My spy diary

Chapter 361 Consulate (asking for monthly ticket)
The night is getting deeper, perhaps, it is no longer night, but dawn, the darkest moment before dawn.

Secret contact station.

Zheng Huhe and Tang Ruonan carefully checked the information they got from Hai Yan Saburo under the lamp, but found nothing.

Old Zheng was a little disappointed. Tang Ruonan carefully examined a copied safe key:

"With this, as long as I can buy time, I should be able to open the safe."

"Our insider at No. 76 has received news that tomorrow night, no, tonight at :, the Japanese consulate will hold a banquet to 'celebrate the victory of the North China sweep'. This is the best time to take action."

"But we have never been to the Japanese Consulate. Time is tight, and I don't have time to understand the internal structure of the Navy Club."

"I have one here." Zheng Huhe said as he took out a handkerchief.

Tang Ruonan took it and asked doubtfully:
"You sneaked into the Japanese consulate?"

"Provided by the Military Control Commission."

"Military Control Commission? Are they so kind?" There was a hint of distrust and hostility in Tang Ruonan's words.

"He saw you today and may have guessed our next move."

There was nothing to hide from his comrades and fellow soldiers. Zheng Huhe recounted what happened when he met Zhang Yi today and continued:
"Although we have obtained the map, there is always a gap between the map and the actual situation. We still need to find a way to go in and survey it clearly."

Tang Ruonan stared at him and asked, "Now that you mention it, I remember that this person is really omnipresent, but what is he doing at the Navy Club?
What conspiracy is there between the Military Control Commission and the Japanese? Is the map a trap?"

Zheng Huhe saw her disgust, was silent for a while, and said:
"No, this person is trustworthy."

"Can you trust them? Have you forgotten southern Anhui? Have you forgotten about all of our comrades who were brutally killed by them?"

"Ruonan, I will never forget you."

Zheng Huhe said seriously without hesitation:
"Some hatreds will eventually be settled, but not now. We must first drive out the Japanese invaders.

Therefore, Zhang Yi is worth our efforts. He is the person in charge of the Shanghai Experimental Zone. As long as he is willing to unite with us, we can open up a new situation in Shanghai."

Tang Ruonan shook her head, her face cold and silent.

Zheng Huhe looked at her with a far-reaching gaze:

"We must take a long-term view. United resistance against Japan is the general trend. Only by driving the Japanese invaders away can China have a future."

Tang Ruonan bit her lower lip. She knew that Zheng Huhe was right, but everyone had their own standpoint. She raised her head and asked quietly:

"I'm not against cooperation, but why don't you ask me why I hate the Military Control Commission and the Kuomintang so much?"

Zheng Huhe looked at her with pity.

“I saw a line in your file that said your parents were our early members, and they were arrested and brutally persecuted in 27.

You were at a classmate's house at the time and luckily escaped the disaster. Later, our comrades took you to the Soviet Union, and you returned to Pagoda Mountain in 38.

I know that this is a painful memory for you. I understand your hatred for the KMT, but I have deep respect for those who sacrificed their lives to truly fight against the Japanese, no matter which camp they belonged to. "

Tang Ruonan was silent for a long time before asking:

"But have you ever contacted the Military Control Commission privately and reported this to the organization?"

"I'll take the initiative to explain when the time is right."

Tang Ruonan looked him straight in the eyes and said worriedly:

"You must report today to avoid misunderstandings. Otherwise, you will be subject to investigation or even withdrawn to your hometown. When you arrive at the base, you will be subject to stricter investigation."

"The review will also prove my innocence."

"There's a movement going on over there, it might cost you your life."

Zheng Huhe was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm not afraid."

He looked at Tang Ruonan and said:

"For the sake of revolution, a little injustice is nothing."

Hearing this, Tang Ruonan's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, and she seemed a little confused and at a loss.

"Rest early and conserve your energy. There is another fierce battle waiting for us tonight."

Zheng Huhe said the last sentence and went straight to his room.

