My spy diary

Chapter 84 Code Book (please recommend and vote monthly)

Ring ring ring

Late at night, the phone in the duty room of the Secret Service rang.

The backroom staff on duty picked up the call and heard that a man named Zhang Chao from the Operations Department was injured. He frowned secretly. He had never heard of this name.

However, he knew that many agents had pseudonyms and public identities, so he was not surprised and called the Operations Division directly.

The call went around and finally reached the home of deputy section chief Wang Xinheng.

"What? Zhang Chao was injured? How did he get injured? You don't know"

Wang Xinheng frowned, feeling a little strange. He naturally knew that Zhang Chao was Zhang Yi's pseudonym.

But tonight, Room A has received a telegram from Shanghai, saying that the task has been completed, neatly, and Boss Dai still praises it. What's going on now?

It's only been a few hours, has something happened to Zhang Yi again?
Could it be that he was being followed by Japanese spies in Shanghai?

"If you fail to succeed, you will fail." Wang Xinheng shook his head angrily.

I wanted to show my face, but ended up showing my butt.

"Young and vigorous, you can travel a hundred miles and only half a mile."

He shook his head in disappointment and pulled out a phone.

After waiting for a long time, the other party picked up the phone. Wang Xinheng said impatiently:

"What are you doing? You haven't answered the phone for a long time. Team Leader Yang, please take a few people to Xiaguan Station to pick up Zhang Yi right away."

After saying that, he hung up the phone with a bang.

Yang Wenxuan on the other end of the phone just felt baffled. What could he do if he didn't sleep in the middle of the night? Besides, this is the rear, not the front line. It's enough to sleep with one eye open. Can you still keep me awake?
Going to pick up Zhang Yi now?

He only knew that Zhang Yi was on the field, but he didn't know exactly where he was going and what he was doing.

But now that the leader has issued an order, can he not execute it?

After thinking about it, I picked up the phone and dialed again.

Zhang Yi was sleeping heavily, and then he was shaken awake.

His whole body was not numb at the moment, but the excruciating pain was still unbearable, especially now that the wound was burning and his whole body was starting to have a fever.

Looking at the three patrol policemen with happy faces in front of him, Zhang Yi suppressed his anger and asked:

"Anything gained?"

"Sir, we found 1000 French currency and US dollars in their suitcases.
Then according to your instructions, we searched the conductor's lounge and found this."

As he spoke, the man gestured to his companion, who opened the suitcase he was carrying and uncovered a few messy clothes. Underneath was a small dark green radio, with a folding antenna and headphones next to it.

The patrolman took out the radio, then took out a book wrapped in oil paper from underneath, removed the oil paper, and revealed a thread-bound book.

"Give it to me." Zhang Yi's eyes lit up, and regardless of the pain, he held it with one hand and started reading.

After just a few glances, I knew that this was a four-corner number lookup table, but unlike ordinary code books, this one had Chinese characters, Japanese, and English, and was extremely complicated.

This is the codebook.

Zhang Yi couldn't suppress the joy in his heart. This was the first high-level code book he had captured.

Although he was overjoyed, he did not show it at all on his face. He glanced at the three curious patrolmen and said calmly:

"not bad."

Then he thought for a while and said amidst the expectations of several people:
"I said that merit will be rewarded. In this way, keep the US dollars, keep the French currency... keep 9000, and divide the remaining 1000 between you."

Seeing how many people were smiling and happy, they almost started dancing. Zhang Yi said again:

"You didn't steal it for yourself, did you?"

The three of them grinned from ear to ear. After hearing these words, their hearts skipped a beat, and they all patted their chests and promised:

"Sir, how is it possible? We are not that kind of people."

"Yes, yes, we don't."

Don’t dare or don’t have enough money?
Zhang Yixin said that he originally wanted to reward all three of them with 10,000 legal coins, but after thinking about it, he felt it was inappropriate. Money and silk are so attractive.

The monthly income of a patrol officer is about 20 yuan. Including gray income, it is about 300 yuan a year. One thousand divided among three people is also a year's income.

enough.

Any more would be inappropriate.

Under the influence of interests, how many people abandon principles and morality just to seize the immediate interests. Human nature has become so vulnerable under the temptation of money.

He intends to use these three people, but he still has to beat what needs to be beaten.

A person engaged in intelligence must not only have strong abilities and a broad vision, but also know how to use eyeliners.

It is best if all three religions and nine streams can be included in the network, so that your tentacles can reach all levels and corners of society.

Seeing the trembling looks of the three of them, Zhang Yi smiled inwardly and asked them to leave the radio station and code book before leaving.

After a few people left, he quickly put the code book into his arms and kept it close to his body.

The early morning sunshine shines on the railway tracks, and the train is like a curve of light and shadow, speeding past, cutting through the silent dawn. The train had just stopped at the Jinling Xiaguan platform. The passengers on the train were carrying large and small bags and wanted to escape from the place where gunshots were heard and nightmares were repeated last night.

The crowd was jostling shoulder to shoulder, swearing, and extremely noisy.

However, before they could make any move, several plainclothes men wearing black clothes and sinister faces crowded forward arrogantly, followed by more than a dozen disheveled policemen on the platform.

Everyone was told not to get out of the car.

Anyone with experience and life experience knows that this is a spy who is about to arrest someone. Most people retreat in fear, while some boldly stretch their necks to see which unlucky guy is about to be arrested. Some people have indifferent expressions and eyes. Showing disdain.

