My spy diary

Chapter 36 Night Exploration (please recommend and vote monthly)
Zhang Yi arrived at the alley not far from his house and was about to get off the rickshaw when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because there was a black car parked across the road from the alley, and there was also a rickshaw at the alley.

The coachman was squatting on the shaft of the coach and smoking out of boredom, but his eyes were looking towards the alley and the road from time to time.

Moreover, the window of the car was open, and a lit cigarette was held in one hand.

Is there anyone watching here?
From the Secret Service?

From the Party Affairs Investigation Division?

Zhang Yi instantly thought of Liu BuTong from the Party Affairs Investigation Department, and now he started to take revenge on himself?

How do these people know where they live?
Traitor?

"Keep going, don't stop until I tell you."

Zhang Yi urged the rickshaw driver to move forward, leaning back and his hand already touching the gun.

When the rickshaw passed through the alley, Zhang Yi glanced at the rickshaw driver's dress at the alley. He was indeed dressed like a rickshaw driver, but it was a pity that his white hands exposed him.

This person is not a coachman, that is, he is here to monitor or even kidnap him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi sneered in his heart, and a plan took shape in his mind.

He deliberately made the rickshaw go around in a circle before carefully turning it in from his backyard.

The courtyard was quiet and there were no spies. He breathed a sigh of relief and quietly entered the house and made a call.

Half an hour later, several vehicles from the Operations Department arrived in the alley outside Zhang Yi's house with murderous intent, directly surrounding rickshaws and cars.

Hearing the noise, Zhang Yicai slowly climbed over the wall and watched the show unfold.

The leader was Yang Wenxuan. When he received the call from Zhang Yi, he was racking his brains to write a report. Today he issued a military order and risked beheading to identify "Ono Akira" in order to gain Dai Chunfeng's satisfaction and peace. Happy.

But only half an hour later, the police station reported that a patrolman who participated in the patrol today was missing. His body was later found in a hidden corner, with all his clothes missing.

For a moment, Yang Wenxuan thought that the cunning Ono Akira might have used the police's clothes to sneak away after the blockade was lifted.

And the person who died in a fight with him might just be the scapegoat introduced by Ono Akira.

The more he thought about Yang Wenxuan, the more he felt that this guess was true. The huge panic instantly made Yang Wenxuan restless. He felt like there was a powder keg sitting under his butt, and the fuse was in the hands of others.

Once Ono Akira shows up, this powder keg will explode at any time. At this moment, he has already thought of Dai Chunfeng's overwhelming anger when he learned the news and his own miserable end.

At this time, when Zhang Yi called and said that someone was peeping in his alley, whether he was an accomplice of Lin Youcai, Yang Wenxuan immediately gathered his troops and killed him.

If you are the best comrade, you can make meritorious deeds and alleviate your own sins, or if you are not, you can vent your frustration.

"Tell me, who are you? What are you doing here sneakily?"

At this moment, the two guys in suits and leather shoes in the car and the rickshaw driver were all disarmed and pushed to the ground.

But all three of them remained silent.

A plainclothes officer from the Secret Service found a black ID card from a man in a suit and sneered: "Team leader, he's from the First Division."

"From the same place?" Yang Wenxuan took the certificate and sneered, saying:
"Okay, all the bastards in this area have touched the door of my brother's house. It seems that he has become a thief. Bring them all back to me, and they will be punished. After the interrogation, Xu Zengen will come and collect them in person."

After escorting the three people to the interrogation room of the Secret Service, Zhang Yi did not need to interrogate them at all. He punched and kicked them and confessed everything.

Sure enough, he came to kidnap Zhang Yi on Liu BuTong's orders.

However, Zhang Yi's residence was secretly leaked by a subordinate named Yang Bao from the General Affairs Section of the Secret Service.

This person is not only an undercover agent sent by one agency, but also has connections with another agency. According to the secret service's family law, the only fate for such a person is secret execution.

After struggling for half a night, Zhang Yi couldn't fall asleep after returning home.

He suddenly thought of a piece of previous information - Wang Xinyin from the Intelligence Department had launched an investigation into the shopkeeper of Xinmin Drug Store. He had always suspected that the person Wang Xinnian was monitoring was a red party member, so it would be a good idea to inform this person of Lao Zhou's arrest and let them find a way to rescue him.

