At the end of May in the Gregorian calendar, the weather in Shanghai is very pleasant late at night.
Not cold, not hot. The evening breeze blows. It's very comfortable. If there are no mosquito bites, that would be great.
However, the mosquitoes are very active and squatting there is absolutely painful.
In the telescope, Zhang Yong saw Shirakawa Xiuying. This guy was a bit arrogant.
How should I put it? There was no intention to dodge at all. The target was very obvious. He could hit it with the help of the scope.
However, it is impossible to take action. There are too many restrictions in the concession.
Unless you are waiting for the other party to leave the concession.
Zhang Yong silently monitored and suddenly found a red dot appearing on the edge of the map with a sign.
Check it out and find it is Lin Xiaoyan.
Huh?
She actually appeared again?
What is this woman doing when she appears in the concession? Is she looking for me?
Approach each other quietly.
After Lin Xiaoyan entered the concession, she took a rickshaw.
Zhang Yong and his men suddenly came out of the diagonal stab and intercepted her. When she found out it was Zhang Yong, she was immediately relieved.
"Walk!"
Zhang Yong threw a big ocean to the driver.
The nervous rickshaw driver hurriedly took the ocean and turned around to leave.
Lin Xiaoyan jumped out of the car.
Zhang Yong carefully monitored his surroundings to avoid being followed.
She seems to be unpopular with the Japanese invaders now. It turns out that the people in the Special High School are all hostile to the military.
It is estimated that very soon, the special high-tech department will become the special high-tech department of the military department.
The original person was either hiding or running away.
"I hope you can open a message channel at the Madier Hotel." Lin Xiaoyan said quickly, "Otherwise, it will be too difficult for others to find you."
"What message channel?" Zhang Yong said he didn't understand.
"Just give the Madiel Hotel five dollars a month, and they will record all the information for you."
"What message?"
"It's what you want to receive. And what you want to transmit."
"How to do it?"
"Every time you call back to the Madier Hotel, or when you come to the front desk of the Madiel Hotel, it will tell you who has a message for you. For example, if someone is looking for you, you can receive it in time.
"
"Five dollars a month?"
"right."
“So expensive.”
"You can accept it or not."
"Okay. I'll try."
Zhang Yong did not refuse immediately.
$5 per month is still acceptable.
This is equivalent to the most primitive paging station. You can get messages in time.
"If I'm looking for someone, can I find him?"
"Of course. You can tell the front desk of the Madiel Hotel who you are looking for. If they meet the other person or the other person calls back, they can notify you in time."
"Understood."
Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.
This is indeed a lot more convenient. It may be used frequently in the future.
Once you step onto the international intelligence stage, there will definitely be many people to contact and many things to deal with. Information must be obtained or released in a timely manner.
Good thing.
It's $5 per month, which is a bit expensive. But it's worth it.
Bring your thoughts back to reality.
"What are you doing in the concession?"
"Looking for you."
"Find me?"
"Yes. I want to have a deep talk with you."
"Cafe?"
"No. Hotel. I have already booked a room at the Madiel Hotel."
"All right……"
Zhang Yong did not refuse.
Let's talk deeply. He won't suffer.
Others contribute money and effort. He only needs to contribute. She pays for the room.
Turn around and head to Madiel Hotel.
From a distance, I noticed that Avro hadn't gotten off work yet. But I didn't see Yurkina.
Enter the hotel.
Avro saw Zhang Yong and smiled sweetly.
Lin Xiaoyan brought Zhang Yong to the front desk and said to Avro: "This gentleman, I want to activate the messaging service."
"Five dollars a month." Avro said with a smile, "Based on the natural month. There are only three days left in this month. If you open it now, it will be a bit of a loss..."
"He's not short of money." Lin Xiaoyan said, "Let's open it for him."
Zhang Yong:……
Who says I’m not short of money? I’m desperately short of money, okay?
What did Li Yunlong say? He was so poor that he was about to beg for food. He said he was not short of money.
But in the end, he took out ten 5-dollar bills and activated the message for himself.
He really needs it.
"Thank you." Avro said while registering, "Mr. Zhang, congratulations on signing up for Fetion membership..."
"What letter?" Zhang Yong felt that the name was very strange.
"Fetion."
"oh……"
So speechless.
It turns out that Fetion existed in this era!
sharp……
"Mr. Zhang, I have now found out that two gentlemen have left you written messages..."
"who?"
"See for yourself!"
Avro entered the back room and came out with two envelopes.
Zhang Yong took the envelope and found that the surface of the envelope was bare. Only his name, Zhang Yong, was written in beautiful handwriting. He was probably a woman.
