My spy diary

Chapter 345 Kimura Ichiro (asking for monthly ticket)
In the dark night, a cold wind blew, biting the bones.

There were several cars parked outside the execution ground. When Zhang Yi arrived, everything was ready.

Under the pile of loess, three prisoners who were about to be executed, Wang Lun, Lu Liang and Saki Reiko, were kneeling side by side.

Monkey and Qian Xiaosan stood in front of the pile of loess, with more than a dozen agents from the Operations Department standing at attention behind them, fully armed.

The air on the graveyard was cold and damp. Under the pale moonlight, there were dark shadows everywhere, which was so creepy no matter how you looked at it.

Zhang Yi glanced at his watch and said, "It's twelve o'clock in the morning. Time's up. Let's execute it."

"Yes." Monkey saluted, turned around and waved to the plainclothes officer behind him.

In an instant, the sound of a gun bolt being pulled was heard.

"bang bang bang"

Crisp gunshots were heard and the prisoners fell one after another. Then plainclothes officers came forward to check, reload their guns and take photos.

That's it.

After dealing with the prisoner, Zhang Yi drove home.

As soon as I stepped into the house, I heard the phone ringing.

He walked over and picked up the phone, but said nothing, waiting for the person inside to speak first.

After a moment, a sharp female voice came from the phone:

"Is that District Chief Zhang?"

"you are?"

The person on the other end of the phone said enthusiastically: "I'm your sister Ke."

Zhang Yi asked depressedly: "Did you call the wrong number?"

"Sister Ke": "That's right, I'm Mrs. Zheng, Ke Shufen."

"Oh," Zhang Yi remembered who she was. She was the wife of Zheng Mingyuan, the chief secretary of the Military Control Commission and deputy director of the Second Department of the Military Affairs Department.

Director Zheng was different from many people of his age who had arranged marriages. He and Ke Shufen were in a free love relationship and they fell in love at first sight at a dance party.

The Ke family is a prestigious and large family in Wuhan. Ke Shufen has been spoiled and arrogant since childhood. Although she has a crush on Zheng Mingyuan, Director Zheng has not yet made a fortune and is penniless. In front of the wealthy and powerful Ke family, she is unconsciously inferior to them, and gradually she develops a reputation of being "henpecked".

However, Ke Shufen is a sarcastic and greedy person. She always wants more, the better, and is not afraid of anyone who comes to her.

When she called, Zhang Yi had already guessed what it was about and deliberately asked:
"Mrs. Zheng, what's up so late at night? Is there anything Chief Zheng wants you to do?"

"What kind of errand can it be? My old Zheng rarely goes to work at the Military Control Bureau, and he doesn't ask about what's going on there.

But I heard that you, District Chief Zhang, have returned from Shanghai, and Old Zheng also wants to know about the situation in Shanghai, so he wanted to treat you to a good meal to keep in touch with you.

District Chief Zhang, please come over for lunch tomorrow."

If someone is trying to please you without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief, and he is also beating around the bush.

Zhang Yi smiled secretly and said pretentiously: "Tomorrow, I'm afraid it won't work tomorrow, as I have to report to Director Dai.

How about another day? I'll treat you and Chief Zheng to a good meal some other day."

"That's it."

Ke Shufen pondered for a moment, then asked casually, "By the way, you arrested a relative of a friend of mine, his name is Lu Liang. What did he do wrong?"

"Lü Liang, he was shot half an hour ago."

"Shot?!" Ke Shufen was shocked, then hung up the phone.

"Psycho." Zhang Yi cursed inwardly and hung up the phone.

However, just as I put down the phone, the shrill ringtone rang again.

He picked up the phone, and Monkey's anxious voice came from the other end:
"District Chief, your line is busy. The call from Room A has reached our office."

"What happened?"

"Hao Aiguo, the Japanese spy captured from the headquarters of the Communist Party, escaped during the escort."

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yi's face became serious.

After half an hour.

In the office, Zhang Yi, Monkey and Qian Xiaosan sat together with serious expressions, staring at the telegram in front of them.

As more and more information was gathered, the mystery of Hao Aiguo's escape was finally solved.

Hao Aiguo surrendered, and the plainclothes officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau handcuffed him and escorted him into a car.

Unexpectedly, this guy took advantage of the plainclothes escorting officers' inattention to open the handcuffs, killed two escorting officers, and then escaped.

"There is no greater disaster than underestimating the enemy. Arrogant soldiers will surely be defeated." Zhang Yi said hatefully.

The operational technology training course of the Military Control Commission training class mainly teaches methods of arrest, assassination and tracking, supplemented by the use of pistols, daggers, poison knives, etc., as well as how to pursue and escape.

