Fang Lang didn't care about the farce being staged by Japanese-Brazilians in Brazil. He even gloated a little and wanted to add fuel to the fire.
Wait for Fang Lang to finish handling the matters at hand at the station. It was completely dark. Fang Lang once again took the agreed upon $125,000 and went to the US military station to look for Colonel Malik, but he couldn't find him.
Later, after inquiring through the car radio, I learned that Colonel Malik was preparing to finish the work in the underground arsenal.
Fang Lang was not polite and drove directly to visit.
When Fang Lang arrived, he saw American soldiers driving a group of Japanese workers into the underground factory. From time to time, Japanese workers resisted and were knocked down by the American soldiers.
Fang Lang found Malik who was leaning on the jeep and smoking a cigar. He casually hung the package in Malik's hand and said:
"Have all my things been moved?"
Malik looked at the package Fang Lang stuffed in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said:
"Don't worry, I'll do the work! The things have just been moved, and the remaining people are of no use anymore."
Glancing at the workers who were being driven away, Fang Lang also took out a cigar, sniffed it under his nose, and said casually:
"The person I want is still there!"
Malik knew that Fang Lang was talking about promising to provide Fang Lang with the workers he needed to reinstall the equipment and complete production.
"Don't worry! The people you want are not ordinary workers. Those people are engineers, and they are currently being held in cells at the station! After we finish dealing with this place, we will arrange for someone to escort them to you."
In fact, Fang Lang is not worried about this problem. Even without these people, he can still spend money in European and American countries to hire talents who can restart the production line.
He just didn't want to go to such trouble, and he didn't want too many people to know that he took away this production line.
While Fang Lang trimmed the cigar neatly with a cigar cutter, he raised his chin at the driven workers and said:
"What to do with these people! Do you need my help?"
Colonel Malik smiled and shook his head to express his refusal, then asked curiously:
"Oh! How do you want to deal with it?"
Seeing Colonel Malik's curious eyes, Fang Lang didn't take it seriously and said:
"Isn't this simple? If you're not afraid of noise, just bring in a few M2 heavy machine guns, and it'll be over with a burst of noise. If you don't want to make gunfire, just put some napalm inside, lock the door and detonate it, and it'll be quiet soon."
Unexpectedly, Colonel Malik said with a look of disgust:
"Fang, you are so cruel. We are a civilized army, how can we treat civilians like this!"
Fang Lang didn't expect that he would be disliked, and he didn't take it seriously. He picked up the lit cigar, took a long puff, and then gently exhaled the smoke and said:
"Oh! Are you planning to keep them? Aren't you afraid that they will reveal the news here?"
Colonel Malik looked at the casual Fang Lang, and it was obvious that the two of them were in a tacit understanding.
He looked at the underground factory door that had been closed by American soldiers and smiled before saying:
"Okay, there's going to be a landslide here. Let's stay away."
After speaking, he patted Fang Lang on the shoulder and motioned for him to get in the car with him.
Fang Lang naturally didn't care. He smiled with an expression of admiration and gave Colonel Malik a thumbs up.
The two of them got to know each other and didn't say anything more.
The jeep drove forward about two hundred meters and stopped.
Hearing a muffled bang from behind, Fang Lang felt like the sound he made when he lit firecrackers and threw them into a mouse hole when he was a child, except that the sound was countless times louder.
Fang Lang could clearly see that the entire ground seemed to be thrown up and then pulled down by the earth's gravity, followed by dust flying all over the sky.
He gave Malik a thumbs up again and said:
"Brother, how much explosives did you put in? It's almost going to cause an earthquake."
Malik smiled mysteriously;
"I didn't bring any explosives. We are here to carry out occupation missions, not to cause destruction."
Judging from this, it's better to use the Japanese's own explosives.
Fang Lang stopped paying attention here and said directly:
"My people discovered a winery with a lot of good wine. Would you like to go and have a look together?"
Malik looked at Fang Lang with disgust and said:
"I said Fang, how good can Japanese sake be? It's not strong enough at all. If you want to drink, just drink whiskey. Where can I get it? When I finish taking care of this place, we can go to my office to have some drinks and celebrate by the way."
"Isn't it finished here? What else should be done?"
"Haha... you don't understand this! The factory collapsed, but the traces are too new. We need to use napalm and bake it to make it look like it was bombed by planes, do you understand? "
"You still have napalm. Aren't these dropped by airplanes?"
"Just modify it with a mortar and it'll be fine!"
Fang Lang could not have imagined that there would be such an unexpected gain. When I came to Japan, Hou Lang always had a target that he wanted to attack, but he never thought of a suitable way.
