Forged weapons import certificates and end-user statements, set up a shell shipping company to rent cargo ships to transport arms, and ultimately everything pointed to Weiss Lando, a former army corporal who had served in South Korea.
In the ATF's files, Lando is not a big fish. He can only be regarded as one of the countless trash fish in this industry who are trying to make a profit. It is not the ATF's turn to deal with him specifically. Moreover, Lando was not in the country at the time, so
Not in a country where U.S. law enforcement agencies can operate at will - he is working as his eight-hour warrior on the land of the former Yugoslavia - going to work on time and leaving on time, and working overtime must be paid overtime. Although his main client is the Kosovo Liberation Army, he and those
The fanatical Arab volunteers couldn't get along, so they served the Serbs again.
He served the Serbians so well that Serbian arms companies opened their doors for him. The weapons arsenal of the former Yugoslavia became his gold mine.
Although he was never arrested by the judicial authorities of the United States and its allies, Salina remembered the smiling face in the file photo.
"Mr. Weiss Lando." Considering that this was a secret interrogation, Xu Tianqi was not transferred from the Foreign Affairs Department to participate as usual. The person who served as the translator was Chen Sigen, who was affiliated with the Special Investigation Command and had trained students for the Political Security Bureau.
"We know exactly what you have done in Bosnia and West Africa in the past ten years. Now please tell me, what do you want to do when you come to Lingao disguised as a Jesuit?
Weiss put his hands from the armrest to his legs. Although it was a sultry summer night, he felt a little chilly. Finally, the Chinese Communist Party was merciful and did not cuff his hands and feet to the torture chair. This half was
Because two burly, heavily armed agents were standing behind him, and the other half was because he did not have any weapons. He brought with him to Lingao a sword and a spring-loaded short gun that fit his status as a European soldier in the seventeenth century.
It had been confiscated by customs. As for the Scorpion submachine gun and pistol, as well as the few remaining ammunition, Weiss packed them properly before setting off and buried them under a cave in Phoenix Mountain. The Portuguese poet Camões was there
He recited the immortal "Song of the Lusitania" in the cave. Now he felt that it was right to do so. In Lingao, a submachine gun could not save his life, but the heroic spirit of the great Camões took shelter.
, maybe he can lift Lady Luck's skirt a little further.
"Before answering these questions," Weiss's voice was low, but slow and clear. After arriving in Asia in the seventeenth century, he had not spoken English for almost three years. He now felt like he was in school.
In reading class, I read the article in front of the teacher with great awkwardness, always ready to correct my pronunciation: "Am I lucky enough to know who you are sitting across from me and talking to me?"
"You can think that we are talking to you on behalf of the federal government." Salina replied. She had a standard New York accent, but her tone was as cold and stiff as her expression.
Weiss raised his head and leaned back on the chair, showing a strange smile: "Federal government? Maybe I really should believe your lies, great citizens of the Commonwealth of Australia. You'd better go back quickly, the Dutch in Java are going to visit you soon.
Australia. What should I call you? Ms. Cook? I forgot this is the seventeenth century, so I might as well call you Ms. Tasman."
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the faster he spoke, with many Italian and Portuguese words mixed in with his eloquent English. Chen Sigen's translation became increasingly unable to keep up with his pace.
"Madam, if you can represent the U.S. government, there should be an aircraft carrier parked in this harbor - at least an amphibious landing ship, instead of just a sailing ship except for a Polish cargo ship that should have been sent to the shipbreaking yard. This island
Every town in the country should raise the flag of the United States, which should have sixty, nay, at least a hundred stars."
Weiss took a breath and continued: "Chinese, the same goes for you. If you had the support of the Communist Party, you would have ruled the world with tanks. You would never huddle in a small county and let your army
Use 19th century muzzleloaders to defend against attacks by government troops in the 17th century. So you and I are the same thing, we both came to this damn world to work alone. The difference is that you have more people, and I only have
Just a bare one. I think I said it right?"
Selina was unmoved and looked at him coldly. The Chinese also had no intention of answering his question.
"You are not alone, we know you have accomplices." A friendly-looking Chinese man sitting behind a table spoke. He was wearing a gray military uniform and a blue collar badge. But he did not have any military rank.
There is no armed belt or pistol. A round head protrudes directly from the empty lapel. At first glance, he looks like a big shot.
