After Blackwell's explanation, Fang Lang finally understood what the Brazilian Intelligence Agency was like. If he followed what Blackwell said, he might not be able to find out anything if he wanted to investigate the situation in Natal through him.

I couldn't help but sighed:

"I was originally looking for your help in providing some information about Natal. Now that you've said that, I'm embarrassed to ask for your help."

"Oh! I'll find some information about Natal for you. We may not be able to find any information about foreign countries, but we still have some information about the country.

Besides, you are a senior military officer, and it is my job to provide you with intelligence. Tell me what intelligence you want, and I will help you collect it."

Since Blackwell said he could provide domestic intelligence, Fang Lang certainly wouldn't be polite and spoke directly:

"That's great. I'm now the head of the Military Control Commission of Rio Grande do Norte State. However, I'm not familiar with this place at all. Can you help me find out what information you have about this place? Can you give me a copy of it?"

Blackwell did not hesitate and said:

"Small problem, I'll deliver it to you personally tomorrow."

...

...

"Aren't you going to set up some kind of counterintelligence department? Can you get away?"

“…”

Hearing no sound from the other side, Fang Lang knew what Blackwell meant and laughed out loud!

"Blackwell, if you want to come visit me, I'm certainly welcome to do so, but if you leave your job, I'm afraid your superiors will give me trouble!"

"Fang, you're so boring. I'll come find you next time! I'll have someone send the information to you tomorrow."

Then he hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone coming from the microphone, Fang Lang shook his head and smiled.

He picked up the cigar in the ashtray, took a puff, and continued to think about what Dursley had said about the Yakub family. Perhaps everyone would hear how much money a family could make by controlling a salt company.

However, the salt company's salt supply accounts for more than 80% of the entire Brazilian market, so you can imagine how much profit this company can make.

Just when Fang Lang was thinking about whether he should talk to the Yakub family with courtesy before force, Duarte and several local warriors knocked on the open office door.

Fang Lang looked up, nodded, and said directly without standing up:

"Come in!"

"Boss, we have some clues about what you asked them to investigate. I'll bring them over to talk to you!"

"Oh! Tell me about it."

Duarte pointed at one of the five warriors, a young man who was obviously of Indian descent, and said:

"Boss, this warrior is called Aegon Netrei, and he is a native of Natal."

After the introduction, he said to the warrior:

"Nate Rei, tell your commander what you just said to me."

The soldier was a little nervous. He stood at attention and saluted and said:

"Sir, today I left the barracks and went straight home to ask my family about the Natal Police Department. Most people are very disgusted with the Natal police.

Because they are in cahoots with the local Roy Gang. Anyone doing business locally needs to pay protection money to the Roy Gang, otherwise they will be beaten, smashed and robbed, and the police never care.

It turned out that there was another gang called the Mad Dog Gang, which often clashed with the Roy Gang, so armed fights often broke out and deaths were a common occurrence. Usually, when someone died, the gang would just send someone to give money to the police officers handling the case.

The Mad Dog Gang still existed before I joined the army, but this time I heard from them that it had been wiped out by the Roy Gang."

"Oh! Has this Roy Gang existed for a long time?"

"This gang has been around since I can remember."

Fang Lang nodded, looked at the soldier and said:

"Anything else?"

The soldier shook his head nervously and said:

"I asked a lot of people, and most of them said that the police and the Roy gang were in cahoots. There was no other special information."

Obviously, this soldier only came into contact with grassroots ordinary people, and the problems he saw were all obvious ones.

However, these obvious things can also reflect many problems.

Fang Lang nodded, looked at the other soldiers and said:

"Any other news? Let's go through them one by one. There's no need to repeat what we've said before. You can tell us what's going on."

Fang Lang gestured to a white soldier standing next to Natrey.

The soldier stood at attention and saluted:

"Yes, sir. My name is Thorsten Coyle. Today I went to a cafe across from the police station and heard people in the cafe discussing the direct dismissal of Chief Samir Angle.

I learned from them that Chief Angell didn't seem to have any real power, and no one was in awe of him. It seemed that everyone thought it made no difference whether he was in the police station or not.

But I haven’t heard the specific reason.”

Fang Lang nodded and said:

"Anything else?"

Seeing the soldier shaking his head, he looked at the other soldiers. The soldier next to him saw Fang Lang's gaze and said quickly:

"Sir, I pretended to accidentally overhear two policemen discussing the dismissal of Chief Angell at a newsstand.

