My spy diary

Chapter 384 Misunderstanding, Section Chief Zhang (asking for monthly ticket)

Late at night, there are still many people who have not fallen asleep.

The desk lamp in the study was dim. Zhang Yi turned off the light, walked to the window, carefully lifted a corner of the heavy curtains, and secretly observed the residential buildings in the distance through a layer of gauze drapery.

The night outside the window was gloomy, and the residential buildings not far away were dark and quiet.

But Zhang Yi had a hunch - behind the curtains of a house not far away, there was a pair of hawk-like eyes staring at him.

He is so persistent that he doesn't even take a break even though the New Year is coming soon.

Zhang Yi smiled secretly.

At the same time, he was wondering whether the continued surveillance and probing of him was Sun Zichao's personal behavior or an arrangement by Dai Chunfeng.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Just as he guessed, the lights were off in a room in the residential building across the street.

Inside the house, two plainclothes officers from the Intelligence Department were wrapped in quilts, shivering with cold. In order to avoid being exposed, there was not even a fire in the room.

A man lifted a corner of the curtain and peeked at Zhang Yi's house opposite with a telescope. Light and shadow flickered in his sight.

"The lights are finally turned off. What do you think Section Chief Zhang is doing in his study room so late at night?"

The man exhaled wearily and put down the telescope.

"How should I know?" Another person hid in the corner, holding a cigarette in his hand, with the butt facing the palm, covering the sparks and taking a puff from time to time.

"What do you think Section Chief Sun is thinking? The boss has given the order, why is he so stubborn?"

"Whatever. We just need to make sure the target is in sight."

"You can't say that. Even if you are working hard, you should still look up and see the road ahead. Don't let yourself be sold out without knowing what's going on and help others count the money."

"We are all small people, we just obey orders, why should we think so much?"

"If Section Chief Zhang finds out we're spying on him and gets angry, we..."

"You really think he doesn't know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Humph, we are all thousand-year-old foxes, who can hide the truth from whom?
Our segmented tracking technology and monitoring methods were all taught by Section Chief Zhang.

When he was catching spies, we were still studying in training classes. In terms of qualifications, ability and experience, we are far behind him. Do you still want to monitor him?"

"Since he discovered it, why pretended not to know?" The man was not convinced. He thought, "The disciple is better than the master, and even tigers take naps sometimes. He was so careful, how could he be discovered?
"Just turn a blind eye. Tigers don't always show their teeth."

The other man smiled disdainfully, took a few puffs of his cigarette, and stamped out the butt. "Okay, it's my turn now. You take a nap first. Section Chief Sun doesn't care about midnight snacks. He's really harsh. Section Chief Zhang is really righteous and treats his brothers as human beings."

"Yes, although Section Chief Zhang is strict with us and meticulous in his work, he is a good person." The man sighed with empathy and whispered:

"It's a rumor that Director Shen somehow found out he was being watched, and he got really angry, so he had his men stop supplying our department with supplies and gasoline.

That would be fine, but they didn’t even give us the New Year’s gifts. It is said that when Section Chief Sun came to ask for them, he was turned away. What do you think of this?”

"I know that the first intelligence department is the most affordable. My classmate Sun Xiaoshuang received half a piece of pork, rice, flour, oil, oranges, apples, and pears. One person's benefits are equivalent to pulling half a truck. We are all working in the same department, so why is the treatment so different?"

"It's fate." The man sighed. At this moment, he wanted to stay with his parents, wife and children in a warm home, but it was obvious that fate did not favor him.

"Yes, it's all fate. There's movement!" another person echoed, and suddenly realized something was wrong, and hurriedly picked up the telescope.

I saw the light in Zhang Yi's study across the street suddenly lit up again.

He looked carefully and saw a vague outline of a person projected through the curtains. The person was leaning on a chair and bending over the desk, busy with something.

"Let me take a look." The man took the telescope and observed carefully, muttering to himself: "Why are you still not asleep so late?"

