Fang Lang casually closed Aditya Kuhn's file and stared at the young officer opposite him seriously.
"If you were responsible for investigating a smuggling network in Brazil, how long would it take for you to give a complete report?"
Aditya Kuhn did not expect that Fang Lang would ask such a question. It was absolutely impossible to say that he had no knowledge of the smuggling situation in Brazil. After all, his father died because of this.
However, the entire Brazilian smuggling network is too vast and is not completely controlled by any one organization. Some are even ordinary fishermen who occasionally work part-time. This investigation is too difficult, and he is not very sure that he can investigate it clearly.
But this is an opportunity for him, and he doesn't want to give it up. It's not that this is an opportunity to make meritorious deeds, but that if he investigates the smuggling network, he will have the opportunity to use the power of the Second Logistics Division to legitimately investigate the truth about his father's death and find out The murderer of his father, if possible, he wanted to avenge his father with his own hands.
Therefore, after much hesitation, he still spoke with a slight hesitation:
"Boss, the whole of Brazil is too big. If we want to investigate everything, it will take at least half a year."
Fang Lang shook his head decisively and interrupted unceremoniously:
"I only give you one month. I don't care what means you use. After one month, I want to see a complete report. If you can satisfy me, after one month, you will be a new department. principal."
In the army, Fang Lang always sticks to his word. Orders are orders and there is no room for bargaining. It is of course very difficult to investigate the smuggling network throughout Brazil, but he will not relax the task time just because of the difficulty. He does not have that much time. It can be wasted.
Aditya Kun also understands Fang Lang's style. As a soldier, he knows very well that after the commander's order is issued, he has no room to retreat. Of course, he also knows that although this task is difficult, if he can complete it successfully, It will also be a rare opportunity for him.
Without any time to think, he stood up from the table and chair with a roar, stood at attention, saluted and loudly received the order:
"Yes, boss!"
Fang Lang nodded and signaled that the other party could leave. Aditya Kun did not hesitate. He turned right, took two steps, then turned right again, walked out in a standard military posture, and gently took him with him. door.
After he left the door, he let out a long sigh of relief. Although he had not acted nervous just now, deep down he was panicking. His entire back was wet with sweat. He looked around, Finding General Fang's adjutant, Chief Qi Qingshan, looking at him outside the door, he quickly adjusted his clothes, raised his hand and saluted him with a military salute, and then strode out again.
Seeing the other party's appearance, Qi Qingshan's serious face showed a smile. Although he didn't know what tasks this strong-looking mixed-race second lieutenant was assigned by his boss, but being summoned by the boss as a second lieutenant meant that he It is very likely that he will become famous.
After the other party walked far away and could no longer see his back, Qi Qingshan slowly stood up, went to the office behind him, opened the door, and faced a man inside who was wearing a suit that didn't fit well and a top hat with many scattered spots on the edge of the top hat. The tall and thin black guy with curly hair hanging out from the brim of his hat said:
"Mr. Girard, please follow me."
Girard, a black boy who has been waiting in the office for a long time, has been restless and alone in this office. Since he was caught by the navy last time when he followed the boss Vox to deliver goods, he has started his prison career. He thought his life was over, but two days ago he was taken to a room alone by two officers for re-interrogation. After the interrogation was completed, he was actually taken to a hotel.
After resting in the hotel for two days, he was told early this morning that a big shot wanted to see him. He was then given a clean and tidy suit and asked to tidy up. Then he was brought to the office of this naval base. .
This kind of experience was truly a dream for him. When he was sitting in the car passing by the naval base, he saw the murderous training scenes in the base, as well as the rows of ordnance warehouses, and the mighty and domineering warships on the seaside. These made him feel It was both novel and shocking, and I felt nervous unconsciously. I didn’t even know where to put my hands.
After he was brought to this office building, he was locked in this small office. No one came to talk to him for a long time, which made him even more nervous and did not know what fate he would face.
It wasn't until a Chinese officer opened the door and asked him to follow him that he gritted his teeth and followed him obediently, preparing to accept the judgment of fate.
The two of them stopped at the door of an office within a few steps. The Chinese officer knocked on the door and said something inside. After hearing the reply, he led him into the office.
