My spy diary

Chapter 375 Intelligence (please vote)

"What happened?"

When Lin Xiumei saw the expression on his face, she had a very bad feeling in her heart.

In the quiet night, Wang Naiqi looked at her solemnly, and after a while he said in a deep voice:

"shadow!"

"Who is he?"

"Xu Youzheng, Deputy Minister of Border Region Security Department."

"Impossible!" Lin Xiumei's face turned pale and she blurted out the rebuttal. Perhaps she was too shocked and excited, and the scissors in her hand fell to the ground with a snap, and she didn't even realize it.

She came from Pagoda Mountain. Not only did she receive training at Luyi, she also participated in the Security Department's first special training class for investigative intelligence cadres.

Xu Youzheng is not only his superior, but also her instructor and teacher. How could such a senior party member with a brilliant resume and a diligent work be a traitor or a running dog sent by the Military Control Commission to infiltrate the party?

"Calm down."

Wang Naiqi scolded in a low voice, carefully picked up the scissors on the ground, and said seriously:
"Nothing is impossible. People change. Besides, this is information sent by the mermaid. His information has never been wrong."

"But." Lin Xiumei stammered, not knowing how to refute.

"But what?"

"There must be a misunderstanding here. Old Xu is a veteran underground party member who has devoted his life to the party. We cannot doubt our comrades just because of a mermaid who hides her identity...

You said that people will change, but what about mermaids? How do you prove that mermaids haven't changed? How do you prove that this is not a conspiracy planned by him and the Military Control Commission?"

"Don't mention the old underground party members to me!"

Wang Naiqi was also angered by her attitude and tone, especially since she still suspected the mermaid. He whispered:

"Zhang Tao even participated in the First National Congress. He was more senior than the chief, but what about him now? He has betrayed the Party and the people and has become a running dog of the Military Control Commission!"

"This..." Lin Xiumei was frightened by his serious look. She gasped, paused, and said with some difficulty:

"But I still can't accept this fact."

"I understand, I also find it unbelievable, but a qualified intelligence officer must not act on impulse and should be able to make calm judgments.

Our duty is to pass on information, not to reject it. You can doubt and question, but you must trust the organization, which will verify it.

Before things are verified, it is not easy for individuals to express their opinions, and we must not unreasonably doubt our comrades who have infiltrated the enemy!"

Lin Xiumei tried hard to control her emotions, nodded, and asked with some difficulty:
"What else?"

Wang Naiqi's expression remained serious: "Shen Zhiyue, also known as Shen Hui, has returned to the Military Control Commission, using the alias Sun Zichao, and has become the head of the Intelligence Section.

Now it can be proven that he was the one who sold the New Fourth Army's intelligence to the Military Control Commission. He was the first shadow, and Xu You was his successor. "

"Shen Hui?!" Lin Xiumei's eyes froze. She also knew this person.

He looked to be in his twenties or thirties, with a calm and steady temperament. He had been a model party member for several consecutive years, and she had also heard his passionate speeches.

She didn't expect that he was also a spy sent by the enemy into the organization. What could she believe in? The intelligence she received tonight severely impacted her cognition and values, making her scalp tingle and her brain feel dizzy.

"That's how intelligence work is. You are in me and I am in you." Wang Naiqi sighed and said, "There's one more thing."

Lin Xiumei raised her head suddenly, her face becoming increasingly worse. She couldn't believe it and didn't want to hear that there were still enemy undercover agents lurking in Pagoda Mountain. She felt that her heart had suffered enough shocks and didn't want to hear any more bad news.

"Among the 29 comrades who died, there was one named Qiao Yukun who was a scapegoat for the Military Control Commission, not our comrade."

"Someone from the military command?"

"Yes, Dai Chunfeng is ruthless and doesn't even spare his own people."

"Why did he do this? To let Qiao Yukun take the opportunity to infiltrate our arrested comrades, gain their trust and collect intelligence, or to test their own people?" Lin Xiumei frowned, looked at Wang Naiqi, and said:

"The people who carried out the execution mission were Yang Jinxing and Zhang Yi. Was Dai Chunfeng testing these two people?"

Wang Naiqi looked at her and understood immediately, but still asked:

"What do you want to say?"

"According to intelligence provided by our comrades who had infiltrated the enemy, Wanglongmen Detention Center previously held several directors of the Military Intelligence Bureau, including Gong Xianfang, Shen Xishan, Wei Daming, and Zhang Yi.

Then these people were suddenly released again. Now Dai Chunfeng is testing Yang Jinxing and Zhang Yi in this way. Isn't it obvious who he is targeting?"

After a pause, she looked at Wang Naiqi suspiciously:
"Old Wang, tell me the truth, is this mermaid Zhang Yi? Do you know his true identity? Or are you deliberately hiding something?"

Wang Naiqi was stunned, and his expression did not reveal the truth or falsehood at all:
"I do not know either."

Seeing her look of disbelief, he added, "Is it important to know who he is?"

"Of course it's important. We need to identify what kind of person he is."