"He must have remembered that he hadn't finished any work. Section Chief Zhang has been working very hard."

The other person quietly lit a cigarette and said as he smoked, "See? He must have opened the curtains, leaving only the drapery. He is deliberately exposing himself to our sight as a subtle warning."

"It seems that he has really discovered us. The old ones are still the wisest. What should we do now?"

"Just stay with him. As long as he's in sight, you can get the job done. Don't make yourself look bad. Do you want to come and ask for a cup of tea?"

"It can only be the."

In the study, Zhang Yi hid in the corner, secretly looking at his masterpiece.

The person sitting in front of the desk at this moment was a human figure made of clothes that he had taken off and supported by a stick.

At first glance, it is hard to tell whether it is real or fake, as if he is still bent over the desk writing furiously.

After looking at it for a while, he left this disguised "stand-in" behind, quietly left the study, and started to get busy in the dark room.

He took out a canvas bag from under the bed, cleaned up the traces of dragging, and turned to go to the bathroom.

The windows here have been covered for a long time, so there is no need to worry about light and shadows being projected outside.

He turned on a flashlight and placed it at his feet, then began to disguise himself in the dim light of the mirror.

When he opened the canvas bag, he saw women's belongings inside.

Zhang Yi put on a cheongsam, a wig, a lady's woolen hat, painted her nails red, put on lipstick, and put rouge on her face. Then she took out a large purse and put her clothes, high heels, guns, ammunition and other tools into it.

After taking a closer look, Zhang Yi smiled, wiped off the traces of makeup, turned off the flashlight, picked up his purse and quietly left the house.

After going out, he leaned against the wall, listened attentively for a while, put his leather shoes into his purse, then changed into high heels and walked down the street with a clattering sound.

The spy who was selling balloons at the intersection outside the apartment had already withdrawn, and was replaced by a driver who was squatting on the shaft of a cart and smoking. Zhang Yi walked past him steadily in her high heels without looking away.

The scent of rouge wafted into his nostrils. As the driver looked at the tall woman in gorgeous clothes and high-legged legs walking towards him, his throat contracted and he couldn't help swallowing.

He really wanted to go up and ask, "Where are you going, Miss?", but when he thought of his mission, he could only take a deep breath and smoke.

When I turned around to look again, the beauty had already got on a rickshaw and disappeared.

"Miss, where are you going?"

The rickshaw driver was a dusty man in his forties. He wore a tattered cotton jacket with a cotton vest printed with the name of the rickshaw shop on it, and a dirty towel tied around his neck.

The lady didn't say anything, but handed over a note with an address on it.

The driver squinted and was glad that he knew the first two words. "Are you going to Niujiao Street?"

The lady shrank her neck and nodded.

"Okay, sit down."

The rickshaw driver understood and turned around and ran hard, wondering where this delicate young lady was going and what was she doing so late at night. There were only shops and bookstores there, and they were all closed in the middle of the night.

Could it be that there is some hidden place that I don't know about?
Could this lady with such heavy makeup, the scent of rouge, and rosy lips be a prostitute?
There's no doubt about it. Wearing such thin clothes and dressing so seductively in the middle of winter, she must be doing something immoral.

Still so arrogant, huh, who are you looking down on?

When I, Old Huang, save enough money, come to your house and I will ride on you and ravage you.
While the driver was daydreaming, they had already arrived at Niujiao Street.

The lady opened her purse and neatly took out a 100-yuan French franc note. Without even looking at him, she walked away with her waist twisted.

"Pah, ability."

Old Huang happily put away the money and spat secretly. He wanted to secretly watch where the woman was going, but the woman took a few steps and suddenly turned around and stared at him. Old Huang had to smile bitterly, pulled the rickshaw and ran away.

Forget it. Even though the French currency has depreciated severely, 100 yuan is enough to buy some urgently needed items for my family, and I can finally get through this New Year.

Let’s buy the car. I’ve earned 200 yuan today. I don’t have to face that hag’s face when I go home.

