My spy diary

Chapter 342 Fog City No. (asking for monthly ticket)
The patrol cars left one after another, and on a street not far from Shancheng Hotel, two black cars drove over and slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Zhang Yi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at the disguised plainclothes agents and said:

"The car is parked right here. If you go any further, it will easily arouse suspicion. Have you remembered your position and the role you play?"

The plainclothes officers nodded.

Zhang Yi went on to say: "The headquarters is conducting a purge and the management is strict. Normally everyone is suffering. There is no one who does not complain about the poor food in the headquarters cafeteria.

Today, I am treating everyone to a private meal. Everyone in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel can eat as much as they want. Of course, you can eat but you must not reveal your identity. "

Everyone looked at him and smiled knowingly.

Since the establishment of the Military Intelligence Bureau, the War of Resistance Against Japan had entered a stalemate phase, and supplies were scarce and prices were high in the temporary capital Shancheng.

The funding of the bureau headquarters was already very tight, and coupled with Boss Dai's lavish spending, the grassroots agents had a very hard life, and their salaries were sometimes in arrears.

In order to support their families, the spies did all kinds of evil. Some of them worked as backers for brothels, prostituted women without paying, and collected protection fees every month. Some of them engaged in blackmail and kidnapping. In short, they used all kinds of tricks to make the city a mess. So people kept reporting to Chang, and Boss Dai was scolded several times.

Dai Chunfeng also felt that if he did not restrain these spies, the reputation of the Military Intelligence Bureau would be too bad and it would affect his own political future. But no matter how he restrained them, he had to solve the problem of food for everyone first.

To this end, Boss Dai held several meetings and said at the meetings:

"People outside are now calling us bandits and robbers, and murderers and arsonists. This is too shameful. The Military Intelligence Bureau has done so much for the country and the nation's war of resistance, and it is not worth it to ruin its reputation for a few small things."

But no matter what we say, without money, the problem still cannot be solved.

The Military Control Commission couldn't just blatantly print and issue counterfeit money, right? They could still use this trick in the occupied areas, but they wouldn't dare to risk the wrath of the world in the rear areas.

In order to improve the image of the Military Control Commission in the public eye, Boss Dai handed the matter over to the chief steward Mao Qiwu.

Mao Qiwu formulated public relations measures and worked hard to promote the new image of the Military Control Commission.

First of all, we started by caring about the lives of the spies. For example, the meals in the collective canteen of the bureau headquarters were made richer. If the family members of the spies could find jobs, we would try to arrange them in hospitals, schools, and factories controlled by the Military Control Commission. If there was really no way to arrange them, we would give them a sum of money to sustain their lives.

For example, some of the black money earned from anti-smuggling activities would be used to help impoverished spies and their families.

After their material conditions improved, some spies finally settled down and focused on their work.

At the same time, Mao Qiwu also deliberately packaged the Military Control Commission. He planted flowers and plants in the yard of the headquarters, posted calligraphy and paintings by celebrities everywhere, making it poetic and picturesque, and then invited reporters and literati to visit and write articles to promote it.

After some reorganization, the external image of the Military Control Commission finally improved, and naturally there were fewer criticisms.

Finally, Mao Qiwu also resolved many disputes privately. For example, Boss Dai had issued an order not to get married during the War of Resistance, but Director Mao privately approved it.

However, the condition for marriage is that both parties must be members of the Military Control Commission. If they are not members of the Military Control Commission, they must join it after marriage.

This not only stabilized people's hearts, but also reduced the number of spies who went out to engage in prostitution in society, thus gaining a moment of peace.

Dai Chunfeng and Mao Qiwu, one plays the good guy and the other plays the bad guy, and their cooperation is seamless and complementary.

Mao Qiwu took this opportunity to improve his own prestige, and from being "Secretary Mao" and "Director Mao" in the eyes of others, he became the prestigious "Secretary Mao" and "Director Mao". Boss Dai was able to deal with people outside more calmly and implement his political ambitions.