Tang Ruonan was still sitting in the chair, looking at the safe key in her hand, lost in thought.

After a while, she suddenly thought of something and her eyes lit up.

"Wu Sang, the Empire has approved our deal. It's a pleasure to work with you."

In the private room of the Navy Club, when Zhang Yi walked in, Fujita had already prepared a table of wine and food and was waiting for his arrival.

Zhang Yi sat down, raised his glass and clinked it with his own:

"As soon as I entered the door, I heard the magpie calling. It was a pleasure to work with you."

Fujita poured him a glass of sake:
"Mr. Wu, I wonder how your money for the goods is going?"

Zhang Yi glanced at him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the money is on the way. We agreed to pay the money and get the goods, so I won't regret it."

"Oh, it's settled then."

"It's a deal. Oh, by the way, could I go take a look at the goods first?"

Fujita smiled perfunctorily.

Zhang Yi's expression changed: "Mr. Fujita, please don't pass off inferior goods as good ones and fool me with bad cotton yarn."

Fujita waved his hand, looked at his watch, and said apologetically:
"Tomorrow, I have to attend the celebration meeting held by the consulate tonight."

"Celebration meeting?" Zhang Yi pretended to be confused.

"A banquet to celebrate the victory of the North China sweep."

Fujita raised his wine glass, looking very proud: "The Red Party came out of nowhere with more than a hundred regiments, and the warriors of the empire were careless and fell into their ambush...

But then we launched a large-scale retaliatory sweep, and under the cover of our planes, artillery and tanks, we killed their deputy chief of staff in one fell swoop. The Red Party suffered heavy losses and retreated into the mountains and forests. Haha, isn't this a great victory?"

Seeing this guy's arrogant look, Zhang Yi wanted to jump up and break his throat.

Fujita was completely unaware. He spoke smugly, but then he seemed to remember something and looked at Zhang Yi with a cold look in his eyes.

"Wu Sang, do you know? I watched the video footage shot by the Empire from the front line a few days ago. I can't forget the look in the eyes of the civilians in the so-called base area when they looked at the Empire soldiers before they died.

It was a hatred that came from deep in their bones, and it made me understand even more clearly that sometimes it was impossible for us to influence and educate the accomplices of these anti-Japanese elements and make them obedient subjects of the Empire of Japan.

The only way to deal with these born rebels is to destroy them, to kill them physically and destroy their spirits in an instant."

"Enough, Fujita, they are also Chinese, why do you say that?" Zhang Yi looked at him coldly and slowly clenched his fists.

"Mr. Wu, please be patient." Fujita smiled and waved his hand.

"They are Chinese, but they support the Red Party. They are our common enemy, aren't they?"

Zhang Yi nodded hesitantly.

Seeing that his statement was recognized, Fujita became even more excited. He leaned forward, poured another glass of wine for Zhang Yi, and said earnestly:
"Mr. Wu, the reason why the Empire agreed to this trade is naturally to show its sincerity for future cooperation. As long as Mr. Chang and his government are willing to divide the river and rule separately, the Empire of Japan can immediately cease fire and join forces to deal with our common enemy."

"I also want peace and a normal life, but I can't decide. However, I will definitely bring back every word of Fujita-kun."

"Oh, that's great." Fujita stood up and bowed deeply.

Zhang Yi bowed and suddenly asked, "Mr. Fujita, how many Chinese have you killed?"

Fujita was stunned for a moment and said, "I am a businessman. I only do business."

"Oh."

"Why do you ask this question so suddenly?"

"Nothing." Zhang Yi naturally would not tell him that he was considering how to kill him in the future. He looked at him and said seriously:

"Then I'll take my leave. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

It was nearly seven o'clock at night.

The entrance of the Japanese Consulate was brightly lit and filled with distinguished guests. A banner reading "Celebrating the victory of the Great Japanese Empire's North China Sweep" was hung on the door.