Alas, this world is so difficult, and being a man is even more difficult.

Yixin Bookstore.

Zhang Yi hid across the street and observed secretly.

At this time, he had taken off his high heels and cheongsam and changed back into his own clothes and shoes.

After observing for a while and seeing that there was no movement, he leaned out and walked towards the bookstore.

"Knock—knock knock knock", one long and three short knocks, there were knocks on the door at Wang Nai-qi's bookstore.

Hearing some noise in the bookstore, Zhang Yi put the information at the door and disappeared quietly.

Wang Naiqi came out carefully wearing a cotton jacket and picked up the information. Suddenly, he sniffed lightly and there was still a faint scent of rouge in the air.

He raised his eyebrows. Woman? Could it be a "mermaid?" No, could it be that "the deep sea" is a woman? Or is she his helper in development?
This shouldn't be the case. Even if he was a helper, he shouldn't tell her his address so quickly, even if this person was extremely reliable.

Because in Wang Naiqi's view, the "mermaid" is a very cautious person who finds it difficult to trust a third party.

If she was really a woman, then all his previous guesses would be overturned.

Is the “mermaid” really a woman?
Making wild guesses, Wang Naiqi glanced at the street vigilantly and quickly closed the door.

An oil lamp was lit in the dark, and in the halo of light, half-eaten dumplings were visible on the plate on the dining table. More than a dozen dumplings were lined up in an orderly manner like soldiers.

"Is it him?" At this time, his wife Lin Xiumei also came out wearing bright red pajamas.

Wang Naiqi suppressed his suspicions, nodded, and silently opened the information to read it.

It was still the crooked "chicken claw" style, the handwriting was sloppy and messy, but the message it conveyed made Wang Naiqi break out in a cold sweat.

"Shadow" has been arrested in his hometown, but there are still 54 spies hiding in Pagoda Mountain, especially two who have infiltrated the core department such as the Second Bureau of the Military Commission.

Dai Yunong, the spy chief, is very generous.

Lin Xiumei came over and looked at Wang Naiqi, who had a serious expression on his face: "What happened?"

"Nothing, rats have invaded my home again."

"Are there other hidden spies?" Lin Xiumei was stunned.

"Now that we have the list, it's only a matter of time before they are caught." Wang Naiqi chuckled, read the intelligence carefully, looked at Lin Xiumei, and his expression became serious again.

"You can't sleep tonight. If we don't find the undercover, Dai Chunfeng will be restless. Comrade Shenhai has come up with a plan that requires the organization's cooperation. Time is running out, so you must report the intelligence immediately."

Wang Naiqi whispered a few words to her, and Lin Xiumei's eyes sparkled. She immediately went to the inner room to change her clothes and prepared to go out.

"Take this with you, just in case." Wang Naiqi took out a pistol from the secret compartment under the bed.

"No need. It would be eye-catching if I, a housewife, carried a gun. Don't worry, I have this." Lin Xiumei took out the scissors hidden in her sleeves.

"Okay, be sure to pay attention to safety."

"Do not worry!"

The night was deeper.

Zhang Yi has now arrived at No. 32 Shangqing Temple, the location of the safe house secretly purchased by his grandson Zichao.

Unlike other places that were pitch black, this street was still brightly lit.

Because this road is inhabited by veterans of the Kuomintang and high-ranking officials. The former Prime Minister Ju lives here, and next to him is the Chairman of the National Government Lin and the President of the Control Yuan Yu.

Zhang Yi was still wearing a cheongsam and high heels. She walked over slowly without looking around.

The guards here were knowledgeable and just glanced at "her" and paid no more attention.

This made Zhang Yi secretly relieved. Once he was interrogated, his identity would be exposed.

Although he was confident that he could escape and be safe, the mission would be wasted.

Avoiding the guards' sight, Zhang Yi put on leather shoes and stood across the road from No. 32 Shangqing Temple. He looked around and seeing nothing unusual, he quickly crossed the road and walked to the gate.