This is a very large office, with an equally young Chinese officer sitting behind a huge desk. The moment Gilad saw the officer, his eyes froze.
It wasn't that he knew the other party, but he saw the other party's military rank, such a young major general. Already nervous, he felt that his legs were weak at the moment, and his hands and feet were a little hard to control.
He was in the arms business with his boss, so of course he knew the military ranks. He also knew the importance of the rank of major general in the Brazilian army.
The more he knew this, the more nervous he became. His whole brain felt a little lack of oxygen, like a fish out of water. His body instinctively opened its mouth wide and began to breathe fresh air to supply oxygen to the brain. This made him The sound of his breathing was particularly heavy and harsh in the quiet office. The other two people in the office turned their attention to him.
"Are you Gilad?"
Fang Lang, who was behind the desk, looked at the black man who was so nervous that he was almost suffocating with some amusement, and said slowly.
Hearing Fang Lang's question, Gilad finally managed to calm down his emotions. After taking a deep breath, he squeezed out a slightly flattering smile on his face, bowed deeply to Fang Lang and said:
"Yes, Your Excellency General! I am Witte Girard, and it is an honor to meet you."
At this time, the weather in Natal was still very hot. Gilad didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or because he was wearing a suit. His forehead was already covered with sweat, but he did not dare to reach out to wipe it. Fang Lang saw this He said to Qi Qingshan beside him:
"Go and get our Mr. Girard a towel to wipe the sweat off his head."
Before Qi Qingshan could answer, Gilad quickly grabbed a handful of his face with his hands, wiped off the sweat on his face, rubbed his hands on his trouser legs and said:
"No, no, General, no need to trouble this officer, I'm not hot."
Qi Qingshan ignored the other party, but opened the door and went out. He quickly brought a towel over, handed it to the other party, and said in a stern tone:
"The boss told you to wipe your sweat with a towel, so you have to wipe your sweat with a towel, do you understand?"
This time, Gilad became even more nervous, shivering unconsciously, and quickly bowed to the two of them:
"I'm sorry, General. I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand the rules. I will wipe my sweat with a towel from now on."
When Fang Lang saw this, he smiled and waved his hands and said:
"Okay, don't be nervous. I came here to ask you a few questions."
Gilad quickly took the towel from Qi Qingshan's hand, took off the top hat on his head, and wiped two handfuls on his face. As his top hat was taken off, an explosive head like instant noodles stood up instantly, making it easy to see. Lang was stunned. After noticing Fang Lang's eyes, Gilad became even more nervous. He quickly tried to put on his hat and push his hair down. He seemed a little confused for a while.
This provoked Qi Qingshan, who was standing beside him, to cover his face repeatedly, wishing he could kick him to the ground.
"Okay, don't worry about your hair. I heard that you have been in the arms business with your boss for a long time?"
When Gilad, who was already very nervous, heard this question, a hint of paleness could be seen on his dark face, and he waved his hands repeatedly:
"Your Majesty General, I have misunderstood you! Don't listen to other people's nonsense. I am just an errand boy. I am not in the arms business!"
Looking at the other party's expression, Fang Lang didn't understand that the other party had misunderstood him, and he laughed dumbly and said:
"Okay, don't be nervous. The matter with your boss is over. I am not interested in his matters, and I am not going to pursue your involvement in the arms trade now. I came to you today to ask you, are you in your gang? After staying here for so long, you should have a good understanding of the arms buying and selling process!"
Gilad saw Fang Lang's expression and understood that he might have misunderstood something. The other party's attitude was obviously very good, and he didn't seem to want to hold him accountable. Then he thought that the other party would arrange for someone to take him out of prison. He rested in the hotel for two days and prepared decent clothes for himself. He didn't look like he wanted to hold himself accountable.
My mood gradually calmed down, I picked up the handkerchief, wiped the sweat on my head, and tentatively said:
"Aren't you going to shoot me?"
After hearing this, Fang Lang and Qi Qingshan looked at each other, burst out laughing, stopped for a long time, got up from behind the desk, came to Gilad's side, patted the other party's shoulder and said:
"I don't know you. If I want to shoot you, why would I ask you to come over and see me?
