My spy diary

Chapter 364 Ambush (asking for monthly ticket)

"Fujita-kun, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yi found Fujita of the Song Agency early in the morning, this time not at the Naval Club, but at the Song Agency's office in Hongkou.

As soon as I walked into the office, I saw Fujita sitting cross-legged on a couch in a kimono, with one arm bandaged around his neck, and he looked haggard.

Fujita looked gloomy: "Uh, I was accidentally shot last night, damn anti-Japanese element."

"Has the murderer been caught?"

"Wanted." Fujita seemed reluctant to talk about last night's gunfight and sighed softly.

"Ms. Keiko also died heroically for her country."

"Hui Zi? Who would attack such a gentle and skilled woman? Isn't this too inhumane?" Zhang Yi looked incredulous.

Fujita cursed him as a bastard, his eyes showing a cold look:

"I will definitely help her avenge this."

"What a pity, Miss Keiko."

Zhang Yi sighed and whispered, "When I first met you, it was like an old friend returning. What a pity."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Wu actually knows how to be gentle and considerate to women." Fujita grinned and smiled gently.

Zhang Yi looked at him and smiled mischievously: "As long as he is a man, he will be kind to women, especially beautiful women."

"Yoshi." Fujita smiled ambiguously, leaned forward and whispered:
"Although Miss Keiko is no longer with us, there are still many girls at the Great Japanese Officers Club, both plump and thin. How about we go and have a chat tonight?"

Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows: "Is she as pretty as Miss Huizi?"

Fujita looked at him and laughed.

The laughter eased the gloomy atmosphere a little. Zhang Yi paused and said:

"Fujita-kun, I came to see you today for something important."

"Oh, going to the warehouse to check the goods? No problem, you can leave anytime."

Zhang Yi shook his head: "Not to check the goods."

Fujita frowned and looked at him.

"Our special envoy carrying the payment will arrive in Shanghai this morning, but I received news that No. 76 and the gendarmerie have already targeted him."

Zhang Yi looked solemn, even a little worried.

“If this person is arrested, it will inevitably affect our transactions and even future cooperation.”

"What? How did they get the information? Isn't this a bit too coincidental?" Fujita wondered.

"I have a question."

Zhang Yi didn't respond. He naturally wouldn't tell Fujita that it was Li Kaifeng's traitor that caused the information leak. He changed the subject and asked, "Who do you think No. 76 is loyal to?"

"Of course, I am loyal to the Empire of Japan and the Emperor."

"No, their first loyalty is to Wang Tianhai's Nanjing government."

Zhang Yi looked at him intently:
"I heard that Wang Tianhai was greatly humiliated because of the incident with Tang Jili. Although he did not dare to embarrass Mr. Tang on the surface, his wife, Ms. Chen, cursed him whenever she had the chance, and even said that she would not be able to relieve her hatred unless she killed Mr. Tang alive.

This time, you have started cooperation with us. Although Wang dare not openly oppose Japan's policies and plans, who can guarantee that he will not do bad things secretly?

Mr. Fujita, this is not a matter of face. He is afraid that you Japanese will treat him as an abandoned child, and he will fall into a miserable situation with no one to rely on, nowhere to go, and no way out. "

Fujita fell into deep thought. From the perspective of interests, the Wang Puppet Regime and No. 76 did have this motive.

But moving south was a strategy that the Japanese Empire had already decided on. How could it be easily changed because of the barking of a few domestic dogs?

Besides, what is Fujita busying about for? It's all power, status, and honor. How can he let the cooked duck fly away like that?

Coming back to his senses, Fujita said with a serious expression:
"Wu Sang, don't worry, no one can break our cooperation!"

He stood up and picked up the phone: "Please connect me to the military police."

Zhang Yi drove past the dock in Fujita's car. People were coming and going on the dock. Workers were shouting as they moved goods. Some ships were docking and some were leaving.