He listened attentively to the door for a while but heard no sound. He took out a flashlight and covered it with his hand, then carefully observed the crack in the door. When he found no special arrangement, he took out a piece of wire from his bag, inserted it into the keyhole, and poked it up and down several times. Then, with a "click", the lock opened.

But Zhang Yi did not go in immediately. He held the door handle with his gloved hand, held his breath and listened more carefully.

After a while, seeing that there was still no movement, he gently pushed the door open a crack.

There was a dusty doormat inside the door.

Zhang Yi was secretly alert. He put on shoe covers, stepped over gently, and closed the door quietly.

He kept his finger on the trigger and observed for a while before turning on the flashlight and carefully examining the house.

There was no smell of cooking smoke in Sun Zichao's apartment.

The house was very clean, especially the kitchen, as if the people who lived there were not involved in worldly affairs. However, there were all the necessary furniture, and they were all of high quality. I don't know if they were left by the previous owner or bought by Sun Zichao himself.

However, in Zhang Yi's eyes, these looked more like decorations.

After looking for a while, he walked to the study.

The scene here was very different from the living room. The bookshelves were full of books, but the book covers and the tables were covered with a fine layer of dust.

Zhang Yi looked at the books on the bookshelf thoughtfully, took out a folded piece of paper that he had prepared in advance from his purse, and taped it under the corner of the desk with rubber tape.

After a careful inspection, he found that as long as he didn't lower his head to look carefully, he would not be easily discovered, so he turned around and walked out.

On the other side, a black car was parked far away on the road not far from Zhang Yi's house.

After the car was turned off, we waited for a while before three people got out of the car.

They quickly crossed the road and followed the corner of the wall to a fork in the road. Someone whispered a few bird calls, and then soft footsteps were heard nearby.

He is a rickshaw driver.

"Did you find anything?"

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One of the three people, a man wearing a top hat and a black windbreaker with his collar turned up, asked with a kind smile on his face. It was Sun Zichao.

"No, I was crouching there the whole time and didn't even notice a mouse."

"Where have you been all this time? Have you ever changed your position?" Sun Zichao couldn't help but frown when he heard the rickshaw driver say this.

Rickshaw driver: "Yes, Chief Sun, why don't you send more people? A rickshaw without passengers is conspicuous enough. I've probably been exposed a long time ago. What's the point of making such a fuss?"

Sun Zichao said: "I will send you some manpower, but not now."

The rickshaw driver remained silent in dismay.

Sun Zichao glanced at him and was secretly annoyed. There were people everywhere in the mobile teams, including the schools in the suburbs, the Meteorological Bureau, the library, the Telecommunications Department, the departments, and the homes of the directors. The battle line was too long.

What’s even more frustrating is that after a whole day of surveillance, no valuable intelligence was obtained. Everyone seemed to be hibernating and had stopped working.

How can you continue the performance if there are no guests?
In addition, as the year was coming to an end, these subordinates began to cheat and make fools of themselves. Not only were the people who were following and monitoring Director Shen exposed, but Director Xu of the Justice Department also made mistakes.

Different from Director Shen who secretly set obstacles for him, Director Xu of the Justice Department acted openly. He stopped the car and beat up the two plainclothes officers who were following and monitoring him, then drove away. Now the lawsuit has been brought to Boss Dai.

If this continues, I'm afraid Boss Dai won't be able to control it anymore.

Sun Zichao understood that the reason was that his foundation was too shallow.

If he wants to gain a firm foothold in the bureau headquarters, the first thing he needs to do is to accumulate experience over time, but he can't wait and he doesn't have the time.

The New Year is coming tomorrow. What will be waiting for him?

The second is to solve a major case as soon as possible and establish prestige with ability. Originally, he was full of confidence for no reason, but now
There was a deep fatigue in Sun Zichao's eyes.

After a pause, he asked unwillingly, "No one has come in or out since evening?"

The driver thought for a moment and said, "An hour ago, a woman dressed up in fancy clothes went out."

"What does it look like?"