Thinking about these things, Zhang Yi also laughed, then looked at everyone seriously, and everyone's expressions immediately became serious.

Then, Zhang Yi glanced at his watch and ordered:
"Get out of the car and move."

The plainclothes officers got off the car one after another. Zhang Yi patiently walked around for a while before walking into the hotel lobby.

Not far from the hotel entrance, a peddler with a cigarette box on his shoulder was walking around, shouting:

"Cigarettes, matches, old knives and three cannons."

On the other side, vendors selling fresh vegetables and tofu, shoe shiners, rickshaw drivers, etc. are all in place, and the dragnet has been set up.

At this moment, on both sides of the hall corridor, plainclothes officers disguised as various identities were already sitting at the dining tables. Some were ordering food, while others had already started drinking.

Zhang Yi observed for a while and found nothing wrong. He glanced at the military vehicle driven by Kenta Yamamoto parked in front of the hotel gate, and immediately walked through the passage and went straight to the third floor.

Then he walked quietly through the corridor on the third floor and entered room 212.

Monkey was fiddling with a listening device with a plainclothes officer. Zhang Yi asked:

"The guests will be here soon. Is the food ready?"

"It's all ready."

"Then let's get started." Zhang Yi smiled confidently and put on his headphones.

At this moment in the hotel, Kenta Yamamoto took Liu Yaqin through the lobby and went upstairs.

From the moment he entered the hotel, Kenta Yamamoto carefully observed the diners in the hall. Some were talking about business, some were reminiscing about the past, and all kinds of conversation information flashed by his ears. No one looked up at the two of them, and everything seemed very natural.

The two of them climbed the stairs to the corridor on the second floor and walked to the door of Room 201. They stopped for a while before knocking on the door and going in.

A woman's voice immediately rang out from the headset: "Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Feihu looked at the woman who took off her sunglasses, stretched out his hand, and said:
"Zhou Feihu."

The woman clenched her fingers and said, "I've heard that Guard Zhou's spear skills are superb. Let me see it someday."

Zhou Feihu: “Thank you for the compliment.”

Then he introduced them: "This is Wang Lun, and this is Lü Liang."

"We are all Mr. Wang's loyal warriors, and we look forward to working with you."

Then a hoarse voice sounded: "This is the special envoy, a senior agent of the Imperial Japanese Special High Section."

The woman asked, “Is it safe here?”

Lu Liang's flattering voice rang out from the headset: "Don't worry, the police just left."

Zhou Feihu interrupted him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yamamoto Kenta asked grimly, "What's going on?"

Zhou Feihu explained everything in detail and added:
"I called the police station to check, and there was no problem with the police number and the person who responded."

"special envoy?"

"Change room." The woman was silent for a while and said decisively.

The sound of a door opening and closing and footsteps could be heard in the headphones.

Then there were sporadic noises coming from room 213. Zhang Yi guessed that it was the female spy checking the room.

Sure enough, Yamamoto Kenta's voice came from a moment later:

“Are you being too cautious?”

"Don't you think it's a bit too coincidental?"

"From Zhou Feihu's description, there should be no problem."

"These people are more likely to cause trouble than to help. They are not trustworthy. Well, after the tasks are arranged, you and I will move separately."

Yamamoto Kenta frowned and looked at him: "If you think they are unusable, do you want them?"

The woman interrupted him, her expression serious: "Not for now, using them to attract the enemy's attention is enough, and you are still needed to execute the key tasks."

Kenta Yamamoto realized that this might be a dangerous mission, so what exactly was the operation?

As I was thinking, the woman's voice sounded again:

"Next, I will summon them separately and give them some sweet treats so that they can continue to work for the Empire of Japan with peace of mind. You can make the arrangements."

"Yes." Yamamoto Kenta agreed and turned to leave.

After a while, Lu Liang was the first to walk into the room.

He flattered: "I didn't expect that the legendary envoy would be such a beautiful woman."

