation room.

Chen Jingyu walked in, took off his trench coat and handed it to his subordinate, then lit a cigarette.

He flashed his identification at Jia Huizi, who was tied to the chair, with a professional smile on his face.

"Ms. Yoshiko Omura, let me introduce myself. I am Chen Jingyu, Director of the Secretariat of the Security Bureau."

"From now on, I will have full authority to handle the case concerning the death of Director Ma Wendong."

Jia Huizi looked at him coldly, "I know who you are. You have a very good relationship with Hong Zhi."

"I want to see Section Chief Hong."

Chen Jingyu smiled, smoke escaping from his lips: "Madam, this is the Security Bureau, not the Police Department. Even if Section Chief Hong wanted to help you, he couldn't."

He slammed a document on the table in front of Jia Huizi.

"This is Ma Wendong's autopsy report, as well as eyewitness testimonies."

"Oh, by the way, your lover's bodyguard, Osaka Shichiro, has also confessed everything."

"You put potassium cyanide in the drink."

“We have sufficient evidence to prove that you poisoned your husband, Director Ma Wendong.”

When Jia Huizi heard what he said, she knew that she couldn't avoid this matter.

She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.

"I want to see Hong Zhiyou, I want to see my father, Ōmura Takuichi!"

Chen Jingyu shook his head, a hint of pity on his face:

"I'm sorry, but I can tell you very clearly that your father, Mr. Takuichi Ōmura, is currently under investigation by the General Staff of the Kwantung Army."

"The charges are: treason, collusion with the Soviet Union, and leaking important intelligence about the Kwantung Army."

He leaned closer, his voice very low:

"Unfortunately, we found some top-secret documents about the Epidemic Prevention Water Supply Department and the Kwantung Army in your suitcase."

“We have reason to suspect that you and your father have been secretly communicating with the Soviet Union.”

"You deliberately promote the theory of Soviet weakness and the Northward Expansion Plan."

"This led to the Kwantung Army, which was not fully prepared, being instigated to the front lines and ambushed by the Soviets who had planned and prepared in advance, resulting in countless casualties among our soldiers."

Jia Huizi stared in disbelief, trembling all over: "You...you've framed me!"

Chen Jingyu straightened up and flicked his cigarette ash.

"This is not a frame-up, this is the reality."

"Ma Wendong discovered that you and your father had secretly stolen intelligence and committed treason. That's why you disregarded your marital relationship and took the risk of poisoning him, right?"

"No, that's not true, you're just speculating," Jia Huizi shouted.

"Alright, the evidence is irrefutable. If you still want to argue, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Chen Jingyu frowned and waved his hand behind him.

"Execution."

Immediately, two fierce interrogators pushed in an iron cage containing squeaking gray rats.

The other person was leading a large wolfhound with its tongue lolling out and a fierce look in its eyes.

"Play with the lady until she confesses."

After Chen Jingyu finished speaking, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, turned around, and walked out.

Back in his office, Hong Jiyou was leaning back in his chair, leisurely smoking a cigar with his feet propped up on his desk.

"Old Chen, did she confess?" he asked with a smile.

Chen Jingyu shook his head. "She seems to still have a sliver of hope for you. Should we meet her? After all, you had a brief fling with her."

Hong Zhiyou said, "It is precisely because of our fleeting romance that it would be inappropriate for me, as someone who cherishes women, to go."

"No matter what, we must get her to sign and acknowledge that her father betrayed the country and leaked secrets."

……

(End of this chapter)