They said they finally understood why Deputy Chief Bill Yakubu, who had been deputy chief for more than a decade, was unwilling to become chief. It seemed that all the police officers obeyed the orders of this deputy chief.

Hearing the soldier's words, Fang Lang's eyes flashed, and he nodded:

"What's your name? Did you hear anything else?"

When the soldier heard Fang Lang actually asked for his name, he was delighted and saluted quickly:

"Sir, my name is Amy Weaver. I wanted to listen more, but these two people just had a cup of coffee at the newsstand and left, so I didn't dare to follow them."

Fang Lang nodded and said:

"Well, that's right. You were right not to follow. Any news on the others?"

The soldier next to the soldier said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Sir, the situations I investigated are similar to theirs."

Fang Lang smiled and said:

"It's okay! Just remember to tell me if there's anything different."

The soldier at the back hesitated for a moment before speaking:

“Sir, I learned that there is another deputy chief of the police station named Youssoufa Bull. He is an alcoholic and opened a police club not far from the police station.

He basically doesn't go to work at the police station, he always drinks in the club, and the police officers basically go to his place for a drink after get off work. It seems that he has a good relationship with the police officers. "

"Oh! Any other news about this Deputy Chief Bull?"

Fang Lang showed a slightly thoughtful expression when he heard the soldier's words.

Seeing the soldier shaking his head, Fang Lang smiled and said:

"Okay, everyone has worked hard! Go back and rest! Duarte, you stay for a while!"

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers all stood at attention, saluted, and then marched away.

Fang Lang pointed to the sofa in front of the desk, motioned for Duarte to sit down, and took out a cigar and handed it to him, saying:

"I will arrange two groups of people to follow up and investigate the two deputy directors tomorrow. I want to know all their family and social relationships. In addition, our Mayor Dursley will also arrange a group of people to investigate."

Duarte quickly stood at attention and saluted:

"Yes, boss."

"Don't worry, we are not in a hurry. I'm quite busy these days, so you should pay more attention to the Marine Corps' affairs.

For the soldiers who do not have any missions, we need to let them familiarize themselves with the situation at the base. Training cannot be stopped either, as we will soon expand into a regimental-level organization.

You should study hard. I want you to be the head of the regiment. I will help you solve the rank problem. You should work harder.

I don't care what other troops do on a regular basis. My troops must train at least five days a week and organize confrontation training. When I finish the work at hand, I will personally take charge of it. Do you understand?"

Fang Lang's words made Duarte overjoyed. He didn't expect that after following Fang Lang for such a short time, he would soon become the team leader.

He quickly stood up and saluted:

"Thank you, Boss. I will definitely live up to your expectations and obey you in your name."

Fang Lang smiled and nodded, signaling Duarte to leave.

Fang Lang still trusted Duarte, otherwise he would not have kept him by his side all the time.

But trust is trust. When the Marine Corps is really expanded into a regiment, Fang Lang will definitely continue to put some of his own people into the regiment.

For this expansion, Fang Lang intended to select some Chinese from among the workers recruited domestically to directly join his own Marine Corps.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Fang Lang arranged for someone to send his father to see Mayor Dursley.

Qi Qingshan was arranged to supervise the base's logistics personnel and begin to check the base material list provided by Major Mike.

At this time, on the slipway of Universal Shipyard in New York, engineers from Universal Shipyards in the United States, Britain, Germany and Italy were filling the dry dock with water.

At this time, a small cargo ship slowly floated up on the slipway. It was the experimental ship of the first container cargo ship built according to Fang Lang's design drawings.

"Mr. Wan, please rest assured that during the construction of the ship, we have repeatedly confirmed that the structural strength of the ship absolutely meets the requirements.

The problem now is how to load and unload such a huge container, and it is impossible to do this by manpower alone."

Ship engineers are only responsible for the construction of ships, so they don’t know about other parts, so they raised their questions to Wan Chongxin.

Wan Chongxin smiled and said:

"Don't worry! This whole set of systematic projects are carried out simultaneously. After your outfitting is completed, we can drive the ship into our own dock to test whether the port machinery equipment is qualified.

We have already manufactured more than ten sets of trailer chassis for hauling these containers. Once your ship is confirmed to be delivered, we will start testing the entire system engineering.”

After hearing Wan Chongxin's answer, the engineers breathed a sigh of relief. After all, they also had a detailed understanding of this container system.

We don’t want this invention that could change the world’s shipping industry to get stuck on loading and unloading equipment.