"Of course, I do have a few accomplices. But they are probably all shark dung now. Do you care about them?"
"Mr. Lando, please calm down. Your views on the Chinese and the Chinese government are too superficial. Why don't you talk about yourself? Have you had a good time in the past three years?"
You old cunning guy. Weiss thought, I need to explain it from the beginning. It’s impossible not to explain it. He closed his eyes and started from the strange storm the Mackerel encountered in the South China Sea. He went straight down in one breath.
During this period, only a Chinese brought him a glass of water and asked him to take a few sips. Until the end, he mentioned that he was hired by Lisya and came to Lingao through the Jesuit relationship. He only omitted that he had accompanied Captain Aragones.
During the attack on Lingao, the Chinese sitting behind the long table had been busy taking notes, but as soon as the name Li Siya appeared, it triggered a whispering discussion.
"You said you were employed by Li Siya, do you know her?" The question was raised by Jiang Shan.
"This woman is very famous in Macau. She found me through the Jesuits and hired me for six hundred Spanish pesos to get your military intelligence. Then she sold the information to the Dutch East India Company for ten times the price.
Weiss shrugged her shoulders: "She really thinks I don't know anything."
"What exactly does Li Siya do? Is she a subordinate of Liu Xiang, Zheng Zhilong or the Spanish?" Someone was very concerned about this issue.
"No, she is a broker. When the money is high, she will do it herself. Two years ago, she brought together the Spanish and the Chinese pirate Liu to attack you, and the result was heavy losses. So no matter whether the Dutch offer a high price or not,
She has always had a keen interest in you."
"Do you recognize Li Huamei?"
"do not know."
"She is the captain of the Hangzhou. This ship docks in Macau from time to time."
"Oh, you're talking about the female captain who often appears as a pirate."
"She is indeed a captain."
"I know this person, but I don't know her personally. She doesn't often appear in Macau."
"What is her relationship with Li Siya?"
"I don't know." Lando shook his head, "Li Siya is a woman who pays great attention to maintaining her own sense of mystery. She rarely even appears on the streets of Macau."
"Tell us about your friends on the ship," the fat man in blue-gray military uniform interrupted his conversation about Li Siya: "How many of them are there in total, and where are they?"
"I think I just said it," Weiss felt impatient. Fatigue, tension, anxiety, and the need to pretend to be nonchalant on the surface were all torturing his nerves.
"The two Filipino crew members disappeared after the storm. I speculate that they were swept from the deck to the bottom of the sea by the wind and waves. And the first mate Paul, the unlucky German guy, broke his head on the bridge and met God.
.The last one is my friend who boarded the same boat as me——"
"Who is this guy?"
"A *** man who claims to be named Hale - maybe an American. Who knows! Anyway, he speaks English and has a *** face. He was Paul's temporary helper. It seems that he should be a
Someone who has been in this business."
"Who is this?"
Someone handed a photo to his hand. It was a photo of a naked man's body with cross-shaped sutures on his chest.
"This is Paul." Lando muttered, "Poor German guy."
"The person you mentioned who got on the boat with you, is he still alive? Where is he now?"
Weiss muttered: "No, don't ask me where he is now. Ever since our lifeboat was overturned by the waves and the local natives fished me out, we have never seen him again. If you want to know his whereabouts
, let’s ask the respected Poseidon.”
"You don't seem to care much about your friends."
"I believe you care more about him than I do." Weiss grinned, and this conversation was more interesting than before: "I care more about myself, so I came to the door. I think the news I brought and my
The boat should cost more than six hundred silver pesos."
It's worth six rounds of Type 30 revolver bullets. Wu Mu thought so. He felt that it would be a more appropriate way to execute this dangerous person directly. But he still said in a gentler tone: "Mr. Weiss, what are you carrying?
The pistols among the clothes and cigarettes are obviously not as sensational as the gas bombs that can make newspaper headlines. As for the meager bullets, they are not enough for us to shoot the target for an hour. These rifles and machine guns,
I'm afraid supplying it to a small guerrilla force may not be enough. But any government can confiscate your ship and cargo accordingly. So your ship is a thing of the past."
The people present looked at him with malicious eyes. Lando knew that it was time to play his trump card. Otherwise, this trump card would soon become worthless.
But once he fights out, he will have no choice but to completely obey fate or the final arrangements of this group of Chinese people.