"I just know that he is one of ours, one of our own, a Chinese, and that's enough."

Wang Naiqi looked at him deeply and said seriously, "It doesn't matter who he is. As long as he knows who he is and remembers his mission, that's enough. His identity is his bond. Even if we guess it, we have to pretend we don't know. This is to protect him."

As he spoke, his serious expression was filled with admiration, which was respect for this comrade lurking in the heart of the enemy.

Then he sighed and ended the topic, saying:
"What we need to do now is to report the intelligence to our superiors so that the organization can make judgments and analyze it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiumei came to her senses instantly, picked up a cotton coat from the bedside, put it on and was about to go out.

"Where are you going?" Wang Naiqi quickly held her down.

"I'm going to deliver the information."

"How can a bride go out on her wedding night?"

Wang Naiqi consoled him, "Besides, there are secret agents from the Military Control Commission watching the office openly and covertly. You are not disclosing your identity now. If they see you, your identity will definitely be exposed."

"Can"

"But what? I told you to stay calm. The more critical the moment, the more you must not panic. Being anxious, angry, or impulsive will only make childish mistakes and allow the enemy to seize the opportunity. Everything should be done according to the procedure."

"But the shadow is lurking in our internal organs. How can I not be anxious?"

"He doesn't have wings, how can he fly?" Wang Naiqi was full of confidence, "We must trust the organization. If there is really something wrong with him, he will not be able to escape."

"Okay." Lin Xiumei let out a long sigh, shrugged helplessly, and looked up at him unconvinced:
"Is there anything else you want to explain?"

"This time the mermaid passed on the intelligence codename of the Deep Sea.

I understand what he means. From today on, we will pretend that the mermaid does not exist and use the code name of the deep sea. This will confuse the enemy. In addition, "he thought, paused, and then instructed:

"You need to explain this when you report to your superiors. Perhaps we can join forces with the head of our hometown to put on a show."

"You mean all is fair in war?"

Lin Xiumei raised her eyebrows and looked at him. Looking at this unremarkable "husband", she couldn't help but admire the old worker who thought further and more deeply in terms of vision and level.

"how do you want to do it?"

"This Xu Youzheng is so well hidden, so cunning and sly, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

The department he works in is so important that any disturbance in his hometown would probably not escape his eyes.

Why not use their own tricks against him and tell him directly that there is a comrade named Shen Hai lurking in the Military Control Commission. When he successfully sends out the information, we will capture him and his accomplices in one fell swoop. What do you think Dai Chunfeng will do?"

"Suspicious! First it was the mermaid, and now a deep sea has appeared. Dai Chunfeng must be completely unable to sleep. He thinks everyone is an undercover spy. Will he investigate or not? If he investigates, people will definitely be uneasy."

Lin Xiumei smiled and admired Lao Wang even more. It is said that having an old person in the family is like a treasure, and this is true.

After thinking about it, she suggested, "Perhaps we can ask our family to fabricate a detailed profile for Shen Hai and advance his eligibility to join the party. They could say that he was ordered to infiltrate the Military Intelligence Bureau as an undercover agent in 32. These people are now high-ranking officials in the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"This is a thorn in Dai's heart, and it must be killing him. Looking back, is there anyone around him that he can trust?" Wang Naiqi smiled and decided:

“Just make the suggestion to the higher-ups.”

After saying this, he realized that Lin Xiumei was looking at him strangely. He was stunned, touched his chin with a smile, and joked:

"Why, have you just discovered the charm of our old king?"

Lin Xiumei burst out laughing, was silent for a while, and said in admiration:

"I now understand the gap between theory and reality. No matter how well you learn in the training class, if you don't actually experience it, you won't understand how complicated and thrilling this job is."

Wang Naiqi was stunned when he heard this, looked at him and said nothing.

I sighed in my heart, yes, it is complicated enough, just like an underground undercurrent, quiet, tortuous, turbulent, and even dangerous.

However, these words that make people nervous must never be revealed on the surface.

Of course, these experiences were gained at the cost of blood and tears of countless comrades who sacrificed their lives.

"Okay, go to sleep."

After calming down, Wang Naiqi waved his hand, blew out the lamp, and lay down on the bed with his clothes on.

Lin Xiumei also lay back down on the bed.

In the darkness, both of them kept their eyes open. After experiencing such a huge shock tonight, they couldn't sleep anymore.

No sleep for one night.

When the sky was still dim, there was a creaky sound and the wooden door of Wang Naiqi's house was opened.

Mrs. Wang, Lin Xiumei, came out carrying a basket of vegetables. She turned around, closed the door, and left.

A maid who was sweeping the floor looked at her and said jokingly:
"Mrs. Wang, you're going out to buy groceries right after you got married. Your husband Wang doesn't know how to love others."

"No matter how much he loves me, I still have to eat. Besides, he is a grown man and can't afford to bargain. Vegetable prices change every day."