As for arrest, there will be special training on "arrest techniques" to teach students how to capture the target.

It is easy for several people to catch one person, but it is not an easy task for one person to catch one person, or even one person to catch two or several people.

In addition, there are many research plans on how to successfully take away arrested people in different environments.

For example, when bringing someone down from upstairs, it is very important to consider whether the special agent should walk in front or behind.

Because if you walk in front, you may be pushed down.

If you walk behind, the person you are arresting may roll or jump down without caring about his own safety.

After all, a tenacious agent is not so easy to surrender, and an extremely fierce life-and-death struggle often breaks out.

Therefore, it can be said that Li Ya in "Lost" definitely did not pay attention in this class, did not have any internship, and his skills were not very good.

In the process of escorting prisoners, except for a few who were transported by car, all other forms of escort were by train.

There are many ways to escort prisoners. Generally, they don't use handcuffs or ankle chains. In most cases, they use simple makeup to cover the prisoners' faces, making them unrecognizable and blending in with ordinary people.

Serious criminals are handcuffed and shackled, and have special compartments.

In order to prevent prisoners from escaping, their shoes are usually filled with thumbtacks or nails. If the prisoners are not careful, they will bleed profusely, let alone escape.

Of course, it's too late to say this now.

Hao Aiguo has already escaped, and his line of communication has been completely cut off. Whether he can find him next depends on fate.

"Where do you think he will flee to? Will he sneak back to Mount Emei or go back to Shanghai or Nanjing?"

"From Xichuan Province to Jinling, Shanghai or the Japanese war zone, he must first choose a safer route. During the journey, he will inevitably have to pass through layers of checkpoints and accept various tests and interrogations. Even if he changes his appearance and temperament, it will still be troublesome."

"Will he sneak back to the mountain city?"

"It is very likely that after this incident, the chairman's camp will definitely strengthen its precautions and it will no longer be possible to easily succeed.

If his identity is exposed and his mission fails, he will be punished if he returns directly to the Special High Section. In this case, he is likely to take a desperate risk.

"That's a possibility."

Zhang Yi pondered and said, is it revenge or some premeditated act of sabotage?

unknown.

The root cause is that we know too little about this "Hao Aiguo". In the dead of night, Wang Ruijun, director of the Chongqing City Investigation Office of the Central Bureau of Investigation, returned to his residence with a gloomy look.

After entering the room, he threw his coat and hat aside and went to the bathroom.

The mirror reflected his bruised and swollen face. Although the wounds did not bleed, they were extremely painful.

He looked in the mirror, carefully wiped the wound with alcohol, put on a few pieces of medical adhesive plasters, and sat on the sofa indignantly.

Today, I heard that a top star had come to Yihonglou and wanted to try it out, but I didn't expect to be beaten to it by someone else.

Wang Ruijun asked the madam and heard that the man was just a brother of a brothel, so he wanted to teach him a lesson.

Whoever wanted to drive away the Pao brother had just taken off his pants when several big men in black rushed in and put a gun to his head.

Wang Ruijun was so angry that he revealed his identity directly, but the other party was not at all intimidated and also revealed his identity as a member of the Military Control Commission.

According to the principles of the Military Control Commission's boss Dai, whenever a dispute or fight occurs between the Military Control Commission's personnel and local authorities, they are only allowed to win and not lose.

No matter who was right or wrong, as long as the Military Control Commission won the battle, Dai Chunfeng would at most scold them a few words, but if they lost the battle, they would be severely punished.

Therefore, the people of the Military Control Commission have always been domineering outside. This time, they arrested Wang Ruijun, a member of the Central Control Commission, and naturally he will be in big trouble.

After being beaten, Wang Ruijun was naturally very unconvinced, but he had no way to deal with the other side because of its large numbers and strong power.

I wanted to ask someone to retaliate, but I was afraid of making the matter worse.

"Fuck you, the damn Military Control Commission, the collusion between officials and bandits, I will remember this."

Wang Ruijun was "licking" his wounds while thinking resentfully.

At this moment his stomach started to growl and he remembered that he had not had dinner yet.

He had no choice but to change his clothes depressedly and walk out of the house again.

It was late at night and the restaurants had long been closed. Wang Ruijun searched for a long time before he found a simple noodle shop in an alley.

Just after he walked into the noodle shop, a pair of sinister eyes stared at him in the darkness.

When he came back, Wang Ruijun was whistling cheerfully, with a bottle of cheap wine and a pound of pork head in his hand.

As soon as he entered the room, he sat down on the sofa, put the wine and food in his hand on the table next to him, cracked open the bottle, and took a sip from the bottle first.