A group of Japanese officers walked in with their heads held high, while the traitors bowed their heads and held up their invitations with smiles on their faces, passing the guards' inspection and entering one after another. Zhang Yi, who was in disguise, was now mixed in with the traitors, holding his ID with a smile on his face.

At this time, his identity became a clerk in the Political and Economic Department of the Wang Puppet Government.

After Zhang Yi finished the inspection and walked into the hall, he saw military officers, Japanese expatriates, and socialites all there. The scene was extremely lively with cups and glasses clinking.

"There are so many gentlemen and beautiful women here." Zhang Yi sighed as he glanced at the crowd out of the corner of his eye.

He had just taken a glass of wine from the waiter's tray and was chatting with a fat, big-eared traitor while wondering where the Japanese's safe was.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the Red Party female agent Tang Ruonan whom I had met before, appearing at the banquet in a noble and elegant manner, accompanied by the consulate secretary Hai Yan Saburo.

She whispered a few words to Haiyan Saburo, then walked towards the cold food area, looked around, and when no one was paying attention, she was about to put something in a glass of red wine when she saw a strange man looking at her with a smile, and she retracted her hand.

Unable to identify friend or foe, she was about to observe the man a few more times when she saw him turn around.

Tang Ruonan stared at the man's back warily again. She seemed to have seen this figure somewhere before and it was extremely suspicious. She thought secretly and threw a red pill into a goblet filled with red wine.

On the other side, Fujita and several people from the Matsu Agency walked in swaggeringly.

Keiko Yamaguchi was wearing a kimono, lowering her head and following behind in small steps.

At this time, she heard one of the two traitors chatting next to her speak a familiar word, and she couldn't help but look up.

Zhang Yi was listening to the fat and big-eared traitor bragging about how happy he had been in Japan when he suddenly felt as if there were more than one pair of eyes staring at him from behind.

The agent was so sensitive that he didn't turn around. Instead, he said "excuse me" and walked towards the crowd with his glass of wine.

Keiko Yamaguchi followed the mysterious figure under the light, and the image of her sitting with Fujita at the Navy Club that night appeared in her mind. In a trance, the figure disappeared from her sight, which immediately made her alert.

"Wu Tiansang? Is that him?"

Zhang Yi, who was hiding in the crowd, caught a glimpse of Yamaguchi Keiko going upstairs with Fujita and others, and thought to himself that it was bad. He did not expect that Fujita would bring this senior spy from the Special High Section code-named "Rattlesnake" to the banquet. Once this woman's keen sense of smell discovered his identity, bad things would definitely happen.

She must be dealt with one step ahead.

As he was thinking this, Zhang Yi caught a glimpse of a Japanese plainclothes soldier with bow legs walking towards him. He pretended not to notice and bumped into him head-on.

Just as the plainclothes officer "Eight" was about to get angry, he heard Zhang Yi say in Japanese:
"Feel sorry."

The plainclothes officer was stunned: "Are you a Japanese expatriate?"

Zhang Yi glanced around cautiously and whispered, "Soldier, I just came back from the front line. I am currently on business with Wang Tianhai. My identity must be kept secret. Do you understand?"

The plainclothes officer understood: "Understood."

"My name is Xiaoye, what's yours?"

"Matsuichi Ichiro."

"Matsushita-kun, can you take me to the bathroom? I'm not familiar with this place."

"My pleasure." Matsushita Ichiro smiled, turned around and led the way, and Zhang Yi followed him calmly.

"This is the restroom. It uses the most advanced flush toilet in our Great Japanese Empire, not the old rope-pulling ones. Ono-kun?"

When they arrived at the bathroom door on the second floor, Matsushita Ichirō introduced the situation. After a long while, when he saw that Ono didn't move, he quickly turned around.

But Ono raised his hands with a smile, pressed them on his head in front of his surprised eyes, and then turned them around like shaking a rattle.

Everything happened so fast that Matsushita Ichiro had almost no time to react before his neck was broken.

