My spy diary

Chapter 341: Waiting for the Net (asking for monthly ticket)

The winter morning in the mountain city was chilly, and fog covered the entire Military Control Commission's Luodawan compound.

After investigation and discussion last night and this morning, Zhang Yi has already deployed today's action plan.

At this moment, there were several hand-drawn floor plans on the table in Zhang Yi's office, and four words were written on the header of each plan: Shancheng Hotel.

Monkey pointed to the location of the front hall on the first floor on the paper and said to Zhang Yi:

"The lobby on the first floor is neither too big nor too small, and it is enough for a few people to go in, not counting those who go there to eat and consume."

Zhang Yi nodded: "If there are too many people and it's too crowded, it's not normal and will easily arouse suspicion."

Monkey picked up another blueprint and said, “This is the second floor. The three guys moved into rooms 201, 202, and 213 in disguise.

Our people will stay in rooms 203 and 212. Once the arrest begins, we can surround them from both sides.
Rooms 201 and 202 are close to the windows, and we plan to deploy personnel downstairs and upstairs to prevent them from taking desperate measures.”

"Have the identities of these three people been verified?"

"They are all here." Monkey took the three sketches and said, "We asked many people, and finally Old Wu, the gatekeeper of the government compound, recognized them."

"This honest-looking guy is called Wang Lun, and he's a repairman in the government compound.

The dark-faced and strong man is called Zhou Feihu, and he is the internal security guard.

The remaining one with a cunning face is called Lu Liang, and he is the quartermaster. "

"These are all the nails planted by Wang Ni!" Zhang Yi sighed and asked:
"Is the old Wu who opened the door reliable?"

"Don't worry, District Chief. His son is working as a guard in our Military Control Bureau Baigongguan Detention Center."

Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, how about confidentiality?"

"These people are old brothers who were temporarily transferred from the Operations Department. Up to now, no one knows the specific plan. Before the operation begins, no one knows anything."

"Where's Zhang Tieniu?"

"Qian Xiaosan is following us." The monkey explained:

"This man drove the military vehicle provided by Lu Liang, dressed as a soldier, and headed towards the dock, probably to pick someone up."

"It looks like the big fish is about to be caught in the net." Zhang Yi smiled, looked at his watch to estimate the time, and ordered:
"It's almost done, let's gather the people!"

"Yes."

At the dock, a cruise ship flying the British flag slowly approached the shore through the fog. The crowd in the cabin was in an uproar, and they all picked up their luggage and walked towards the shore checkpoint.

A woman wearing a cheongsam and a coat, dressed like a wealthy lady with lots of jewels, fell behind the crowd. She was wearing sunglasses, holding a delicate small leather bag in her left hand, and a copy of the Kuomintang's Central Daily News in her right hand.

When it was the woman's turn to be checked, she calmly took out a black certificate with official documents sandwiched in the middle.

The officer took the ID and looked the woman up and down, but he couldn't see her face clearly because of her sunglasses.

He opened the certificate and saw a document with the seal of the Communist Party government in the middle. His expression became serious, he saluted, and quickly returned the certificate to the woman.

It was because the official document said: "Davis Liu, a Chinese American, came to Shancheng to negotiate an arms deal with the government. His luggage is exempt from inspection in China."

"Hello ma'am, do you need us to send a car to take you there?"

"Thank you, no thanks, my car is here to pick me up."

The woman smiled, and the officer followed her gaze and saw a military vehicle parked not far away.

"You walk slowly."

The woman nodded and walked through the checkpoint. Yamamoto Kenta came up to her and asked, "Is this Ms. Davis Liu?"

"Yes, my Chinese name is Liu Yaqin."

"Is that yesterday's Central Daily News in Ms. Liu's hand?"

"No, it's today."

As the two of them asked and answered each other, the secret code had already been matched.

"Silver Needle."

"Viper."

Kenta Yamamoto's eyes narrowed and his expression became serious. He thought that the higher-ups had only sent a messenger, but he didn't expect it to be a high-ranking agent of the "Viper" class. He quickly opened the car door and invited the woman to get in.

The car started slowly. He saw the woman staring at him, and he felt a little uneasy. Just when he was about to ask a question, he saw the woman smiling and saying to him:
"Xu Zhen did a great job, the section chief is very satisfied with your performance."

"You are too kind, Section Chief."

