My spy diary

Chapter 373 Intelligence (please vote)

"Think about it again, is there any place that is exposed?"

In the office, Sun Zichao said to the plainclothes officer who had just returned.

"Impossible!" the plainclothes officer said, "He didn't even turn his head since he got on the bus. It's impossible for him to have seen us."

"So do you think it was a coincidence or intentional for him to take the bus?"

"I've verified that he took Boss Dai's car to the Boss Mansion. There was no car when he went back, so he had to walk back or take a car."

"What about the area around the boss's mansion? After all, it's the most dangerous place."

"Then it's even more impossible."

The plainclothes officer said decisively, and just as he finished speaking, Sun Zichao suddenly turned around and looked at him with a smile.

This meaningful smile made the plainclothes police officer feel uneasy. How could this young and successful section chief who appeared out of nowhere be so creepy?

He explained anxiously, "Chief Sun, you just came back and you may not know something."

"Oh, then tell me how it is impossible."

"It's like this." The plainclothes officer explained.

The Military Intelligence Bureau had the privilege of arresting, detaining, and killing people at will. At the same time, in order to prevent others from dealing with it, the security around the Military Intelligence Bureau and Boss Dai’s mansion was extremely strict.

During the period when Military Intelligence Bureau agent Xu Zhongqi served as the chief of the Shancheng City Police Department, the Military Intelligence Bureau was able to control all the police officers for its own use.

Later, the director was replaced by Tang Yi, who had been the director in Chengdu. This man was born as a secretary of a provincial governor. He performed well in the Chengdu grain robbery case, caught the attention of the chairman, and was promoted. He quickly established connections with the Political Science Department, became ambitious, and was extremely dissatisfied with the Military Control Commission's control of the police station. He took back control of some of the police.

But no matter who became the director, there were several units and branches that the Military Intelligence Bureau had to control, such as the Judicial Department and the Detective Brigade of the Police Bureau, the Luojiawan Sixth Branch where the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters was located, the Xiaolongkan Eighth Branch, the Ciqikou Branch, etc.

The bureau headquarters and the police conducted an extremely serious household registration investigation of nearby residents. Anyone who was even slightly suspicious would be questioned strictly. If they answered a question incorrectly, they would be taken away immediately and detained on suspicion of "spying on the bureau headquarters' secrets."

The Eighth Branch was the main force used to monitor the Red Party Office and the New China Daily. There were more than a dozen groups of open and secret agents in this area.

The Ciqikou Police Station was responsible for protecting the Military Control Commission's rural offices and Dai Mansion. The entire station was run by the Special Agent Corps, and all the officers, including the bureau chief, station chief, and police officers, were special agents.

This was not enough. In addition to two fully armed special forces battalions patrolling and guarding 24 hours a day, Dai Chunfeng also dispatched a police corps from the Ministry of the Interior under the control of the Military Control Commission to provide secret protection.

"It's a dragnet, Chief Sun. Not to mention the Red Party, not even a fly can get in. Meeting in a place like this is courting death!"

"So that's how it is!" Sun Zichao smiled and asked, "What about on the bus?"

"Our people watched him get off the bus halfway through the journey, and they didn't come into contact with anyone. We arrested several people who got off the bus halfway through the journey, and are currently interrogating them."

"Where's the phone?"

"I've already contacted the telecommunications department and connected the latest American switch to his home phone line. All his incoming and outgoing calls will be forwarded to us."

The plainclothes officer said proudly that this way they no longer have to worry about their installed eavesdropping devices being discovered. He heard from a technician at the Telecommunications Department that a certain American motorcycle company had invented a walkie-talkie that didn't even need wires. It sounded like a fairy tale!
"Very good. Keep a close eye on his every move."

Sun Zichao was filled with anxiety. As a new official, he had three things to do when he took office, and the first one was aimed at Zhang Yi. He must not let his anger go unanswered.

He knew that ever since he, a man who had emerged out of nowhere and had no background, took office as the head of the Intelligence Department, a shadow had been shrouding him.

Suspicion, criticism, ridicule and cold eyes are everywhere.