Unexpectedly, I encountered napalm bombs that can be fired with mortars in Malik today. What else is there to say? I must find a way to get a batch of them.
"Dude, what's the caliber of napalm for this mortar of yours? Can you get me some?"
"How many 81mm caliber mortar shells do you want?"
Malik didn't care. Obviously, given Fang Lang's relationship with him, providing some mortars was not a problem at all.
"Let's do four or five hundred shots!"
The number reported by Fang Lang shocked Malik.
"Why do you want so much?"
Fang Lang did not answer this question directly but said:
"I want fifty 81mm mortars and five hundred rounds of napalm. Can you help me get them?"
Seeing Fang Lang not answering his question, Malik understood that these things must not be used for public purposes. After thinking for a while, Malik said directly:
"I have captured Japanese Type 97 mortars. Fifty of them are no problem. The caliber is 81mm. The ammunition is the same as the American type."
Fang Lang didn't wait for Malik to continue speaking, and said directly:
"I want five thousand dollars. However, this matter needs to be kept secret."
Colonel Malik was obviously hesitant, and after a while he finally said bravely:
"Fang, you won't ask him to kill MacArthur, right?"
Hearing Malik's words, Fang Lang almost choked to death on a puff of cigarette.
Just when Fang Lang was about to say something, the American soldiers not far away began to pour artillery shells on the factory ruins where the dust had not yet settled.
"Dong dong dong..." I kept thinking of the overwhelming sound of mortar launches, but the sound of bomb explosions was very dull.
But the burning effect of napalm was visible to the naked eye, and almost instantly the entire ground began to burst into flames.
The tyranny of napalm bombs is unreasonable. No matter the ground is soil, trees, or steel, as long as the napalm bomb sticks to the place, it can burn regardless of whether there is any combustible material.
It is said that he can generate a high temperature of 1,000 degrees and stick to objects to burn for a long time. It turned out that Fang Lang didn't quite understand why this weapon was banned later, but now that he saw the scene in front of him, Fang Lang finally understood.
Finally, the sound of mortars stopped. Fang Lang looked at the purgatory-like scene in front of him. Instead of feeling scared, his eyes gleamed and he confirmed that this was what he wanted.
Turning to look at Malik, she was about to answer his question.
As a result, Malik spoke first:
"Okay, Fang, I don't care where you use it! You don't need to answer my questions, and don't give me money. I will arrange for two trucks to deliver the things you want to your military camp later.
I just lost the shell, I don't know anything else, and I don't want to know. "
Fang Lang looked at Malik with a playful expression. What does this mean? Do you want me to kill MacArthur or not?
However, since Malik said that he didn't want to know anything and took the initiative to cut off the relationship, it couldn't be better for Fang Lang.
Fang Lang smiled and nodded to Malik:
"Okay! Then I won't be polite. Now that things here are done, should we go to the winery that my people discovered?"
When Malik saw that Fang Lang wanted to invite him to the winery again, he refused without thinking;
"What's so interesting about a Japanese winery? Let's go to my office for a drink."
Fang Lang smiled and shook his head:
"I don't want to drink, I want to get rich. Wine can be sold for money. Don't you know that the older the wine is, the more valuable it is?"
Malik looked at Fang Lang speechlessly and said:
"Brother, you are too hungry. How much can you buy for Japanese sake? I'm not interested! If I go to the winery with you, I might as well go back and stay with the girl the Japanese gave me!"
"I said, man, don't regret if you don't go!"
"I understand. Didn't these damn Japanese dwarfs arrange a girl for you? They made you so bored and went to see some ghost winery at night."
When Fang Lang heard Malik's words, he could only shake his head helplessly. Originally, he wanted to make a little fortune with Malik. However, since others have repeatedly refused, there is no need to force it.
As for the Japanese girl Malik mentioned, this is indeed a comfort policy of the Japanese government, and ordinary soldiers have comfort stations. Officers can't line up with soldiers!
Therefore, the Japanese began to take the initiative to arrange two to three Japanese women to take care of daily life for every American school-level officer.
As for Fang Lang, I don't know if it's because the Japanese look down on the identity of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, or if it's because of his Chinese identity.
Anyway, when assigning girls, Fang Lang was left out.
Fang Lang didn't mind either. After all, he couldn't let others know what he was doing. If the woman sent here was a Japanese spy, it would be a big trouble.
"I still prefer to find Japanese girls by myself. Since your brother doesn't like this little money, then I will send you two cars over tomorrow morning, and you can decide on your own!"
After saying that, he jumped off Malik's jeep.
He got into his car and said to the driver:
"Go to Hakutsuru Brewery."
