My spy diary

Chapter 315 Action (please vote)

"What happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jingtian took a photo from Ishii, threw it heavily in front of Li Shijun and Ding Mocun, and asked:
"Do you know him?"

The photo shows a middle-aged man in police uniform sitting on a rickshaw. His face is filled with fear, and there are bullet holes on his forehead and chest, with blood all over them.

Li Shijun picked up the photo and judging from its stickiness, he knew it had just been developed.

He held the photo and stared at the man in the photo in surprise. He looked at him carefully and was stunned for a while before asking softly:

"Cheng Haitao?"

Cheng Haitao was the Chinese Chief Inspector of the Political Department of the French Concession Police Station, so Li Shijun naturally knew him.

Jingtian gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, he was killed. He was stabbed to death on the street in broad daylight."

"Really?" Li Shijun smiled awkwardly and asked knowingly, "What does this have to do with us?"

"Baka!" Ishii jumped out from behind Iida and shouted angrily:

"Cheng Sang is from the Imperial Japanese Army."

Jingtian waved his hand to ask Ishii to calm down and explained:
"This man was hiding in the French Concession Police Station. He was very important to our investigation and extradition of anti-Japanese elements, but now he is dead."

Ding Mocun pondered and asked, "Who did it?"

Iida did not answer, but asked: "What do you think?"

"do not know."

"Hmph, let me tell you." Iida sneered and took out a wrinkled, blood-stained piece of paper from his pocket.

Written on it are the sixteen words "We will win the war of resistance, we will succeed in founding the nation, we will eliminate the traitors and protect China forever."

Everyone who saw the note was stunned. Isn't this the usual tactic of the Iron-Blooded Youth League?
The last time he appeared was at the scene where Chen Lu was killed.

Of course, at this moment they already knew that it was Liu Geqing who did it.

But Liu Geqing is currently detained in the preferential treatment room No. 76, so it is obviously impossible that he did it.

But Jingtian didn't think so. He sneered and said:
"Understand? This was not done by Liu Geqing, but by his accomplices. I will extradite Liu Geqing to Hongkou now."

".Liu Geqing's accomplice?"

Li Shijun felt nervous when he heard what Jingtian said. He had always treated Liu Geqing well in order to make him surrender voluntarily like Wang Tianlin. If he was transferred to Hongkou now, all his efforts would be wasted.

"Liu Geqing is just pretending to be a member of the Iron-Blooded Youth League. Others may follow suit. I don't think this matter has anything to do with him."

"Who is that?"

"As for who it is, we will definitely find out."

Iida pressed on, "When? I want a clear time."

Seeing Jingtian being so aggressive and not giving him face in front of all his subordinates, Li Shijun snorted coldly and folded his arms:

"Director Ding and I just came back from Mr. Yingzuo. We will give him an explanation within three days."

"I'll wait." Seeing Li Shijun bringing up Yingzuo, Jingtian was helpless. He looked at him meaningfully for a few times, then turned and left.

Li Shijun shrugged fearlessly, looked at the photo on the table, then looked at Ding Mocun, and said with a wry smile:
"Another mess."

Ding Mocun did not respond. He passed the photo and note, looked at his subordinates, and gave them a look, encouraging them to speak freely.

"Huh!" When the note was passed to Chen Mingchu, director of the Secret Service Department, he suddenly screamed.

His action was immediately noticed by Ding Mocun, who immediately asked:

"Did Mingchu find anything?"

Chen Mingchu frowned and said, "The handwriting looks familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Ding Mocun looked at him admiringly and motioned for him to continue.

"It should be someone from the Shanghai branch of the Military Control Commission. I need to think about who it is."

Chen Mingchu pondered and asked, "I still have some documents from the Shanghai area of ​​the Military Control Commission at home. I'll go back and look for them to see if I can match them up."

Ding Mocun understood what he meant. Chen Mingchu was the district assistant secretary and head of the personnel section. He had access to all the personal resume information of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai District. When he said this, he probably already had the answer in his mind.

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll contact the handwriting identification expert right away."

Li Shijun didn't want Ding Mocun's people to take the credit, so he immediately added:
"Let Captain Wu bring a few people to protect your safety. Once you identify the person, set up secret surveillance immediately."

With the handwriting, we can identify the murderer. Once the murderer is identified, with Chen Mingchu present, we can draw a portrait of the murderer and then determine his activity trajectory. This person will be caught soon.

an hour ago.

After receiving the order from Chen Gongshu to assassinate the traitor Cheng Haitao, Xu Wanfeng, captain of the Fourth Squadron of the Action Brigade, immediately began to deploy personnel.