"She was wearing heavy makeup, so I couldn't see clearly, but I was sure it was a woman."

Cursing "idiot" inwardly, Sun Zichao frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he took out a few banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the driver, smiling again:

"It's Chinese New Year, so I bought some candy for the kids at home and worked a little harder. This is when people are most sleepy, but mice often sneak out at this time to do bad things."

"Thank you, Chief Sun." The driver forced an awkward smile on his frozen purple face, took the money, and turned away.

"Let's go up and take a look." Sun Zichao took two plainclothes officers to the surveillance point.

The two plainclothes officers in charge of surveillance were yawning and smoking behind the curtains. When they saw Sun Zichao coming in, they quickly put out their cigarettes.

"Section Chief."

"Is there anything unusual?"

"Everything is normal, the target is always in our sight."

Sun Zichao nodded, fanned the smoke, walked to the window, picked up the telescope and started observing.

There was still a blurry silhouette of a person in sight, leaning on a chair and bending over the desk, busy with something.

"Section Chief Zhang is really working hard!"

He was about to put down the telescope when he suddenly frowned:
"How long has he been in this position? Has he been busy in the study?"

The two plainclothes officers who were monitoring the situation looked at each other in bewilderment. "It's been more than an hour, right?"

The other person took the surveillance record, looked at his watch again, and gave a confirmed time:
"One hour and forty minutes."

"Never moved? Never went to the bathroom?"

"Is there anything wrong with this?"

"This is a big problem." Sun Zichao snorted coldly, his face looking unusually serious.

He remembered what the plainclothes officer disguised as a rickshaw driver had said just now, that a woman with heavy makeup and dressed so gaudy that her appearance could not be seen had gone out, and he couldn't help but frown.

Is Zhang Yi really at home?
Is this woman a disguised one or his accomplice?
Bonnie and Clyde? A mermaid and a deep sea.

Maybe it's a coincidence, but there is no such thing as coincidence in the agent's dictionary.

No matter what, he needs to go to Zhang Yi's house to investigate at this moment.

"Section Chief Sun?"

Sun Zichao's face was gloomy and he ignored the plainclothes police who were asking him questions. He glanced at the phone on the table, picked it up and dialed it.

The phone was connected and rang for a long time, but no one answered.

After hanging up the phone, a smile appeared on Sun Zichao's face.

Would a person in the study not hear the phone in the living room? Would an intelligence officer ignore the phone?
At this moment, he was more and more certain that Zhang Yi was definitely not at home. Maybe that woman was him in disguise. What was he doing sneaking out in the middle of the night in a different appearance?
He must be contacting his accomplices.

Wow, he even dressed up as a woman just to make a connection. He’s really cunning!

With such scheming and such superb skills, he must be the undercover agent lurking in the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Thinking of this, Sun Zichao couldn't help feeling proud of himself. He finally caught you.

After a moment of silence, Sun Zichao pulled out his pistol and loaded it neatly, saying seriously: "Prepare for action!"

"Catch who?"

"Zhang Yi."

Several plainclothes officers were stunned at the same time.

"Do it now!"

"Hey, hey, does Director Dai know about this?"

"I'll call him right away."

A plainclothes officer hesitated for a moment, then said, "Chief Sun, according to the rules, this matter must be approved by the director of the bureau or the director of the department."

Sun Zichao had long lost his patience and suddenly exploded:
"This is the order I give you now. If you delay any longer, the rat will return to its nest. As long as he is not at home, he is the one."

He almost stuck close to the plainclothes officer's face and growled in a low voice:
"I'm telling you, if you arrest someone, break the rules, or make a mistake, I'll take the blame! But if you make mistakes, you'll all be in trouble."

"Yes." The plainclothes officer was alerted by his scolding. He quickly took out his pistol and walked out first, and the others followed one after another.

The group went downstairs quietly, crossed the road, and under the command of Sun Zichao, they worked in groups of two and approached Zhang Yi's home silently from two directions.

