My spy diary

Chapter 369 Punishment (asking for monthly ticket)

"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you remove the handcuffs from Section Chief Zhang?"

Mao Qiwu walked into the interrogation room with a big smile on his face, and while instructing his men, he said apologetically:
"Brother, I won't be able to sleep peacefully until the traitor is found. I am desperate and trying all sorts of methods. Sorry for offending you. When you get out, I will definitely host a banquet to make amends for you."

Zhang Yi didn't say anything. Before a plainclothes officer from the inspector's office came forward with the key, he gently pulled the handcuffs off.

Then he looked at the slightly stunned plainclothes officer and asked:
"what's your name?"

"Captain Zhao Wentao, in the Inspectorate, everyone calls me Zhao Er."

Zhao Er put his legs together, stood at attention and saluted.

Zhang Yi didn't respond, but just looked him up and down.

Mao Qiwu immediately signaled Zhao Er with his eyes.

Zhao Er understood immediately. He walked up to Zhang Yi, bowed and said apologetically:

"Chief Zhang, I am just following orders, I'm sorry."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Yi suddenly attacked and punched Zhao Er in the face.

Zhao Er was knocked halfway to one side, and when he stood up again, blood was already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Before he could react, Zhang Yi threw another punch, causing Zhao Er to stagger.

Then he pulled out the pistol from the belt behind Zhao Er's waist and pointed it at Zhao Er's forehead.

Zhao Er gritted his teeth and endured it, his face ashen.

"Brother Yunyi, just give him a punch to vent your anger, what are you doing?" Mao Qiwu was stunned and quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Who the hell is your brother? Are you worthy of that?" Zhang Yizhen raised the handle of the gun as if to vent his anger and smashed it hard on Zhao Er's head.

"Zhang Yi, what do you want to do?" Mao Qiwu was furious and shouted loudly.

It is said that when beating a dog, one should look at the owner first. Now, someone who beats me in front of his owner shows that he does not take me seriously.

He was angry and annoyed, but Zhang Yi seemed not to hear him. He hit and kicked Zhao Er until his nose and eyes were swollen and his face was covered in blood. He lay on the ground gasping for breath before he stopped.

Then, he threw the pistol with the magazine removed to the ground, seemed to be tired, sat down on the chair, panting, and said nothing.

"Zhang Yi."

Mao Qiwu glared at him and pointed at him, wanting to say something, but said nothing. He waved his hand angrily and turned away.

Just as he reached the door, he stopped again and pointed at another plainclothes officer from the inspection office who was trembling at the door:
"What are you standing there for? Why don't you send him to the hospital? It's really embarrassing."

The plainclothes officers reacted and rushed over to carry Zhao Er away.

"When beating a dog, you have to look at its owner, this Zhang Yi."

After walking out of the interrogation room, Mao Qiwu's mouth twitched. He pondered for a moment, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly called a plainclothes officer following behind him and whispered a few words to him.

The plainclothes officer listened to him patiently, his face turned greener than a cucumber, and he asked tremblingly:

"Director, is this okay?"

"Why not? You'll know if you try it?"

Mao Qiwu stared at him and said with some pride,

"This is not a meaningless test. He has just proven his innocence and his energy is exhausted. He is tired and weak. Often at this time, people's attention and vigilance are the weakest. Maybe there will be unexpected gains."

"It's what the director taught me."

The plainclothes officer thought to himself, why didn't I notice any weakness or fatigue when he was beating me just now? Will he really fall for it?
He was a little disapproving in his heart, but he had to do the work assigned by his leader, so he asked carefully:
"It won't be dangerous, will it?"

"will not."

Mao Qiwu still said confidently, "We will move him to No. 2 in a while, give him all the preferential treatment, and let him live there peacefully. The rest is up to you."

"Yes, I will take your orders."

The plainclothes officers knew that Cell A was used to detain their own people, so it went without saying that they would be provided with food, clothing and other necessities.

The key point is that the cell had been tampered with and bugged.

The prisoner's every move is under control, even what he says in his sleep will be recorded.

The door of the interrogation room opened gently, and two prison guards came in with a nod and a smile on their faces, and respectfully asked Zhang Yi to leave the interrogation room.

After walking through a long corridor, passing through an iron gate, turning left and right, I arrived in front of a bungalow.

Only then did Zhang Yi see clearly that this was the Wanglongmen Detention Center.

"Sir, please come in."

A prison guard bent in front and led the way, while another prison guard directed the jailers to carry the steel bed and set up the toiletries with duck down quilts.

In a short while, the cell with a bathroom was completely new.

"What a nice environment!" Zhang Yi exclaimed as he looked around the house.

The prison guard laughed and pulled out a menu from his sleeve like a magic trick:
"Sir, what would you like to eat?"

