My spy diary

Chapter 351 Arrest (please vote)

The night is already deep.

Zhang Yi, Monkey and Qian Xiaosan were still trying to crack the address book in the office. Next to them was a pile of various books that they had searched from Kimura's house.

Monkey frowned and said, "Director He is too much. This is the clue you got. What right does he have to intervene? He didn't dig deep into the Red Party case, and now he is targeting Japanese spies. It's too much..."

"Greedy?" Zhang Yi said with a smile. It would be strange if anyone was not tempted by the great merit that was about to be obtained.

"Will Director He's tricks work on the Japanese? I heard that even 'truth serum' was used. Even if Kimura wanted to speak, he didn't have a tongue." Qian Xiaosan smiled meanly and evilly.

"Never mind, it's more important to decipher the code."

"The Telecommunications Department has tried so many methods but can't find any useful clues. Unfortunately, we don't know this guy's real birthday or wedding anniversary."

"That's why we have to look for clues in the books he reads every day."

Zhang Yi flipped through the address book, wondering what secrets were hidden behind these strings of encrypted numbers.

Need addition, subtraction, multiplication and division to decipher?
So what is this base number?

A special holiday or Kimura's lucky number?
Thinking of this, he wrote down the numbers 1932 and 1937 under a string of numbers in the address book and tried it out.

82334596 divided by 1932
82334596 divided by 1937
All to no avail.

The numbers I got do not correspond to any page numbers or Chinese characters in the book.

Since division didn't work, he started trying subtraction.

Until I wrote down a math equation - 82334596 minus 1932
He turned to a page in the book according to the number he got from the formula, moved his finger under a word on a certain line or page, and finally got the word "王".

Then, he found the second string of numbers, again subtracting 1932.
Move your finger to a word on a certain line or page of the book, and get the word "qiang" again.

Zhang Yi was delighted as he finally got a name instead of some incomprehensible gibberish.

1932 should be an extremely important year for Kimura. If I am not mistaken, this should be the time when he came to China.

Setting foot on foreign soil and starting his life as a lurker are numbers that Kimura will never forget.

After understanding this, Zhang Yi continued to flip through the book, and soon a string of words appeared on the paper: No. 32 Beicheng Road.

Wang Qiang lives at No. 32 Beicheng Road.

Zhang Yi guessed that this should be the name and address of the undercover spy. With these two pieces of information, this person would be doomed.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"District Chief?" Monkey and Qian Xiaosan noticed that something was wrong with him and looked up at him at the same time, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Found it. It's 1932. Subtract it from the number in the address book. Check the result in the book. Quick, speed up."

"That's great. The district chief is really thoughtful." The two men couldn't suppress their joy on their faces.

"Stop flattering and get to work."

"Yes."

Ten minutes later, information on seven more hidden spies was found.

Looking at the series of names on the paper, Zhang Yixin said that it was no wonder that Kimura had to take the risk to sneak back to Yamashiro after his identity was exposed. These people were his bargaining chips.

Once these eight well-trained spies are awakened, they will wait in the dark for an opportunity to engage in sabotage activities, with disastrous consequences.

After a moment of thought, Zhang Yi took another piece of blank paper, cut it into strips, and rewrote the names and addresses on them.

He looked at his watch and saw that it was eleven o'clock at night. It was getting dark, so he immediately gave the order:
"Immediately notify all the operatives of the Intelligence Section to assemble in groups of four and act as one.

You two will be in charge of the inspection, and try to capture them alive, but if you encounter anyone who resists fiercely, you can just shoot them dead."

"Yes."

"Everyone check your weapons. Bring plenty of bullets and grenades to be prepared. --Execute."

"Yes." Upon hearing the order, Monkey and Qian Xiaosan immediately saluted, picked up the list and went to make arrangements.

Soon, several cars came out of the Operations Department compound and drove to different places.

Hearing the noise, Director He Shangyou looked at the secretary beside him in disbelief:
"Section Chief Zhang is really too capable. He cracked the password that even the Telecommunications Department couldn't crack?"

The secretary thought about it and said, "It was probably just dumb luck that he guessed it right."

"You're so lucky, right?"

"coincide."

The secretary nodded. "Of course, there is another possibility. Section Chief Zhang had already obtained the password from Kimura. He was afraid that we would steal his credit, so he deliberately said that there was another encryption lock and even asked the cryptography expert from the Telecommunications Department to act. He was deliberately leading us astray. Otherwise, why would he hand over Kimura so readily?"

