My spy diary

Chapter 332 A huge net (please vote for me)

"This Zhang Yi is too troublesome."

Chen Gongshu put down the telegram in his hand with a gloomy face and said with a toothache:

"He knew about Liu Yuanshen's arrest, but I didn't know about it? Is it necessary for the bureau headquarters to forward the information again?"

There are only two states: irritability or anger.

One is low energy.

One is high position.

All human suffering is essentially anger towards one's incompetence.

You will only feel angry when you are powerless or your defense is broken.

But Chen Gongshu doesn't think so.

Chen Gongshu was one of the three greatest assassins of the Military Control Commission. He had served as station chief and district chief. Countless people had died at his hands. In terms of seniority, achievements and experience, could he not be as good as Zhang Yi, a newcomer?
People can only have the confidence to live if they are in a state of being "better than those below them". If they think about being "not as good as those above them" every day, most people will suffer from depression.

But this Zhang Yi was doing all kinds of things, spreading everywhere in the occupied areas, killing this person today and that person tomorrow, making it seem as if he was the only hidden organization in Shanghai.

The comparison between the two makes Chen Gongshu seem incompetent and just a figurehead.

Look, Dai Chunfeng’s telegram of reprimand and urging has arrived again.

Chen Gongshu felt that this life trajectory was problematic.

Everyone is working hard for food and achievement, and making themselves overwhelmed. What is the meaning of life?

Is it to allow yourself to enjoy pain in life? Or is it to enjoy joy?
The key is that everyone lives like this, and no one has ever questioned whether this kind of life is right or not.

I just know that I have to work, work non-stop every day.

There are thirty days in a month. We toil like an ox without thinking, and the only day we run around happily like a rabbit is when we get paid.

To exchange thirty days of tension for one day of relaxation, this reality is too cruel.

Moreover, this is an occupied area. It is good enough if we can preserve the organization. What else do we need?
"Brother Gong Shu, don't be angry. After Liu Yuanshen was arrested and taken to the police station, he made two phone calls, which has minimized the losses.

As long as we relocate the district office, even if he confesses something under torture, it will not involve the district headquarters."

Qi Qingbin, the newly appointed district secretary of Shanghai District 1, spoke up.

Liu Yuanshen was lured into a trap at Qiaoxiafeifang in the French Concession, opposite the Bank of China branch.

When the guards stationed at the bank entrance heard people shouting, they immediately came out with weapons to intervene.

As a result, Wan Lilang's plan to secretly arrest the person failed, and he had to hand the person over to the patrolmen from the Luwan Police Station in the French Concession who rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

After he was taken to the police station, the Japanese wanted to extradite him, so they naturally had to go through the necessary procedures.

While the Japanese and puppet spies were processing the formalities, Liu Yuanshen persuaded the Chinese detectives from the police station to make two phone calls.

The first call was made to Qiu Shuying, the stationmaster of the traffic station in Shanghai District 1, asking her to report the news of his arrest to the district headquarters as soon as possible.

But just after finishing the call, he remembered that the time for the courier to meet with the district courier had passed, and the news could not be delivered until the next day at the earliest.

So he made a second call.

This time, he called the district secretary Qi Qingbin directly and asked him to take emergency measures to ensure safety.

Chen Gongshu laughed when he heard this: "Although Brother Yuan Shen is young, I have no doubt about his character and professionalism, and I believe he will not say anything.

Besides, he has made the call, so he has nothing to worry about and will not give in easily, so the office and contact locations he knows do not need to be moved. "

Qi Qingbin frowned when he saw Chen Gongshu speaking so confidently:

"District Chief, don't be afraid of ten thousand but be prepared for the worst"

Chen Gongshu interrupted him: "Is there any money left in the account?"

Qi Qingbin was silent.

In order to cope with Mao Qianli's audit, he, the district secretary, together with the district accountant and all financial staff, worked for two days to produce the fake accounts.

Mao Qianli was dealt with, but he knew very well how big the huge deficit in the account was.

Although he himself was corrupt, his corruption was nothing compared to Chen Gongshu's.

Qi Qingbin sighed inwardly. He really couldn't understand how his former Huangpu classmate had become what he is now. Was he really led astray by Wang Tianlin?

"Brother Gong Shu, we still have to find a way to make up for the deficit of more than 100,000 yuan. I don't have any money left."

Qi Qingbin looked at Chen Gongshu seriously. Corruption was rampant in the officialdom of the Republic of China. After all, everyone was striving for promotion and wealth.

But corruption is corruption. As long as you know the limits and the bottom line, everyone will turn a blind eye.

But you have gone too far. Not only will it affect your future, it may even anger your colleagues and superiors, who will have to investigate and punish you.

Upon hearing this, Chen Gongshu became angry and said impatiently:

"Okay, I know what's going on. We'll talk about this later."

