The day after Zuo Zhong visited Minister Song, Gu Zhongya was lying in a single ward in the No. 1 Hospital of Jiangcheng, reading a newspaper, but his eyes occasionally glanced at the guards outside the door.
The other party told him early in the morning that they would follow Minister Song's instructions and send him to a military nursing home. Firstly, it would be safe, and secondly, the quiet environment there would be more suitable for recuperation.
Regarding this matter, Gu Zhongya was extremely unwilling in his heart. The nursing home was indeed safe, but the closed environment was not conducive to contact, which was related to his life.
He now urgently needs information from the outside world in order to understand whether the person who beat him to a bruised and swollen face that day was Xu Enzeng's cheap brother-in-law Separation.
If so, this revenge must be avenged.
If not, that would be troublesome, which means that Shangfeng agreed to implement investigative methods against him.
At the same time, there are not many departments and people who dare to do this in Maocheng. The most likely one is the Secret Service. With high-level authorization, these daring agents can do anything.
Putting down the newspaper with some irritation, he recalled scenes of the past and the Secret Service's methods of dealing with Han prisoners in his mind. Finally, he sighed and felt that temporarily disconnecting might be a good thing for him.
The more activities there are, the more flaws there will be. Gu Zhongya knows this very well. These are troubled times, and he can just use the excuse of recuperation to hide for a while.
"Sir Gu, it's time for us to hit the road."
Outside the door, the guard who had just come to change his shift in the morning came in and whispered.
Gu Zhongya's face darkened when he heard this, and he cursed in his heart that it was too unlucky to go on the road, as if he was about to die soon, so he nodded with a dark face and did not answer.
The guard didn't pay attention and waved a few people into the ward. He carefully carried Gu Zhongya into the wheelchair and pushed him to a car parked in front of the ward.
"Why is there just one car? If we encounter danger, what can we do with so few people?"
Gu Zhongya frowned and asked. If he hadn't been afraid of offending Minister Song's good intentions, he would have wanted to immediately ask people from the Air Defense Command to come to the hospital to take charge of security work.
"Sir Gu, you misunderstood. Brothers from the Tax Police Corps are waiting outside. There are three trucks and a platoon of regular troops. I guarantee that no one can hurt you today."
The guard said quickly and explained the reason for this arrangement: "The war situation is tense these days. With so many people coming to the hospital, there will definitely be rumors, separation, and rumors in the city. Please understand."
Gu Zhongya stopped talking and got into the car with the help of the guard. As a result, he accidentally touched the wound. He grinned in pain and muttered something he didn't know who he was scolding.
The guard next to him glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and ordered the driver to drive. The car slowly drove out of the hospital gate. When it reached the highway, the driver pressed the horn twice.
Upon hearing the signal, several trucks filled with soldiers drove out of the alley nearby. They quickly sandwiched the cars between them and sped towards the outside of the city.
Looking back at the elite tax police group, Gu Zhongya finally felt relieved and leaned his head lightly on his seat, thinking about how to please Minister Song and use him to cause trouble for Xu Enzeng.
Regardless of whether his beating had anything to do with the person named Xu or not, he had to teach this person a lesson. With so many colleagues and classmates watching, he would inevitably be looked down upon if he didn't fight back.
I heard that the Japanese were searching and arresting people everywhere in Shanghai. Why not ask Minister Song to find a way to send Xu Enzeng to the enemy-occupied area, and then notify the Japanese himself? Wouldn't that be...
Gu Zhongya gritted his teeth and thought fiercely, then he looked up and looked out the car window and found that the convoy entered a secluded road. This was not the road to the military nursing home.
As the director of the Operations Department, it is a basic requirement to understand and master the terrain of Qicheng. He was suddenly startled and subconsciously turned around to ask the guards.
"Bang~"
Before Gu Zhongya could speak, the guard raised the handle of his gun and hit him hard on the head. Gu Zhongya's head hurt and he immediately lost consciousness.
"Search, change the target's clothes, and do not touch his personal belongings, waiting for technical inspection."
The convoy stopped immediately, and the guards took off the disguises on their faces while instructing the driver and several soldiers who were approaching.
"Yes, Chief Wu."
Everyone saluted and followed the order, skillfully checking Gu Zhongya's mouth, hair, and skin to see if there were any dangerous goods or escape tools.
Wu Chunyang, who had regained his true appearance, stood aside. He still couldn't believe that Minister Song would cooperate with the Secret Service's actions.
Their original plan was to wait until Gu Zhongya recovered from his injuries and then attack him on his way home, trying not to alert others, especially the Air Defense Command.
Because no one knows if there are any accomplices of Gu Zhongya in the headquarters. Once the spy leader finds out, all the previous efforts will be wasted.
Unexpectedly, the deputy director went out for a trip, and Minister Song, who was supposed to be a hindrance in the investigation process, instead became an aid to their arrest target, which really surprised them.
Wu Chunyang was just sighing at the deputy director's wide network of contacts when he saw Gui Youguang walking quickly from a distance. The little agent behind him was carrying two unconscious people, which made him a little confused.
"What's going on? What's going on with these two people?"