Maybe it was written by Afro, or another Belarusian woman. The Chinese writing is actually very good.
Traditional Chinese seems to be more beautiful?
I opened one of the envelopes and found that there was only a name and a phone number inside.
The name is Tanavaro. The phone number is five digits.
I'm looking forward to it. Tanavaro is back? Not bad. Not bad. Did you bring the bullets back?
Opening another envelope, there was a piece of letter paper inside. He took it out and quickly glanced at it. He found that it was left for him by Zhu Yuan. There was an address on it.
strangeness……
The message Zhu Yuan left for him?
He didn't mention it when I met him before! Did he forget it?
wrong……
Maybe Zhu Yuan thought he knew.
In fact, I didn't receive any message from the Madiel Hotel. I missed it.
If Lin Xiaoyan hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known about it.
"Mr. Zhang, do you need to send messages to others? Only Fetion members can send written messages to each other."
"I know. Not yet."
"please."
"Thanks!"
Zhang Yong and Lin Xiaoyan came up to the room.
Coincidentally, this room is also on the fourth floor, next door to Fei Xinqing. But Fei Xinqing is not here.
Strange, that guy is already unconscious, where can he run?
Could it be that the memory is gradually restored?
After closing the door, Zhang Yong skillfully began to take off his clothes.
Lin Xiaoyan's face turned cold, "Zhang, please tell me clearly first, what's going on with Yamaguchi Yosuke?"
"What's going on?" Zhang Yong deliberately pretended to be stupid.
"Yosuke Yamaguchi is not dead."
"died."
"He's not dead."
"died."
Zhang Yong insisted.
Who says he's not dead? Show us the evidence.
Sure enough, Lin Xiaoyan was silent.
Her expression was constantly changing. She was obviously hesitant.
Zhang Yong took off his clothes, lay down on the bed, pulled the cup, covered himself, and then went to sleep.
Never mind you. I happen to be sleepy. Sleep and recuperate.
If you want to talk deeply, we will talk deeply. If not, we will sleep.
"Someone snitched on you?"
"What secret?"
"Do you know that Yamaguchi Yosuke is not an ordinary person?"
"He is a Japanese spy. Of course he is not an ordinary person. Strange, why do you keep saying that Yamaguchi Yosuke is not dead? I killed him with my own hands!"
"Where are the photos?"
"You didn't tell me to take pictures before. He is already dead and disposed of. How can I take pictures?"
"How to deal with it?"
"Put it in the car and burn it. The people and the car are included. The corpses are destroyed and no traces are left."
"That means death without evidence?"
"No. My men are all witnesses. They all saw it."
"Why burn it?"
"Because he is an employee of the Bank of Communications! The Kong family didn't want him to be identified and criticized. So..."
"Zhang, you lied to me!"
"If you didn't lie to me, I certainly wouldn't lie to you."
"you……"
Lin Xiaoyan hesitated again.
Obviously, she had understood Zhang Yong's words.
After all, she is a very high-tech person. She is very smart and knows the elegant meaning of songs.
"Moori Usagi Maru..."
"Moori Usagi Maru..."
Suddenly, Zhang Yong heard Lin Xiaoyan muttering to herself.
I opened my eyes and found that she was standing in the darkness silently in a daze, but her mouth did not open.
Did he accidentally "hear" her voice again?
Is she still struggling with Mouri Usagi?
"Jiamusi..."
"Jiamusi..."
Suddenly, Lin Xiaoyan's voice was heard again.
This time, Zhang Yong saw clearly. Lin Xiaoyan did not make any movement. Her lips did not move either.
Obviously, this time, he really "eavesdropped" on her thoughts. But it was of no use.
Jiamusi...
It's just a place name.
What value could it have?
It seems that someone mentioned before that the Japanese First Division has all been transferred to Jiamusi.
Yes, it was the First Division that committed rebellion and attempted to launch a mutiny. In the subsequent processing, more than 300 people were shot. Everyone else, including their families, were all dispatched to Jiamusi.
The question is, what is Lin Xiaoyan doing with this thought again and again? Is she related to Jiamusi?
If it's irrelevant, she won't talk about it.
"open……"
Lin Xiaoyan suddenly stopped talking.
This time, it was she who was speaking.
But he pretended not to hear and slept with his head tilted.
If you don't reveal the secret of Mouri Usagi, I will insist that Yamaguchi Yosuke is dead.
You lied to me first. Then I must lie to you too!
"open……"
Lin Xiaoyan continued to call softly.
Zhang Yong noticed that her name for herself seemed to have changed.