"Don't underestimate yourself. You have been lurking in the capital of the Guo Party for so long. You deserve this compliment."

"But I was also forced to give up my hidden identity."

"This is not important. Once this plan is implemented perfectly, you can return to Shanghai as a hero."

"What exactly is the plan?"

The woman did not answer him directly, but looked at him with encouragement:
"Those Wang Tianhai people are working for money, so they are definitely unreliable at critical moments. When the time comes, you will need to step up and take on the heavy responsibility."

“It’s my duty.”

"Duty, yes, this is what every agent of the Empire of Japan needs to do, but how many people can really do it?

You may not know that just last week, the three waves of people from the Mei Agency and No. 76 who infiltrated Pagoda Mountain and the New Fourth Army were all arrested, and even people from our Special High Section were involved.

Now that the one-armed thief has been caught, all our lurking agents in the mountain city have been pulled out. These are the military's trump cards. Do you know how difficult it is to train a hidden agent with a complete resume?
Humph, maybe now the higher-ups understand that only our Special High Section is the best in this field, and can breathe a few breaths of fresh air in the mountain city. What about the plum agency and bamboo agency, humph!"

Kenta Yamamoto did not want to get involved in the struggle between the various intelligence agencies, and he was not qualified to speak. He just drove silently while thinking about the next plan in his mind.

At the same time, a pretty boy hugged a charming woman in cheongsam and moved into room 203 of Shancheng Hotel.

A few minutes later, a police car emitting black smoke stopped in front of the Shancheng Hotel.

Two patrolmen holding batons got out of the car, along with a well-dressed but gloomy-looking man.

Seeing the man's aggressive look, the hotel receptionist came up to him and asked:

"Sir, you want to stay at the hotel?"

The man pushed him aside and went straight to the front desk. He pulled the registration book over and looked at it for a few seconds. He stared at the front desk attendant and asked:

"Did a man and a woman just move into room 201?"

"Sir, do you know them?" The waiter looked at him, thought for a moment and said:

"No, they live in 203."

"Did you accept any favors from that couple?"

The man angrily threw the registration book at the waiter's face and said confidently: "It clearly says 201, and you lied to me?"

"No, I..." The waiter felt a mark on his face and wanted to cry but had no tears. He quickly picked up the registration book and was stunned. He was the one who registered just now, and it was clearly 203. When did it become 201?
Seeing the man rushing to the second floor aggressively, the waiter shouted:
"Sir, you can't do this. I can help you notify if there is anything."

The man ignored her and went straight to the second floor.

The waiter had no choice but to look to the two patrolmen for help, but the patrolmen didn't even look at him and followed him upstairs.

"Oh no, what should we do? What if a fight breaks out?" The waiter was speaking in a hurry, but another waiter came from the direction of the toilet and said:
"Call the boss and then call the police."

"Yes, yes, yes." The waiter nodded and quickly picked up the phone.

Second floor, room 201.

Wang Lun lay on the bed with his eyes closed, Lu Liang sat on a chair with his legs crossed reading a newspaper, and Zhou Feihu sat on the side wiping his pistol.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Wang Lun opened his eyes, smiled strangely, and put his ear against the wall. From the other side of the wall came a burst of rapid gasps and lingering moans, as well as the sound of the bed shaking.

"Hey, this woman is quite slutty, she screams so loudly."

Lu Liang put down the newspaper and looked at him speechlessly:
"I didn't expect you to have this hobby. What's so good about someone doing things with his wife? Isn't it the same for men and women?"

Wang Lun glared at him and said angrily: "You have a wife, a full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man, unlike me."

Lu Liang interrupted him and said disdainfully: "Haven't you been to enough brothels?"

"How can they be the same? Whores are heartless and actors are disloyal. They don't recognize people when they put their pants on. How can they be as comfortable as my wife, who can come whenever I want."

"I think you will die at the hands of a woman sooner or later."

While the two were talking, there was a scream of "Ah". The sound was loud and penetrating, and Wang Lun was excited when he heard it. He turned his eyes and looked at Lu Liang, and finally his gaze fell on Zhou Feihu who was cleaning his gun.

"Old Zhou, do you want to do another job? If you are not interested in women, the Japanese will come and pay you. At worst, I can give you my share."

Zhou Feihu meticulously cleaned the pistol, reloaded the bullets, put the pistol in the holster, glanced at Lu Liang, and said:

"I think you're obsessed with sex."