Some people were carrying their luggage onto the boat, while others were calling out the names of their relatives and friends as they got off the boat. Everything seemed calm.

But with years of experience as an agent, Zhang Yi could see the clues at a glance.

For example, the two people at the ticket gate who were watching the people entering the terminal...

There were several strong young men wandering aimlessly in the crowd. They were most likely plainclothes agents of No. 76 and the Japanese gendarmerie.

The ship that Xie Mengfan was on had not arrived yet, and No. 76 was already taking such precautions on the outskirts. The security inside the dock would only be even tighter. Fortunately, he pulled Fujita over.

As soon as the car that Fujita was riding in appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of plainclothes officer No. 76. However, there was a Japanese plaster flag flying on the car, so they did not dare to go forward to check and had to report it to the higher authorities.

"A car flying the Japanese flag?"

Xiaodao pondered for a moment, "Anti-Japanese elements have always been cunning. Who knows if they are pretending to be someone else? Have you verified the identity information of the license plate?"

A Japanese plainclothes officer said, "Not yet."

"What are you waiting for?" Xiaodao glared at him fiercely.

"No matter who he is, if he dares to come to the dock to rescue anti-Japanese elements, I will catch him in one fell swoop."

As he spoke, he waved his hand:

"Pass on my order. Once the Maosheng cruise ship docks, no one is allowed to enter or leave the dock. All passenger ships will not be allowed to pass until we capture Xie Mengfan."

"Hi."

The plainclothes officer bowed and trotted off to convey the order.

Xiaodao listened to the whistle of a passenger ship in the distance and sneered.

He raised the telescope, and in the camera, the "beggar" on the street stretched and sat up. The black car at No. 76 on the corner started the engine, and everyone was ready to go.

The whistle was getting closer and closer, and the Maosheng was approaching the shore.

There were many people at the dock, but not a single passenger. They were all Japanese spies dressed in black and plainclothes officer No. 76 pretending to be tourists or passers-by.

Xiaodao raised his hand to check his watch, then looked around vigilantly. There were no plainclothes officers from the Military Control Commission to pick him up, not even a suspicious person. None of the expected accidents occurred, which made him even more uneasy.

Could it be that there is something wrong with Li Shijun’s source of information?

Just as he was thinking suspiciously, he saw Wu Sibao from No. 76 coming up with a few plainclothes officers escorting two people.

One old and one young, both had bruised noses and swollen eyes.

The young man, dressed in a suit and tie, struggled hard, his handsome face distorted by fear.

The old man was dressed in a long gown and seemed calm, but his weak and trembling limbs made Xiaodao realize at a glance that he was trying to hide something.

"Mr. Xiaodao, this man is Xie Mengfan, and the old man is his butler."

"吆西."

Xiaodao nodded knowingly and put on a smiling face:
"Mr. Xie, Butler Xie, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Kojima, stationed at Special Agent Headquarters No. 76 of the Imperial Japanese Army."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and held Xie Mengfan's trembling hand, looking very kind and amiable:

"Once you're in Shanghai, it's like being at home. Come with us."

"I don't know you, why are you arresting us?" Xie Mengfan moved his stiff face and glared at him angrily.

"Young Master, please say less." Butler Xie reminded anxiously, wanting to cry but without the tears.

Xie Mengfan is the younger brother of Minister Kong's mistress, and has been hanging around in the Ministry of Finance. This time, Minister Kong sent him out to make some money for promotion, and by the way, to monitor the cotton yarn trade between the Military Control Commission and the Japanese and make a fortune from it.

But who would have thought that they would be captured by the Japanese just as they were about to disembark. Although they had thousands of guesses in their minds, they did not know where they had revealed their flaws. However, at this time, it was difficult for a scholar to explain himself to a soldier, so he could only smile flatteringly and say:
"It's all up to you, Madam Tai."

Xiaodao smiled and said, "Yo, a man who knows the current situation is a hero."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Japanese plainclothes officer ran over panting and whispered something to him.

