Five hundred and seventy-two, our store does not accept Chinese people

Style: Historical Author: finger lingering fragranceWords: 2627Update Time: 24/01/12 08:53:30
When Takeo Yoshikawa saw Zhou Zhihan for the first time, a strong sense of insecurity instantly surged into his heart.

Why is he here?

What is he doing here?

Is it an exchange visit, or is it here to buy fighter jets or warships?

It is possible to buy fighter jets, but not warships.

Will Zhou Zhihan's appearance at Pearl Harbor bring uncertainty to the imperial fleet's sneak attack on Pearl Harbor?

Will his appearance pose a threat to the Empire's fighter planes bombing Pearl Harbor?

This Zhou Zhihan, who wore the uniform of a colonel of the Chinese Air Force, defeated countless Japanese ace pilots, forced Major General Nakamura to death, and made Moritaka Nakasa lose face in front of the Americans. Even Takeo Yoshikawa could recognize him after he turned into gray. This man had already entered the ranks of the Japanese military. On the must-kill blacklist.

Last year Zhou Zhihan went to London to support operations, wearing a British Air Force uniform. This time when he came to the United States, as an instructor, he wore a Chinese Air Force uniform...

So it is very conspicuous among the beautiful clothes in the restaurant...a bit rustic.

Therefore, Takeo Yoshikawa saw Zhou Zhihan at a glance.

Takeo Yoshikawa, 29 years old, is a famous Japanese spy. Japanese planes can accurately bomb Pearl Harbor and severely damage the U.S. Navy.

The woman standing with him at the window just now was Fujiwara Namiko, the female owner of Haruncho Hotel. She was not a spy before, but was later conquered by the playboy-like Takeo Yoshikawa using various means and became his spy. Haruncho Hotel Since then, it has become one of Japan's most important outposts overlooking Pearl Harbor. Usually, the geishas would also get some useful information from American soldiers.

This espionage organization was able to overlook Pearl Harbor so blatantly. This cannot just be said to be due to Americans' lack of awareness of precautions. This may be the so-called number of days.

Takeo Yoshikawa opened a door and saw Tamada Saburo, who was as strong as an ox and weighed more than 300 pounds, laughing with a geisha. His big hands like cattail leaf fans could grasp the geisha's thin waist.

Seeing Takeo Yoshikawa push the door open, the geisha quickly got up from Saburo Tanita, tidied up her scattered clothes, bowed to Takeo Yoshikawa, then bent down and left with small steps.

A guy as big as a pinhead can actually be leisurely and relaxed... Takeo Yoshikawa's handsome face showed respect: "Sanlang-kun, there is something I want to ask you to do."

"Hi! Please tell me!" Furuta Saburo said, standing up and straightening his large samurai uniform. His body was trembling wildly. Takeo Yoshikawa stood in front of him like a child.

"If you have the chance, kill a Chinese colonel in the front hall, or at least seriously injure him. Please, Saburo-kun!" As he spoke, Takeo Yoshikawa bowed and saluted Furuta Saburo.

At this moment, Fujiwara Namiko opened the door and walked in, looking at Takeo Yoshikawa with charming eyes, making Furuta Saburo secretly swallow his saliva.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to kill people here?" Fujiwara Haiko heard the conversation between the two just now. "Killing Chinese people at such an important juncture at the base may attract the attention of the Americans."

Bitch, I asked you to seduce him into bed, but you actually took it seriously... Takeo Yoshikawa said with an unwavering expression: "Then beat him seriously. Japan and China are like fire and water, and Saburo-kun represents the military of the Daito Empire. , why not have a friendly discussion with the Chinese people on American soil? Such an open and fair discussion will not arouse the suspicion of the Americans. Mr. Saburo is so powerful that he accidentally beat the Chinese people seriously during the discussion. , and it’s normal.”

Takeo Yoshikawa continued: "This man has extraordinary air combat capabilities and is a genius among geniuses. It is said that he has super powers to detect fighter planes dozens of kilometers away. Letting him stay at Pearl Harbor may be detrimental to the empire's operation.

I just remembered that according to General Moritaka Nakaso, after China successfully purchased fighter jets from the United States in April this year, the United States had an agreement with China to allow this person to come to the United States to teach pilots at the end of November.