Zhang Yi shook his head. He didn’t want to eat anything now. He just wanted to have a good sleep.

"Okay, if you need anything, just call me and I'll be there anytime." The prison guard nodded, gently closed the cell door, and left.

Hearing the footsteps of several people gradually fading away, Zhang Yi carefully observed the cell for a while, as if thinking about something. Then he pulled the newspaper from the bedside, read it for a few seconds, and fell asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, Zhang Yi suddenly heard a barely perceptible sound of footsteps.

He turned over calmly, facing the wall, and continued to pretend to sleep.

At this time, the man bent his fingers and knocked rapidly on the iron window.

"Comrade Zhang Yi, Director Ye asked me to tell you that your performance has earned the trust of the Military Intelligence Bureau. You will be able to go out soon. Please wait patiently for the action order."

Zhang Yi listened silently, sneering in his heart. He never expected that Mao Qi's Fifth Company would use such a crude trick.

Although the means are crude, sometimes they can bring unexpected results.

Many arrested underground party members or undercover agents, after suffering severe torture from the enemy, most hope to hear the concern or new instructions from the organization or their comrades, so as to encourage their determination to continue the struggle. If they are not careful, they may be easily deceived.

This person used a set of Morse code created by Wei Daming, director of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Telecommunications Department. Almost all trained personnel of the Military Intelligence Bureau could master it.

Zhang Yi understood, but he did not respond.

After knocking, the visitor waited quietly for a while. Seeing no response, he called out softly through the iron window:
"Zhang Yi? Section Chief Zhang?"

Zhang Yi then turned over and looked outside with sleepy eyes:

"Who is it? Didn't you tell me not to disturb me?"

"it's me."

"who are you?"

"I was sent by Director Ye." The man said in a low voice.

"Oh, come in, the door is not closed." Zhang Yi sat up and turned on the light.

The visitor was delighted, pushed the door open and extended his hand enthusiastically:
"Comrade Zhang Yi, you've worked hard."

He was wearing prison guard's uniform and had his face covered. His eyes were bright and sincere.

Zhang Yi nodded perfunctorily and buried his head in tidying up his shoes. "Comrade Zhang Yi, do you still remember me?"

"You are..." Zhang Yi looked at him strangely. I'm not a god, how can I recognize who you are?

The prison guard looked back at the door vigilantly, approached him, and whispered:

"Comrade Zhang Yi, I was also ordered to infiltrate the enemy camp in the early years. My code name is Deep Sea. I was urgently awakened this time and took the risk to meet you to convey the latest instructions of the organization to you."

Zhang Yi nodded perfunctorily and continued to adjust his shoelaces.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the visitor thought that this was the way to establish a relationship, so he continued:
"Comrade Zheng Huhe urgently sent a message to the underground organization in Shancheng, saying that you were in danger and the organization was trying to rescue you.

Director Ye woke me up urgently just to tell you that you must stay calm and do everything you can to fight the enemy. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm. Comrade Zhang Yi, you have worked hard. "

"That Director Ye?"

"It's Director Ye from Zeng Jiayan Office!"

"Oh."

"Comrade Zhang Yi, time is running out. I have to go back immediately, otherwise it will arouse their suspicion. If you have any requests, you can raise them to the organization."

Zhang Yi shook his head, looked at him and asked, "So you are a member of the Red Party?"

The visitor was stunned: "Of course."

"Great! I was just worried about not finding the traitor."

As Zhang Yi spoke, he pulled out a shoelace, and taking advantage of the boy's distraction, he suddenly put the shoelace around his neck.

She wrapped her arms around him, wrapped them around his back, and clamped them tightly, then exerted all her strength.

The prison guard kicked his legs desperately, his eyes bulged, he struggled, his face gradually turned red, and he finally died of fear.

After doing all this, Zhang Yi calmly put the shoelaces back on his leather shoes, tied the shoelaces, stepped on them, and found that the tightness was just right.

After pacing for a few steps, he suddenly raised his head and said to the chandelier:
"Secretary Mao, I've caught the traitor. You can come and collect the body now."

A bright and spacious office was filled with smoke.

Several wires ran from the ceiling around the wall and were connected to a humming machine.

Opposite the machine, Mao Qiwu was drinking hot tea, crossing his legs, and listening with great interest through headphones.

Zhang Yi's words came clearly into his headphones word for word, and he was immediately shocked.

Just as he was about to take off his headphones, he accidentally knocked over the teacup beside him. The hot water instantly soaked into his crotch, scalding Mao Qiwu and making him grimace in pain.

He threw down his headphones in a rage, slapped twice at a subordinate who came over with a handkerchief, cursed him as "waste" several times, and then left in a rage.

He walked all the way to Boss Dai's office with a gloomy face, and heard Dai Chunfeng slamming the table and cursing from afar.

