My spy diary

Chapter 378: Killed

Chapter 378: Killed (asking for monthly ticket)

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Radio waves silently passed through the sky. In a room not far away, a monitor was also listening attentively with headphones on.

Minister Lu, who was standing next to the monitor, had a serious face. It was not until the monitor finally took off his headphones that he asked softly:
"How about it?"

"Neither the band nor the frequency is ours. We should be calling the enemy radio station. We just connected."

Hearing this, Minister Lu looked grim. He put on his headphones and listened for a while. Then he said solemnly:

"Arrests."

In the cave, Deputy Minister Xu Youzheng was sending a message while glancing at the door vigilantly.

No one knows who "Deep Sea" is, but his existence has already threatened his safety, so he must be eliminated as soon as possible to prevent future troubles.

Otherwise, if this person passes the information back to Pagoda Mountain, it will be difficult for me to escape unscathed even if I am not exposed.

While thinking, he kept moving his hands: "The Red Party's 'Deep Sea' has infiltrated our top leadership."

At this moment, there was a "bang" and the door of the cave was kicked open. Xu Youzheng was immediately shocked.

He had just pulled out the pistol to shoot when a bullet pierced his wrist. The pistol fell to the ground in pain. The detective who rushed in pounced on him and subdued him.

At this moment, Xu Youzheng felt as if he had died of despair.

In Shancheng, Mao Qiwu returned to the bureau's headquarters office with great pride.

I specially dressed up before going to meet the Chairman today, and it turned out to be worth it.

After asking about Boss Dai's affairs, the chairman also chatted with him about family matters, showing concern for his work and life. His tone was cordial and kind, which touched Mao Qiwu greatly.

In 35, Chang visited the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Police Schools, and Boss Dai took him along specially.

That was the first time that Mao Qiwu saw the Chairman’s true face.

The welcoming ceremony was not grand, but the chairman was very happy. He spoke generously on the stage:

"If the Kuomintang wants to keep its position, it must rely on the 'four magic weapons', namely the army, political party, finance and secret agents, in order to strengthen its dictatorship and political rule. In particular, 'intelligence work is the most important part of the restoration work'."

The past events are still vivid in his mind, and he still remembers the chairman's speech.

But at that time he could only stand in the audience, looking up with reverence at Chang, whom he had always worshipped as a god, standing in front of him so kindly and realistically, feeling both ashamed and excited.

He was ashamed that with his status and achievements, he could not attract the attention of the chairman.

He was very envious when he saw the chairman and Dai Chunfeng talking intimately and whispering to each other on the stage.

Although Chang attached great importance to espionage work, he had experienced ups and downs in his official career. Whenever he talked about espionage work, he was always very secretive and never expressed his views in writing.

When assigning tasks to spy chiefs such as Dai Chunfeng, the two Chen brothers, and Xu Zengen, no third party would be present, for fear of giving others an excuse.

But this inspection was an exception. After a long speech, he emphasized: "I ask everyone to obey orders absolutely, especially to strengthen the establishment and improvement of the spy network in the Central Plains and Northwest China in the future, and strengthen the special function of the spy organization as the eyes, ears and feet of the leaders."

Mao Qiwu carefully considered Chang's thoughts and realized that he wanted to shift the focus of his work to the Central Plains and Northwest.

He thought to himself that the reason why Dai Chunfeng and Zheng Mingyuan were valued by the old man was because they made outstanding contributions in the activities of instigating rebellion against the Guangxi clique and the Fengtian clique.

If he could achieve something in other places, he would surely become a well-known subordinate in the eyes of the Standing Committee, which would be better than being a secretary and doing clerical work for a lifetime.

He immediately proposed to Dai Chunfeng the idea of ​​going to the northwest to lie undercover, hoping to seize the opportunity and soar into the sky.

He was full of confidence and almost lost his life in the Chang'an Incident, but the result was not bad.