A plainclothes officer tiptoed up to the door and listened for a few seconds. Seeing that there was no movement in the house, he immediately waved his hand and the other plainclothes officers gathered around.

The plainclothes officer closest to the door took out a special screwdriver from his pocket, looked back at Sun Zichao, and when he saw Sun Zichao nod, he inserted the screwdriver into the lock core, poked it up and down a few times, and pulled it out. The lock opened with a "click".

A plainclothes officer pushed the door open and was about to go in, when suddenly, a hand grabbed him.

When he looked back, he saw the plainclothes officer behind him looking at the crack in the door with a stern face. He looked intently and was instantly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

I saw a thin wire hanging inside the door with a grenade hanging on it. If he had used a little more force just now, he might have died by now.

Sun Zichao watched all this coldly. While he was satisfied with the alertness of the plainclothes police, he was even more certain that Zhang Yi was not at home. How could anyone sleep at home with a grenade hanging at the door?

The plainclothes officer wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, reached in with one hand to hold the grenade, and cut the thin rope with a pair of scissors with the other hand.

Inside the house, there was silence, except for a ray of light coming from the study.

Several people walked in quietly and quickly. Sun Zichao quickened his pace, passed them and went straight to the study, as if he was sure of victory.

He had just put his hand on the door handle when suddenly, the door was yanked open from the inside and a black gun was pointed at his head.

Sun Zichao's smile froze.

Why is Zhang Yi at home? Why doesn't he answer the phone?
Click, that's the sound of the safety latch being pressed.

"Don't move, put down your gun!" Zhang Yi said, and turned on the lights in the living room, revealing several plainclothes officers who were frozen in place.

Zhang Yi was wearing thick pajamas and cotton slippers. There were several wrinkles on his face and a piece of tea leaf on his cheek. He seemed to have just woken up, but his sleepy eyes were now filled with coldness.

"Section Chief Zhang."

Zhang Yi didn't even look at them, staring coldly at Sun Zichao:
"You broke into my house for no reason, carrying guns and mobilizing a large number of people. Are you here to arrest me? Or to assassinate me?"

Sun Zichao was speechless.

"I need an explanation."

"Chief Zhang, listen to me. I've wanted to visit your home for a long time but never had the chance. I called you just now but you didn't answer. I thought something happened so I came to see you." Sun Zichao opened his mouth and forced out an awkward smile.

"I don't have the patience to listen to you beating around the bush. Save this for the Director General."

"Misunderstanding, Chief Zhang, I will report this to Mr. Dai." He turned his head and said to the four frozen plainclothes officers:

"Don't back out yet."

The four plainclothes officers quickly put away their guns and stepped back tactfully.

"Stop! Did I let you go?" Upon hearing this, the four of them fell silent.

"Chief Zhang, this is none of their business. Sun was really worried about your safety, so he handled the situation inappropriately. I hope you can forgive me for any offense. I will report this to Mr. Dai and I will come to apologize someday."

Zhang Yi glanced at him indifferently and said, "How you report to Boss Dai is your business. Let's settle this account today first."

Sun Zichao looked pale and said nothing.

Zhang Yi didn't give him a chance to react. He picked up the handle of the gun and smashed it on his head. In an instant, blood gushed out.

Sun Zichao touched the bleeding wound on his forehead expressionlessly:
"Can I go?"

"Not enough. This is the price for offending me."

After saying that, Zhang Yi hit him with the butt of the gun again.

This time, the blow was even more powerful. Sun Zichao staggered and it took him a long time to recover. He covered his bloody forehead and asked, "What about this time?"

"Compensation for the lock on my door."

After saying that, Zhang Yi calmly put away his gun and said, "Go away, don't be an eyesore here."

"I understand!"

Sun Zichao looked at him deeply, then turned and left.

Several plainclothes officers glanced at Zhang Yi timidly and retreated in panic.

A plainclothes officer walked to the door, put a grenade on the ground with a smirk, and ran away again.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, the good show is about to begin!

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(End of this chapter)