Come sit down and talk! "
After saying that, he walked straight to the sofa in the guest lounge area and sat down.
Fang Lang's change in attitude made Gilad unable to react for a while. Qi Qingshan on the side couldn't stand it and pushed him dissatisfied, causing him to stagger and almost fall. He turned around and saw Qi Qingshan's eyes, Only then did I understand what it meant.
He quickly nodded and bowed, and said to Fang Lang with a flattering look:
"Thank you General, thank you General for not killing me!"
After saying that, he ran to the sofa next to Fang Lang and sat down. He saw the cigar on the coffee table and reached out to pick it up and put it in Fang Lang's hand. He wanted to give Fang Lang a cigarette, looking like a bitch.
Qi Qingshan, who was watching on the sidelines, was stunned.
Fang Lang did not reach out to take the cigar he handed over, but continued to look at the other person up and down with interest. It has to be said that this young black man is quite capable of beating snakes with a stick. It made him wonder whether the nervous expression on this guy's face was real or fake.
If it was really a pretense, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to let him be in charge of this business.
"Don't thank me too early. I just said that I won't pursue your involvement in arms trafficking now. I didn't say that I won't pursue you in the future."
As soon as these words came out, Gilad's face fell instantly. For a moment, he didn't know where to put the hand holding the cigar, and he couldn't sit or stand.
Fang Lang said with a pun:
"I don't like people touching my things without my permission, do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Gilad's dark face instantly lost color again, and his whole lips began to turn white. He quickly put the cigar in his hand back to its original position with a trembling trembling, and his whole body slipped directly from the sofa and knelt on the ground. .
"I'm sorry, General. I don't dare to do it anymore."
Seeing the other party's appearance, Fang Lang did not smile this time. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa with a calm expression and said:
"Don't make your own decisions next time. Whatever I ask you, you will answer it. Do you understand?"
Hearing this, Gilad swallowed hard, nodded as if pecking at rice and said:
"Yes, General, I will never dare to do that again."
Then he raised his head and glanced at the expression on Fang Lang's face, and found that the other party did not speak, but just looked at him quietly. He understood that the other party was waiting for him to answer his question, and he quickly said bravely:
"Your Excellency, General, I have been with Boss Vox for several years. Although I was arrested after only participating in one arms transaction, I am very familiar with the entire arms transaction process and the persons in charge of each link."
Seeing that the other party was finally able to answer his question normally, Fang Lang glanced at the other party expressionlessly, without any intention of letting the other party stand up, and continued to ask unhurriedly:
"Since you are familiar with the transaction process and the person in charge of each link, are you confident that you can rebuild a complete sales network?"
Gilad's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked up at Fang Lang with surprise and said:
"General, are you also interested in selling arms? Don't worry, no problem. As long as you can provide me with sources of goods, I will definitely be able to help you sell all the goods."
At this time, all that flashed through Gilad's mind was the huge ordnance warehouses he saw when he entered the base this morning. If the general in front of him was willing to sell some of the goods in them to him, He is sure to become the largest arms dealer in Brazil.
Thinking about the majestic appearance of his boss Vox in the past, he was so excited that he started to tremble all over.
Seeing his appearance, Fang Lang couldn't help but frown, wondering whether the guy in front of him was really suitable for his plan.
The change in Fang Lang's expression naturally caught Gilad's eyes, and his heart suddenly sank. He had guessed wrong, and he was overthinking. The body kneeling on the ground quickly bent over and lowered his head like pounding garlic and said:
"I'm sorry, General, I said the wrong thing, I'm sorry!"
"I want to sell arms, but not as you imagine. I am a Brazilian soldier and it is impossible for you to buy or sell arms in Brazil.
But if you can buy the weapons to my designated customers, I don't mind letting you make a little fortune. "
After thinking for a while, Fang Lang decided to give this guy a chance. Being a black man did have his own advantages in doing this, and he didn't have the right people who had been engaged in this business.
As for whether the other party knowing his identity would have any adverse impact on him, Fang Lang was not worried. After all, he was not planning to sell arms in the country, nor was he planning to directly sell the active equipment of the Brazilian army.
Besides, we already have an arms manufacturing company, so isn’t it natural for us to sell our own arms?
(End of chapter)