After being transferred to the headquarters, he was quickly appointed Director of Section A.

After the establishment of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he became the acting chief secretary. When the chief secretary Zheng Mingyuan did not come to work, he was like the second-in-command of the Military Intelligence Bureau. When Boss Dai was not around, he was the incarnation of the boss and a well-known top leader.

Now, not only can I see the respected Chairman at any time, but I can also hear his earnest teachings. Life is like this, what more could I ask for?

Of course, Mao Qiwu’s ambitions go beyond this. Power is a fascinating poison. If you don’t move forward, you will regress. He has to seize every opportunity to climb up.

Today, Boss Dai's plane lost contact. After the panic, he also experienced ecstasy and excitement.

But he soon came to realize that he came to the realization too late and his experience was too shallow. He had never been a director of a department or a stationmaster outside the department. Even if the chairman forced him to be the top leader, no one would probably accept it.

Moreover, he would not be the first person the chairman would consider, as there are still two huge mountains pressing down on him, Zheng Mingyuan and Tang Heng.

Therefore, now he still has to be cautious and act as the incarnation of the boss, accumulating strength secretly.

Mao Qiwu lived in seclusion in the countryside for more than ten years, relying on his ability to endure.

He was very patient. He endured the shame of being expelled from Huangpu, his unhappy marriage, and the sarcasm of his colleagues...

After enduring for forty years, he still kept a prostitute in Chongde County and worked as an insignificant secretary of a clerk.

He endured all these. Now that he is successful and powerful, what else can't he endure?

Thinking of this, Mao Qiwu tightened his belly again and again, inhaled and contracted his abdomen, sat upright, and had a look of smiling Maitreya on his face.

At this moment, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and a major officer rushed in without even knocking on the door.

He was about to scold, but the person who came in was Dai Chunfeng's confidential secretary, his nephew Mao Zhongxin.

As soon as he entered the room, Mao Qiwu noticed that he looked strange and asked in a deep voice:

"What happened?"

"Shadow called."

"shadow?"

Mao Qiwu was cheered up. Before leaving, Boss Dai hesitated for a long time before telling him the information about the shadow.

He was also repeatedly warned not to take the initiative to contact Shadow, and if Shadow received any telegrams, he must be informed immediately.

Thinking of Boss Dai's creepy long black face, he couldn't help but feel terrified.

In order to ensure that everything went smoothly, he did not tell anyone else in Room A's secretary, and only asked his nephew to guard the radio station 24 hours a day.

But he believed that since Shadow was lurking in the heart of the Red Party, even if there was intelligence to be transmitted, it would be sent in the dead of night. How could it be sent in broad daylight?
Was the information so important that it had to be released, or was it that something had gone wrong? He had a bad feeling.

"Where's the message?"

Mao Zhongxin handed him the telegram.

"Why are there only so few codes?"

Mao Zhongxin shook his head, looking grim:

"According to your instructions, I have successfully contacted him, and there is no problem with the call sign or code...

But I don’t know what happened. After just a few words of the telegram, there was no response from the other side. I didn’t dare to reply rashly, so I had to come to you first.”

"No movement?" Mao Qiwu frowned. Without thinking about it, he quickly took off the key from his waist, took out a code book from the safe, and started translating it.

Soon, a line of handwriting appeared on the paper: "The Red Party's 'deep sea' has infiltrated our top leadership."

Mao Qiwu stared at the line of text intently, his face changed color.

Who is "Deep Sea"? A "mermaid" is enough to give him a headache, why did Deep Sea suddenly appear?
And why was only half of the message sent back?
Did something really happen to Shadow?
And what was it that he didn't have time to say?
He thought about it, raised his head suddenly, and looked at his nephew with sharp eyes:

"Mao Zhongxin, you bastard, did you secretly contact Shadow and cause him to be exposed?"