"So what? We have done the murder. It's just a woman. Just tell me whether you will help me or not."

"It's not that simple."

Lu Liang's pent-up anger suddenly disappeared, and he frowned and asked:
"Why is it not simple? Didn't you just say that there was no problem with their identities?" As soon as the stranger appeared in the next room, Zhou Feihu observed through the peephole.

"There is no problem with the identity, but..." Zhou Feihu looked at Lu Liang and said slowly:

"I just observed that it was a pretty boy and a fickle woman. I think they were here to have an affair."

"That's terrible. Anyone can wear a green hat, so it doesn't matter if I have one more." Lu Liang became interested again.

Zhou Feihu looked at him speechlessly: "Although that pretty boy is clean and tidy, the skin under his neck is dry and red, and his nose twitches from time to time, which are typical characteristics of a drug addict.

This kind of person is more greedy than lustful. He may seem like a weakling, but who knows how ruthless he will be. The Japanese are coming soon, so don't make things complicated at this time."

"He's just a white-collar man who makes a living by cheating women out of their money, isn't he?"

Before Lu Liang could finish his words, Zhou Feihu suddenly raised his eyebrows and subconsciously put his right hand on the holster. The next moment, he heard a rapid knock on the door.

"Open the door, I know you are in there, okay, you bitch, you are cheating on me behind my back"

The sudden appearance of the "adulterer" made Lu Liang and Wang Lun nervous, and they looked at Zhou Feihu at the same time.

Zhou Feihu stared at the door with a gloomy face. After a moment of silence, he pulled out his pistol, loaded it, and put it behind his back, motioning Lu Liang to open the door.

The door opened with a click, and both sides seemed surprised when they met each other.

"Damn it, they found three at once, right? Where is that bitch?" The man was stunned for a moment, then squeezed into the room, looking around while squeezing.

Lu Liang obviously didn't want him to succeed. He looked at the man suspiciously and blocked him at the door:
"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm your uncle!" The man punched the defenseless Lu Liang in the face. After a scream, the two men instantly started to fight with each other.

"let go!"

Although Lu Liang, the quartermaster with triangular eyes, looked fierce, he could not gain any advantage in front of the gentle man. He was knocked to the ground by a few punches and then beaten.

He didn't let go until a gun was pressed against the man's head.

"Don't move. Who are you?"

As soon as Zhou Feihu subdued the man, two patrolmen came over following the sound and pulled out their guns at the same time. The atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense and sensitive.

"Who are you?" Zhou Feihu stood up while pulling the man's hair, examining the two patrolmen.

The patrolman took out his ID and flashed it, saying angrily:
"ID, who are you? Put the gun down, or we'll shoot."

Seeing that there was no problem with the two people's ID, Zhou Feihu breathed a sigh of relief and slowly took out his ID: "From the Security Department."

The patrolman took the ID, looked him up and down, and asked:
"Security Department? Why aren't you wearing a military uniform?"

"I'm the inside story."

"What about him and him? What are you three grown men doing in a room together?"

"Let's talk about something." Zhou Feihu had a blank expression on his face and motioned for Lu Liang and Wang Lun to show their ID cards.

"So they are all our people." After checking the ID, the patrolman's attitude became much more relaxed, and he asked, "Have you seen a man and a woman?"

Zhou Feihu shook his head: "I didn't notice."

The man yelled, "Officer, you have to be responsible. Don't just ignore my business if you know me. I suggest searching the room."

Zhou Feihu's face turned cold.

The patrolman looked at him and asked, "Is it convenient?"

Before Zhou Feihu could reply, a front desk attendant came running over with a registration book in his hand, saying, "Sorry, I registered the wrong person just now. They live in 203 next door."

As soon as he finished speaking, the well-mannered man rushed to the next room.

This time it's no longer about banging on the door, but kicking it.

After a few bangs, the door opened with a click.

The room was in a mess, with belts and men's and women's clothes scattered on the floor and bed.

The moment the door opened, a naked man rushed out of bed, grabbed some clothes and ran towards the window. His white butt flashed in front of the window and then disappeared, leaving only a scream.

The man pounced on the bed, pulled the woman out from under the quilt, and started beating and kicking her.

The patrolman and Zhou Feihu and others here have already figured out that this is a misunderstanding through the explanation of the front desk waiter, and now they are gathered at the door to watch the show.

