Chapter 142 The final trump card
Forged weapons import certificates and end-user statements, and set up a shell shipping company to rent cargo ships to transport arms. In the end, everything pointed to Weiss Lando, a former corporal of the 6th Army who served in South Korea.
In the ATF 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's not the ATF's turn to deal with him specifically. Moreover, Lando was not in the country at the time, nor was he in a country where U.S. law enforcement agencies could act at will - he was working as his eight-hour soldier in the land of the former Yugoslavia - going to work on time and leaving on time, and overtime pay was required for overtime work. Although his main client was the Kosovo Liberation Army, he could not get along with the fanatical Arab volunteers, so he returned to serving the Serbs.
He served the Serbs 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 Ministry of Foreign Affairs to participate as usual. 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 cold. Finally, the Chinese people were merciful and did not handcuff his hands and feet to the torture chair. This was partly because two burly, heavily armed agents were standing behind him, and partly because he did not have any weapons. The sword and spring-loaded pistol he brought with him to Lingao, which fit his status as a European soldier in the seventeenth century, had been confiscated by customs. As for the Scorpion submachine gun and pistol, as well as the few remaining ammunition, Weiss had packed them properly before leaving and buried them under a cave in Phoenix Mountain. The Portuguese poet Camões once recited the immortal "Song of the Lusitania" in that cave. Now he felt that it was the right thing to do. In Lingao, a submachine gun could not save his life, but thanks to the heroic spirit of the great James, maybe he could lift the skirt of Lady Luck a little more.
"Before answering these questions," Weiss' 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 a reading class at school, reading articles in front of the teacher awkwardly, always ready to correct his pronunciation: "Am I lucky enough to know who you are sitting across from me talking to me?"
"You can consider us speaking to you on behalf of the federal government," Salina replied. 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 weird smile: "Federal government? Maybe I really should believe your lies, citizens of the great 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, his eloquent English mixed with many Italian and Portuguese words. Chen Sigen's translation couldn't keep up with his rhythm.
"Madam, if you can represent the U.S. government, there should be an aircraft carrier parked in this harbor - at least an amphibious boarding ship, instead of just a sailing ship except for a Polish cargo ship that should have been sent to the shipbreaking yard. This The flag of the United States should be raised in every town in the island, and there should be sixty, nay, at least a hundred stars."
Weiss took a breath and continued: "Chinese, the same goes for you. If you had Beijing's support, you would have ruled the world with tanks. You would never huddle in a small county and let your army use ten muzzleloaders from the ninth century to defend against attacks by government troops in the seventeenth 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 one person. .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 wore a gray military uniform with a blue collar badge. But there were no rank insignia, 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 enjoyed your life these three years?"
You old slippery man. Weiss thought, I need to explain this from the beginning. It's impossible not to explain. He closed his eyes and started talking about the strange storm the Mackerel encountered in the South China Sea. He continued talking in one breath, during which only a Chinese man brought him a glass of water and let him take a few sips. Until the end, it was mentioned that he was hired by Lisiya and came to Lingao through the Jesuit relationship, but the part where he accompanied Captain Aragones to attack Lingao was omitted. The Chinese people sitting behind the long table have been busy taking notes, but as soon as the name Li Siya appeared, it sparked a whispering discussion.
"You said you were employed by Li Siya, do you know her?" The question was 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 his shoulders: "She really thought I didn't know anything."
"What 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 the Spanish and the Chinese pirate Liu to join forces 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's truly a captain."
"I know this person, but I don't know her. 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 that," 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 Japanese man who claims to be named Hale - maybe an American. Who knows, he speaks English and has a Japanese face. He was Paul's temporary helper. It seems that he must have been in this business. people."
"Who is this?"
Someone handed a photo into his hand. This is a photo of a naked man's body with cross-shaped sutures on his chest.
"This is Paul," Lando muttered. "Poor Kraut."
"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, I 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 me." 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 Type 3o revolver bullets. Wu Mu thought so. He felt that executing this dangerous person directly seemed to be a more appropriate method. But he still said in a gentler tone: "Mr. Weiss, the pistols you carried between your clothes and cigarettes are obviously not as sensational as the gas bombs that can make the headlines of newspapers. As for those little things, they are pitifully small. The bullets are not enough for us to hit the target for an hour. These rifles and machine guns may not be enough for a small guerrilla force. But any government can confiscate your ship and cargo based on this. Therefore, your Boats are a thing of the past.”
The people present looked at him with malicious eyes. Lando knew it was time to play his trump card. Otherwise this trump card will soon become worthless.
But once he fights out, he can only completely obey fate or the final arrangements of this group of Chinese. a! ~!