After a pause, he frowned and asked:
"Is the funding promised by headquarters coming soon?"

"It should be these two days."

Qi Qingbin was shocked and said quickly: "The action team hasn't received the funds for last month yet. When the money arrives, should we pay them first? Otherwise, if they start making trouble..."

"I got it. You are in charge of finance. You can handle it." Chen Gongshu had a gloomy face, hummed a few times, and said nothing more.

Qi Qingbin sighed in his heart, turned around and left sadly.

No. 76, the light in the interrogation room was very dim, and several torture instruments exuded a pungent smell of metal mixed with blood.

Liu Yuanshen, acting assistant secretary of Shanghai District 1, was chained to a rack, his body covered in bruises and blood.

He had evidently resisted the torture.

Li Shijun walked over with a smile and helped him tidy up his messy clothes:

"Mr. Liu is a respectable man. Why does he have to humiliate himself like this?"

Liu Yuanshen smiled and said, "I like cleanliness and face, but it's a pity that the originally clean clothes were soiled by your dirty hands."

Li Shijun's hand, which was straightening his collar, suddenly stopped in mid-air, and he swung his hand and punched Liu Yuanshen in the face.

Liu Yuanshen spat out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his head stubbornly with a look of disdain.

"Director Li has become a traitor, so how come his strength has also decreased? Has his bones become soft because he has been kneeling for so long?"

The word "traitor" touched Li Shijun's sore spot as soon as he uttered it.

"I am loyal to Chairman Wang. Do you think Chairman Wang's peace movement is treason?"

“You bullshit peace movement, stop trying to paint yourself in a good light.

A thief is a thief, and a ghost is a ghost.

Wang the traitor sold out his country for personal gain, acknowledged the enemy as his father, and was willing to be a puppet emperor. You, Li Shijun, aided and abetted the tyrant and murdered loyal and good people. Traitorous dogs like you will not have a good end, and will eventually be spurned by history and the people.

You're lucky that you weren't assassinated by the Military Control Commission together with Wang Tianlin, but what about next time?
Even if the Military Control Commission cannot kill you, Wang Tianhai and the Japanese will kill you without hesitation if they think you are a disobedient dog one day.

Li Shijun looked calm, but couldn't help thinking that, indeed, he had offended quite a few people in his recent fight with Zhou Mouhai.

Although the Ume Agency had the support of Qingqi Qingyin, other Japanese seemed to be dissatisfied with his action of expelling Ding Mocun from No. 76, and they also increased their surveillance on him both openly and covertly.

Liu Yuanshen is only in his early twenties. He is not only tough-talking, but also has a great ability to see through people's minds. It's just that Qingyin is eavesdropping in the next room at this moment.

He sneered: "It's just a despicable trick to sow discord. I, Li, am loyal to Chairman Wang and the Emperor of Japan. You don't need to worry about my future and fate."

Liu Yuanshen raised his head with contempt: "Your trick of recruiting is even more despicable. Since I joined the Military Control Commission, my life has been decided by heaven. I will die for my country today, which is a great pleasure! What a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that I can't watch you die in front of me."

"Hmph, since you want to be a martyr, don't blame me for being ruthless and torturing you." "Don't dream. You can check. I've made two calls to the Luwan Police Station. They've moved a long time ago, so there's no need to bother with it. You can kill me or chop me up, whatever you want."

Li Shijun was shocked, it turned out that Liu Yuanshen relied on this. He sneered, ordered the torture to continue, then turned and left the interrogation room.

Facing the waves, he asked bluntly, "What's going on?"

Wan Lilang looked frustrated:
"Director, I just realized that I didn't expect it would take so much trouble."

After all the trouble, in the end, it was all in vain.

"I don't want to hear reasons and excuses, I just want to see results, now, right away."

"I'll find a way right away." Wanlilang gritted his teeth and immediately called his men to the recruitment room.

The two traitors of the Military Control Commission who betrayed Liu Yuanshen, squad leader Zhou Xiheng and team secretary Zhu Min, were sitting cross-legged in the reception room, drinking tea and chatting. When they saw Wan Lilang coming in, they immediately stood up and asked:
"Old Wan, have you confessed? When will you arrest him?"

Wan Lilang sneered and waved his hand: "Catch these two anti-Japanese elements."

The plainclothes officers behind them pounced on them like wolves and tigers and pinned the two defenseless people to the ground.

"Director Wanwan, what are you doing?"

Zhou Xiheng and Zhu Min were trembling all over, angry and annoyed. They didn't expect Wan Lilang to be so mean and unfilial. The benefits he promised before had not been fulfilled yet, and now he was attacking them.

"I'm sorry, you two, but the clues to Liu Yuanshen are gone.

If you two can't provide other valuable clues to crack down on the Military Control Commission's Shanghai District 76, according to the rules of No. , I can only send you back."

