My spy diary

Chapter 314: Meet Again (asking for monthly ticket)
"You go back first. Next you need to prepare a secret safe house and arrange a retreat route for Ma Hetu and the others."

After coming out of Ma Hetu's house, Zhang Yi and Wu Anzhi walked slowly on the street holding umbrellas.

"and you?"

"I have other things to do. I can't waste the clothes I'm wearing."

Zhang Yi smiled and pointed to the Japanese military uniform he was wearing.

Zhang Yi said it lightly, but Wu Anzhi realized that Zhang Yi might have to implement the plan in the Japanese-occupied area. He nodded, said "take care" and left quickly.

The Japanese erected barbed wire fences on many streets in the city and designated restricted areas.

During the day, the Imperial Army and Japanese military police searched the streets for suspicious elements, and at night a curfew was imposed.

This has made the Riqiao area appear unusually prosperous.

Many bars, cabarets, brothels and casinos become crowded at night, filled with the noise of those who enjoy themselves for the moment.

Zhang Yi glanced at both sides of the street and didn't find anything unusual. He was just about to cross the road to find Monkey, Qian Xiaosan and others.

Just then, a hunched figure emerged from another alley.

The man was wearing a baseball cap, a sweatshirt, and a cigarette case hanging on his chest. He was walking and shouting while selling cigarettes.

The moment he saw the man's back, Zhang Yi was slightly stunned.

This man was none other than Zheng Huhe, who "defected" from the Military Control Commission.

While Zhang Yi was still in shock, Zheng Huhe had already crossed the road and was enthusiastically selling cigarettes to two passing Japanese officers.

Zhang Yi's heart moved, he stopped, bought a newspaper at the newsstand next to him, and read it while observing the situation.

He watched the two Japanese officers screaming and stuffing a few packets of cigarettes into their breeches as they walked away, then he slowly crossed the road.

"Give me a pack of Lao Dao cigarettes."

Zhang Yi threw out a banknote.

"It's you."

Hearing Zhang Yi's undisguised voice, Zheng Huhe was stunned. He slowly handed over the cigarette, but there was no surprise on his face. Obviously, he had noticed that someone was staring at him, but he didn't expect it was Zhang Yi.

"Long time no see, Lao Zheng." Zhang Yi smiled and put the cigarette into his trouser pocket.

"Chat?"

Zheng Huhe didn't say anything. He closed the cigarette box, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head, and followed Zhang Yi slowly.

Walking into the dark alley out of sight of passers-by, Zhang Yicai asked:

"Why are you here? There are many No. 76 and Japanese military police spies on this street."

"I'm on a mission."

"Do you need my help?"

"Not for now." Zheng Huhe looked at Zhang Yi with firm eyes.

"You're welcome. As long as it's for the fight against Japan, I'm willing to contribute."

"Without the organization's approval, I cannot have any private contact with you."

"The invaders will not wait for your organization's approval."

"I am a soldier, and it is my duty to obey orders!"

Zheng Huhe's expression turned serious.

"We have not been wiped out despite several encirclements and suppressions, and we are still alive and well. A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Do you know why? Because we emphasize discipline and obey the collective. This is my belief. "

It has been a long time since I heard the word faith. Zhang Yi couldn't help but look at him deeply.

Just as they were about to say something, their expressions suddenly froze at the same time.

All I could hear was the rhythmic sound of footsteps coming from the alley. This was the muscle reaction left over from the soldiers' long-term training and could not be concealed.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yi nodded to Zheng Huhe, grabbed his collar and scolded him:
"Baga, how dare you sell fake cigarettes and deceive the Imperial Japanese Army?"

"I deserve to die, Madam Taijun. I am willing to pay compensation."

Zheng Huhe had a miserable look on his face. He bowed and kowtowed repeatedly and begged bitterly.

"Baga, come with me to the Special High Section"

While scolding, Zhang Yi glanced at the alley entrance out of the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, a sneaky plainclothes man holding a pistol walked into the alley cautiously.

Zhang Yi stared at him sternly and asked in Japanese:

"Do you have anything to report?"

"I just think this vendor is quite suspicious."

"A guy who sells fake cigarettes has a very bad conscience. I will punish him. You get out of here immediately."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Seeing that the young major spoke fluent Japanese, the plainclothes officer no longer had any suspicion and quickly put away his gun, wiped the sweat off his face and slipped away.

He had just seen the peddler played by Zheng Huhe actively selling cigarettes to the Japanese, and he became suspicious.

Because the Japanese never pay for their purchases, vendors avoid them.

Later, the peddler followed the Japanese officer into an alley, which further aroused his suspicion.