Bai Huahua's body was trembling, and Lu Liang, who was bruised and swollen, looked eager. He seemed to have forgotten the pain and sighed:

"Damn it, you really don't know how to be gentle with women!"

"Okay, Mr. Wang, now that you've found your wife, take her home to discipline her, not here." Seeing the man was about to kill her, the two patrolmen hurriedly tried to comfort him.

At this time, footsteps sounded in the corridor. Several people turned around and saw several police officers in black uniforms walking over. The leading police chief had a sinister look on his face:
"Who is causing trouble here?"

The two patrolmen showed their credentials and explained the situation further.

The sheriff was not pleased: "From the headquarters? This is my territory. When will it be your turn to interfere?"

Then he looked at Zhou Feihu and the other two: "What do you do?"

The three men showed their ID cards again in a bad mood.

"Repairman? Quartermaster? Guard? How did the three of you get together?" The sheriff checked the documents but did not return them. He handed them to the patrolman beside him and touched the gun handle with his right hand:
"I think your identities are quite suspicious, so why don't you come with us?"

"Where are you going? The documents have been verified."

The sheriff said disdainfully: “Who knows whether your documents are real or fake?
There have been many murders in Shancheng recently, and the Military Control Commission and the General Administration have issued strict orders. It is better to arrest the wrong person than to let him go. You should cooperate with us and avoid a quarrel, which will embarrass everyone."

Just as Zhou Feihu and his friends were about to lose their temper, the patrolman from the General Administration acted as a peacemaker:
"We are all family, is it necessary to do this? Isn't there a phone number at the front desk? Can't we just make a phone call to verify it?"

Lu Liang glared with his triangular face and shouted:

"Just go and make the call, you'll know once you ask, why are you dragging us along?

Do you really want to make things difficult for us? A few patrolmen are showing off in front of us. Do you really think we are just here to do nothing?"

Wang Lun also shouted: "Yes, we won't."

Before he could finish his words, a gun barrel was pointed at his head and his voice stopped abruptly.

When the other patrolmen saw the sheriff moving his gun, they all pulled out their guns.

The sheriff poked Wang Lun's chest with the muzzle of his gun and shouted, "You're still rebelling!"

"Don't be impulsive, it's just a matter of making a phone call," the patrolman from the General Administration advised again.

Being pointed at by so many guns, Zhou Feihu was helpless and cursed inwardly that it was bad luck. The Japanese would be here soon and he didn't want to make any mistakes at this time, so he nodded with a cold face.

As soon as they left, the door of Room 212 slowly opened and four plainclothes officers walked out of the room.

The two men entered room 201 where Zhou Feihu and others lived, and they quietly and quickly opened the doors of rooms 202 and 213.

After a while, someone stuck his head out of the door and asked:

"how's it going?"

"Almost." A plainclothes officer replied.

After a while, a few crisp coughs were heard. In room 212, the plainclothes officer wearing headphones heard the clear sound and nodded with satisfaction.

On the other side, the doors and windows of the Military Control Commission's conference room were closed, and the conference room was surrounded by investigators in plain clothes and various disguises.

On the conference table were several floor plans of the Shancheng Hotel that Zhang Yi had seen before.

After hanging up the phone calls from Qian Xiaosan and the hotel, Zhang Yi walked into the conference room, stood in front of the main seat, looked at everyone and said:
"There's no need to introduce myself, right? You've all been carefully selected and gathered here for a top-secret operation.

I know many people are full of doubts, but I am telling you the details of the operation now so that you can understand the importance of confidentiality. "

Then, he pointed to the second floor of Shancheng Hotel and continued:

"Soon the remnants of Wang's traitor will meet the spies from the Special High Section here."

The plainclothes officers listened quietly.

"Three small fish have been caught in the net, and two big fish are about to be caught. Today's principle is that we can't miss any of them. It's best to catch them alive. If conditions are really unsatisfactory, we will catch them all in one net!"

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he looked at the monkey, intending to train him:

"You tell me the details."

Monkey continued Zhang Yi's words and said, "There are five people on the other side, two professional agents, a guard with extremely accurate shooting skills, and the other two are not agents, but the weapons in their hands are not fire sticks, so everyone must be careful.

Keep your eyes open, watch your own position, play your own role, and never expose yourself."

"Set off."

……

(End of this chapter)