"Is that so?" He Shangyou thought with a gloomy face, "No wonder he gathered people and started arresting people as soon as we started the interrogation."

"Not only that, if he had told us the code in advance and found the hidden Japanese spies, you would have been in charge of arresting them. In this case, all the success of tonight's battle would belong to him alone."

He Shangyou pursed his lips and said sourly:

"He thinks he's strong enough. He's the district chief, on an equal footing with me, the director. How could he take me seriously?"

"That's right. I really don't know why Boss Dai put him in the Intelligence Department."

The secretary said with a flattering smile, "Of course, he is your subordinate as the section chief after all. No matter how great his achievements are, they are also an honor for the department. When the director knows about it, he will also praise you for your good leadership."

He Shangyou thought about it and felt relieved. He had just cracked an important Red Party case, and the achievement of arresting a Japanese spy was just icing on the cake. There was nothing to regret.

After all, he was arrested by a certain department, so he, as the director of the department, also benefited from it, and the result was good.

After a while, He Shangyou frowned again: “But there should still be some restrictions on his rights.

Boss Dai has arranged for him to take charge of the Intelligence Section in an unusual way. He must be dissatisfied with our inability to achieve results. However, catching Japanese spies is one thing, catching the Red Party is another. We must not lose our base. "

"I understand." The secretary nodded and said, "We have our own people in the Intelligence Department. If we find any clues about the Red Party in the future, we can secretly seize them."

"Yeah." He Shangyou looked at the secretary and smiled with satisfaction. After a pause, he suddenly interjected:
"How is the Nirvana Project going?"

"I have drawn up a list. According to your request, all the personnel will be selected from the core members of the Three Youth League."

"Doesn't the Red Party welcome all young people who are committed to revolution to visit Pagoda Mountain with open arms? Then I will let them get what they want." A sinister smile flashed across He Shangyou's lips, and he said confidently.

After careful planning and preparation, several groups of operatives were sent to sneak into the border areas in batches to implement the ambush and assassination plans. However, they either returned empty-handed or were arrested for not keeping the plan secret. Boss Dai was very annoyed, so He Shangyou began to plan a new plan.

This time he did not use anyone from the Military Intelligence Bureau, but directly selected people from the Three Youth League in order to maintain secrecy.

In addition, he planned to add some bait to this plan, so as to achieve the goal of killing two birds with one stone.

In the dark night, at No. 32 Beicheng Road, two cars stopped far away.

Qian Xiaosan was sitting in the front car, looking at Wang Qiang's courtyard from afar through the car window.

He took out the person's information again, took a look at it, and smiled.

It was really unexpected that a latent Japanese spy became the deputy chief of the criminal investigation department of a police station.

"Keep your eyes open and move!" Qian Xiaosan gave an order, and the plainclothes officers immediately held their pistols, opened the car doors in an orderly and rapid manner, got out of the cars, and approached Wang Qiang's home quietly and silently from two directions.

The courtyard was quiet.

The plainclothes officers slowly came to his yard and surrounded him.

The plainclothes officer closest to the door listened at the gate, then turned around and nodded to the team members.

Two team members immediately set up a scaffolding, ready to carry the other person to the top of the wall.

At this critical moment, suddenly, a hand grabbed him.

Several people turned their heads and saw the plainclothes police officer who was at the gate. He hushed and pointed inside the courtyard.

In the silent night, there was a sudden burst of rapid breathing and messy friction sounds coming from Wang Qiang's house.

"what happened?"

"The lights in the house suddenly came on."

"What? Did he discover us?"

"Probably not." Several people said, and at the same time turned their eyes to Qian Xiaosan, waiting for him to make the final decision.

"Wait a minute."

Wang Qiang had no idea what was happening outside. At the moment, he was desperately pulling his wife at home, trying to stop her from making a phone call.

The woman was in her early twenties, with fair skin and beautiful looks. She was a nurse in a hospital. She had given birth to a child, but her figure was still very slim.

In such a quiet night, any loud noise would wake up the neighbors. Although Wang Qiang had a fierce look in his eyes, he did not dare to kill him, and the situation was at a stalemate for a while.

At this moment, his wife held a knife in one hand and tightly grasped the telephone receiver with the other hand, and was about to start dialing.