But what if this person is not a red party member?
Even if they are not on the same line and this person rushes to his superiors to verify his identity or send a report, more information will only be exposed.

Zhang Yi thought for a while and decided to go investigate.

He has always been passively exposed to system information. If he takes the initiative to go to Xinmin Pharmacy, will he receive other information?

The night is blurry, and the moon tonight is particularly charming.

Xinmin Pharmacy was quiet, the lights had been turned off.

But the box on the second floor of the teahouse opposite him was still brightly lit at the moment.

There were three bowls of noodles on the mahjong table in the private room, and the two plainclothes agents were eating them. A person opposite was sitting by the window, holding a pair of binoculars in his hand. After observing for a while, he sighed when he saw no movement. He took a breath and said:
"Tell me what these red parties are trying to do. They are so busy all day long that they stay up until midnight, and none of them hold any official position."

A spy eating noodles sneered and said, "Leave him alone. Our mission is to monitor him 24 hours a day, as long as he stays within sight."

Another person nodded and said, "Have you followed up all the patients he came into contact with today? The workload is too big. I haven't been home for three days. If I don't go back, my wife might run away with someone else."

"Haha." Another person laughed, then looked depressed and sighed:
"I don't know when the team leader will come out. You said it was fine, why did you put him in solitary confinement?"

"I heard that the Operations Section captured a Japanese spy, Hong Qiangwei. Hehe, he has that figure and a small mouth. I heard that the team leader is close to this girl, so you understand."

"real or fake?"

"Then" just as the man was about to speak, the man holding the telescope suddenly said: "There is someone!"

The two people who were eating immediately put down their bowls and chopsticks, pulled out their pistols, and asked cautiously: "Is there anyone talking to Wang Renmin?"

The spy under surveillance said depressedly: "I just saw a figure moving. Although I couldn't see him, there was a shadow." As he spoke, he lightly tapped his foot and said:

"It must be right below us."

But these words made the other two people worried. They were graduates of the police academy. The original selection criteria were for those with a high school education or above and who were relatively smart and alert to directly enter the intelligence team for training.

Only those who are physically strong, less knowledgeable but brave and brave join the action team.

Although they have undergone several months of militarized training and know how to shoot,
But the basic learning is still about the collection, compilation, analysis and classification of intelligence, as well as the deployment, contact, tracking, and disassembly of secret agencies, the distribution of intelligence networks, and methods of transmitting intelligence.

If you directly engage someone with a short sword, you may not necessarily be your opponent. If there is a master below, wouldn't you die if you go down?
You can show off when the commander is around, so why bother now?
Several people looked at each other and were a little hesitant. Firstly, they were afraid of getting hurt. Secondly, they were afraid that it would disturb the people below and arouse Wang Renmin's suspicion.

The little boss found a reason and said: "Our mission is Wang Renmin. As long as he stays within our sight, that's fine. If this person wants to come up to contact us, then... we can only report it to the department."

"Yes, yes." The remaining two people nodded in unison.

After finding such a high-sounding reason, I felt a little more comfortable. With such a little secret, I felt closer to each other. When I saw that the black shadow had made no movement, I immersed myself in eating noodles again.

Zhang Yi naturally didn't know that his visit had alerted the three little spies from the Intelligence Division, but he took a look at the teahouse above him, especially the two lit-up boxes, which was undoubtedly the best surveillance angle.

He originally wanted to write a letter to a few people in the name of Liu BuTong for some excitement, but after thinking about it he gave up the idea. He had to wait until he confirmed the identity of the drugstore owner and informed the other party of the transfer.

When the time comes, let Wang Xinnian's people and Liu Tongtong work together, so that he can fish in troubled waters.

Zhang Yi left directly after inspecting Xinmin Drug Store. As soon as he left, a black figure suddenly appeared in the darkness.

This person is none other than Liu BuTong, a special agent from Division 1. Just now Zhang Yi and the people from the Secret Service arrested his men, but Liu BuTong escaped. He wanted to take revenge while Zhang Yi was asleep, but Zhang Yi unexpectedly After dressing up, he went out.

This discovery surprised Liu BuTong, and he became even more curious about Zhang Yi's identity.

After carefully following him here, Liu BuTong racked his brains and thought. Although he was exhausted and sweating profusely, his face was full of energy.

He sneered and muttered to himself: "Red Party?"

Under the moonlight, that tired and pale face looked particularly ferocious and eerie.
(End of this chapter)