Kojima was stunned. "Mr. Fujita from the Matsu Agency? What is he doing here at the dock?"

"He said he came to greet the distinguished guests from the mountain city, and also said..."

"What else can you say?"

"He also said that he had informed the gendarmerie and asked us to stop the operation immediately."

Kojima's eyes were sharp: "Reason?"

"I asked him, and he said it was a secret of the Empire of Japan."

"Baka." Kojima glared at him angrily, winked at him to keep an eye on the man, and then went to Fujita to argue with him in a rage.

In the car, Zhang Yi sat in the back seat without saying a word. He looked at Xiaodao who was approaching with a gloomy face and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"Captain Fujita, I am from the Military Police"

Before Kojima could finish his words, Fujita impatiently showed him his ID from the Matsushita Agency and said viciously:

"I've already called your military police. You can call back now to verify. Quick! If you disturb our distinguished guests from the Song Agency and delay the military's important matters, you will be in big trouble."

Kojima quickly stood at attention and saluted, then turned around angrily to make a phone call.

After a while, he came back dejectedly, with a gloomy face, and waved his hand:
"Hand him over to the Song Agency."

"Xiaodao-kun." Wu Sibao came forward and asked in confusion, "We are following Director Li's orders. Why should we let him go?"

"This is an order from the Empire of Japan."

"I want to call Director Li."

"Baka!" Xiaodao raised his hand and slapped him, venting all his anger on him and shouting:
"Wu Sang, I remind you, don't forget your identity. Even your Chairman Wang is a loyal hound of our Great Japanese Emperor. The order of the Great Japanese Empire is the highest mission."

After saying this, he turned and left. Wu Sibao was so angry that he trembled all over, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand angrily: "Retreat."

The plainclothes officers of No. 76 looked at each other in bewilderment, and hurriedly left Xie Mengfan and Butler Xie behind. "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Fujita." Zhang Yi thanked him and went up to meet him.

The two Xie family members who survived the disaster sat powerlessly on the ground, gasping for breath weakly.

"Mr. Wu, you're welcome. It's my job. I hope this cooperation can facilitate the China-Japan negotiations and restore normal diplomatic relations. Then our work will be easier."

"Yeah, I really hope that day will come soon." Zhang Yi said hypocritically, but he sneered in his heart.

He looked at the two Xie family members who were more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything, winked at them, and said calmly:
"You two have come a long way and must have worked hard. Please get in the car. I will welcome you to the hotel and calm your nerves."

"Oh, oh." After receiving Zhang Yi's eyes, Butler Xie recovered and hurriedly helped Xie Mengfan up.

"Master, our people are here to pick us up. We are finally safe."

Xie Mengfan's face turned pale, and he stared at Zhang Yi:

"What's your name, Zhang?"

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Yi suddenly took a step forward and slapped him in the face.

Xie Mengfan was hit so hard that half of his body was tilted sideways. When he stood up again, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"You know me."

Before he could finish, Zhang Yi slapped him again, this time with greater force, causing Xie Mengfan to stagger and fall directly to the ground.

"Stop!" Butler Xie shouted immediately and rushed forward to stop it.

Zhang Yi looked gloomy, squatting down and looking down at him: "You came to Shanghai to do business, not to act like a second-generation rich kid. If you don't know how to talk, just shut up. Do you understand?"

Having said that, he looked at Butler Xie meaningfully again.

"I understand. I understand that everything is decided by you, sir."

"That's good, get in the car." Zhang Yi turned around and winked at Monkey and Qian Xiaosan, asking them to keep an eye on the person and not to say anything else.

Behind him, a pair of sharp eyes were staring at him. Zhang Yi knew that it was Xie Mengfan's hateful look. If this man had a gun in his hand at this moment, he might shoot him.