In desperation, Wang Qiang rushed forward, grabbed the knife, grabbed her hair, and cut off the telephone line directly.

The wife struggled hard and shouted angrily: "You are Japanese, you are killing me."

Wang Qiang blocked her mouth and looked down at his angry wife:
"How did you know that? Keep your voice down, or I'll kill you."

"You were talking in your sleep." The wife looked him in the eye without flinching, staring at him as if she wanted to kill him with her gaze.

Wang Qiang had a grim look on his face. He had just returned from the police station an hour ago. He heard that the General Administration was cooperating with the Military Control Commission to capture a Japanese spy today. He hoped to get some useful information, but got nothing.

Coming back exhausted, he listened at the bedroom door as usual.

The door was closed and he could hear the soft breathing of his wife and son from the bedroom. He hesitated for a moment but did not go in. He turned around, walked to the sofa and lay down with his clothes on.

But it is not so easy to fall asleep. As a latent spy, he is on edge every day, afraid of revealing any flaws, especially since the Military Control Commission has been arresting people everywhere these days.

Not long after he fell into a drowsy sleep, he suddenly felt someone standing next to him.

He sat up suddenly, gasping for air in shock, and saw that there was indeed someone watching him - his wife in pajamas was standing motionless beside the sofa.

"Why are you up?" Wang Qiang looked at her in surprise.

His wife did not answer him. She stared into his eyes and said word by word:
"Wang Qiang, you are a Japanese spy."

What happened next was that his wife was about to call and report him.

Wang Qiang was silent for a while, then said expressionlessly, "In three years, I have never talked in my sleep."

"You did, and you spoke in Japanese."

The wife was already crying, but she couldn't hide the hatred in her eyes:
"Why do you know Japanese? Haven't you ever left the mountain city? Your identity is fake, right?

I don't want to destroy this family, but you are Japanese, a Jap devil, and your people bombed the mountain city, and my parents and sister died in the bombing. This is all your fault."

Wang Qiang snorted coldly: "I didn't kill them, it has nothing to do with me...

If you keep your mouth shut about this matter, I can spare your life, otherwise..."

"How about otherwise?"

"I can only kill you."

"A beast is a beast. I believed your lies and married you." The wife had a look of despair on her face, and suddenly bit Wang Qiang's arm.

Wang Qiang let her bite, grabbed her hair tightly, and continued to whisper in her ear:

"I'll give you one more chance. As long as you can keep the secret, I can spare your life and take you to the Empire of Japan in the future."

"Let me go, someone come and help me!" the wife said in a low voice and suddenly screamed.

Wang Qiang's face changed and his eyes instantly burned with rage. Like an enraged beast, he threw away the knife in his hand, grabbed his wife, and grasped her neck tightly with his hands like iron pliers.

His finger joints turned white from the force, and veins popped out on his arms.

The woman's eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair. She desperately pried his fingers apart with her hands, trying to struggle against the restraints. Her feet kept kicking around, hitting objects around the sofa, making banging noises.

Wang Qiang's face was twisted with anger, his teeth were clattering, and a deep roar escaped from between his teeth:

"Die."

As he spoke, the strength in his hands continued to increase.

The woman's face gradually turned red, then blue, her tongue stuck out involuntarily, her breathing became rapid and difficult, and the breath of life was fading away bit by bit.

Suddenly, Wang Qiang seemed to hear something in a trance. He listened carefully, and when he heard nothing, he continued to exert force.

At this moment, there was a loud bang and two plainclothes officers with guns broke into the room.

Wang Qiang looked back and his face looked ashen.

"Bang" "Bang"

Two bullets hit his shoulder and thigh one after the other.

Wang Qiang got anxious and suddenly stopped what he was doing. Just as he was about to reach for his gun, another bullet shot into his shoulder blade. He staggered and fell to the ground.

Plainclothes officers rushed over and subdued him.

A plainclothes officer glanced at the woman, whose face was as pale as paper and motionless, sniffed her breath, shook his head and said:
"I'm out of breath."

Qian Xiaosan followed in, his eyes swept across the woman's beautiful face, and after a slight hesitation, he walked up to her and felt the temperature of her neck, saying:

"There is still hope."

As he said this, he immediately laid the woman flat on the ground, pinched her nose and performed artificial respiration.

Once, twice. Until Qian Xiaosan's cheeks turned red from holding it in, a faint cough finally came from the woman's throat.

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(End of this chapter)