In the past, everyone was called Zhang Sang. Now he is called Zhang alone? He doesn’t know much about Japanese customs and doesn’t understand the meaning of this change.
"What to do?" Zhang Yong finally decided to respond.
"I..." Lin Xiaoyan hesitated.
"Speak directly if you have something to say."
"Are you working with the Americans?"
"yes."
"But we already gave you one hundred thousand dollars. You broke your promise."
"Everyone involved in the kidnapping case is dead."
"Are you sure they are all dead?"
"If they show up again, I can refund you a hundred thousand dollars."
"But……"
Lin Xiaoyan was confused again.
Zhang Yong tilted his head to sleep.
What? Still unwilling to reveal the secret of Mouri Usagi?
Okay, let's take it slow.
As a result, Lin Xiaoyan did not respond for a long time. Instead, Zhang Yong fell asleep in a daze.
Half asleep and half awake, I felt someone curling up in my arms.
In the end, she still didn't reveal the truth...
…
When I woke up in the morning, Lin Xiaoyan was already gone.
She does this every time. She always leaves before dawn. She is mysterious.
Zhang Yong doesn’t mind either. Just get used to it.
get up.
Wash.
Go downstairs.
After finishing breakfast, I started making phone calls.
Of course I called Tanavaro. I wonder if he is in Via Italia?
Soon, someone answered the phone. But Zhang Yong couldn't understand what he said. Maybe it was Italian? Zhang Yong continued to say in Chinese: "I am Zhang Yong, I want to find Tanavaro..."
The other party was still chattering in Italian. After a while, someone finally heard in Chinese, "Zhang, you finally called."
Zhang Yong thought quickly for a moment and was convinced that it was Tanavaro's voice.
This guy is finally back. I wonder if he brought the ammunition back?
"Mr. Tanavaro, do you have any good news for me?"
"Of course. I have great news for you."
"Thank you. I'm looking forward to it."
"But, there is a little bad news."
"Let's meet and talk. Where are you?"
"Of course I'm in the Italian Street, Genoa Bar. Come and find me! We'll see you there or not."
"good."
Zhang Yong agreed.
Look at your watch. It’s only around eight o’clock in the morning!
This Italian man was probably drunk at the bar last night and passed out directly.
Summon people immediately.
Come to Italy Street.
Numerous weapons symbols began to appear on the map.
Good guy. This is Italian Street, not an arsenal! Why are there so many weapons signs?
Be vigilant secretly.
Those Italians are no good.
Even though they are quite tough on the battlefield, they are very domineering in some aspects.
Especially those Italians from Sicily, there is no law in their eyes.
Sure enough, as soon as I approached Italian Street, I saw many men standing at the street entrance with pistols on their waists. The pistols on their waists were all Beretta 1934 pistols.
Seeing Zhang Yong arriving with many Chinese tunic suits, all of them held weapons in their hands. The Italians were not afraid at all. They just pressed their guns with their hands.
"I am Tanavaro's guest." Zhang Yong expressed his intention.
"Come in!" Someone waved.
Zhang Yong then came over.
The team behind him naturally followed.
No one stopped me.
No one said that Zhang Yong could only go in alone.
Although Zhang Yong led more than thirty people and two teams, the entire street was filled with Italians.
There are at least a thousand people in the whole street. Everyone has a gun. In addition to pistols, there may also be rifles or submachine guns. In terms of firepower, Zhang Yong's thirty people are simply not enough.
In the early stages of World War II, the weapons produced by Italy were also of a certain level.
The Japanese navy once commissioned Italy to produce 100,000 bolt-action rifles for use as naval guards.
Most of the rifles and light machine guns equipped by the Japanese Marine Corps were produced in Italy. Many of them were imported.
Why not ask the Army to produce it?
Haha, Navy Red Deer and Army Red Deer have a deep hatred. Are you looking for the Army?
Even General Yamamoto Isoroku would not dare to say that. Otherwise, he would definitely be hacked to death by the angry Navy Red Deer.
Find the Genoa Bar.
Sure enough, this place is closed.
It's early in the morning and of course the bar is closed.
Go up.
Knock on the door.
It took a long time before someone opened the door.
He showed a bearded face, smelled of alcohol, and his eyes were red.
Yes, this is Tanavaro.
This guy is really cool.
His motto in life is probably to lie down wherever he gets drunk...
This guy is also very lucky. No one shot him when he was drunk.
Is the public security in Sicily so good?
"open……"
"Mr. Tanavaro, how much did you drink?"
"Not much. It's all wine. The wine we Italians make is better than the French. I drank less than a barrel."
"Less than a barrel?"
"Yeah. Less than a barrel."