In order to get rid of the shadow, he must find a breakthrough, and Zhang Yi is the breakthrough he chose.

Once he catches the person's red handle, he can turn the shadow into a halo.

But this person is undoubtedly a master and has no flaws, but is he really innocent?

Perhaps the competition has just begun.

At this moment, Zhang Yi was sitting at a noodle stall eating noodles.

The noodle stall was on the roadside at the entrance of an alley not far from his home. It had an oilcloth roof, seven or eight greasy tables, and a dozen long benches. As long as the fire was lit, this simple little noodle stall could make a living.

It was already past lunch time, and there were no other customers at the noodle stall except for a few rickshaw pullers.

While eating noodles, his brain was working rapidly.

Thinking about the scene at the bus stop just now, the two plainclothes officers who were peeking around and the peddler who got on the bus halfway were undoubtedly sent to monitor me.

There is no doubt that the list is not only a test for him, but also a trap set for him.

Those few never showed up again, what about the other monitors?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi raised his hand, picked up the vinegar pot on the table and added a few drops into the bowl. His eyes swept over a few coachmen who were eating and then fell on the other side of the road.

There was also a rickshaw driver there.

The driver was squatting on the handlebars, facing the wall to avoid the wind and lighting a cigarette with a match.

Although his back was to the street, one could still see a dark red scarf around his neck.

Zhang Yi suddenly remembered that Xiao Wu from the Intelligence Department had an identical scarf, which was said to be knitted for him by his girlfriend who worked at the telephone bureau. He suddenly realized that surveillance was everywhere.

When I walked out of the noodle shop, the warm sun that was hanging in the sky just now had long disappeared, and the sky was covered with dark clouds and a drizzle began to fall.

Zhang Yi raised his head and let the raindrops in the air wet his face. The slight coolness refreshed his spirits, but the unspeakable fatigue in his heart could not be shaken off.

There are secret surveillance guards everywhere, how can the information be passed on?
Back home, he sat quietly on the sofa, thinking, while the clock on the wall ticked tirelessly.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone in the living room rang.

Zhang Yi walked over and answered the phone, but said nothing, waiting for the person inside to speak first.

After a moment, a man's rough voice came from the phone:

"Hello? Is this Section Chief Zhang? Is that the right number?"

Zhang Yi recognized the voice of Yang Jinxing, the director of Wanglongmen Detention Center. He paused and said:
"It's Laojiu, what's the matter?"

"Brother, I just received a call from my boss, asking me to follow his orders, but he didn't tell me what the specific task was. I'm confused. When will you come over?"

"Tomorrow." Zhang Yi glanced at the wall clock. "It's already past noon, and it's raining. The yin energy is too strong. I'll hold the funeral tomorrow."

"understood."

"Let them have a good meal tonight, take a bath, change clothes, and travel decently."

"Brother, I am a particular person, I am just afraid they won't appreciate it!"

"It doesn't matter. Just wash away your sins and start over. Just don't hate us."

"That's true. I hope they will be reborn as good people in their next life." Yang Jinxing smiled grimly and hung up the phone.

The phone call was hung up, and on the other side, a capable plainclothes officer walked into Sun Zichao's office with a tape.

As soon as he entered the office and obtained permission, the plainclothes officer put the tape into an old-fashioned wire recorder on the table and pressed the play button.

The voices of Zhang Yi and Yang Jinxing were heard through the loudspeaker.

"It's already past noon and it's raining. The yin energy is too strong. We'll hold their funeral tomorrow."

Hearing this, Sun Zichao frowned and said, "Play it again."

The plainclothes officer went back and pressed the play button again, and Sun Zichao and he listened attentively.

After listening to it several times, Sun Zichao pressed the stop button and asked thoughtfully:
"Tomorrow? At noon? Could it be some kind of codeword?"

The plainclothes officer complained in his heart, "You are too suspicious. You think everyone is a member of the Red Party." He shook his head and said:
"Isn't it normal to execute the prisoner at 15:30? There is no problem with the conversation.

Besides, countless Red bandits died at the hands of Yang Laojiu, so how could he be a member of the Red Party? "

"I have been a model member of the Red Party for seven consecutive years."

