My spy diary

Chapter 82 Gunfight (please recommend and vote monthly)
Zhang Yi glanced at his watch. It was now five minutes past twelve o'clock in the evening.

This train starts from Shanghai and goes to Jinling via Nanxiang, Kunshan, Suzhou, Changzhou, Zhenjiang.

The time to arrive at Xiaguan Station in Jinling is five o'clock in the morning.

So he had enough time to find Ono Akira.

But it’s not that easy to find someone on the train. There is no real-name system these days, and train tickets are not numbered. In addition to seat classes, you can sit wherever you want.

This train has a total of nine carriages, one luxury carriage, two first-class carriages, two second-class carriages, and the rest are third-class carriages.

The ticket price for third-class seats is 2.5 yuan, second-class seats are 5 yuan, first-class seats are 10 yuan, and the ticket price for luxury cars is 600 yuan.

There are soft sleepers, billiards rooms, and small coffee rooms in the luxury carriages. Foreign butlers, bellmen, chefs, and waiters provide passengers with a full range of services throughout the journey, which is no different from the five-star hotels of later generations.

So no matter what era you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Zhang Yi carefully thought about where Ono Akira was hiding. The work of an agent is like an underground undercurrent. It is quiet, tortuous, rapid, and even dangerous. But every clever agent is an excellent actor. You can't tell it on the surface. Every bit.

He may be unattractive, dressed in ordinary clothes, and his reactions are a bit dull and slow.

So Zhang Yi gave up the luxury carriage and looked for it in the second-class carriage he was riding in first.

He held the novel in his hand and seemed to be looking intently, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd around him.

At this moment, most of the passengers have fallen asleep, and some like Zhang Yi are reading newspapers and books. Everything seems normal.

But Zhang Yi was not discouraged. He searched carriage by carriage, trying to find some clues.

As soon as he entered the second-class carriage, Zhang Yi heard steady and powerful footsteps behind him. He saw in the glass a patrolman wearing a black uniform, calm and looking like he was looking for someone.

"Pa", a big hand pressed on his shoulder. Just as Zhang Yigang was about to turn around, he saw this man scolding:

"Don't move, stand close to the door."

As he spoke, he pushed Zhang Yi and pressed him against the door of the passage between the carriages. His other hand had already begun to touch the cuffs.

"I've been watching you for a long time. Why are you walking around without sleep in the middle of the night? Are you looking for a target to attack?
Tell me, no one on any road dares to show off his tricks and act wildly on my car. "

"Put your hands behind your back." The patrolman scolded, holding Zhang Yi's wrist with one hand and cuffing it with the other.

However, at this moment, Zhang Yi suddenly moved. He stepped on the patrolman hard. At the moment when he was in pain, he hit the opponent's face with an elbow, and when he turned around, he punched out with both fists.

With a "bang", the patrolman was hit hard on the chest and leaned against the wall of the car with a groan.

Just as he was about to touch the shell gun at his waist, he saw Zhang Yi approaching, his thumb and index finger pinching his throat like tongs.

A feeling of pain and suffocation came. The patrolman's face turned red. He felt his throat was itchy and his chest was swollen. He stared and gasped to draw his gun.

As soon as I touched it, I was shocked again. The gun was long gone.

At this moment, the young man in front of him was playing with his pistol with his left hand.

"Mauser military pistol, mass-produced in 1931, with a length of 288 mm, a caliber of 7.73, a weight of 1.24 kg, a 20-round magazine, a shooting speed of 425 meters per second, and an effective range of 50 to 150 meters. Unfortunately, this gun is a replica Yes, okay, just cuff it yourself, don’t take any chances." Zhang Yi played with the pistol, glanced at the handcuffs, and said calmly.

The patrolman originally thought that Zhang Yi was just a little thief who dressed up as a student and committed crimes. Now that he had seen his skills, and then listened to him report the coefficient of firearms that he did not even understand, his old face turned red. He was both frightened and frightened. Feeling ashamed and aggrieved, seeing the gun pointed at him, he hurriedly cuffed himself.

"Okay, now let's go to the question and answer session."

"Name"

"Dai Dai Xiuzhang"

"native place"

"Jinling Xiaguan native"

"Department"

"Patrol officer from the Road Police Administration of the Ministry of Railways."

"How many years have you been working?"

"13."

"How many patrol officers are there in the car?"

"Three. There are two more sleeping. Let's change the guard and patrol."

"You were patrolling the train. Did you see anyone suspicious?"

"Hero, what do you do?

There are many suspicious people on the train, and thieves and robbers from all over the mountains and mountains often appear. A thief just got off the station in front of you, you..."