"..."
Zhang Yong was speechless.
I could only give a silent thumbs up.
Cowhide. Convinced.
A barrel of wine!
Not a big drinker, but definitely a big eater.
A bucket of red wine is enough for a bath. You actually drank less than a bucket. That's at least half a bucket.
I’m very curious. How many times did you go to the toilet?
"Zhang, come in!"
"good."
Zhang Yong walked in silently.
Then I realized that I had miscalculated. I didn't go to the toilet at all. I just pooped on the floor.
I can't describe what I smell in words.
He covered his nose involuntarily.
At this moment, Tanavaro seemed to finally realize that something was wrong with the taste.
He was gibbering in Italian.
Then he said to Zhang Yong: "Let's go. Let's go to the opposite side. It's very dirty here."
Zhang Yong really wanted to say, it wasn’t you who did it?
When you look like this, you will know that you are drunk and urinating everywhere.
Seriously, it's very polite that no one is shooting at you.
walk out.
Go to the bar opposite.
There is also a bar opposite.
It feels like there are at least twenty bars in the entire Italian Street.
I suspect that these Italians may spend half the day drinking. They spend more time drinking than sleeping in their entire lives.
sit down.
Tanavaro habitually took out the bottle of wine from his pocket.
Zhang Yong reached out and snatched it away.
Let’s talk about things first.
do not drink.
"I want to hear the good news first."
"The good news is that I got you more ammunition than you imagined."
"How many?"
"you guess?"
"thirty million!"
Zhang Yong deliberately made wild guesses.
If there really were 30 million rounds of ammunition, that would be great.
They are all of 7.92mm caliber. The national army will definitely be able to use them. They will definitely be fun to use to fight Japanese invaders in the future.
"No, guess again."
"Twenty-five million?"
"You are getting further and further away from the correct answer."
"Fifty million."
Zhang Yong took the risk and made a bold guess.
If there are really 50 million, that would be awesome. But the chance is too small.
Fifty million rounds of ammunition is not a small number. The weapons and ammunition used by the Italians are not of 7.92 mm caliber. Therefore, it is impossible to have them in stock...
And if you want to produce 50 million rounds of bullets, it won't happen overnight. It will take time.
"you guessed right!"
"What?"
"Fifty million bullets! I'll bring you fifty million bullets!"
"real?"
Zhang Yong was secretly surprised.
But his reason kept telling him that this might not be true.
Maybe Tanavaro was deceiving himself.
After all, 50 million bullets feels a bit dreamy...
"You brought them all back?"
"No. So, there is a little bad news..."
"That……"
Zhang Yong frowned.
I immediately thought of the possibility of some kind of fraud.
I thought to myself, is this bastard trying to steal my money? Is he deliberately writing a bad check?
Keep calm.
"What's the bad news?"
"I brought back 10 million rounds of ammunition. The rest will be delivered within the next three months."
"Is this bad news?"
"I haven't said that yet. The bad news is that you need to sign a trade contract with us."
"content?"
"About the Markey series aircraft."
"oh?"
Zhang Yong's mind moved.
Machi series? Italian fighter?
By the way, even though the Italians are ham-fisted on the battlefield, their weapon design is not bad.
Especially the Mackey series of fighter jets, including MC-200 Thunder, MC-202 Lightning, MC-205 Hound and other models, their performance is very good.
Zhang Yong is not very clear about the specific results. However, there are data showing that in the early stages of the battle, the Soviet Air Force suffered losses. The British Spitfire, Hurricane and other fighter jets seemed to have also suffered in the contest with the Markey series fighters.
There is no advantage. The performance of both sides is basically even.
The reason why Italian weapons are not famous is mainly because their record is really not good. Although the weapons are good, the people are too smart.
"You want to sell planes?"
"right."
"how much?"
"At least a hundred. The more, the better."
"When can it be delivered?"
"There are fifty of them just produced right now. If you need them, we can sell them to you now."
"What model?"
"BA-65, Eagle fighter. Engine power is up to 1,000 horsepower."
"How many?"
"One thousand horsepower! Fiat A80-RC41 engine!"
"ah?"
Zhang Yong secretly exclaimed, "It's awesome."
Is the Italian engine technology so awesome?
Or Fiat?
Later generations of Fiat cars don't seem to be that good...
Unexpectedly, before World War II, Fiat actually developed aero engines! The horsepower was so terrifying!
You must know that the Japanese invaders’ famous Zero fighter only had 950 horsepower!
The engine horsepower is so terrifying, the performance of the aircraft must not be bad. At least it will not lose to the current fighter jets of the Japanese Army Aviation.