Zhang Yi supported the staggering man, dragged him into the bathroom, found a partition and squeezed him in. Then he found Matsushita Ichirō's pistol, checked it, put it in his arms, and walked out as if nothing had happened.

He was washing his hands at the sink when he heard light footsteps. Just as he was about to turn around, Yamaguchi Keiko's hypocritical smile was reflected in the glass.

She was not wearing clogs, only white socks, and she was holding a silent pistol in her hand.

"Wu Tiansang? Is that you?" she said in broken Chinese. "I'm so glad to see you."

"The ghost lingers."

Zhang Yi cursed inwardly, thinking that he had come at the perfect time. Seeing that she had exposed his identity, he simply stopped pretending.

"How did you find out?"

"Voice? I have studied opera and I am particularly sensitive to sound. Although you have changed the way you speak, the tone of your voice cannot be changed, unless you destroy your throat." Yamaguchi Keiko said proudly.

"Amazing! You are indeed a high-ranking spy from the Special High Section."

Yamaguchi Keiko's face changed, flashing a sinister cold light:
"What else do you know?"

"Then you have to answer me a question first."

"explain."

"Does Fujita-kun know that you are here?"

Yamaguchi Keiko sneered, "You want to know whether I have reported to Fujita-kun that you sneaked into the Japanese consulate? You really have multiple identities."

"Same here. Do you think Fujita knows that you were sent by the Special Higher Police to monitor him?"

"That is our internal affairs of the Great Japanese Empire. You don't need to worry about it."

"Don't be angry, Miss Huizi. You look better when you're gentle. How about we make a deal?"

"Okay!"

Keiko Yamaguchi smiled playfully. She wanted to see what tricks this sneaky Chinese man was up to.

I must bring him in front of Fujita later, expose his true face in person, and let Fujita know how stupid he is.

She had proposed yesterday that the Chinese man be kept at the Naval Club so that he could be monitored and observed at all times.

Because no matter whether it is an official or an agent sent by Shancheng to negotiate, they will be extremely alert during the negotiation and not reveal any flaws. But when facing a gentle woman, he will not be so alert and may reveal some of his true nature.

As long as we can grasp his weakness, we can force him to submit, instigate him to rebel, and thus plant a nail in the mountain city and use it for our own benefit.

But when the stupid Fujita saw that he was rejected, he gave up insisting. What an ignorant guy he was.

Fortunately, Miss Keiko, the best agent of the Empire of Japan, used her superb professional skills to see through the enemy's evil plan.

"Hand over your gun."

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Zhang Yi honestly took out his pistol and said with a smile:

"My pistol is just for show. It has no bullets at all."

"Stand where you are and don't move."

Keiko Yamaguchi stared at him vigilantly, walked forward slowly, put the gun against Zhang Yi's chest with one hand, and dodged the pistol with the other hand.

As soon as she got the gun, she sneered, "You're kidding me. Do you think a high-level agent who has been trained by the devil can't tell whether there is a bullet in the gun?"

In a flash, Zhang Yi seized the opportunity, grabbed her wrist holding the gun, twisted it towards the ceiling, and kicked her at the same time.

"Boom"

When the bullet hit the ceiling, Keiko Yamaguchi felt pain and decisively gave up her silent pistol.

She smiled grimly, stood up from the ground with a somersault, and pulled the trigger of Zhang Yi's gun without hesitation.

The firing pin made a "click" sound, and as expected, it was a hollow sound.

At the moment when Yamaguchi Keiko was stunned, Zhang Yi's index finger had already accurately placed on the trigger, and without saying a word, he shot her in the head.

She fell down.

Zhang Yi sneered, pried her hand apart and took his pistol:

"My habit is to never load the first magazine with bullets."

As he spoke, he spat out a bullet from his mouth, reloaded it into the magazine, walked out of the bathroom, and fired several shots at the huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the lobby on the first floor.

"There are assassins."

"Someone has been poisoned."

As the fragments fell, another urgent cry was heard from inside the hall.

In an instant, the lobby of the consulate was in chaos.

……

(End of this chapter)