What to do? Can I tell you?

Zhang Yi sneered and said, "Okay, let's take off your clothes. I'll wrong you for a while first."

As he said that, he couldn't help but rush the patrolman into the toilet.

A moment later, Zhang Yi, wearing a police uniform, appeared in the carriage swaggeringly.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and a pistol in his right hand, looking arrogant and domineering.

"Check the tickets, hurry up."

In an instant, the whole car was in a panic. Zhang Yixin said that as long as he didn't go to the VIP car, who cares about him? The other two patrolmen were sleeping, so they happened to come under the light.

A well-mannered, student-looking young man in a black Chinese tunic suit with a fair complexion curled his lips and retorted when he heard Zhang Yi shouting:
"Didn't you check it just now? Why check it again?"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you itchy and want to be cuffed by me?" Zhang Yi sneered and showed the cuffs around his waist.

"You are so awesome. Why don't you go to the Northeast to fight the Japanese? You know how to bully your own compatriots." The young man said plausibly, looking cynical.

"Pa", Zhang Yi slapped him in the face and said:

"Why don't you go?"

"I am a student."

"It is better to sit down and talk about the truth than to get up and do it. Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Take out your ticket."

Zhang Yi sarcastically said, the more ignorant a person is, the more inexplicable courage he has to question everything he cannot understand and cannot understand. What's wrong with the students? Can't students go to the front line?
"I" the student still wanted to speak, but was pulled by the girl on the side, and took out the ticket with a blushing face. The woman was quite calm, calm and calm, which made Zhang Yi take another look.

With the young student as a model, the subsequent ticket checking went much more smoothly. Passengers honestly took out their tickets without waiting for him to yell.

"Where did you get on the bus?"

At this time, Zhang Yi stood next to a long seat and looked at the three guests.

Three people sat across from each other, two men and one woman.

A young man with short hair had a camera hanging on his chest and was dressed like a reporter.

Opposite is a woman wearing a high-collared cheongsam, with a slim figure, big waves, and light makeup. Her whole body exudes the fragrance of rouge, but there is also a smell of travel dust that cannot be concealed.

The man next to him was dressed as a businessman, holding a movie and newspaper and reading with gusto.

Spies most like to play businessmen, journalists, and scholars, or the nature of their work is vague, they have multiple titles, and they have plenty of money. Some of them have serious jobs on the surface, but their working hours are irregular, and they seem to have nothing to do and have time to move around. Therefore, Zhang Yi was particularly suspicious of these three people.

With a reserved and arrogant look on his face, the reporter said: "It's Shanghai, I'm from Shanghai."

"Where's the press pass?"

Zhang Yi disagreed. He had just met a fake reporter, so he was naturally extra cautious.

"See for yourself." The reporter took out a white hinged ID card from his pocket.

Zhang Yi stared at the photos for a few times.

"Wen Wei Po reporter Wu Zhongzhi."

You can't tell much from the watermark and seal.

Zhang Yi returned the certificate to him and suddenly said:

"Is Nong Zi's voice so high that Ali is so hungry?"

He said this quickly and accurately, and then fixed his sharp eyes on the reporter's face.

"Ah, I just moved to Shanghai." The reporter's face changed, his mouth was speechless, his eyes were dull, and he looked at the cheongsam woman in a vague way.

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart and was secretly on guard, but his face remained calm and his eyes turned to the businessman and the cheongsam woman.

With a smile on his face, the businessman bent down and put a few banknotes in his ID card and handed it over, complimenting: "Thank you for your hard work, boss. I'm sorry, I'd like to treat you to tea."

Then he pointed at the cheongsam woman and said:
"I owe you nothing. I am from Shandong, and I am in the silk business. I am a lowly wife, Liu Qiufang."

"Liu Qiufang? What a good name." Zhang Yi muttered something and asked:
"Ms. Liu, your birthplace on your ID is Linyi, Shandong. Where is Linyi?"

"Linyi Yishui." The businessman said first.

"Have I asked you?" Zhang Yi scolded, staring sharply at the cheongsam woman's face.

She was wearing a black chiffon hat, a gauze mesh with black dots on her face, and heavy makeup. Her expression was unreal and she was silent at the moment.

The businessman said anxiously: "Hey, boss, I was born mute. This..."

"Really?" Zhang Yi's eyes fell on her neck. She was wearing a high-collar cheongsam in the summer and tied it tightly. Isn't it hot?
Or is this person a man disguised as a woman?

Cross-dressing?
Couldn't it be Ono Akira?
Actors dressed as women make people believe that a man dressed as a woman can deceive everyone.