As they were talking, a group of housewives came back from the market carrying fresh wild rice stems and green vegetables, chattering:
"Alas, vegetables are already 20 yuan. Do we ordinary people still want to live? One hundred yuan of legal tender could buy a cow in the past, and a pig five years ago, but now it can only buy some vegetables and eggs. If this continues, life will be unbearable."

When Lin Xiumei heard this, her face turned anxious and she hurriedly walked away with her vegetable basket. A group of women looked at her from behind and pointed at her.

"Oh my, how can such a nice girl fall in love with an old man?"

"You can't say that. Old Wang runs a bookstore. He's a cultured and respectable man."

"Bah, what's the value of a cultured person? Without someone in the government, he's just a poor fellow."

"If there was an official in my family, we would still have a good life."

Lin Xiumei naturally couldn't hear what these people were talking about. At this moment, she had already arrived at the bustling and crowded farmers' market.

After picking and choosing and bargaining along the way, I finally arrived at a fish stall.

Here you can find not only fresh fish that are alive and kicking, but also dead fish that are frozen into hard blocks.

The stall owner was an old couple with gray hair. When they saw Lin Xiumei's expression change slightly, they enthusiastically solicited her:

"Girl, you sold us fish yesterday. Wasn't it good? We have some fresh ones today. Would you like a big one? Since you are a regular customer, I will give you a discount."

Lin Xiumei hesitated a little, frowned and compared the prices. After hesitating for a while, she pointed at a small fish that was frozen hard:

"That's it."

"Good."

The male stall owner was quick and had already picked up the fish, weighed it, and placed it on the chopping board. In no time, he had dismembered the fish and wrapped it with a yellowed lotus leaf:
"Just fifty dollars."

Lin Xiumei nodded, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, peeled it off layer by layer, revealing a neatly arranged stack of change.

She took one out from the basket and handed it to the stall owner. She calmly put the lotus leaf containing the fish into the vegetable basket and went to the next stall leisurely.

The stall owner threw the money into the iron box beside him and continued to bend over to catch fish and sell them.

After half an hour, the crowd in the vegetable market gradually thinned out, and the stall owner heard a burst of pointing sounds. He looked up and saw several soldiers in gray military uniforms approaching.

One of them had a pistol on his waist, and the other was holding a gun filled with radishes, green onions, and millet. Behind him were two soldiers carrying long guns. On the chest of their clothes, one could vaguely see the words "Eighteenth Something Regiment".

Those who are familiar with it know that these are people from the Red Party Office who came out to buy.

The people around were watching, talking and pointing curiously, and there were two pairs of eyes in the dark watching their every move intently.

The leading soldier seemed oblivious. He walked to the stall, looked at a wooden basin with fish splashing in it, and asked:

"Boss, how much is this fish?"

The stall owner raised his eyes and said with a smile: "This fish is very fresh. I caught it this morning. It's priced by kilogram. Small ones are three yuan, and large ones are five yuan."

The soldier frowned slightly and shook his head gently: "Too expensive, make it cheaper."

"It's not expensive at all. You soldiers don't need this little money." The stall owner smiled and pointed at a dead fish in the basin and said:
"This is from yesterday. If you really want it, I can give it to you at a discount."

As he spoke, he tapped the edge of the fish bowl with his fingers, once, twice, as if he couldn't wait to catch the fish.

The soldier's eyes flashed, and he instantly returned to normal. He hesitated for a while, touched his pocket, and finally said:

"Okay, this one."

The stall owner smiled smugly, weighed the chopped fish package, and smiled slyly: "50 yuan."

The soldier frowned. "Didn't you say it was cheaper? Why do you want fifty more?"

"Do you want it or not? They say that you Red Party members have strict discipline. You won't bully an old fishmonger like me, will you?"

The stall owner snorted coldly and stared at him, as if he was going to call for help in the next second.

The soldier muttered "swindler" and reluctantly took out a silver dollar from his pocket.

The stall owner took it impatiently, weighed it in his hand, quickly put it in his arms, took out a fifty-yuan note from the coin box and handed it over.

"Here's the change. Take care. Come back next time."

The soldier took the money gloomily, picked up the fish and left. The few of them soon disappeared in the bustling crowd.

The owners of two pairs of eyes in the crowd looked at each other, one of them continued to follow the soldier from a distance, and the other went straight to the fish stall.

"Sir, you sell..." The stall owner hadn't finished his words when his eyes froze and he saw the visitor staring at him coldly, lifting his clothes to reveal a cold pistol.

"Bring it here!"

".What?"

"The silver dollar the guest gave you just now." The man snorted coldly, "If you don't give it to me now, I will make a difficult trip and go to your house tonight to get it."

The stall owner knew very well the weight and meaning of the words "go to your house to get it". He sighed and handed over the silver dollar obediently.

Seeing that the man was still staring at him, he reluctantly opened his collar and turned over his inner pocket to show him. It was empty.

"Hmph, you old man are smart!" The man sneered, solemnly put away the silver dollar and left.

The stall owner sat down dejectedly, silent.

(End of this chapter)