According to information provided by the French Concession Intelligence Group, Cheng Haitao goes to a dance hall called "Tianya Road" to find his mistress after get off work every day.

So they decided to ambush at the intersection of Beile Road and Kangti Road, where Cheng Haitao had to pass to go to Tianya Road.

This intersection is a T-junction with many people and vehicles, which is prone to congestion. There is also a shantytown next to it. The streets are complex and crisscrossed, which makes it convenient for concealment and easy to evacuate calmly after the operation is completed.

So Xu Wanfeng selected four of his agents with the best marksmanship, divided them into groups of two, and ambushed at the intersection of Beile Road and Kangti Road, covering each other and waiting for an opportunity to assassinate.

Xu Wanfeng disguised himself as a rickshaw driver to be responsible for coordination, and also arranged for deputy captain Wan Lilang to pretend to be a passerby to verify the results of the assassination and ensure its success.

The operation was arranged in an orderly manner from planning, reconnaissance, retreat, etc., waiting for the target to appear.

at dusk.

At the intersection of Beile Road and Kangti Road, a rickshaw slowly drove towards us from afar.

Sitting in the car was a middle-aged man in uniform, wearing a black hard-shell wide-brimmed hat with the French national emblem on it.

The top was a dark blue military uniform with a stand-up collar, and the epaulettes and metal buttons sparkled in the setting sun.

He wore straight trousers of the same color, high leather boots, and handcuffs and a pistol on his waist, looking very majestic.

This person was none other than Cheng Haitao, the Chinese inspector general of the Political Department of the French Concession Police Station.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, several pairs of sinister eyes were staring at him at the same time on the street corner.

The rickshaw arrived near a T-junction and had to slow down due to traffic congestion.

"unlucky."

Cheng Haitao, who was sitting in the car, spat impatiently, then simply closed his eyes and dozed off.

The opportunity was not to be missed, and the four people who were ambushing at the street corner immediately pretended to be passers-by and approached the rickshaw.

The first group of two people quickly moved to the left side of the rickshaw, and one of them raised his hand and took off his top hat and pretended to fan himself.

A member of the second group who received the signal quickly passed through the gap between the cars and brushed past the rickshaw that Cheng Haitao was riding in. He stared at him carefully with his peripheral vision for a few seconds, and after confirming that it was Cheng Haitao, he immediately took off his hat in response.

Seeing that the target was confirmed, the first two people in the group quickly drew their guns and started shooting.

At that moment, three gunshots suddenly rang out.

Two bullets hit Cheng Haitao in the chest, and then one bullet went through his head.

Everything happened so fast.

The rickshaw driver who was sitting on the shaft wiping his sweat looked at all this in amazement and fell to the ground.

Seeing the blood flowing down the seat, he finally reacted and shouted in panic: "Murder, murder."

Pedestrians on the road either ran away or looked at what had just happened in amazement.

But at this moment, the four people who had just taken action had already lowered their hats and retreated to the shantytown in the astonished eyes of passers-by, disappearing without a trace.

At this time, deputy captain Wan Lilang, wearing a peaked cap and disguised as a passerby, squeezed into the crowd:
"What are you all standing there for? Call the police quickly, maybe we can still save him."

As he said this, he walked over and felt Cheng Haitao's breath, and confirmed that he had been dead for a long time. He was delighted, and pretended to be regretful and said:
"What a pity, the person is already dead."

"Who did it?"

"Who is this person?"

"Didn't you see he was wearing a police uniform?"

"It must have been done by the Military Control Commission."

"What if it's the Eighth Route Army?"

Listening to the noisy discussions of passers-by, Wan Lilang smiled smugly in his heart. While no one was paying attention, he took out a long-prepared note from his sleeve and threw it next to Cheng Haitao's body, saying:

"Everyone is almost gone. If someone from the police station comes, I'll be used as a scapegoat."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone left.

Wanlilang smiled knowingly, lowered the brim of his hat, merged into the crowd and disappeared.

The road was crowded and noisy, and the patrolmen were slow to arrive. When they arrived, there was no trace of the murderer.

"Vice Captain Wan, what's the situation?"

In the secret contact station, Wan Lilang safely reunited with Xu Wanfeng and others who had evacuated earlier.

"Done!"

Wan Lilang smiled triumphantly and said, "Hurry up and report to the district chief. Hehe, it will definitely be on the front page of tomorrow's news."

"I don't seek fame, as long as I can cut out this dog traitor to deter those wavering elements."

Wan Lilang said disapprovingly: "If we don't make a big noise, how will Shancheng know? How will Boss Dai know?"

"What do you mean?"

“So I spiced up the action a little bit.”

