My spy diary

Chapter 392 Intelligence (please vote)

In the office, Dai Chunfeng looked solemn.

"Both of them ran away?"

"Yes."

"Hundreds of people can't even catch two people, what do you do for a living?"

He Shangyou, Yang Rong, He Zhiyuan, and Zhang Yi, who were sitting on pins and needles nearby, lowered their heads, looked discouraged, and said almost at the same time:
"I am willing to accept the investigation."

Dai Chunfeng snorted: "You don't need to explain to me now. Ladies and gentlemen, just think about how to explain it to the chairman when he asks!"

Mao Qiwu, who was standing by, came out to smooth things over: "Commander, the Red Party has always been cunning. Maybe when the fishmongering couple moved, this Lin Mei and his fake husband had already escaped. The action plan is very thorough, but it's a little late."

Dai Chunfeng frowned and said nothing.

After a long time, in great frustration and annoyance, he said:
"We can't let this matter end like this. We're publicly looking for these two as murderers. The people from the Intelligence and Operations Departments should not withdraw. They should continue to check for suspicious persons at major traffic arteries. All right, you guys go back and make arrangements."

Zhang Yi and his friends were speechless and left the office angrily.

As soon as they left, Dai Chunfeng immediately asked Mao Qiwu: "How is it?"

Mao Qiwu: "At the same time as the several departments took action, the people from the Inspectorate Office secretly went out, and so far, no suspicious people have been found."

At this point, he smiled bitterly, "These people are all very smart. I'm afraid they have already discovered the surveillance."

Dai Chunfeng sneered: "Unless someone has something to hide, a person won't care if someone is watching him."

After saying this, he stood up and paced on the ground.

After a while, he suddenly stopped and asked, "How is the preparation for the new infiltration plan going?"

"A total of 3 people have been selected from the third phase of the Hanzhong class and are currently undergoing final training."

Dai Chunfeng nodded. The brave warriors who had infiltrated with great effort before were almost all caught now. It was heartbreaking to think about it.

If the enemy has spies within its own side, and we have no spies within the enemy, then the situation will only become more dangerous. It will be safer if you are in me and I am in you.

But in this way, both parties will eventually fall into a cycle of hanging tracks, becoming a link in the infinite chain of "I know, you know, I know."

All is fair in war. When it comes to this, you can only use what is true and what is false, and each one relies on his own means.

"See, I told you something was going to happen."

After leaving Boss Dai's office, He Shangyou swept away his previous frustration and his tone became more gloating.

"Yes, we also captured Chen Mandun and Zhao Fusheng. The Intelligence Department and the Operations Department worked in vain." Zhang Yi echoed.

He Shangyou smiled and said, "We have captured these two people. It should be a happy event. We should hold a celebration banquet. However, Boss Dai is very angry. Forget about the celebration banquet. However, I have some good tea that I just received. Would you like to try it, Chief Zhang?"

Zhang Yi guessed that he had something to discuss, so he agreed with a smile.

Arriving at the office, He Shangyou took out a tea can from the cabinet:

"This is authentic raw Pu'er tea that my relatives in Yunnan specially sent me. I can't even bear to drink it myself, so I'm giving it to you today."

"How can this be so embarrassing? I'll go to the bar."

"You sit down - just sit down if I tell you to. I'll make the tea myself."

As He Shangyou prepared the tea set and kettle, he continued:

"Originally we were planning to place Zhao Fusheng back in his original position, but then I thought about it and felt that this plan was a bit stupid."

"How could that be? We insisted to the public that we had arrested a murderer, so we made the statement clean and went through the motions before transferring him to Wanglongmen Detention Center."

"It's a bit crude." He Shangyou shook his head, slowly made tea, and handed a cup to Zhang Yi.

"Do you have any new ideas, Virgo? I'd like to hear your opinions!"

"It wasn't my idea, it was my secretary's."

"Oh."

"The murderer's crime remains the same. We, the underground party, all know it. But we can take this 'murderer' with us to identify and arrest his accomplices."

"Fishing? Sounds like a good plan." Zhang Yiju paused with the teacup at his lips. This was completely unexpected for him.

Just like the charge of murder given to Zhao Fusheng, when the Military Intelligence Bureau arrested political prisoners, they would falsely accuse him of being an accomplice or a thief. Some even deliberately brought real thieves or murderers with them for identification, saying that they were accomplices or had shared the loot together. In this way, they could take away political prisoners without any evidence, and the people would applaud.

Real thieves or murderers dare not disobey. If you do not cooperate, the simplest thing is that the spies will immediately instigate another criminal to claim that you are an accomplice, and you will have no choice but to submit.

This Secretary Wang is quite insidious.

But I have to say that this guy is a "talent".

"Yes, it's good." He Shangyou took a sip of tea comfortably and said meaningfully.