Sun Zichao sneered in his heart, "There's no word on his face that says he's an underground party member, how do you know he's not one?"

"Do we have to monitor Director Yang as well?"

"It can be anyone." Sun Zichao glanced at his men and said with a cold face, "Of course, we need to be strict inside and loose outside when we investigate the situation, and we must not alert the enemy." "Yes, yes, yes." The plainclothes officer answered hesitantly and left quickly.

Everything that needs to be arranged has been arranged. These are all that can be thought of and done. There should be no omissions, right?
Sun Zichao picked up a cigarette, stood in front of the window, puffing away, thinking silently.

The night is already deep.

Zhang Yi stood at the window, staring at the vast night outside in a trance.

The rickshaw driver and shoe shiner not far away had left, replaced by a shivering beggar hiding under the eaves. This person's presence reminded him of the fact that he was being monitored all the time.

How is the information transmitted?

On this rainy night, I'm afraid no one would be more anxious and worried than him.

[Today’s information has been refreshed]

[1. You met Dai Chunfeng today and obtained relevant information - 'Shadow' Shen Zhiyue has returned to the Military Intelligence Bureau, using the alias Sun Zichao, and served as the head of the Intelligence Section, with orders to investigate the traitor within the Military Intelligence Bureau.]

[2. You met Dai Chunfeng today and obtained relevant information - the new "shadow" has been awakened. Xu Youzheng, formerly known as Li Youping, was the secretary of the Shanghai Urban Workers' Department of the Red Party. He was arrested and defected in April 36. In the summer of 4, he was transferred to Chang'an and worked in the office of the Red Central News Agency (the predecessor of Xinhua News Agency).

After the Chang'an Incident, he entered the Fourth Brigade of the Baotashan Military and Political University to study. In August 37, he was selected to join the Security Department of the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region, and served as deputy chief of the Investigation Section, deputy chief of the Intelligence Section, and deputy director of the Security Department. In 8, he assisted in establishing the first special training class for investigation and intelligence cadres of the Baotashan Security Department.

When Zhang Yi saw this information, his eyes froze. He didn't expect that this shadow was hidden so deeply.

[3. You met Dai Chunfeng today and obtained relevant information - Qiao Yukun, a graduate of the political training class of the Linli training class, has infiltrated the prisoners in Wanglongmen Detention Center under the alias Qiao Yu.]

Qiao Yu? When Zhang Yi saw this name, he immediately took out the list of 29 people that Dai Chunfeng had given him, and this person was on the list.

He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If someone passed information to these 29 prisoners to be executed, Dai Chunfeng would know it at the first time, and there would be no need to test him. Only the two of them knew the list, so there was no doubt that Zhang Yi was a suspect.

Great! Dai Chunfeng is very shrewd and calculating, really great!
[4. You received a call from Yang Jinxing, the director of Wanglongmen Detention Center, today and obtained relevant information - the old man Lao Bian, the gatekeeper of the detention center, is a member of the Shancheng underground party, codenamed Lao Dao.]

Lao Dao? An image of an old man with blurry eyes and drunkenness emerged in Zhang Yi's mind.

Silent all night.

The next day, after breakfast, Zhang Yi drove to Wanglongmen Detention Center. He saw two black cars far behind him in the rearview mirror, but he ignored them.

In the morning light, several noisy crows appeared on a tall elm tree outside the detention center. There were more and more crows. They did not land on the tree but circled above it, as if foreshadowing something.

"Hey, this beast has a very good sense of smell. It looks like it wants to have a good meal."

As soon as Zhang Yi's car arrived, the detention center director Yang Jinxing and Yang Laojiu came to greet him.

"Animals are the most spiritual." Zhang Yi smiled, took two bottles of wine and a few packs of cigarettes from the car, and said, "Let's get started."

Yang Jinxing took the wine and cigarettes, smiled, thanked him repeatedly, and said in a low voice:
"It's just right now. Let's have a few drinks to get rid of the bad luck."

"Okay." Zhang Yi nodded, took out the list and handed it to him, "Call the people according to the list."

"29, that's a lot. Can they all fit in one car?" Yang Jinxing muttered as he knocked on the first door of the detention center.