Since he appeared in Pearl Harbor, it means that he was coaching in Pearl Harbor. If this person is not eliminated, it will be a serious problem! "

Furuta Saburo: "Don't worry, I will definitely break this Chinese man's waist in two."

Takeo Yoshikawa: "..."

! ! ! ...Fujiwara Namiko...didn't I say that hooking up in bed would be very useful...



When the food was served, the waiter brought three plates and distributed them to Kim Lindsay, Dick Best and McCluskey, then said "please use it slowly" and left.

There is no such thing as Zhou Zhihan.

How is this going?

"Hey! Wait a minute." Dick Best called.

The waiter turned around.

Dick Best opened his palm, pointed in front of Zhou Zhihan, and asked the American waiter with his eyes!

"I don't know either, Mr. Lieutenant." The young waiter shrugged, "They gave me three points and said they would talk about the colonel later."

"Why?"

Dick Best's voice was a bit loud, and immediately, people at other tables nearby looked over.

The waiter shook his head: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lieutenant, I don't know!"

At this moment, a middle-aged Asian man in a suit came over. He wore glasses, was fair, and looked very humble and kind. He seemed to be the manager of the hotel or something like that.

"I'm Tanaka, the lobby manager. How can I help you?"

The man in the suit said to Best politely.

Dick Best pointed in front of Zhou Zhihan: "The four of us ordered the same dish, why isn't my friend's dish?"

"Oh! That's it, Mr. Lieutenant," Tanaka said to Best with a smile, "There are rules in the hotel and they don't entertain Chinese people."

It seems that the Japanese spies have recognized me... Zhou Zhihan looked at the Japanese man named Tanaka quietly. He knew that things were not that simple.

Dick Best was a little angry: "What kind of bullshit rules are these? This is a restaurant, a place to eat, not a battlefield with weapons. You Japanese are really petty!"

Hearing Richard Dick Best's shouting, many Americans immediately understood that China and Japan were at war, and the Japanese were unwilling to serve the Chinese...

Tsk tsk... You said the Japanese were wrong. It seems they were right. It might be the same for me. Your country is at war with mine. Why should I entertain you?

But this is on American soil...

But... this hotel is run by the Japanese. The United States really has no right to force the Japanese to serve the Chinese...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lieutenant," Tanaka bent even lower, smiling apologetically at Dick Best, but not looking at Zhou Zhihan. "The store's rules do not entertain Chinese people, and I have no right to change it. Of course, our store The rules set are also very fair. If Mr. Colonel can meet our requirements, he can also dine in our restaurant."

Ha, as expected, the Japanese were playing dirty tricks... Zhou Zhihan didn't speak, he sat quietly and looked at Tanaka quietly, but he exuded a strong aura.

McCluskey remained silent. Although he was angry about the incident, he was also embarrassed by the Japanese's refusal to entertain Zhou Zhihan for dinner. After all, it was he who chose to come here.

Hearing what Tanaka said, McCluskey asked, "What's the request?"

Tanaka put on a righteous and awe-inspiring look: "We Japanese have always loved peace, but the Chinese first provoked disputes that led to war, so we can only stay with them to the end. Japanese samurai have always respected the strong, if this Chinese colonel can win Our warrior, he will earn respect and our service, otherwise he will have to leave."

Since the Japanese are clearly challenging, I will take the opportunity to humiliate you. Zhou Zhihan remained expressionless: "Shameless, the thief shouts to catch the thief. Can you Japanese do something different? From Ryunosuke Sakamoto of West Point Military Academy to Shichiro Yamashita, the god of military affairs." , the first God of War, and then Nakaso Moritaka were all defeated by me, and I was embarrassed to win."

Knowing that there was a good show to watch, the American soldiers began to cheer. Most of them knew Zhou Zhihan and were conquered by his charisma. Seeing how confident he was, they all applauded him.

Although the Japanese do not entertain Chinese people, it is a bit offensive, but it is difficult to refute.

Recently, American soldiers hate hypocritical Japanese very much, except of course Japanese women.

Zhou Zhihan frowned and looked helpless: "If a Japanese samurai competed with me in singing or dancing, I might be defeated, but you insist on overestimating your ability to fight me. I'm really annoyed. "

At this moment, the floor shook slightly and the sound of huge footsteps came.

Everyone turned around and saw a giant in the shape of a giant swaying towards them. The floor shook with every step they took.