The woman interrupted him with a cold face: "There is a saying in China that if someone shows kindness without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief.

A senior from our Special High Section once said, "Don't believe another smart person's praise for you, otherwise he will laugh at you from the bottom of his heart. Mr. Lu, what do you think?" Lu Liang smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to reply.

The woman smiled and changed the subject, saying, "Lv Sang, although you are Mr. Wang's man in the Nanjing government, you have worked for the Imperial Japanese Army, so the Empire will not treat you unfairly."

As she spoke, she took out a stack of bills from her purse and handed it over.

After receiving a colorful stack of US dollars, Lu Liang weighed it and realized that there were about three thousand dollars. He immediately smiled happily.

"I will do my best to serve Chairman Wang loyally in the future."

The woman smiled slightly and corrected him: "To the Empire of Japan, to the Emperor."

"Yes." Lu Liang imitated the Japanese, stuck his butt out, bowed respectfully, and left.

Then the woman summoned Wang Lun and Zhou Feihu in the same way, asking them to obey Yamamoto's orders, and finally called Yamamoto Kenta into the room.

"Now it's time to tell you the contents of Plan No. 1 of Fog City."

"Fog City No. 1?"

"Not bad!" The woman smiled proudly and asked, "How is the rabbit?"

"He's safe."

"That's good. With him here, the plan can be implemented smoothly."

The woman looked at her watch. "The rabbit will take you to the nest. The three of them can attract the enemy's attention. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. You should be the oriole."

"That's our last trump card." When mentioning "rabbit", Yamamoto Kenta's expression became serious, frowning and asking:
"Didn't they say the military was preparing to negotiate with the Shancheng government? Are they really going to take this step?"

"Negotiations are real talks, fighting is real fighting, everything is just to support war with war.

But this is something that politicians worry about. For an agent, what could be greater and more glorious than completing a mission that can determine the outcome of a war? Are there not many such examples in the world?

Mr. Yamamoto, as long as our plan can be implemented smoothly, we will become the greatest agents of the Empire of Japan and even the world, and the Emperor will be proud of us."

"Hi."

Yamamoto Kenta said respectfully: "From the day I joined the Special High Police, I have dedicated everything to the Empire. It is my honor to be able to participate in such a great plan. I am willing to die!"

"Very good." The woman looked at him and nodded.

Then, she opened her purse, put on a mask and rubber gloves, carefully took out a tin can and a syringe, and finally took out a pair of tweezers and placed them on the table.

Kenta Yamamoto looked at everything in front of him in confusion. Inside the tin can were several small glass bottles filled with colorless liquid, but there were no notes on them.

"what is this?"

"Virus."

The woman smiled proudly and said, “This is an enhanced plague virus developed by our water supply unit in the Northeast. The organism is called amoeba, and it was cultivated from the feces of rats infected with cholera.

Once ingested, they will multiply rapidly, and symptoms will not appear until 36 hours later, with vomiting and diarrhea, and eventually death, and there is no antidote."

Yamamoto Kenta looked at him fearfully: "What do you mean?"

"According to intelligence, Chang is not in the mountain city recently, but in Mount Emei. All the items needed by the camp are supplied by the mountain city. Quartermaster Lu Liang can play a role in this regard.

Your task is to work closely with the 'rabbits', deliver the food injected with the virus, and watch them eat it."

As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper from her pocket and said to Yamamoto Kenta:

"Look carefully and follow the steps on the list. Don't make any mistakes. If you get infected, there's really no hope for you."

Kenta Yamamoto was feeling uneasy. Killing people was easy for him, but this unknown thing made him extremely terrified.

In the next room, Zhang Yi took off his headphones with a serious expression. Now everything was clear. He never thought that the Japanese spies would carry out such a vicious plan. Fortunately, the plan was discovered in advance.

He looked at the monkey and said, "Although I don't know who that 'rabbit' is, it doesn't matter.