Wan Lilang boasted about his act of leaving the note, and said confidently:

"Liu Geqing became famous because of his assassination of Chen Lu and his signature. How can we brothers fall behind him?
Well, report quickly, and then wait for the award from the headquarters."

He thought that his words would be praised by the captain Xu Wanfeng, but he didn't expect Xu Wanfeng to change color and shout:
"Vice Captain Wan, who told you to do this? Isn't this superfluous? Your duty is to verify whether the target is dead, not..."

"I'm doing this for everyone's good. Besides, I'm pretending to be the Iron Blood Youth League to confuse the police station and the Japanese."

Seeing that Wan Lilang had not yet realized his mistake, Xu Wanfeng scolded:

"That's enough. What do you mean by for the sake of everyone? I, Xu, assassinated the traitors not for promotion or wealth.

Have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this? Once someone recognizes your handwriting, your identity will be exposed. "

Wan Lilang said disdainfully: "Don't think those idiots in the police station are so smart."

"What about the Japanese? Don't forget Chen Mingchu and Wang Tianlin."

Thinking of Chen Mingchu, Wan Lilang's heart trembled, but he still said unconvincedly:

"So what? Chen Mingchu doesn't even dare to show his head, how can he come to the French Concession to arrest me? That's perfect, I will shoot him dead."

Xu Wanfeng was so angry that he laughed and shouted, "Idiot, an exposed agent is nothing but a waste.

Not to mention the Japanese and No. 76, even the French Concession Police Station won't let you go.

Once they inform each other, draw your portrait, and issue a public warrant for your arrest, how will you be able to move about in the future?"

"Then I'll be transferred somewhere else."

Wan Lilang looked indifferent and glanced at Xu Wanfeng. "Anyway, I have already done it. You can handle it as you wish. Whether you want to report me to the district chief and say that I violated the house rules or did not abide by the discipline, I will admit it. I deserve it."

After saying that, he slammed the door and left.

"team leader?"

"Don't worry about him. I will report to the district chief immediately and arrange for him to be transferred out."

A trace of worry flashed in Xu Wanfeng's eyes. Once a latent agent takes action, all dangers will follow.

These people are in danger all the time, and death has long become commonplace for them.

For an excellent agent, besides not fearing death, the only rule of survival is to trust no one, not even himself.

Another word for overconfidence is headstrong.

Wanlilang is undoubtedly on this path.

He thought for a moment, looked at his men seriously and said:
"For safety reasons, this contact station will be abandoned immediately. Everyone, hide separately and wait for my notification."

"Yes."

"The vertical pillar is not enough and the plan is not enough."

When Wan Lilang came out of the secret contact station, it was already dark. He walked quickly on the street and complained a few words. His brain finally cleared up from his anger.

Although he was still hoping for a lucky break, he couldn't help but feel worried when he thought that Chen Mingchu had worked as the head of the human resources department and might recognize his handwriting.

Is his identity going to be exposed? Is there no place for him in the French Concession anymore?
So what was the point of him staying in this place? What he had to do now was to find the district chief immediately, admit his mistake, and request to evacuate immediately.

But Liu Geqing is Boss Dai’s favorite disciple, what about him?

He was just a small figure who graduated from the Special Technical Training Class for Young People in Jinhua, Jiangsu and Zhejiang during the Secret Service period. There were tens of thousands of such people in the Military Control Commission, and Boss Dai probably had never heard of his name.

So where would he be transferred to? He himself didn't know.

Wanlilang was lost in thought as he walked hurriedly on the street, looking at the many pedestrians coming towards him, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

At this moment, he felt that everyone seemed to be ignoring him, but it seemed that everyone was staring at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become suspicious and frightened.

After thinking about it carefully, he kept his hat brim down when he was moving today, and no one saw his true face at all.

Could it be the person from No. 76? Chen Mingchu has already recognized that the words were written by himself?

Thinking of this, Wanlilang subconsciously avoided passers-by cautiously and fearfully. Although he had been through many battles, this was the first time he felt so scared and panicked.

He moved through the crowd in a trance, using all his skills and all the anti-tracking techniques he had learned in the training class to avoid the people he imagined secretly following him.
Just like that, he came to a bar aimlessly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared at the door of the bar vigilantly for a few times, then came to a cigarette stand and bought a pack of cigarettes. While opening the cigarettes, he observed the surroundings.

After looking for a while and finding nothing unusual, he immediately walked towards the bar.

However, as soon as he lifted the heavy curtain of the bar, he was stunned.

He saw Chen Mingchu with his arms folded, staring at him with a sweet smile.

"Brother Wan, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Wanlilang's head buzzed and he was nailed to the spot.

(End of this chapter)