My spy diary

Chapter 70 Past Events

Seeing that Noguchi Fujio was successfully controlled, Zhang Yi was relieved and asked the injured team member with concern: "How is it? Are there any broken bones?"

The team member wrapped the wound with clothes, sweating profusely from the pain.

Seeing Zhang Yi immediately asking about his injury, he was moved and gritted his teeth and said: "Captain, I'm fine."

"Okay, you were on the front line today. You were brave and courageous. You deserve credit. Now go to the hospital to bandage the wound." Zhang Yi clicked on one person and asked him to escort him to the hospital.

"Yes, thank you captain for your cultivation." The team members cheered up, saluted, and ran away with grins on their faces.

"Ouch, it hurts me so much, please help me!"

Sun Laojiu was lying on the ground outside the door, wailing for a long time, and when he didn't pay attention to him, he turned over tremblingly.

"Take him to the hospital and pay for the medical expenses yourself." Zhang Yi glanced at Sun Laojiu's wound and saw that the bullet did not hit the vital part, the shot only hit the shoulder.

Zhang Yi secretly thought that this man was very lucky, so he wanted to save his life because he had made a contribution today.

Otherwise, if this kind of person has breasts, he will be a mother. Once the Japanese attack him, he will be either a leader or a traitor. The best thing is to let him fend for himself.

After expressing condolences to the team members, Zhang Yi walked up to Noguchi Fujio, saw that he had a cruel and sinister look on his face, and laughed sarcastically:
"Noguchi Fujio, I have admired him for a long time."

He thought to himself, what name do the Japanese give this person, Noguchi Fujio, a boy born to a wild man at the foot of Mount Fuji?

These little Japanese have been learning Chinese culture, benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust. Except for etiquette, little Japan has done well, but they have not learned anything else.

Moreover, their hypocritical etiquette reveals a deep sense of bullying and fear of the strong.

When facing powerful opponents, he behaves like a son; when facing weak targets, he behaves like a savage beast.

Comparing the two, his shameless face is fully exposed.

Therefore, to deal with such people, the only way to deal with them is to be tough. Only force can hit their hearts and make them honest and obedient.

When Noguchi Fujio heard Zhang Yi call out his name, his pupils suddenly shrank, his whole body tensed, and his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be hit hard, making him breathless.

When he saw the news of Aikawa Yuri's arrest from the newspaper, he just sighed with disappointment and immediately moved out of Chase Hotel.

The first is to cut off contact with Cao Guangping and prepare for the worst, and the second is to step up the construction of the intelligence station.

The moment the plainclothes Secret Service officers rushed in, he already had an ominous premonition.

But he was extremely confident in the students he taught. Even if they were arrested, they would definitely be able to survive the torture. The best outcome would be to sacrifice their lives to apologize for His Majesty the Emperor. They did not have the guts to betray the empire and betray themselves.

But now the Secret Service not only arrested him, but also revealed his real name. Someone must have betrayed the empire and betrayed him.

who is it? Yuri Aikawa or Michio Mitsuno?
A bitch who was engaged in customs and a lowly fisherman's son, how dare they dare to betray the Japanese Empire.

Despite the shock and disbelief on his face, Noguchi Fujio quickly calmed down his emotions, raised his eyebrows, and said with a ferocious expression:

"Yes, I am Noguchi Fujio, the Colonel of the Special High School Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Empire of Japan. You are from the Secret Service, right? Let the person in charge of you, Dai Chunfeng, come to see me. I won't speak until I see him."

After saying that, he laughed a few times with disdain.

"You still want to see Director Dai? Go ahead and dream about your dreams."

Seeing that Noguchi Fujio was so rampant, without waiting for Zhang Yi's instructions, several team members who were escorting him gagged him again, punched and kicked him, and dragged him to the car until he was dying.

Secret Service.

Wang Xinheng's office.

Bao Hongfei, deputy chief of the Intelligence Section, gloated:

"Deputy Section Chief Wang, I heard that you broke everything. The secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs arrested him whenever he asked, and even beat up the director of the department. This is great. I heard that Counselor Yu is on crutches. I'm going to ask for a seat."

"So what? Secretary Cao, it's just a trick played by the Japanese spy Li Daitao. Now the evidence is irrefutable, and the director has already approved it. If we don't arrest him, why don't we keep him for the New Year?" Wang Xinheng picked up the teacup, with a contented look on his face. Disapproval.

"It's a big deal, brother. You just turned the General Staff upside down, and now you're pointing your guns at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs again. It's not like us, who are pitifully picking up your leftovers and only catching a few small fish and shrimps. "Bao Hongfei seemed to be making a fool of himself, but he had a triumphant expression. Of course, he also has a proud bargaining chip. Through the accountant of the "Chrysanthemum" team who was lurking in the bank, the Intelligence Section started with funds and quickly locked in a few suspects. All the members of the group were caught in one fell swoop.