"This is an open card. Although the Red Party is more tightly organized than before, they hate traitors to the core. I don't believe that all underground party members can endure this.
As long as we take people to places where the Red Party is active, such as schools and places where progressive newspapers and magazines are published, the hidden underground party members will not understand the situation and will inevitably feel insecure.

At this time, they will be anxious and angry, and then impulsive. When people are impulsive, they will make many childish mistakes.

Now is our chance. If we are lucky and successfully instigate a plan to kill the traitors, we will be able to close in as soon as they take action."

Sensing He Shangyou's pride, Zhang Yi immediately praised: "Chu Zuo is very shrewd and cunning, and I am far behind him."

He Shangyou was naturally pleased with what he heard, but he was not so shrewd as to resist a few words of flattery. He took a sip of tea and said:
"We still can't let our guard down. We don't know where they are, but we know what kind of people they are. Each of them is an outstanding warrior. We must not lose when facing such a group of people."

Zhang Yi immediately said, "Then shall I go and make arrangements now?"

"I have asked Secretary Wang to make the arrangements. It's New Year's Day, so we should take a break and let the youngsters practice." After saying that, he looked up at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi was surprised and said with a fake smile: "That's good, I can just be lazy."

On the other side, at the Wanglongmen Detention Center, the iron gate was locked and two fully armed guards were standing guard at the door.

A prison van slowly stopped in front of the door. Secretary Wang got out triumphantly and handed over his ID, and the door quickly opened.

The prison van continued to drive in and finally stopped in front of an iron gate. After knocking on the door for a long time, the old man guarding the door finally opened it.

Secretary Wang handed him the ID and documents: "You are so slow, you want to freeze us to death."

The old man smiled and said, "My ears are not very sharp." As he said this, he took out his reading glasses to check his ID.

"Zhao Fusheng? A murderer? Why is a murderer imprisoned here?"

Secretary Wang sneered and glanced at him: "I still want to know, why don't you go ask your director?"

The old man smiled awkwardly and quickly opened the door.

"Secretary Wang, please come this way." The head prison guard inside had obviously received the notice. He greeted them warmly and led them through another door and into a dark passage heading underground.

The light becomes darker as you go down, and at the end of the passage is an iron door.

The prison guard opened the iron gate and led several people in.

The passage was dark and damp, and one could hear the sound of dripping water and the rustling of rats running along the way.

Secretary Wang covered his nose and coughed twice. The smell here made him feel a little nauseous.

The prison guard explained: "This kind of place is like this. The prisoners eat, drink, defecate and urinate in the same room. How can it not stink? This is hell on earth. The sooner you die, the sooner you will be free, hehe."

Secretary Wang glanced at him, then turned his head to look at Zhao Fusheng, who was being dragged by plainclothes officers and covered with a hood:

"This person can't die. He will be of great use. If you get things done, maybe you will get promoted and leave this damn place."

The prison guard looked delighted and became even more respectful: "Don't worry, the director has already given instructions. Everything is up to you." As he spoke, several people had walked to a row of doorways, each of which was blocked by an iron door.

The prison guard walked to the door of one of the empty cells and opened the iron door with a key. There was another iron barred door inside.

In the dirty and narrow doorway, there was only a brick platform, which was the bed.

There was a wooden barrel in the corner to hold excrement.

That's all there is to the cell.

"go in."

Secretary Wang waved his hand, and the plainclothes officers took off the cloth cover on Zhao Fusheng's head and threw him in.

Although the traitor was mentally prepared, the scene before him still made him lose control. He grabbed the iron railing and looked at Secretary Wang eagerly:
"Secretary Wang, I have already agreed to cooperate with you in the play, how can you..."

"That's enough. You've put on a full show. If you're not a murderer in jail, do we have to prepare a house and a car for you? Do we have to provide you with a chef and servants? Don't forget, your parents are still in our hands, humph!"

After these words were spoken, Zhao Fusheng could no longer defend himself.

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At this moment, he regretted to death, regretting why he became a traitor, what was the purpose, to save his life? But even if he became a traitor, he did not get rich and glory, but had to live like a rat in such a dirty corner.

The night is quiet.

[Today’s information has been refreshed]

[1. You have met Huang Dahai and obtained relevant information - Huang Dahai, Chairman of Dahai Freight Company, real identity is Deputy Secretary of the Urban Construction Department of Shancheng, head of the transportation line, and lives at No. 23, Sima Lane, Yuzhong.]

Don't judge a book by its cover, Zhang Yixin said.

Of course, spies lead a double life, loving those around them while hiding their true inner selves, appearing one way to the outside world but something completely different on the inside.

So why do people engage in espionage? Why would someone risk the safety of their family, their friends and a stable job to plunge into the dangerous and shady world of espionage?
Furthermore, why would someone initially join an intelligence organization and then defect to the enemy?