Notify them immediately, and when they leave the hotel, strike at the same time. Be extremely careful, and you can directly shoot and kill the target at the critical moment. Don't let them get desperate."

Monkey nodded sternly. He naturally understood what the spread of the virus meant.

A few minutes later, Kenta Yamamoto and the woman walked out of the hotel one after another. Qian Xiaosan hid behind a tree and secretly observed their movements.

He saw Kenta Yamamoto open the car door, the woman got into the back seat, and Yamamoto walked towards the trunk carrying a package. Realizing that the time had come, he immediately gave a secret signal.

Upon receiving the signal, vendors carrying cigarette boxes, selling fresh vegetables and tofu, shoe shiners, and rickshaw drivers all dropped their tools and ran towards the car.

These people had solemn expressions and walked quickly. As soon as they moved, Yamamoto Kenta and the woman immediately noticed them. At the same time, they realized that their identities were exposed. Without thinking, they pulled out their pistols and started shooting.

"bang bang"

The woman fired two shots through the car window, accurately knocking down two plainclothes officers amid the sound of shattering glass.

Kenta Yamamoto also hit a plainclothes officer. Just as he was about to shoot again, a bullet suddenly hit his wrist and the gun fell to the ground.

"bang bang"

The woman fought back as she lunged toward the front of the car, trying to move to the driving position.

At this moment, the glass on the right side shattered with a crash, and a bullet shot into her spine from behind.

The woman trembled all over and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth. She trembled and suddenly got up, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and she bit her collar hard.

However, a fist penetrated the car window and hit her delicate face, and several plainclothes officers rushed up and subdued her.

At the back of the car, plainclothes officers approached Yamamoto Kenta with weapons in hand. Surrounded by the circle, Yamamoto Kenta glared with red eyes, sneered, and pounced on the package in the trunk.

"Bang" the gunshot rang out again, and he collapsed to the ground in despair.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the outside of the hotel was already in chaos, and passers-by were shouting and running in all directions.

In room 201 of the hotel, Zhou Feihu's face changed immediately after hearing the gunshot. He drew his pistol and glared at his two companions who were still counting money over and over again:

"Come on."

Wang Lun and Lu Liang stood up at once, stuffed the money into their trouser pockets, and pulled out their pistols with alert and nervous looks.

Monkey heard the sound of bullets being loaded from his headset and immediately said, "Get ready for action."

Several plainclothes officers drew their guns. One of the plainclothes officers guarding the door heard footsteps outside and suddenly opened the door. Two plainclothes officers immediately rushed out.

Zhou Feihu turned around suddenly, raised his hand and fired several shots. A plainclothes officer who rushed out was shot through the thigh. Blood splattered all over the corners of the door, and he grimaced in pain.

The monkey fired several shots, rushed up and tried hard to pull him back.

At the same time, the door of the opposite room opened, and the plainclothes officers in ambush poked their heads out and fired several shots at Zhou Feihu, who fell to the ground.

Seeing Zhou Feihu dead, Wang Lun and Lu Liang, who had hurriedly fired two shots, retreated back to the room in fear. At this moment, their lips were trembling, their faces were as pale as paper, and they could not utter a word.

"What should we do? Should we surrender?" Wang Lun was in tears.

Lu Liang said with a pale face: "We killed so many people. Can they let us go?"

"We can blame it on the Japanese and say we were threatened and had no choice."

Lu Liang wiped his sweat, and the blood vessels on his forehead bulged. He gritted his teeth and said:

"It's a death sentence, rush out and go out through the window."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang, and a plainclothes officer with a rope hanging from his neck passed through the glass and entered the room. He fired a shot in the air, hitting Lu Liang's leg, and he fell to his knees.

Amid the sound of gunfire, the gate collapsed with a bang, and many plainclothes officers approached them with weapons in hand, with the black muzzles of their guns pointing up at them.

The situation was hopeless, and the two men collapsed in despair.

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(End of this chapter)