Wang Xinheng did not answer, smiled noncommittally and said:

"The people under my command are outstanding. Whatever I can do, I will get the credit just sitting in the office. It's really embarrassing to say that!"

Bao Hongfei rolled his eyes when he heard this. He mocked, spread his hands and said:

"Go on, don't be pretentious. I'm not here to listen to you showing off your men. Say what you have to say."

"Haha, why can't Section Chief Bao keep his composure? Isn't your intelligence department always well-informed? Guess who else we caught today?"

Seeing Wang Xinheng's enigmatic look, Bao Hongfei sneered in his heart and said disdainfully:

"Isn't that Liu Kui poking a hornet's nest? There's nothing to show off about it."

Wang Xinheng shook his head and said: "Wrong, wrong."

Then he sighed and pretended to hesitate, until Bao Hongfei looked impatient and said quietly:
"I heard that Brother Hongfei recently acquired a painting called "Fishing Alone on the Cold River" by Ma Yuan, one of the Four Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty. This painting is sparse, quiet, depressing, and has a profound artistic conception. I don't know when I can borrow it to pay homage to it."

Bao Hongfei was shocked and secretly cursed this guy for being well-informed. He had only acquired this painting a few days ago. He originally wanted to donate it to Boss Dai, but he never found a suitable opportunity, but he didn't want to be taken care of by Wang Xinheng.

The bullshit admiration and appreciation is clearly intended to be your own.

Where did you get such a big face?
Now that Boss Dai is in a high position, he likes to be arty, and his subordinates also like him, and all of them suddenly like calligraphy and painting.

It doesn’t matter whether you understand or not, at least you and your leader have the same hobbies, so you have a common language.

He thought that Wang Xinheng also wanted to decorate his appearance with calligraphy and painting, so he secretly despised it and said perfunctorily:
"Then it depends on whether Brother Wang can give me a price that makes my heart move."

"I guarantee your satisfaction." Wang Xinheng looked extremely confident.

"Really?" Bao Hongfei was surprised and confused. He really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Wang Xinheng was selling in his gourd. Could it be that this guy got rich?

Suddenly he remembered the tip he had received earlier, saying that the Operations Section had wiped out a gang that traded cigarettes. Looking at Wang Xinheng's leisurely and contented look, he estimated that the wealth was quite large.

So the lion opened his mouth and said: "500 small yellow croakers, calligraphy and painting will be delivered to your home in the evening."

"Haha." Wang Xinheng shook his head and smiled, saying:
"Of course I don't have money, but I can help you avenge your hatred and avenge your shame. This favor can be considered as a calligraphy and painting."

"What do you mean?" Bao Hongfei stood up suddenly and stared at Wang Xinheng with his sharp eyes.

"Wang Xinheng, tell me what you have to say. I don't have the time to accompany you to talk nonsense here."

"Brother Hongfei, why are you so impatient? Let me give you a hint, Harbin, THT."

These words made Bao Hongfei's pupils suddenly condense, his expression changed, and he looked at Wang Xinheng murderously, like a ferocious beast staring at its prey, with a ferocious look and a ferocious face.

"Harbin and the Special Higher Education Course" is a past event that Bao Hongfei does not want to recall.

In 34, he led a team to Harbin to perform a mission. Because the contact person betrayed him, he was hunted down by the Japanese Super High School as soon as he got off the train.

Not only did all the team members suffer losses, but he himself was shot three times and almost died in the mountains and forests.

There is still a bullet lodged in the spine. Whenever it is windy or rainy, the pain is excruciating. It can be described as torture.

The culprit of all this is Fujio Noguchi of the Japan Super High School.

After Bao Hongfei racked his brains to find out the identity of the other party, he vowed to take revenge, but it was a pity that he couldn't tell him.
Although time has passed, recalling it now, the hatred and fear still make people shudder.

"Deputy Section Chief Wang, don't tell me that you captured Fujio Noguchi." Seeing Wang Xinheng's bright eyes, Bao Hongfei looked disdainful.

Are you kidding me?
As far as he knew, Noguchi Fujio had been promoted to colonel a year ago. His actions were strange and erratic, and he had been operating in the Northeast. Where could the Operations Section arrest him?

Even if this person comes to Jinling, with his cunning and cunning, the Operations Department probably won't even be able to touch him, and still arresting him is really ridiculous.

"Why not? Haha, just go and see if it is true." Wang Xinheng smiled and put down the teacup and made an invitation.

(End of this chapter)