My spy diary

Chapter 60 Surveillance (please read and vote monthly)
On a heavy rainy night, the lonely city was empty, and not a single pedestrian could be seen on the road.

Zhang Yi opened the curtain of the car and glanced at the lonely street lamp flickering in the alley in the distance, turned around and said:
"From now on, only one person will be left in each vehicle to monitor the vehicle. Everyone else will sleep and recharge their batteries. No smoking or making any noise."

"Yes." Everyone agreed cautiously, not knowing what medicine Zhang Yi was selling in the gourd.

Liu Kui, who was sitting in the front row, turned around and asked softly:

"Captain, who are you spying on? Haven't you heard any information?"

"You sleep with a woman in your arms at night, how do you know that I have no source of intelligence?" Zhang Yi asked back, and then said seriously:

"I received a police report from the investigation and have found the address of the female killer. Now my goal is very clear, which is to monitor her and follow her. I want to know everything about her."

As he spoke, he saw looks of surprise and surprise on several people's faces, and said sternly:
"Cheer up for me. This tracking can only succeed, not fail. I would rather lose you than let her find out. If anyone makes a mistake, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Yes."

Seeing the stern faces and solemn atmosphere of several people, Zhang Yi suddenly smiled and said softly:
"Of course, if anyone makes a great contribution, in addition to rewards, I will personally ask the section chief for credit. Maybe he can also become an officer."

When several plainclothes agents heard this, their eyes instantly became eager.

To put it nicely, they are spies, but there are generally three types of spies in the Secret Service.

The first is the nepotism between Boss Dai's team and the brothers and sisters who defected to Huangpu.

The second type is those who graduated from major spy training courses or Jiangsu and Zhejiang police schools.

At present, the Secret Service does not have a large number of special agent training courses like after the Anti-Japanese War, but Dai Chunfeng has held several special agent training courses at Sandao Gaojing Military Academy in Jinling, which has opened the way for future agent training courses. In addition, there are Hong Gongci advanced training class.
The third type is those who are selected or assigned from the military or police gangs, or introduced by related households.

The last type is the external staff or operational personnel of the Secret Service, such as spies, gangsters, and gang members.

Boss Dai's method is to place Huangpu students in internal offices and large field units as skeletons, show them to the principal, and then collect various talents from society to participate.

Although there are many people who have notorious misdeeds in society, as long as they are politically reliable and have skills, he will always recruit them without hesitation.

Zhang Yi's subordinates are considered the third category of personnel. They have military ranks but are not officers. If they have no connections or are recommended by their supervisors, it is extremely difficult to get promoted.

To put it bluntly, they are consumables, used to charge into battle, and there will naturally be a place to replenish them after death.

At this moment, Zhang Yi promised them a way to ascend, and every one of them couldn't help but beam with joy.

"Okay, cheer up and think about how to disguise yourself tomorrow and how to follow and monitor."

Zhang Yi gave an order and then began to close his eyes and rest.

In an alley not far from Zhang Yi and others, the dark door of a house had half of the word "Fu" missing on it.

This is a mixed-use courtyard house.

At this moment, a faint light lit up in a house on the left, and then disappeared again.

At the window, Lin Mingmei carefully lifted a corner of the curtain and carefully observed the movement in the lower courtyard.

The dark courtyard was quiet, with occasional murmurs and men's snores heard.

She frowned, lowered the curtains, and then lit an oil lamp. A charming face was reflected in the dim light.

With her beauty, she should live in a high-end apartment or a better place. Maybe a few men would flock to her if she just winked at her.

But although the telephone operator has a decent and fashionable job, she is an intern, her income is not high, and she lives in a high-end apartment, which is not consistent with her status.

If you are dependent on a man and live under the same roof all day long, your secrets will always be exposed.

As a latent spy, from the day she left her hometown and became anonymous, she had completely cut off from her past, started a new life with a new identity, and was lost in the vast sea of ​​people.

Now her job is to play the role of a good telephone operator. At this moment, Lin Mingmei gently turned on the radio on the table, tuned to a channel skillfully, and then took out paper and pen from the drawer.

After a few seconds, a hoarse voice with a hint of coquettishness came from the radio.

"Now play today's vegetable prices, cucumber 0.121 yuan, spinach 0.223 yuan."

"Repeat that."

After carefully checking the numbers on the paper, Lin Mingmei wrote and drew on the paper, and quickly translated a line of text.

"Rose, congratulations, today is twelve o'clock at the New Moon Coffee Shop, the code for connector number two."

After seeing the message, Lin Mingmei's charming face showed a hint of pride, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a hint of disdain.

Congratulations were naturally praise for the success of the mission. Thinking of the naive man full of illusions and the group of stupid Chinese agents behind him, she smiled disdainfully, crumpled the paper and swallowed it in her mouth, then extinguished the oil lamp and fell asleep again.

The morning after the rain was a bit chilly. In the distance, grandma was already sweeping the floor with a broom, and smoke was rising from the alleys and alleys.

Zhang Yi opened the car door, sat in, threw a few steamed buns wrapped in oil paper to Liu Kui, and ordered:
"Everyone wake up, cheer up, eat, and start moving."

He stuffed the bun into his mouth and said:
"I have just observed that it is five kilometers from here to the telephone exchange. There are six public phone booths on the street. Other places where you can make calls are unknown.

Observe for yourselves. Our task is very simple. We work in pairs, and one person is responsible for keeping an eye on where the target is likely to go.

One person guarded the phone booth for me and kept the information flowing at all times. The others used cars and rickshaws to follow me from a distance. Remember, I would rather lose you than alert someone. "

As he spoke, he looked solemn, his sharp eyes passing over everyone's face, and continued:
"I won't go into details. When you disguise yourself, remember your identity and do things related to your identity. Don't make extraneous things and expose yourself."

"Yes."

"Liu Kui, you are responsible for the statistics of intelligence and notifying other people in the team to support and take action."

"Yes."

Zhang Yi gave the order, watched the car drive away, and found a breakfast restaurant to sit down.

This is a street wonton shop. The owner is a simple, dark and sturdy middle-aged man.

He ordered two taels of wontons and ate them in small bites while quietly observing every diner and passer-by.

When he was about to finish the bowl of Chaos, the target he was waiting for finally appeared.

She wore a plain cheongsam, a perm, a pair of high heels, light makeup, and a charming oval face, which was consistent with her identity.

After all, telephone operator is the most fashionable job nowadays.

The cheongsam showed off her slender figure, her waist was soft, and she walked a little enchantingly.

Zhang Yi glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that there was a big gap between the woman's appearance and the sketch drawn by the artist. However, he had seen her photo in the telephone exchange, and now that she was right, he could not identify the wrong person.

As far as Zhang Yi knows, the Japanese army is very strict in selecting female spies. They screen and train them in terms of beauty, appearance, intelligence and other aspects. The training is rigorous, and they are proficient in assassination and intelligence spying. He is especially good at using his female advantage to obtain intelligence and assassination through his beauty and charm.

I just don’t know what organization the target is from.

Seeing the target appear, Zhang Yi took out a cigarette and banged it on the table three times to signal for surveillance. Then he paid the bill with the boss and walked in the opposite direction.

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(End of this chapter)