The cold wine burned my lungs, my whole body felt warm, and the wound on my face didn't seem to hurt so much anymore.

Wang Ruijun felt very good. The wine that he had looked down upon before now tasted so pleasant to drink.

He blew into the bottle again before moving on to the pig's head.

However, before the pig's head reached his mouth, Wang Ruijun felt something was wrong. There was someone else in the room.

He chewed the pork, pretending to be calm, and quietly reached his right hand into the gap between the sofa behind him to feel around.

However, before he could touch the pistol, there was a "click" sound behind him as the pistol's safety was opened. The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of his head, and a hoarse and indifferent voice sounded:

"Don't look for it, the gun is here with me."

"Who are you? A member of the Military Control Commission?" Wang Ruijun turned back tremblingly and glanced at the owner of the voice.

But surprisingly, this person was not from the Military Control Commission with whom he had clashed before, but a stranger.

The man was about forty years old, of medium build, with broad shoulders and a thick back. He was wearing a black top hat and had a broad forehead with several deep wrinkles on it.

His face was long and thin, with two long triangular eyes under his thick eyebrows, and two sharp, cold rays of light shot out from his bright eyes.

He looked dusty, wearing an old farmer's linen shirt and a pair of dirty cloth shoes.

"who are you?"

The visitor did not answer his question: "Please help me do something."

"who are you?"

"Bang!" The man pressed Wang Ruijun's head onto the table. "It doesn't matter who I am, but I know who you are."

He leaned close to Wang Ruijun's ear and said viciously:
"Do you want me to remind you? Showa 7, Manchuria, Special High Police, interrogation room."

After hearing this information, Wang Ruijun was completely stunned and felt his brain buzzing.

He had never imagined that this person actually knew about the unpleasant experience that he never wanted to recall.

In 1932, when he was just starting out, he went to Northeast China to carry out a mission. He was arrested after someone reported him for eating a bowl of noodles on the train.

The residents in the "Manchukuo" area mainly include Han, Manchu, Mongolian, Korean, etc. Residents are divided by ethnicity and there are differences in levels.

The Japanese prohibited local non-Japanese civilians from eating rice and white flour, and only rationed them with acorn flour and mixed flour that even pigs would not eat.

If you are found eating rice and flour, you will be arrested as an "economic criminal".

If you dare to protest, you will be considered "anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese" and will be labeled a "thought criminal". In the lighter case, you will be thrown into prison and severely tortured.

Serious offenders will be sent to a thought correction institute, and if they dare to protest, they will be executed directly or fed to wolfhounds.

After Wang Ruijun was arrested, he revealed his true identity during the interrogation and was sent directly to the Special High Section.

Faced with severe torture, he finally betrayed and revealed his identity.

But the Special Higher Police did not make things difficult for him. After he wrote a confession, they released him directly.

No one had contacted him over the years, and Wang Ruijun thought that the Japanese had given up on him long ago, and he himself gradually forgot this embarrassing experience.

But at this moment, his heart felt as if it had been doused with ice water, chilling to the bone.

Someone still came to my door.

"Are you from the Special High Section?" Wang Ruijun asked anxiously.

"Yes, I was in the interrogation room when you were interrogating me."

Wang Ruijun glanced at him, but couldn't remember having seen this person before.

"What do you want me to help you with?"

"I need a new identity, the latest intelligence about myself, guns and ammunition, and most importantly, please help me get something."

"Now can you tell me who you are?"

"Hao Aiguo, or Kimura Ichiro."

Wang Ruijun took a deep breath. Isn't this the culprit who planned to murder the Chairman?
Once the Military Control Commission discovered that this person was hiding in his home, Wang Ruijun didn't dare to think further.

He gritted his teeth and said, "There is no problem with the identity and weapon information. What are you looking for?"

Kimura Ichiro had already sensitively sensed Wang Ruijun's emotional changes. He slowly took away the gun from the other's head, stood up and said:
"The thing is in my room in the mountain city. It's a book. You don't need to know the details."

"You are wanted now. The Military Control Commission has probably set up a trap in your house. If I go over to you, wouldn't that be a trap for me?"

"That's your business, figure it out yourself."

"What can I do?"

Wang Ruijun's face turned pale, and he fell to his knees. He cried, beat his chest, and touched the ground with his head:
"Mr. Kimura, I beg you, please let me go. I can help you leave the mountain city. As long as you don't let me die, I can agree to anything. Okay?"

Ichiro Kimura looked at him with disdain as if he had no feelings at all, turned around and sat on the sofa, picked up the pig head and started to eat it voraciously, leaving the desperate Wang Ruijun kneeling on the ground in a daze.

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(End of this chapter)