"The bastards at the Secret Service Headquarters were sneaking around outside the hospital, so I caught them. Do you want to kill them?"
"No, take off your clothes and stay at the scene, then call the police station and tell them someone is acting inappropriately."
"Hey, okay, I'll take care of it."
After Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang had a brief conversation, they each dispersed with their people, leaving only two cool-looking agents from the Secret Service Headquarters lying on the ground.
I do not know how long it has been.
Gu Zhongya, whose head was groggy, opened his eyes. When he saw clearly where he was, his heart skipped a beat, his calves trembled involuntarily, and he was scared to death.
This was a dark room with no windows and no external light. Several people whose appearance could not be seen clearly were sitting behind a table with a lamp, and there were a pile of torture instruments and a brazier next to them.
At this time, a cold wind blew from nowhere and passed over the brazier. The blue flames flickered on and off, and the firelight wavered uncertainly, making the whole room feel strange.
No matter how stupid he is, he knows that the transfer to a nursing home, Minister Song's arrangements, and even his beating were all a cover-up. He was being targeted by the national intelligence agency.
"Who are you? I tell you, I am the major general of the Guo Army. If you know what I am doing, let me go immediately." Gu Zhongya, who didn't want to give up, shouted twice in a fierce voice.
"Okay, Gu Zhongya, we know who you are."
Zuo Zhong reached out and turned up the desk lamp, shining the light directly on Gu Zhongya. Looking at the panicked traitor, he recited the other person's files and resume in detail with an expressionless face.
After speaking, he sneered: "What I just said is correct, sir. Don't worry, our Secret Service will never wrongly accuse a good person, and we will never let a bad person go.
By the way, I would like to introduce myself. I am Zuo Chong, Deputy Director of the Secret Service. Whether you have heard of me before or not, I hope you will remember this name firmly from now on.
Because your life is in my hands. You have to die whenever I want you to. It will be useless for anyone to come, including your classmates and friends in the military. "
Left heavy!
Secret Service!
Gu Zhongya was struck by lightning and slumped on the interrogation chair like a ball of mud. From the day he became a Japanese mole, he had thought that such a day would come, but he did not expect that it would come so soon.
I guessed right. It was indeed the Secret Service that was targeting him. When I was in Jinling, Japanese spies and Han prisoners were hanged at the city gate almost every year. It was this secret agency that did it.
According to feedback from Japanese and acquaintances, anyone who falls into the hands of the other party will not end well, and it is difficult to die quickly.
There was also a man named Zuo who was violent. It was said that he would kill several people for fun whether he was happy or unhappy. Before Jinling retreated, he shot hundreds of prisoners involved in Japanese espionage cases at once.
Now that he was caught by this person, would he end up hanging on the top of the city as a warning to future generations? Thinking of this sudden strong desire to survive, Gu Zhongya decided not to speak no matter what.
He was confident that he had not exposed any flaws. The only possible reason for exposure was that he received a call from the security guard after Yao Li was arrested, but they used code words during the call.
As long as he refuses to admit it, the Secret Service will have no conclusive evidence. As time goes by, his friends in the military will definitely respond to the summit. By then, not only can he escape safely, but he can also continue to be the director of his operations department.
Gu Zhongya, who consciously wanted to understand, simply closed his eyes and made up his mind to endure it to the end. Isn't it just torture? He endured it. The harder he was beaten now, the greater the trouble the Secret Service would have in the future.
The dignified major general of the Guo army was tortured by the spies, and even the generals in the army who had nothing to do with him would also come forward to help him out of the purpose of safeguarding their own interests.
Because if he didn't help, it would be him who was beaten today, and it might be them in the future. Death of a rabbit, separation, and sadness of a fox are human nature, so he wanted to see how Zuo Zhong would end up.
"Bata."
On the other side of the interrogation room, Zuo Dian lit a cigarette with a smile on his face. Gu Zhongya's reaction was as he expected. An ant can survive in vain, let alone a human being.
But Gu Zhongya never thought about why so many rigorously trained Japanese spies failed to survive torture. The most important thing for this person is to know how much he weighs.
However, the identity and military rank of the other party are indeed sensitive. Even if you have the consent of someone and Minister Song, you cannot take action directly. It is best to use evidence to make him plead guilty.
Halfway through his cigarette, he nodded to Gu Qi, who was on the jury, and motioned to his old partner to share the information they had. Gu Zhongya couldn't get out this time anyway, so he wasn't afraid of leaking the secret.
Gu Qi received the instruction, picked up a document from the desktop and read it.
The content includes the testimony of witnesses at the Golden Key Restaurant in Bern, Switzerland, Toshio Akihara's background and other relevant evidence, as well as Shen Dongxin's speculation on the changes in the organizational structure of the Japanese espionage organization in Maocheng.
Although the voice was soft, it was like thunder in Gu Zhongya's ears. How could the Secret Service know so many things, especially Akihara Toshio, and what went wrong.
A terrible guess suddenly flashed through his mind. There was an internal monitor at the top of the Japanese intelligence agency, and he was a big internal monitor. Now he had no leverage!
(End of chapter)