"You are too unreasonable. You treat the task assigned by the chairman as a joke and drag your feet like this.
This is really absurd. You have delayed military operations. I will punish you severely and I will lock you three up in prison!"

Dai Chunfeng was furious and pointed at the three dejected "winter melons" in front of him and scolded them.

Mao Qiwu bent over and listened for a while, then he understood the whole story.

Since the Ming government retreated to the southwest, it has mainly relied on four routes to import strategic materials needed for the war of resistance and obtain military assistance.

The first is naturally the Xiangjiang route, which runs from the Xiangjiang River through various places along the southeast coast to the inland. However, since the Chinese navy was completely wiped out in the Battle of Wuhan and most of the southeastern coastal areas fell, this route existed in name only.

The second is the northwest route, which connects with the Soviet Union via Gansu and the border. Although this route is relatively safe, it is long and takes a long time to go back and forth, so the transportation volume has always been small.

The third route is French Indochina, starting from Haiphong, Vietnam, via the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway to Kunming, Yunnan, or via the Guizhou-Vietnam Highway to Nanning, Guangxi.

The fourth route is the Yunnan-Burma route, which starts in Yangon, passes through Yunnan and Burma to Larong, and connects to the newly built Yunnan-Burma Highway to Kunming.

Although the Japanese were willing to negotiate, the fighting continued.

After occupying Guangzhou, the Japanese army headed westward and headed straight for Nanning, the capital of Guangxi.

The Japanese army's intention was very clear: to cut off China's external transportation lines in the southwest, to cut off the supply routes needed for China's war of resistance, and to completely strangle China.

The situation was critical, and the chairman was so anxious that he ordered Dai Chunfeng to quickly send a military investigation team to the front line to see where the Japanese vanguard troops were.

Dai Chunfeng issued an order, Wei Daming from the Telecommunications Department allocated the radio station, Gong Xianfang, director of the Personnel Department, transferred people, and Shen Xisan, director of the General Affairs Department, arranged vehicles.

However, these three people felt that Guangxi would not fall so quickly because it was defended by the Gui clique's troops. They delayed for several days before arranging the personnel and equipment. As a result, Nanning fell while the reconnaissance team was still on the way.

This naturally missed the opportunity to fight.

Dai Chunfeng scolded the three men so much that they couldn't even raise their heads, but he still felt unsatisfied and said angrily:

"The death penalty can be pardoned, but the living crime cannot be escaped. Now I declare that each of you will be sentenced to two years in prison."

After he finished speaking, he saw the three winter melons drooping their heads and not saying a word, and he roared:
"What are you standing there for? Go back and hand over your work immediately. Go to Wanglongmen Detention Center tonight."

The three of them nodded angrily and walked away dejectedly. Mao Qiwu then walked in cautiously.

Dai Chunfeng walked to the window, looked at the dark night sky with a gloomy face.

Mao Qiwu was thinking about how to start the conversation when Dai Chunfeng suddenly turned around and asked:
"How is the result?"

"He Shangyou and I personally interrogated him, and he only admitted to giving Zheng Huhe a diagram of the Japanese Navy Club. He denied everything else."

Dai Chunfeng snorted and asked again:

"What about the American lie detector? What were the results?"

"The American-trained technicians ran the tests on him. I watched them the whole time. His heartbeat and pulse were both normal. The technicians believed he was telling the truth, and Director He thought so too."

Mao Qiwu sighed deeply.

Dai Chunfeng noticed his abnormality:
"You look disappointed."

Mao Qiwu said with a bitter face: "The traitor issue has kept me awake and awake. I thought I had it all figured out this time, but I didn't expect that I was wrong. He is innocent."

Dai Chunfeng looked at him, waiting for what to say next.

Mao Qiwu continued: "I can't say I'm disappointed. To be honest, I should be relieved, happy, and even grateful that he is not.

After all, we all eat from the same pot, and we will see each other every day. If the day comes when we turn against each other, the situation will be so embarrassing."

"Brother Shanyu, I understand you. In fact, it's not that person who makes you unhappy."

"Yes, I know it's my fault. I have limited abilities and I am eager for quick success, which has disappointed the director. The Inspection Office has not played its due role in my hands."

Dai Chunfeng did not comment, pondered for a while, and continued:
"I still say the same thing. People in our line of work live in deception and lies, and suspicion is the norm. Never rashly doubt someone, and never give up doubting someone easily."

Mao Qiwu guessed what Dai Chunfeng said, pondered secretly, and asked:

"What about Zhang Yi?"

"He openly defied the family rules and regulations. Not punishing him is not enough to serve as a warning to others. Let him stay in the detention center for a while."

"Yes, how long will you be detained?"

This time, Dai Chunfeng remained silent.

Mao Qiwu understood what he meant and retreated after thinking about it.

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(End of this chapter)