The two Japanese pilots lowered their heads even lower, their legs were trembling, and their bodies could no longer support them and they were about to fall down.
The Japanese pilot, who had his eyes closed, trembled all over when the gunshot sounded, and then he turned his body slightly, perhaps to confirm whether he was shot.
It was not until he heard the sound of something heavy falling next to him that he was sure that he was not shot, and he closed his eyes even tighter.
Looking at the Japanese pilots in front of him, Fang Lang suddenly felt a little bored. The two of them were a little tougher just now, so Fang Lang shot and killed them without hesitation.
If these three men could be a little tougher, Fang Lang would definitely shoot them without hesitation to vent his emotions.
But now seeing their performance, it seems like I am bullying them. It makes me feel a little bored.
At this moment, the gunshots on the bow deck also attracted the attention of the guests on the ship. Qiu Ze and Qiu Yuyi walked over quickly with anxious looks on their faces, accompanied by the boatswain of the House.
He kept shouting:
"Commander Fang, spare his life. Spare his life!"
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There were two armed soldiers following behind him, who were obviously ordered to monitor them.
Seeing the navy soldiers who were surrounding the remaining three Japanese soldiers blocking their way, Fang Lang looked at the two with a cold expression and a little doubt:
"What's up, you two? Do you have any objection to killing a few Japanese?"
Looking at Fang Lang's cold face, Qiu Ze waved his hands and said:
"Commander Fang, that's not what I meant. I wonder if we can review it first. After the review, you can do whatever you want with it."
Fang Lang originally wanted to interrogate these Japanese and torture them at the same time, but the sudden anger that had just arisen directly destroyed his desire to torture them.
I just wanted to kill them and calm myself down.
However, after killing an officer who was clamoring about the Geneva Convention and a diehard, the nameless anger in my heart has gradually subsided.
I feel that killing prisoners is really boring, it would be better to fight them with real swords and guns on the battlefield.
Only by killing in this way can I relieve the hatred in my heart, but unfortunately there is no chance now. I can't rush to the land with a boat full of people and kill them without caring about anything.
This is not killing the enemy at all, but committing suicide, because they have no way to break through the shore defense firepower.
I want to interrogate them, but I don't have anything to ask. Since the two military commanders want it, just give it to them!
Fang Lang raised his hand to signal the soldiers to make way, and said to the two:
"There are three more. I'll send you off now. You can handle it on your own after the interrogation! You can contact your people and they will come to pick you up tomorrow morning. We are also going back to Okinawa."
Hearing Fang Lang's words, Zhong Ze said with surprise:
"Really? Thank you so much. We will definitely report this to our superiors to thank the Allies for their selfless help."
"Don't just say thank you if you really want to thank me. After you finish your work here, come find me in the evening. I have a business to discuss with you."
Looking at the only two National Army personnel he had contact with, Fang Lang thought of the plan he was about to implement. Who could be more suitable to be a human trafficker than the Military Control Commission personnel?
No, they are not human traffickers, they are labor agents.
His eyes lit up and he spoke directly.
When Zhong Ze heard Fang Lang ask him to go find him at night, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt nervous. However, he could only bite the bullet and agree.
Fang Lang didn't care about their reactions and just turned and left.
After Fang Lang left, Zhong Ze and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They felt that something was wrong with their compatriot's emotions just now, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.
What the two of them didn't know was that the crew of the House, who had been on guard in the surroundings, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Fang Lang's performance today really made everyone shudder. The look on his face, as if he was killing someone like a chicken, left an indelible impression on everyone.
The crew of the House were all soldiers and had experienced naval battles.
However, this was also the first time that he saw Fang Lang casually shoot two enemies in the head at close range, face to face.
When the skull was opened and red and white substances flowed out, several naval soldiers almost vomited.
The aura emanating from Fang Lang at that time not only made the Japanese prisoners uneasy, but also the soldiers who were experiencing such a scene for the first time had their legs trembling.
He tried to remain calm, fearing that Fang Lang would shoot him to death.
The aftermath of this incident was that all the crew members of the House began to feel a little afraid of Fang Lang when they saw him later.
Later, this incident was known to the entire First Fleet and even the entire Brazilian Navy. Fang Lang, the officer who seemed very easy to talk to, was actually a butcher who killed people as casually as killing chickens.
Although some people felt that Fang Lang was massacring the prisoners, no one dared to make any comments in public.
Although Fang Lang's reputation was not enough to stop a child from crying at night, it made the entire Brazilian Navy begin to be in awe of him.
The interrogation of the three Japanese by Zhong Ze and his companion became extremely smooth. The guys who had kept their eyes closed seemed to say nothing.
In addition, the two of them answered whatever was asked like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.
