My years of espionage

Chapter 861

Tang Hao was surrounded by the crowd and fled. There were screams one after another, and people ran in all directions.

When he was running, he turned his head resolutely to look over.

He heard the words shouted from Zhao Yi's mouth.

He saw the man raised the short gun in his hand and pulled the trigger resolutely.

He saw Zhao Yi collapsed.

The Japanese officer held the Nanbu pistol, and the soldiers came to the fallen Zhao Yi with their rifles and bayonets flashing coldly.

They surrounded the body of the martyr who committed suicide, stared blankly, and then became angry. Some soldiers pressed down their bayonets and stabbed the body, and then were stopped by the officer from continuing to move.

Zhao Yi is not a real pro-Japanese element.

He is from Chongqing!

He is anti-Japanese!
He died for the resistance!

Tang Hao's mind was filled with these information, or he was agitated by these shocking news, and it was difficult to digest for a while.

On the far side, Xiu Yuman's eyes were filled with shock, she stared blankly at this scene.

An anti-Japanese soldier failed to assassinate Wang Jianhai, and resolutely committed suicide and died for the country!

Xiu Yuman took a deep breath, she concealed the sadness in her heart, she turned her head to see the reactions of the people around her.

Some people were frightened, and the two were fighting.

These are pro-Japanese elements.

There are complex lights in someone's eyes, with fear, shock, thought, and—admiration!
"Look!"

"what is that?"

Someone exclaimed and pointed in the air.

When everyone looked up, they saw snowflakes of paper falling from the sky.

Xiu Yuman clenched her fists tightly, she knew that the comrades seized the opportunity of the chaos just now, and successfully dropped the leaflets without anyone noticing.

A leaflet landed at Xiu Yuman's feet, she bent down to pick it up curiously, and took a look:

Down with the traitor Wang Jianhai!
Forty million Chinese angrily denounced Wang as a traitor!
"Yuman, it's better not to read this." Cheng Haitao came over at some point and took the flyer from Xiu Yuman's hand.

"If Mr. Wang saw it, he might be very angry." Xiu Yuman raised his eyebrows and turned to look in the direction where the ship was docked.

"This is the purpose of the Chongqing elements! They came here to make trouble on purpose!" Cheng Haitao said in a deep voice.

"Chongqing?" Xiu Yuman asked doubtfully.

"Assassinate in public! Even use the dead, this is exactly the style of the Chongqing side." Cheng Haitao said.

Xiu Yuman immediately understood that Cheng Haitao had confused Zhao Yi's assassination with the spreading of leaflets.

She introspected in her heart, and felt that she shouldn't have asked the sentence 'it's from Chongqing' just now, so she immediately made up for it, acting as if she was not interested in these beatings and killings and had lingering fears.

"It's too scary." Xiu Yuman patted his chest, "A living person is just like that..."

Then he caught a glimpse of Cheng Haitao's malicious gaze, his face turned cold, he snorted and turned to leave.

Cheng Haitao looked at the back of Xiu Yuman leaving in a fit of anger, he laughed, turned his head to look around, saw someone was picking up the flyer to read, and someone even stuffed it into his arms, he couldn't help sneering.

I'm afraid this is why the Chongqing side knew that it was impossible to hurt Mr. Wang, but still sent dead men to act.

Shanghai is a Japanese-occupied area.

The gunshots, to death, told the people in the Japanese-occupied areas that Chongqing was still resisting.

At this time, Cheng Haitao caught a glimpse of movement on the other side of the ship. Someone disembarked and hurried over. They were alarmed by gunshots.

……

Jingle Bell.

Office of the Deputy Chief Inspector of the Central Police Department.

"I'm Cheng Qianfan." Cheng Qianfan picked up the microphone.

"Is there such a thing?" He frowned, "Okay, I understand."

The call was made by a subordinate of the Liaison Office of the Political Department who had arranged for him to inform him of the news that the Chongqing elements wanted to assassinate Wang Jianhai at the Qiujiang Wharf.

He originally planned to ask how the assassin was doing, but the cautious Cheng Qianfan didn't ask in the end.

Putting down the phone, Cheng Qianfan picked up the police cap and put it on, and went directly to the office of the investigation team of the Political Department.

At this moment, if you want to say who has the best news in the entire central police station, it is naturally Pete.

When Wang Jianhai arrived in Shanghai, it was naturally impossible for the French Concession not to pay attention.

Among the reporters and VIPs at the pier, there must be people from the Political Department among them.

When Cheng Qianfan came in, Pete was holding a microphone to talk with someone. He glanced at his friend and motioned him to sit down.

Cheng Qianfan didn't sit down, but picked up the bottle of red wine that had been opened on Pete's table, took off the cork with a bang, took another wine glass, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"This is my best wine." Pete hung up the phone with a strange cry.

"I just received a call that someone at Qiujiang Wharf intends to assassinate Wang Jianhai. My people don't know the specific situation, so tell me." Cheng Qianfan ignored Pete's complaints, and he took a sip of his wine, showing interest.