That's why he followed him all the way, but he didn't expect that it was an officer who was blackmailing the vendor.

After the plainclothes officers left, Zhang Yi regained his composure and said:
"The environment we live in is so cruel. Lao Zheng, take care. If there is an emergency, you can find a way to contact me."

Zheng Huhe looked at him deeply, reported the location of a dead mailbox, and said:
"If there is any information, you can exchange it through the dead letter box, but only you can know it. If anyone else in the Military Control Commission knows it, cut off contact immediately."

"Since the Anti-Japanese War, the Nationalist Party and the Red Army have cooperated twice, and there is an agreement on the exchange of intelligence. Don't be so distrustful of us. I am fighting to the death to kill the Japanese just like my brothers."

"That's what you said, but once your Standing Committee Chairman had a few days of peace, he started to want to massacre our Red Party."

This is true.

Zhang Yi was silent.

Zheng Huhe also fell silent.

In the darkness, they could hear each other's breathing. Although they were once colleagues and had fought side by side, they now served different masters, and the dispute over Guohong was an almost unbridgeable gap.

Zhang Yi wanted to say something but didn't know how to express it. With his current status, some words were inappropriate to say. He could only pat Lao Zheng's shoulder in silence.

"Take care of yourself."

"Take care of yourself."

After this episode, watching Zheng Huhe hurried out of the alley and turn into a street corner, Zhang Yi returned the same way to look for Monkey and Qian Xiaosan.

Zhang Yi got off the rickshaw and walked to a small stall selling fried cakes.

The vendor used bamboo tongs to take the browned fried cakes out of the oil pan one by one. Then he wrapped two pieces in oil paper and handed them to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi held the fried cake, blew it and asked:

"How many years have you been doing this?"

"I just got here. I run a small business to make a living." The vendor looked at him with a smile on his face.

Zhang Yi took a bite, took out a forged Special High Section certificate from his pocket, waved it in front of the vendor, and said vaguely:

"Yoshi, your cooking skills are pretty good, come with me."

The peddler's face changed and he glanced around vigilantly, especially at the shoemaker next to him.

Then he whispered in Japanese: "Sir, we are one of us."

Zhang Yi glanced at the Japanese military dormitory not far away. Japanese soldiers were guarding both sides of the gate, on high alert. The soldiers' bayonets were pointed to the sky, shining brightly in the dark night.

Anyone who can set up a stall in front of the Japanese army dormitory must be a spy or have connections. How could Zhang Yi not know this? He pretended to be suspicious and asked:

"What agency are you from?"

"It's from the military police." "Yo, you've done a good job disguising yourself. Thank you for your hard work."

The vendor bowed modestly: "Hi!"

Zhang Yi held back his laughter, pointed in the direction of the dormitory gate, and said:

"Are there any suspicious elements? The wall is too low. What if anti-Japanese elements climb over it?"

The vendor smiled mysteriously and said, "The dormitory has recently strengthened its security measures. Our security is very good. Electric wire mesh has been installed on the walls."

"Yes, the security work is done very well."

Zhang Yi smiled, pointed at the shoemaker next to him and asked:

"What does he do?"

The peddler glanced warily at the shoemaker and said:
"He just got here, I don't know where he is from. I was just planning to follow him and check his background."

"We must check it carefully." After saying this, seeing that the shoemaker had already started to pack up his stall and wanted to "slip away", Zhang Yi immediately said:
"stop."

The shoemaker dropped his shoes and ran away.

"Yours, hurry up and catch up."

"Hi." The vendor pulled down his sleeves and chased after him without any hesitation.

Zhang Yi sneered, glanced around, and immediately opened the shoemaker's shoe tools and transferred several grenades to the basket under the vendor's cart.

The whole game of replacing one thing with another was thus completed.

No one knew that he was the one who asked the monkey to dress up as the shoemaker next to the fried cake stall.

Since the Japanese plainclothes officers were in the open, he arranged someone to be in the dark.

After clearing away all traces, Zhang Yi crossed his hands over his chest and waited slowly for the vendor to come back.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the vendor came back dejected.

"Sir, he's running too fast."

"Baga, it's obviously you who didn't do your job well, and yet you're still making excuses here." Zhang Yi slapped him without saying a word.

The peddler covered his face and dared not say a word.

"What are you standing there for? Take your stuff back and get some people to search with me."

"Hi."

The peddler reacted and hurriedly pushed his cart towards the officers' dormitory, shouting at the guard at the door from a distance.

A Japanese sergeant picked up the phone and made a call. Soon, a squad of Japanese soldiers rushed out.

At this moment, the vendor just pushed his cart to the door.