"No! How dare I." Mao Zhongxin's forehead was covered with sweat and he looked terrified. "Uncle, I don't have the courage to do this task that you personally assigned to me."

Mao Qiwu thought about it and it made sense. Although this nephew had average abilities, he was diligent and obedient, and could barely take charge on his own. He didn't have the courage to do that.

But the question is, why was only half of the message sent back?

Boss Dai buried a poisonous thorn in the heart of the Red Party. It was a precious thing, and people used it well. But when it was handed over to me, I buried it?
What the fuck is going on?!

How should he explain this to his boss?
Mao Qiwu was extremely worried and depressed for a while.

The sky in Hangzhou was foggy and it was already dark at just past seven o'clock.

It is already the twelfth lunar month and the New Year is just around the corner.

"New Year's End", just hearing these two words makes ordinary people feel their scalps tingling and breathless.

Zhang Yi, in disguise, wearing a cotton robe, a top hat, and bare hands, wandered on the empty streets.

At this time, he saw a dumpling restaurant not far away, and walked over with an idea. A sharp-eyed waiter came up to him and asked, "Sir, how many people are you?"

"Do you have dumplings? They're ready."

"Yes, we have both meat and vegetarian options."

"Give me a tray of meat, and pack it up to take away." (The word "pack up" has existed since the Ming Dynasty, from Jin Moumei's Ximen Qing paragraph, "Ximen Qing: Pack up the gifts to take away.")
"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll get it done." The waiter ran into the kitchen and soon came out with a tray of dumplings wrapped in oil paper.

Zhang Yi paid the money and turned away.

Returning to the temporary rental courtyard, he took the stolen medicine and syringe from a team member named Xiao Xu and started to work.

Only after injecting enough medicine into the packed dumplings did he give the order:
"set off!"

Since this afternoon, they have conducted a detailed investigation of Liangdao Mountain.

There are three checkpoints from the bottom of the mountain to the top. Agent No. 76 and the Japanese military police squad are stationed there respectively. The searchlights on the sentry posts are scanning back and forth, and the security is tight.

It is extremely difficult to sneak in without making any noise.

There is only one way left, and that is to the back mountain.

The cliff at the back of the mountain is steep. Li Kaifeng was probably afraid of being assassinated, so he also made defenses at the back of the mountain. He secretly built a thatched hut, disguised as a resting place for hunters. In fact, there were four agents inside who took shifts to guard the hut day and night.

But this is not the point. The point is that there are two big wolfhounds tied outside the thatched hut.

Zhang Yi took great pains to do all this just to deal with these two beasts.

In the dark night, a flying tiger claw was suddenly thrown out and accurately tied to a crooked short tree above the cliff.

The rustling sound immediately caused the wolfhound to bark wildly.

Upon hearing the news, the two agents walked out of the thatched hut with flashlights and waved them towards the cliff.

It was pitch black everywhere and no one was around.

"What is this beast yelling about?"

"Who knows? Didn't we eat a big bone today?"

"What bad luck! Let me go back and play cards. I'm in good luck." The man cursed and turned back.

The man under him looked suspiciously at the hound lying on the ground with dim eyes, turned off the flashlight, tiptoed to the edge of the cliff, listened carefully, and it was quiet all around except for the whistling wind.

"Nothing's happening!"

He muttered something, bent down to take out his words, stood up with his legs apart, and urinated comfortably.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and he couldn't help shivering, causing the hunting dogs not far away to bark again.

"You bastard, if you keep yelling I'll stew you tomorrow."

The spy turned around and cursed, shook his words a few times, put them away, and turned back.

"It's so sexy. This guy must be angry."

Xiao Xu wiped the urine off his face, spat a few times, and cursed the entire family of the urinating spy in his heart.

"Maybe he is a virgin." Zhang Yi said humorously, his face became serious, and he instructed: "Move."

After saying this, he placed the canvas bag containing the buns across his chest, listened attentively, and immediately grabbed the rope and climbed up.