But that was on the stage. Ten minutes on stage and ten years off stage.

Zhang Yi thought about the aftermath of the funeral, and it was a bit ridiculous to think about the unbelievable things that happened after the guests pretended to be women who had lost their feet, and the guests were not aware of it. In the end, they were caught by the police.

Although a man dressing up as a woman can give people the impression of a woman, and the makeup and voice can be changed, it is difficult to completely conceal the male characteristics.

For example, the first feature is Adam's apple.

Due to the effect of male hormones, men's Adam's apple is more protruding than women's Adam's apple. Therefore, the accuracy of identifying a man disguised as a woman by looking at his Adam's apple is close to 100%. When a woman's Adam's apple is more prominent, it is usually because she is too thin.

Zhang Yi glanced at the so-called Liu Qiufang, her Adam's apple was tightly covered, well, she was wearing nylon stockings and high heels on her legs.
It's okay if you don't look carefully, it's a definite killer from behind, but if you look carefully, and then think about the fact that this person may be Ono Akira, the picture is a bit unbearable to look at.

"Okay, pay attention to your luggage and don't fall asleep." Zhang Yi pretended that nothing happened, threw his ID on the small table, put the money in his pocket, and walked to the next carriage as if nothing had happened.

After taking a few steps, he observed the position of the passengers in the carriage. He suddenly turned around and shouted.

"Aki Ono."

The businessman and the cheongsam girl had their backs to Zhang Yi, and their expressions could not be seen. The reporter suddenly touched his cuff and threw out a gleaming dagger.

Zhang Yi dodged and shot directly with a "bang".

He did not want to suddenly attack, lest the Japanese jump over the wall and hurt innocent people.

But if he pretended to have nothing to do and left at this moment, he would really not be willing to let these three Japanese devils sneak away.

If the other three attack together, he will be a bit outnumbered.

So Zhang Yi simply cut through the mess quickly and caught the opponent off guard.

"boom"

The Japanese spy disguised as a reporter swayed, his chest suddenly bloomed with blood, and he fell on his back, slumped on the chair.

"bang bang bang"

Zhang Yi fired several shots at the back seat of the businessman and the cheongsam woman. For a moment, sawdust flew and several muffled sounds were heard.

"Everyone get down." Zhang Yi shouted to calm the panicked passengers, and then stepped forward with a gun in his hands.

"boom"

As soon as he stepped forward, he saw blood coming from the corners of the cheongsam woman's mouth. She gritted her teeth and bent down to shoot.

Although Zhang Yi was careful, the bullet still passed through his shoulder.

Zhang Yi stumbled and shot back.

"bang, bang"

One shot hit the opponent's neck, and the other shot hit the opponent's forehead. The cheongsam woman's eyes widened in shock, and she covered her neck with her hands before falling down.

"boom"

Zhang Yi shot the man dressed as a businessman in the head again, pressed his injured shoulder, and while comforting the passengers, said to the train conductor and patrol police who rushed over in a hurry:

"The Secret Service arrested Japanese spies, and everyone sat in their own seats."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a train conductor on the other side suddenly pushed the door open and came in. His hand behind his back suddenly flashed, holding a palm mine in his hand, and fired repeatedly.

"bang bang"

One shot hit Zhang Yi in the arm, and the other shot hit the backrest.

Zhang Yi was shot and felt a rush of heat gushing out from his shoulder. He couldn't feel the pain, but his arm was numb and shaking uncontrollably.

The cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop flowing down instantly. He felt that his vision was a little blurred, so he had to hide behind the seat, raised his hand and continued to fight back.

"bang bang"

It took two more shots to hit the conductor. Seeing that the conductor fell to the ground and was still holding a pistol and struggling to fight back, Zhang Yi shouted to the two trembling policemen who were peeping their heads:

"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you shoot? If I die, the Secret Service will not let you go."

The sweat on his forehead was getting more and more, and it was only now that he felt pain, as if his shoulder and arm had been hammered through hard, and it seemed as if someone had stuffed a balloon into his shoulder and then inflated it, it was burning.

Hearing the words "Secret Service", the two patrol policemen looked horrified. After looking at each other, they stood up tremblingly and fired several shots at the fallen conductor's position. Sparks shot out and blood flowed everywhere. Then he leaned forward uneasily.

After a while, a patrolman trotted up, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and said:
"Sir, the hot shot has been killed."

"Is there a doctor in the car?" Zhang Yi opened his mouth to ask, but his eyelids felt heavy, and suddenly his vision went dark, and he passed out.

(End of this chapter)