There was even a rush to answer questions, which made Zhong Ze and the other man very uncomfortable. When did the Japanese become so honest?
The Japanese pilot, who had kept his eyes closed, saw that the two men had told him everything, and seemed to be worried that if he didn't say anything, he would be taken to shoot.
Gradually, I joined in. Maybe this is what people often call the herd mentality!
Of course, Fang Lang no longer cares about what happens here.
Now his mind returned to the US bombing, even though he could not see the effects of the bombing.
However, after seeing the first wave of aircraft turning around, the second wave of aircraft soon arrived.
Fang Lang knew that the Japanese cargo ships and warships in Shanghai were beyond saving. Perhaps after this wave of bombing, it would take an unknown amount of time before the ports in Shanghai could be put back into use.
After all, with so many cargo ships sunk in the port, it is unknown how long it will take to clean them up.
Fang Lang suddenly felt bored, shook his head, left the matter to the deputy captain Reina, and went back to the captain's room to rest.
After dinner, Zhong Ze and Qiu Yuyi came to Fang Lang's captain's room accompanied by adjutant Qi Qingshan.
Looking at the two people standing in front of him with some uneasiness, Fang Lang did not hesitate and said directly:
"I know you are from the Military Control Commission and have great power in the government. I have a business matter that I would like to discuss with you or your superiors."
When Zhong Ze heard this, he immediately said in a flattering tone:
"Sir, please tell us what you want us to do. We will do whatever you need us to do. If we can't do it, we will report to our superiors and will definitely help you do it."
Fang Lang smiled, picked up the cigar on the ashtray, took a long puff, exhaled the smoke and said:
"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's actually very simple for you Military Control Commission. I have some industries in Brazil and I want to recruit some Chinese workers to work there.
I have already contacted the American Hongmen, and as soon as the war is over, they will start helping me recruit people.
I need a lot of manpower. Tens of thousands are not too few, and hundreds of thousands are not too many.
Since we know each other, I will give you this kind of wealth. "
This time Zhong Ze did not speak, but Qiu Yuyi, who had been very quiet, spoke after his identity was revealed.
"Sir, I seem to have heard my brothers in the sect mention this matter. It turns out that this is your business! You are really generous."
As he said this he gave a thumbs up.
Fang Lang could not believe that Qiu Yuyi was actually a member of the Hongmen. He could not help but smile and said:
"I didn't expect that Brother Qiu is actually a member of the Hongmen. Has this project started to work? I wonder what the effect is."
Hearing Fang Lang actually call him Brother Qiu, Qiu Yuyi was so happy that he almost lost his mind.
He waved his hand quickly and said:
"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, Chief Fang is too kind. Now this matter has spread throughout the Hongmen, and all the halls are ready to take action.
After all, introducing a worker costs five dollars, which is a huge sum of money. I guess it will be very costly by then."
I didn't expect that the quote from the American Hongmen to the domestic market was only five dollars. The commission charged by this intermediary is really damn high.
But Fang Lang didn't mind, he smiled and said:
"This is a private affair after all, and you two are both government officials. Talking about money is inappropriate. My suggestion is to exchange it for penicillin."
When the two heard Fang Lang's words, their eyes suddenly lit up. Penicillin is a good thing!
Because of the Japanese blockade, the price of penicillin in China was sky-high. It was worth two hundred dollars a bottle in the United States, but the price in China at least tripled.
The reason why Fang Lang proposed to exchange penicillin was because he was unwilling to pay the money so that the National Government could use it to buy arms and weapons to fight the civil war.
As for the penicillin, even if it was resold by government officials, it would definitely be used in the country, and the people who were treated would definitely be Chinese.
In this way, at least a lot of deaths can be avoided and more seeds can be left for the nation.
This is also Fang Lang’s original intention to establish the penicillin factory. The factory’s output in the next four to five years will be sent domestically.
Even if the war is over, we are prepared to transport these life-saving drugs in a steady stream through the Hong Kong River.
At this time, Zhong Ze spoke.
"Do you take what Commander Fang said seriously? I wonder how much you want each bottle of penicillin to cost."
Fang Lang smiled and said:
"We are all compatriots, don't worry! I will give you a bottle of penicillin at the factory price of $200. That is, for every 40 workers you introduce to me, I will give you a bottle of penicillin."
At first glance, forty people to exchange for a bottle of penicillin seems to be too much. However, if the government were to purchase at this price, it would not be able to buy it at all.
Fang Lang was even a little worried that the government would capture entire villages just for this drug.
They could really do such a thing, but even if they did, Fang Lang wouldn't mind.
After all, human life in the country during this period was less valuable than a dog's. Although they had to leave their homes, at least it was a way to survive.
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