"Indeed." Pete nodded. "Chongqing elements wanted to sneak in and assassinate that Mr. Wang. After being stopped by the Japanese military police, that person killed a soldier and committed suicide."

Confirming the news of Zhao Yi's martyrdom from Pete's mouth, Cheng Qianfan's heart skipped a beat, and great sadness struck.

Although I have been psychologically prepared for a long time, when this moment really comes, this kind of sadness is still heart-wrenching.

"What are they going to do?" Cheng Qianfan snorted, "Knowing that it is impossible to get close to Wang Jianhai, let alone a successful assassination, they sent people to die in vain."

Then he saw Pete's expression become serious.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"That assassin was a hero," Pete said.

"Hero? Hey!" Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "It's just death for nothing."

"You don't understand." Pete shook his head seriously. "It's impossible for the Chongqing side to know that this assassination is hopeless, but they still have to act, even if they directly lose an excellent soldier."

Pete directly picked up Cheng Qianfan's wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and continued, "Shanghai is a Japanese-occupied area. They use the bloody death of a soldier to tell the people in the Japanese-occupied area that they are still fighting, and at the same time they are telling Wang Jianhai , most Chinese people will not approve of his behavior."

There was a shocked expression in Cheng Qianfan's eyes.

It wasn't an act, he was really shocked.

Of course, he knew what Pete said.

When Hao Zai came back to report to him last night, he asked him a question: Is it worth Zhao Yi's death for nothing?
Cheng Qianfan's answer was: As long as the gunshots are fired, Wang Jianhai hears the gunshots, and Shanghai citizens hear the gunshots, the task is completed!

Hearing this, Haozai was silent for a while, then raised his head, with a hint of relief and light in his eyes.

Cheng Qianfan asked him.

Hao Zai's answer was that now knowing that brother Zhao Yi deserved his death, he felt much better.

"What's going on with Wang Jianhai?" Cheng Qianfan asked anxiously, "Are you scared by the gunshots?"

"It is said that he was quite frightened." Pete said with a smile.

"Huh?" Cheng Qianfan was surprised, he just asked casually just now.

"When the gunshot rang out, it was said that Mr. Wang was receiving guests. He was so frightened by the gunshot that he almost knelt on the ground, and then hurriedly sent someone to find out the situation." Pete said with a wink.

Cheng Qianfan laughed. Wang Jianhai was so frightened by the gunshot that he almost knelt down. Naturally, this couldn't be true.

Don't underestimate the information in this detail. It shows what people want, and Shanghai citizens do not welcome Wang Jianhai and this big traitor.

This is exactly the meaning of Zhao Yi's willingness to die!
……

"Have you found out the identity of the assassin?" Sagami Umetsuzu asked with a gloomy face.

It was Zuo Umetsuzu who was in charge of Wang Jianhai's security work at the Qiujiang Wharf.

"Report, Major, this is the press card found on the body of the deceased." The Japanese officer said.

"Zhao Yi, Dong-A Ilbo." Sagami Meijin took over the blood-stained press card and looked at it carefully.

"Yes, Major, the "Dong-A Ilbo" is on the list allowed to enter." The Japanese officer said.

In order to protect the safety of Wang Jianhai, the Japanese side set up two checkpoints at Qiujiang Wharf.

The first checkpoint banned the entry of idlers and others, and only Zhao Yi and other journalists belonging to the newspaper offices that were allowed to enter were allowed to enter.

Sagami Umetsu nodded, he already had a preliminary idea in his mind.

In the first checkpoint, in order to let people in quickly, only the press card was checked, and no body search was performed, which is why this person was able to pass the checkpoint smoothly.

The second checkpoint was to search the body, and it was precisely because of this that the assassin could not hide the weapon he carried, so he could only violently attack the imperial soldiers.

"Check the authenticity of this press card." Sagami Umetsuzu said.

"Major, we have captured Zhao Yi's accomplice." The Japanese officer said, and waved his hand as he spoke.

……

"Taijun, you are wronged." Tang Hao, who was escorted by the Japanese soldiers, cried out in a hurry, "I am really not Zhao Yi's accomplice, I am just his boss, no, no, I mean, I am him The boss at the newspaper, I am..."

Sagami Umetsu stared at the anxious man who didn't know what to say, he took out his gun, closed the safety and pointed at the man, "Shut up, shout one more word, and I'll shoot!"

Tang Hao, who was still shouting, was like a duck with its neck stuck, and forcibly held back what he was about to shout, his eyes terrified.

"I ask, you answer, do you understand?" Sagami Umetsuzu asked.

"Yeah." Tang Hao nodded fiercely.

"Your identity, your relationship with the assassin."

"Your Majesty Tang Hao is the deputy editor-in-chief of "East Asia Daily". Zhao Yi is a reporter for the newspaper."