There are all kinds of spies in the world. Some are driven by ideology, politics or patriotism.

A considerable number of people become spies out of greed, as the financial rewards of espionage are tempting.

Others take up espionage because of the potential for fame and camaraderie that secrecy brings.

Faith determines one's will and quality, and determines how he behaves.

So some people are brave but stick to their principles, while others are greedy and cowardly.

[2. You met Dai Chunfeng today and obtained relevant intelligence—Dai Chunfeng is brewing a new undercover plan.]

[3. You met Mao Qiwu today and obtained relevant intelligence - Mao Qiwu has transferred Zhou Weicheng, the head of the Jianle Section, to Yunnan to carry out the mission.]

Zhang Yi found it funny. What mission could a Peking Opera actor perform?
Beauty trap?
I'm afraid it's a scheme to kill with a borrowed knife.

Perhaps soon news will be sent back that Zhou Weicheng was killed by the Red Party or Japanese spies while carrying out his mission, and then a Yunhui badge will be applied for him to calm public opinion and reassure people.

Having played with Director Mao's woman once and lost his life, even if it was exchanged for a medal, any spy with a bit of brains would think it was not worth it. Not to mention provoking Xiang Xinying, even if she came to him voluntarily, he would not dare to touch her.

All I can say is that Mao Qiwu is a ruthless person.

After receiving the information, Zhang Yi thought for a while, rummaged through the iron trash can in the living room, and finally found a business card.

Looking at the phone number above, he smiled.

Many people couldn't sleep that night.

In the darkness, the lamp at the head of Huang Dahai's bed was turned on with a click. It was Mrs. Huang who turned on the light.

She sat up, looked at her disturbed husband, and asked:
"Can't sleep?"

Huang Dahai, who was tossing and turning in bed, kept his eyes open. He turned over with his back to her and said, "Go to sleep and leave me alone."

Mrs. Huang looked at him and said, "The organization will handle the matter of the traitor. There's no point in you getting anxious."

Huang Dahai frowned and said nothing.

At this moment, the bedside phone rang suddenly, and the sound was particularly harsh.

The couple both stared at the phone.

Huang Dahai hesitated for a moment, made a gesture to his wife to keep quiet, and carefully picked up the phone. There was a burst of electricity on the other end, and the sound was low and vague, as if someone was covering the receiver with a piece of paper and rubbing it continuously.

"Is it Huang Dahai?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"Zhao Fusheng is in Wanglongmen Prison."

"Hey, did you call the wrong number?"

The line on that end has been disconnected.

"who is it?"

"I don't know." Huang Dahai said, having already turned over from the bed, "No matter whether the information is true or false, I will go out for a trip."

"Could it be a trap?"

Huang Dahai walked to the window, looked out at the vast night, and shook his head:
"As long as they suspect something, they will monitor or arrest people. There's no need to test them. In any case, I will report the intelligence first and my superiors will verify it."

Mrs. Huang didn't know what to say for a moment and pondered over his words carefully.

The night sky was pitch black, with no moon or stars, and the detention center was even more eerie.

The old man on guard was sitting by the stove, slurping the steaming noodles in his lunch box, when suddenly the hand-cranked telephone on the table rang.

He walked over, picked up the phone, listened to a few words, hung up, and sat back down to eat.

After finishing his meal, he carefully cleaned the lunch box, put his chopsticks into his sleeves, took out a bunch of keys from the back of the drawer, and then staggered towards the cell.

The dim lights flickered weakly in the prison corridor. Several guards were hiding in their sentry posts, listening to the radio and drinking wine, completely unaware that the old man had opened the third iron gate.

The further in he went, the darker the light became. The old man walked forward into the depths of the corridor. The dim light shone from behind him, and his determined face could still be seen in the backlight.

Finally, he arrived outside the cell where Zhao Fusheng was imprisoned.

After looking left and right cautiously, he took out a key, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it lightly. The lock opened.

Zhao Fusheng, who was restless and couldn't fall asleep, heard the noise, turned over suddenly and looked at him in a daze: "You..."

As soon as he said this, the old man approached quietly like a cheetah.

In an instant, a pair of big hands covered the traitor's mouth and nose, and the chopsticks pierced straight into his neck. The movement was neat and smooth, and the traitor didn't make any sound.

After doing all this, he remained calm, cleaned the bloody chopsticks, put them into his sleeves, and then put Zhao Fusheng back on the bed.

Then he locked the door and left, returning to the small world he was guarding, as if nothing had happened.

At daybreak, the prison guards who were to take over the shift arrived. The old man completed the handover and left with his wine jug.

Shortly after he left, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the prison and screams were heard everywhere.

"Killing!"

……

(End of this chapter)