His movements were very slight, but they still caused the wolfhound to bark.

Zhang Yi held his breath, crawled on the ground, and observed vigilantly. This time, no one came out of the thatched hut.

He made up his mind, and quickly took out the canvas paper and threw the dumplings inside one by one in the direction of the barking dog, then waited quietly.

Soon, the barking of dogs in the distance disappeared.

Zhang Yi did not dare to be careless at all. He took out a loaded silent pistol, held it in his hand and was on guard, then threw a small stone down the cliff.

After receiving the safety signal, the four team members climbed up one after another.

"move!"

Zhang Yi glanced at the thatched hut not far away from which light was coming through, and pointed with his finger.

Inside the thatched hut, there was a bench across the middle with a deck of playing cards placed on it. Four plainclothes officers were taking turns drawing cards with great interest.

The simple door of the thatched hut was half open. After the four people drew their cards, they all lowered their heads to sort out the cards in their hands. No one noticed that danger was approaching.

The next second, two figures flashed in one after another. With a few gunshots, the four people fell to the ground one after another.

After dealing with the four guards, Zhang Yi and his companions did not stop at all. Facing the blinding wind, they crouched and moved forward towards Building No. 43 in Liangdao Mountain.

"who?"

Two Japanese military police who were patrolling with long guns suddenly appeared on the road. As soon as they opened their mouths, Zhang Yi shot them dead decisively.

Keep going.

The journey was smooth.

The gate of No. 43 Liangdaoshan was closed, and a No. 76 agent and a Japanese military police in black clothes and black hat stood on each side.

Zhang Yi observed for a while, coughed lightly, and stepped out of the darkness.

His steps were steady and powerful, his eyes were cold, and the other four team members took a deep breath and followed closely.

As soon as they appeared, they alerted the guards at the door and they pointed their guns at them.

"Who are you? Stop, don't come near."

Zhang Yi's face was calm. He waved the ID card he had prepared long ago, and as he approached, he spoke in fluent Japanese:

"The Mei Agency has urgent military business and needs to see Director Yu immediately."

Hearing that it was a lady, the tense expressions of several people relaxed. The two plainclothes officers No. 76 looked at each other with suspicion. Why didn't they receive a phone call if someone was going up the mountain?

While taking Zhang Yi's ID and checking it, he winked at his companion, asking him to go in and report immediately and verify it by phone.

However, at this moment, Zhang Yi smiled, and a sharp dagger suddenly appeared in his hand with a flash of his sleeve. He killed the head that just lowered its head in front of him with one blow.

At the same time, several plainclothes officers behind him quietly reached for their waists, took out the silenced pistols hidden behind their backs, and pulled the triggers at the backs of the plainclothes officers who had just opened the door and the two Japanese military police.

Four people were killed instantly.

"Enter."

Zhang Yi put the plainclothes officer's body down and walked forward.

The lights were on in the room where Li Kaifeng lived, and there was a burst of soft music coming from it. It was the famous song "Tuber Jasmine" sung by Yamaguchi Keiko, who used the pseudonym Li Xianglan.

"The south wind brings coolness, the nightingale sings softly, the flowers under the moon are all dreaming, only the tuberose exudes fragrance"

In the singing, light and shadow, it seems like someone is dancing.

Zhang Yi sneered and waved his hand expressionlessly.

The next moment, a member of the action team approached the gate quietly, took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and several members rushed in after him.

Suddenly, the dancing stopped, but the singing continued.

Before a woman's scream of surprise could be heard, gunshots had already been heard.

"Tuber Jasmine, I sing for you"

"I will bury you."

Zhang Yi looked coldly at Li Kaifeng, who was staring with eyes wide open in disbelief, and raised his hand to shoot a few times.

"Bang" "Bang"

Li Kaifeng's eyes widened and he fell to the ground, his death looking horrible.

(End of this chapter)

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