A skinny hand slowly stretched out:

"Certificate!"

Yang Jinxing kicked the door angrily:
"You old fool, it's me."

A shrunken old man poked his head out and smiled flatteringly:

"So it's the director. Why are you so early today? It's only eight o'clock."

Yang Jinxing glanced at his watch and scolded:

"What do you mean eight o'clock? It's nine o'clock. You are blind. Look carefully."

The old man was startled and quickly glanced at the wall clock. He leaned in to take a closer look and said, "Oh, it's already nine o'clock. Haha, my eyesight isn't very good anymore."

"Stop talking nonsense and open the door."

"Forget it." Zhang Yi waved his hand, "I won't go in, just take the person out directly."

".That's fine."

Yang Jinxing thought about it, took out a whistle and blew it. Soon, a team of about 60 fully armed special agents led by a captain came running over.

"Sir."

Yang Jinxing nodded, handed the list to the old man, and scolded:

"Take them in to arrest the man. Don't make the mistake of identifying the wrong person again. You've delayed my work and you'll be in big trouble."

"Hehe, how can that be possible." The old man smiled flatteringly, took out a pair of reading glasses and put them on, then walked away hunched over, and the special agent team followed.

A few minutes later, accompanied by shouting, shoving and messy footsteps, a group of secret agents came out of the cell, bringing political prisoners who were tied up and gagged.

Yang Jinxing looked at them and asked Zhang Yi:

"Brother, where can we deal with them?"

"What do you recommend?"

"A mass grave." Yang Jinxing smiled strangely and explained:

"There is a small hill behind the detention center, and that's where we used to solve the problem."

"Okay." Zhang Yi suppressed the grief and anger in his heart, nodded calmly, then thought for a moment and said:
"Do you have a camera? I need to take some pictures for Boss Dai."

"Don't worry, I've prepared it for you." Yang Jinxing introduced it with interest, "It was given to me by someone else. It's a camera seized from the Japanese on the front line. It's so clear."

After a pause, he asked again in confusion: "Brother, you are a popular person in front of the boss, why did you send you to do such a dirty job?"

"We do dirty work." Zhang Yi looked at him, "Some people say I'm a Red Party suspect. I guess the boss wants to test me."

Yang Jinxing was stunned: "Are you suspected of being a member of the Red Party?"

As he said this, he burst into laughter, until tears came out of his eyes. After a while, he patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder and said:
"Brother, your hands are stained with the blood of the Red Party. You will never be able to resolve your hatred with the Red Party in this life."

"Yes, they are all human lives. I had no choice but to do it. I hope they don't hate me."

Yang Jinxing smiled and said, "Brother, this is not a question of hatred or not, this is a matter of life and death. Hehe, we are devils and we will go to hell in the end."

"Does the King of Hell dare to accept it?"

"Then it depends on whether the King of Hell's surname is Guo or Hong, hahahaha!"

As the two were talking, the captain ran over and saluted:
"Captain, sir, the firing squad is ready. Please give your instructions."

"Let's start." Zhang Yi looked at the underground party members in the distance who were mostly indifferent and righteous, tried to adjust his emotions, and waved his hand decisively.

"Yes." The captain saluted solemnly, turned and walked towards the 29 prisoners.

"bang bang bang"

Rows of gunshots rang out, and in the first round, more than a dozen prisoners fell to the ground, their blood seeping into the scorched yellow soil.

In a flash, the second row of prisoners were escorted up.

Zhang Yi noticed a pale-faced young man struggling frantically, as if he wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked and he could not say anything.

He knew that this person was Qiao Yukun, and he sneered in his heart, as if he saw nothing.

The next moment, a burst of gunfire rang out again, and blood splattered.

After the gunshots, the action team began to move forward to check and reload.

At this moment, a gray-haired old man struggled to get up from the ground. He had already removed the rag stuffed in his mouth, stood up tremblingly, and shouted loudly:

"Long live China XXX!"

The next moment, the captain of the execution team raised his hand in rage and fired several shots, and the old man fell in a pool of blood again.

(End of this chapter)