When Zhang Yi thought about how the people above were acting recklessly in order to maintain checks and balances and consolidate their own power and interests, without any regard for the safety of those on the front line, and sending such a fool, a layer of gloom welled up in his heart.

"Wu Sang, what's wrong with you? Why are you so angry all of a sudden?"

Fujita came over at this time and looked at him with interest.

Zhang Yi didn’t know whether what Xie Mengfan said just now had aroused Fujita’s vigilance and suspicion.

Although this person is not an agent, as the head of the Song Agency, he has seen countless people. Perhaps, like himself, he would habitually observe some small movements of people around him when they communicate, so as to analyze their emotions at the moment and judge whether they are lying or covering up.

When Zhang Yi talks to people, his brain is always processing this information, analyzing and judging the psychological characteristics of the person in front of him at that moment, so as to make the most appropriate behavior. I wonder if Fujita will do the same.

Seeing Fujita looking at him, he relaxed, sighed deliberately, and explained:

"Just venting some unhappiness."

"Unhappy? What do you mean?" Fujita looked at him with a smile.

"I consider Fujita-kun my friend, so I'll say a few words from my heart."

Zhang Yi pointed at the backs of the two Xie family members getting into the car and said, "They are the confidants of Minister Kong of the Ministry of Finance. Who is Minister Kong? Fujita-kun should know, right?"

Fujita nodded: "Mr. Chang's brother-in-law."

Zhang Yi said: "Yes, Minister Kong can send his confidant, which shows that the Shancheng government attaches great importance to this matter. This is a good thing, but it may not be the case for Wu."

"how do I say this?"

"Have you ever heard of the story of when the birds have all flown away and the good bows are hidden?"

"Does the latter sentence mean that after the rabbit dies, the dog meat will be roasted and eaten?" Fujita smiled proudly. "I like Chinese culture very much. Does this sentence mean that after something succeeds, the people who have contributed to it will be kicked away?"

Zhang Yi smiled and nodded, pretending to be lonely.

"I see!" Fujita suddenly realized. He looked at Zhang Yi sympathetically and asked, "Wu Sang, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I can only take it one step at a time." Zhang Yi shrugged.

Fujita kept looking at Zhang Yi, thinking to himself without saying anything.

Zhang Yi saw through his thoughts and said with a smile, "Mr. Fujita, you are not going to turn me against me, right?"

Fujita smiled faintly: "Since your government cannot give you rights, status, and honor, why should you be loyal to it?"

"I'm just a nobody, I have no choice."

"Are you willing to sacrifice for such a government?"

"I don't want others to call me a traitor or a traitor."

"You can't say such harsh words. As long as Wu Sang is willing to cooperate with me and be my eyes, ears and mouthpiece in Shancheng, there will be a lot of money. As long as you pass this test, you can be reborn and truly become a friend of the Great Japanese Empire."

"I need to think about this carefully."

Seeing that Zhang Yi was about to give in, Fujita smiled triumphantly.

Zhang Yi looked at his watch and said, "Fujita-kun, go back. I hope the goods can be safely on the road tomorrow."

"I promise."

Fujita nodded meaningfully, "I hope Mr. Wu can give me a satisfactory answer as soon as possible."

"it is good."

On the other side, Wu Sibao returned to No. 76 with a sullen face, pushed open the door of Li Shijun's office, slammed his Browning pistol and ID on the table, and said angrily:
"Director Li, I quit."

Li Shijun was reading a copy of the China Daily. He said calmly,

"What's wrong with you? Put your gun away."

“I just don’t find it interesting.”

Wu Sibao reported everything that happened at the dock and continued:
"The Japanese are obviously colluding with the Military Control Commission. They don't regard us as human beings at all, but as dogs. They trample on us as they please. Once we disobey their orders, we will immediately become a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh. If this continues, I won't know how to write my name when I die. I don't want to do this anymore."