"Is that person really called Zhao Yi?" Zuo Shangmei Jinzhu asked, pointing at Zhao Yi's corpse.

"Yes, Zhao Yi, that's right."

"How long has Zhao Yi been working for Dong-A Ilbo?" Sagami Umetsuzu asked.

"It's been almost two years." Tang Hao said thoughtfully.

"One more question, where does Zhao Yi live?" Zuo Shangmei Jinzhu asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know." Tang Hao shook his head.

He knew what the Japanese were going to do. Although he wasn't sure whether the Chongqing side had arranged for Zhao Yi's family, he didn't hesitate at all and wanted to delay as much as possible.

He has to be on his side.

"You don't know?" Zuo Shangmeijin stared at Tang Hao's eyes with gloomy eyes.

"Mr. Officer, I really dare not lie, I really don't know." Tang Hao was terrified, his legs trembling, "I am the deputy editor, and he is a reporter, and he came to my house to give gifts. I..."

Seeing that Tang Hao was so unscrupulous that he even said about accepting money from his subordinates, Umetsuzu Zuogami nodded slightly, somewhat believing it.

"Press it down." Sagami Umetsuzu waved his hand.

"Taijun, Taijun, I am innocent, I love Japan, if you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Akita, he knows me." Tang Hao wailed.

Zuo Shangmeijinzhu's face was gloomy, "Quickly find out Zhao Yi's residence and arrest the relevant personnel."

"Hay."

……

Mylan Wharf.

Tao Yunhong followed two strange men on the ocean-going ship of Swire Shipping.

There was panic and bewilderment in her eyes.

Not long after the husband left in the morning, the two men came to see him with a letter.

She read the letter, it was written by her husband Zhao Yi himself.

Zhao Yi said in the letter that this letter was written last night in case of emergency.

On his way to the newspaper office in the morning, he made a decisive decision and asked these two friends to escort her away.

"My wife Yunhong, the situation is a bit bad. Before I'm noticed, you leave first, so I can get away. Everything has been arranged for my husband. Both of them are my friends. My husband has already told them that everything Follow their arrangements, remember, remember."

About half an hour later, amidst the black smoke rising straight into the sky and the sound of sirens resounding in the sky, the giant ship from Shanghai to Hong Kong set off.

"Sir, where's my husband?" Tao Yunhong waited for a while, feeling more and more worried, and asked again and again.

The two looked at each other, knowing that there was no way to hide it anymore, the most important thing was that the ship had set sail and it was out of danger, the most important thing at this time was to appease Mrs. Zhao's emotions so as not to cause complications.

"Mrs. Zhao, we have a letter from Mr. Zhao." One of them said.

"Where is the letter?" Tao Yunhong asked eagerly.

"Mrs. Zhao, I can give you the letter. You have to promise us and stay calm."

"Where is the letter?" Tao Yunhong asked eagerly regardless.

"Mrs. Zhao, Mr. Zhao asked us to tell you something." The other person said in a deep voice, "You are a healthy person, so be calm when things happen, because he is very worried about you."

"Okay, I'll calm down." Tao Yunhong swallowed, her face turned pale, and she nodded vigorously.

The two members of the special situation team looked at each other, and one of them opened the wooden box, took out the letter from the interlayer, and handed it to Tao Yunhong respectfully with both hands.

"Sister-in-law, here is the letter."

Tao Yunhong didn't notice that the address of the other party had changed. She snatched the letter and glanced at it first. The envelope read:

Yunhong my wife (Respectfully).

It's Zhao Yi's character.

Trembling, she pulled out the letter paper.

Take a look.

"Yunhong my beloved wife:
This is my last letter with you.

I'm really sorry for keeping this from you for so long.

Our National Revolutionary Army soldiers were ordered to lurk in Shanghai and never betrayed the country and nation.

Yes, I am an anti-Japanese soldier, not a traitor!
My wife Yunhong, you are probably very happy to hear this news.

You will be proud of me too.

I am also very proud, proud of being able to have a good wife.

My wife, let me tell you one thing, I am going to die today.

When a man is born in troubled times, his family and country are in trouble, so he should not hesitate to spare himself. The horse leather shroud is the duty of a soldier of our generation.

Well, my wife Yunhong, I secretly tell you that my heart is restless, I am afraid, I am not timid, I only miss you and my child.

I only think of my death, my son (daughter) will not have to suffer death in the future, I hope you will be safe in the future.

This body has already promised the country, so it is difficult for Xu Qing.

I am deeply ashamed.

I died for my country, and I deserved it.

Thousands of words, this page can't write down my thoughts and concern for you.

So farewell.

My wife Yun Hong, you are pregnant, don't be overly sad because of my death...

I feel guilty for my husband and owe you too much.

If we meet again in the next life, if we don't give up, we will definitely be the white prime minister's companion to redeem our sins!

For husband, Zhao Yi.

Last but not least!
In the 28th year of the Republic of China, May [-]th. "

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