Wanlilang followed suit and directly recounted his past experiences.

"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. You two have not made any pledge of allegiance. What if you are undercover agents sent by the Military Control Commission?"

"Wanlilang, what does the gun and ammunition document I gave you say?" Zhou Xiheng asked in a trembling voice:
"What did I do wrong?"

"Your biggest mistake is that you can't provide other clues!"

Wanlilang sneered, suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Zhou Xiheng's head.

Zhou Xiheng's body instantly became stiff:

“I’ve said all I can say.”

"how about you?"

Wan Lilang turned the gun and pointed it at the team secretary Zhu Min.

Zhu Min trembled all over: "I have said what I should say"

Wan Lilang snorted coldly, took off the insurance, and said fiercely:
"In the last three seconds, Brother Xiheng and I have a good relationship, so I can go easy on him. What about you?"

"one."

Zhu Min stared with red eyes and said loudly:
“I really said everything.”

"two."

".Let me think about it." Zhu Min was sweating profusely and trembling as he shouted:

"Let me think about it. Let me think about it."

"three."

".Li Genfa."

As Zhu Min finished speaking, there was a "click" sound, and the firing pin made a blank sound. It turned out that there was no bullet in the gun.

But Zhu Min had already been frightened to the point of collapsing on the ground, gasping for breath, and behind him came the unbridled laughter of Wanlilang and the plainclothes officers.

Wan Lilang laughed enough, and personally pulled Zhu Min up from the ground and dragged him to the sofa, respectfully lit a cigarette for him, and said in a friendly manner:

"Brother Zhu, don't be angry. Haha, don't blame me. If I didn't scare you, you wouldn't be able to think of this person. Tell me who this Li Genfa is."

Zhu Min took the cigarette with trembling hands, puffed out smoke for a while, and finally recovered after a long while. He said honestly:

“He’s the district accountant.”

After a pause, he quickly added:

"I have only met him a few times and know his alias is Li Genfa, but I don't know his real name, contact information or address."

The district accountant is named Chen Xianrong, alias Li Genfa.

The Military Intelligence Bureau sent a central accountant in Shanghai to be in charge of accounting, and the funds for Shanghai District 1 were issued by the central accountant in the form of checks to Chen Xianrong.

Chen Xianrong then took the check to the business department of the Bank of China branch in the French Concession to withdraw it.

As the district accountant, he needed to pay wages and funds to the district office and each team and group. Zhu Min was the team secretary and was also in charge of finance, so the two met.

But as Zhu Min said, he only knew Chen Xianrong's pseudonym and nothing else.

Wan Lilang was delighted at first, but then he frowned. The person in the position of district accountant was obviously more valuable than Liu Yuanshen.

But looking for someone in Shanghai who can only be known in person is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Especially in the French Concession. Besides, who can guarantee that this district accountant only has one alias?

Wan Lilang frowned and pondered for a while, then asked his men to find a portrait artist. He said to Zhu Min:

"Please describe his height and appearance in detail later."

"No need." Zhu Min looked up and said:
"He has a pockmarked face, you can recognize him when you see him."

"What did you say?"

Wanlilang was overjoyed. He was racking his brains to think of how to find this person, but he didn't expect something unexpected to happen.

Bank of China branch and Ma Pi Lian make everything simple.

"Pockmarked face?"

After listening to Wan Lilang's report, Li Shijun was surprised and then sneered.

"I laughed at Dai Yunong's failure to supervise his staff before, but I didn't expect Chen Gongshu to be such a good-for-nothing."

Chen Gongshu blatantly violated the taboos of underground work and placed a person with obvious characteristics in such an important position. What else could he be but a good-for-nothing?
"This time Chen Gongshu and the Military Control Commission's Shanghai District 1 are doomed. Congratulations, Director."

Li Shijun smiled and looked at Wanlilang, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

“We still can’t take it lightly.

The big fish is already in the net. If we let it escape again this time, I’m afraid we won’t have such an opportunity again in the future.”

"Listen, immediately mobilize all our plainclothes agents in the French Concession, with the Bank of China branch as the center, to closely monitor the target."

“No, the surveillance area needs to be expanded. What if this person is wearing makeup?

Therefore, anyone with a similar height and body shape who appears around the Bank of China branch must be checked, and no one should be spared, including women."

"Yes." Wan Lilang nodded excitedly and asked:

"Director, can we arrest the target as soon as we find him?"

"No, this time I'm going to play the long game to catch a big fish." Li Shijun raised his eyebrows, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

“After finding the target, your people are divided into two groups.

A team watched his home 24 hours a day.

A group continued to track and monitor him, and I sent people to keep an eye on any place he stayed.

Once we have control of all his secret locations, we can close the net."

As he spoke, Li Shijun grabbed at the air fiercely, as if a huge net had been spread out.

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(End of this chapter)