But no matter what these people thought, the plainclothes people quickly got into the car under the leadership of one person.

Yang Wenxuan caught a patrolman who was sweating profusely and found Zhang Yi. At this time, he woke up again.

"What's going on?" Seeing that Zhang Yi was injured, Yang Wenxuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the patrolman with a murderous look on his face.

The patrolman was trembling with fear, his expression changed, and he looked to Zhang Yi for help.

"It's none of their business, I met a Japanese spy in the car."

Zhang Yi pondered, and then gave Yang Wenxuan a wink, asking other plainclothes men to clean up the mess, leaving Yang Wenxuan alone.

He was thinking about how to describe it. The source of the intelligence was a problem, and last time Yang Wenxuan lied about military information and swore that Ono Akira was dead, now Zhang Yi shot Ono Akira to death again.
Doesn’t this make Yang Wenxuan feel on pins and needles?

But lying is not an option. Zhang Yi had clearly called out Ono Akira's name before. After the Secret Service investigated, it became clear.

One cannot take chances.

Lies are the most expensive thing in the world. Once you tell a lie, you have to make up more lies to make up for it, package it, and maintain it.

There will always be mistakes.

So Zhang Yi thought to himself and said half truthfully and half falsely:

"It's a coincidence that I found a few suspicious people in the car. A reporter said he was from Shanghai, but he couldn't understand Shanghai dialect, and there was also a guy disguised as a woman."

"In desperation, I yelled "Ono Akira", but the reporter actually attacked me directly, and then a firefight broke out.
These people should be closely related to Ono Akira.”

He did not directly say that one of them was Ono Akira, but observed Yang Wenxuan's expression while talking.

Sure enough, his face was covered with mist, and his expression was extremely complicated, including fear, confusion, melancholy, relief, and even a flash of murderous intent.
Zhang Yi knew that Ono Akira's matter was a thorn in Yang Wenxuan's heart. Catching his changing expression, Zhang Yi couldn't help but tighten his grip on the shell gun in his hand. Yang Wenxuan wouldn't shoot him, right?

Yang Wenxuan really had the urge to silence Zhang Yi just now. There is no friendship to be said as a spy. You have to be patient, ruthless, or get out. No one is selfish. If you can fulfill yourself at the expense of others, why not Why.

But he was just thinking about it. According to Zhang Yi's account, there were many witnesses at the scene, and with so many people present at the moment, it was impossible for him to silence everyone, right?

Moreover, a Japanese spy appeared in the car. Under the investigation of the Secret Service, everything came to light.

Even if the Japanese spy is dead, the dead can talk. If there is a corpse, you can always find out his identity by taking photos and asking someone to identify him.

What would Boss Dai do if he knew that he had lied to him last time?
Dai Chunfeng is unpredictable. Although he protects his subordinates very much, he is always beating, scolding and imprisoning him internally. If he wants you to die, he doesn't even need to take action. He will send you a dangerous field mission and it will be enough for you to drink a pot. Yes.

Just when he was hesitant and frightened, he heard Zhang Yi say:

"Team Leader Yang, don't worry. Even if Ono Akira is among these people, it's still a credit. You were trying to stabilize the morale of the army last time. Maybe Boss Dai knew it and was just looking for a step up. "

Yang Wenxuan was silent when he heard this, and glared at Zhang Yi, thinking to himself, it doesn't hurt when you stand and talk. Isn't the boss doing some surprising things for the sake of face?

To him it is a step, and to me I am the stepping stone that shows the boss’s wisdom.

Seeing that Yang Wenxuan's expression became gloomy and gloomy, as if he was ready to accept the judgment of fate, Zhang Yi smiled slightly, pointed to the box at his feet and said:
"open to take a look."

"What?" Yang Wenxuan was confused.

"You'll know just by looking at it." Zhang Yi said calmly.

Opening the box and looking at the dark green radio inside, Yang Wenxuan's breathing quickened.

"Carried by Japanese spies?"

Seeing Zhang Yi nod, he clapped his hands excitedly, and the gloom on his face disappeared. What is this called?
Mountain darkly, vista.

"That's great." Yang Wenxuan couldn't help laughing, and the shackles in his heart were gone.

Even if Ono Akira is found among these people, Boss Dai will still turn a blind eye. What is this called, knowing one's shame and then being brave, taking advantage of one's guilt and making meritorious deeds?

He excitedly patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder and said, "You're so lucky."

For a moment, he was secretly ashamed of the idea of ​​​​killing people and silencing them.

"hiss"

Zhang Yi grimaced in pain, patted his chest, and said disapprovingly:

"What's the radio station? The code book is here. This is not the place to talk. You'd better send me to the hospital first. I have a fever all over my body."

"What? And the code book?"

Yang Wenxuan was shocked at first, and then ecstatic. This was a code book. Having it was like having clairvoyance and ears beside the enemy.

At this moment, he wanted to take the code book over and look at it, but seeing Zhang Yi hiding it in his chest like a treasure, he had no idea of ​​taking it out. He scratched his head for a while, sighed, and said:

"This is really not the place to talk. Go to the hospital first. I will report to the section chief immediately."

At the same time, he felt strange. Wang Xinheng's tone was impatient when he called, as if Zhang Yi had poked some trouble, but the situation at the scene was clearly different. What was going on?
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