Li Shijun seemed to be thinking about something, and after thinking for a while he said:

"Business is a two-way street. The shortage of materials caused by war requires mutual benefit on both sides. Cooperation is cooperation and war is war. Sibao, you don't understand politics. You are just looking at things in a fog. There is still a layer of separation after all."

Wu Sibao stiffened his neck and looked unconvinced.

Li Shijun continued, "We are Chairman Wang's men. No matter what the Japanese plan is, we share the same goal in dealing with anti-Japanese elements, eradicating anti-Japanese organizations in Shanghai, and stabilizing the overall situation of the Nanjing government."

As he said this, he opened the drawer and took out a piece of paper:

"Newly received intelligence."

Wu Sibao was startled and took the information: "No. 37 Wuhui Road, French Concession?"

"The Military Intelligence Group of Shanghai will hold a meeting here today."

"When?"

"at noon."

Wu Sibao said without thinking:
"I'll bring someone over right away."

Li Shijun said: "I will let all the agents lurking in the concession of the secret service headquarters cooperate with your actions.

Sibao, as long as you catch them all and find out the address of Zhang Yi, the head of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Division, I will give you the honor and status you want, and then Xiaodao will sincerely apologize to you."

"Yes, I will ensure that the task is completed!" Wu Sibao smiled cruelly and walked away contentedly.

At this time, Yang Wenxuan and Liu Kui had already led their men to ambush at No. 37 opposite No. 28 Wuhui Road, and at No. 35 and No. 39 next door.

The three points are diagonally arranged, forming a small firepower network.

Half an hour later, the car carrying Wu Sibao and Agent No. 76 stopped far away on the road opposite No. 37 Wuhui Road.

After waiting for a while, a dozen spies disguised as patrolmen, vendors and passers-by slowly arrived.

Through the telescope, seeing Wu Sibao getting out of the car and pointing at Apartment No. 37 Wuhui Road, Yang Wenxuan was obviously assigning a task. He sneered, turned the gun towards him without hesitation, and pulled the trigger: "Shoot!"

There was a gunshot, and then several shots were fired simultaneously.

Wu Sibao was shot in the spine and fell to the ground. He crawled up with gritted teeth and hid in the car.

The spies around him fell to the ground one by one or fled in panic, bullets flew and blood splattered everywhere.

"Captain, save me!"

Wu Sibao endured the pain and jumped into the car. Just as he was about to start the engine, one of his men opened the door.

The next second, with a bang, a bullet pierced through the man's forehead, and he fell to the ground, with blood splattering all over Wu Sibao.

Another spy rushed into the car while firing back. Just as he was about to close the door, Wu Sibao kicked him down.

"Get out of the way." He shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator in fear. Black smoke billowed, but the car didn't move.

While dodging the bullets, Wu Sibao stuck his head out to look and saw several bodies trapped under the wheels. His face was gloomy and he didn't have time to think. He immediately covered his wound and fled outside in a panic.

He had just run a few steps when, bang, a bullet pierced his left leg and blood gushed out, but he ignored it and ran forward madly as if he was running for his life.

"Chase." Yang Wenxuan shouted. Except for one or two who escaped the net, all the others were shot dead. Killing Wu Sibao would be a great achievement.

The sound of the exchange of gunfire had already alarmed the patrol police on the street, and sirens blew in an instant, but the patrol officers just watched from a distance and no one dared to come forward.

Wu Sibao ran wildly in fear, feeling his vision becoming increasingly blurry. He caught a glimpse of a French Concession patrolman peering around the corner, and it was like grabbing a life-saving straw. He dove headfirst and collapsed like mud:
"Hurry, call No. 76, hurry"

When Yang Wenxuan and Liu Kui saw him running into the middle of the patrolmen, they hesitated for a few seconds. Not wanting to reveal their identities, they decisively said "retreat".

"Yes."

The members of the action team immediately put away their guns and ammunition, merged into the busy downtown street, and disappeared in the crowd.

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(End of this chapter)