Don't miss out.

Zhang Yi quickly took out his loaded pistol and fired several shots at the basket under the vendor's cart.

"bang bang bang"

"Enemy attack, fight back!"

The Japanese just shouted to fight back, but the next second, there were several loud bangs, light, fire, and smoke.

In an instant, the entrance of the Japanese dormitory was in a mess, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

At the same time, several loud explosions were heard in a movie theater not far away.

In the conference room of the No. 76 pseudo-agent headquarters, Li Shijun and Ding Mocun, the old enemies, rarely sat together.

"Brother Shijun, we must give the Japanese an explanation for this matter."

Li Shijun had a gloomy face and remained silent.

Half an hour ago, he and Ding Mocun were summoned to the office by Ying Zuo Zhen Zhao, and experienced a stormy roar.

Kagesawa's face twisted in anger:
"This is a shame, a shame for the Empire of Japan, a shame for your secret service headquarters, you Ding Mocun, you Li Shijun, your shame is also my shame."

“The anti-Japanese elements actually planted bombs right under our noses in the soldiers’ dormitories and two movie theaters frequented by the imperial soldiers. The explosions killed 23 imperial warriors and injured more than 10 people, causing heavy losses.

After Mr. Doi-Yuan learned the news, he ordered us, the Special High Police, and the Military Police to solve the case within a time limit. What do you think? "

Yingzo's gloomy gaze moved between Li Shijun and Ding Mocun, and finally fell on Li Shijun's face.

"Li Sang, tell me your opinion."

Li Shijun bowed slightly.

“I think we should do our best to find witnesses and find out who did this.

Secondly, we should send more spies into the French Concession to once again encircle and suppress the remnants of the Military Control Commission, conduct secret background checks on all suspicious elements, and directly interrogate those who are suspicious."

"Hurry up, I want to see the anti-Japanese elements arrested within three days." His words slightly eased Yingzo's anger.

"I'll leave this matter to you. If you do a good job, I will speak well of you in front of Director Zhou and Chairman Wang."

When Li Shijun and Ding Mocun left Yingzuo's office, they smiled at each other knowingly.

Ever since the Wang Puppet regime and Unit 76 joined forces, in addition to the Japanese, they now have an emperor above them.

Wang Tianhai's close confidant Zhou Mouhai was appointed director of the Special Agent Committee.

They all hope to be able to sit in the same position as last week in the future, but no one is sure of winning.

Thinking of this, Li Shijun silently glanced at the other people sitting in the conference room.

In addition to him and Ding Mocun, there were six or seven consultants, directors, etc. from the secret service headquarters sitting in the conference room. They all looked stern and even a little dejected.

Only the person sitting below Ding Mo Village was different. There was no sign of nervousness on his elegant face, and he was exceptionally calm and steady.

This person is Wang Tianlin.

Li Shijun cleared his throat and looked at Wang Tianlin:

"Brother Tianlin, I heard that Chen Gongshu, the new district chief of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai District, is your old subordinate. Can you invite him out?"

Wang Tianlin bowed slightly and said, "Chen Gongshu is a secretive person. He has been in Shanghai for such a long time and has not contacted me. I don't know where he is. However, I guess he was not the one who did the explosion."

Li Shijun was half-believing and half-doubting, and asked suspiciously: "Who is that?"

"Zhang Yi."

Li Shijun was slightly shocked: "Is he still in Shanghai?"

Wang Tianlin thought for a moment and analyzed:
"He is a very capable man, a leader among the younger generation of the Military Control Commission, and is bold and daring.

I heard that he could speak Japanese, so it would be easy for him to sneak into the Japanese war zone.

The Shanghai branch of the Military Control Commission has suffered a heavy blow, and Dai Yunong probably won’t let him leave right away.”

At this point he revealed an unfathomable smile:

"Maybe he came here to punish me."

Li Shijun remained silent for a while, then he looked at everyone present:

"Everyone, Shanghai is our base camp. We will never allow anti-Japanese elements to do whatever they want. I hope you will mobilize your intelligence agents and spies to go all out to hunt down suspicious elements."

Ding Mocun also said:

"Everyone, the war is the most important thing. I hope you will work hard. Chairman Wang looks forward to the day when he will award us medals."

"Yes, we will do our best to serve Chairman Wang."

Li Shijun smiled slightly, glanced at Ding Mocun, and corrected him:

"Loyalty to the Emperor."

"Yes."

As soon as the men finished speaking, the door of the conference room was roughly pushed open, and Jingtian strode in with Ishijin.

"Ding Sang, Li Sang, something happened again."

(End of this chapter)