Fang Lang didn't care about the farce staged by the Japanese in Brazil. He even felt a little gloating and wanted to add fuel to the fire.
When Fang Lang finished his work at the base, it was already dark. Fang Lang took the agreed 125,000 US dollars and went to the US military base to look for Colonel Malik, but he couldn't find him.
Later, we learned through the car radio that Colonel Malik was in the underground arsenal preparing to finish.
Fang Lang didn't hesitate and drove directly to visit.
When Fang Lang arrived, he saw American soldiers driving a group of Japanese workers into an underground factory. From time to time, the Japanese workers resisted and were knocked down by the American soldiers.
Fang Lang found Malik leaning against the jeep smoking a cigar, and casually hung the package in his hand on Malik's hand and said:
"Have you finished moving all my stuff?"
Malik looked at the package Fang Lang stuffed in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said:
"Don't worry about me doing the job! We just moved all the stuff, and the remaining people are of no use anymore."
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After taking a look 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 here!"
Malik knew that Fang Lang was talking about promising to provide Fang Lang with the workers needed to reinstall the equipment and complete production.
"Don't worry! The people you want are not these ordinary workers. They are engineers. They are now locked up in the prison cells of the garrison! After we deal with this, we will arrange for someone to escort them to you."
In fact, Fang Lang was not worried about this problem. Even without these people, he could still pay to hire talents in Europe and the United States who could restart the production line.
He just didn't want to cause so much trouble, nor did he want too many people to know that he was the one who took away the production line.
Fang Lang trimmed the cigar neatly with a cigar cutter and raised his chin towards the worker who was being driven away.
"What should we do with these people? Do you need my help?"
Colonel Malik smiled and shook his head to refuse, then asked curiously:
"Oh! What do you want to do with it?"
Seeing Colonel Malik's curious look, Fang Lang didn't care and said:
"Isn't this easy? If you're not afraid of the noise, just bring in a few M2 heavy machine guns and it will be solved in a burst of fire. If you don't want any gunfire, put some napalm bombs inside, lock the door and detonate them, and it will be quiet soon."
Unexpectedly, Colonel Malik said with a look of disdain:
"Fang, you are too cruel. We are a civilized army. How can you treat civilians like this?"
Fang Lang didn't expect that he would be disliked, so he didn't care. He picked up the lit cigar, took a long puff, and exhaled the smoke before saying:
"Oh! Are you planning to keep them here? Aren't you afraid that they will leak the news here?"
Colonel Malik looked at the casual Fang Lang, and it was obvious that they both understood each other tacitly.
He looked at the underground factory gate that had been closed by American soldiers, smiled, and then said:
"Okay, there's going to be a landslide here, let's get away from it."
After saying that, 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 understood each other and said no more.
The jeep drove forward about two hundred meters and then stopped.
There was a muffled bang behind him, and Fang Lang felt that it was similar to 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 flying dust all over the sky.
He gave Malik a thumbs up again and said:
"Man, how much explosives did you put in there? It's almost causing an earthquake."
Malik smiled mysteriously;
"I don't carry any explosives. We are here to carry out the occupation mission, not to cause destruction."
It seems that the Japanese used their own explosives.
Fang Lang no longer paid attention to this and said directly:
"My people found a winery with a lot of good wine. Do you want to go and take a look?"
Malik looked at Fang Lang with disdain and said:
"I say, how good can Japanese sake be? It's not strong enough. If you want to drink, drink whiskey. I don't have any. When I finish this, let's go to my office and have a drink and celebrate."
"Hasn't this been dealt with yet? What else do we need to do?"
"Haha... you don't understand this! The factory collapsed, but the traces are too recent. We need to use napalm and bake it to make it look like it was bombed by an airplane, do you understand?"
"You still have napalm bombs. Isn't that something dropped from airplanes?"
"Just modify the mortar and it will be fine!"
Fang Lang had never expected such an unexpected gain. After arriving in Japan, Fang Lang had always had a target in mind, but he had never thought of a suitable method.
I didn't expect to encounter napalm bombs that can be fired from mortars here in Malik today. What else can I say? I must find a way to get a batch of them.
"Hey man, what's the caliber of the napalm bomb for your mortar? Can you give me some?"
"How many 81MM mortar shells do you want?"
Malik didn't care at all. Obviously, given the relationship between him and Fang Lang, providing some mortar shells was not a big deal at all.
"Four or five hundred rounds, please!"
The number Fang Lang reported scared Malik.
"Why do you need so much?"
Fang Lang did not answer this question directly but said:
"I need fifty 81mm mortars and five hundred rounds of napalm. Can you help me get them?"
Seeing that Fang Lang did not answer his question, Malik realized that this batch of things must not be used in public. After thinking about it, Malik said directly:
"I have some confiscated Japanese Type 97 mortars. Fifty of them are no problem. The caliber is 81MM, and the ammunition is the same as that of the American ones."
Fang Lang didn't wait for Malik to continue speaking and spoke directly:
"I'll take the five thousand dollars. But this matter needs to be kept secret."
Colonel Malik was obviously a little hesitant. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Fang, you're not going to use him to kill MacArthur, are you?"
Hearing Malik's words, Fang Lang almost choked to death on the smoke.
Just when Fang Lang was about to say something, American soldiers not far away had already begun to pour artillery shells at the factory ruins where the dust had not yet settled.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The sound of mortar firing continued to ring out, but the sound of bomb explosions was very dull.
However, the burning effect of napalm bombs was visible to the naked eye. Almost in an instant, the entire ground began to burn.
The power of napalm is unreasonable. No matter if the ground is soil, trees, or steel, as long as the napalm bomb sticks to the place, it will burn regardless of whether there are flammable materials or not.
It is said that it can generate a temperature of 1000 degrees and stick to objects and burn for a long time. Originally, Fang Lang did not quite understand why this weapon was later banned, but now seeing the scene in front of him, Fang Lang finally understood.
Finally, the sound of mortars stopped. Fang Lang looked at the hellish scene in front of him. Instead of feeling scared, his eyes lit up. He confirmed with his eyes that this was what he wanted.
He turned to look at Malik and was about to answer his question.
Finally, Malik spoke first:
"Okay, Fang, I don't care where you use it! You don't have to answer my questions, and you don't have to give me money. I will arrange two trucks to deliver the things you want to your military camp.
I just lost the shells, I don't know anything else and I don't want to know."
Fang Lang looked at Malik with a playful look on his face. What does this mean? Do you want me to kill MacArthur or not?
However, since Malik said he didn't want to know anything and took the initiative to distance himself from the matter, it was the best thing for Fang Lang.
Fang Lang smiled and nodded to Malik:
"Okay! Then I won't be polite. Now that we've finished the things here, should we go check out the winery that my people found?"
Seeing that Fang Lang was about to invite him to the winery again, Malik refused without a second thought.
"What's so interesting about a Japanese winery? Let's go to my office and have 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. The older the wine, the more valuable it is. Don't you know that?"
Malik looked at Fang Lang speechlessly and said:
"Brother, you are too hungry to choose what to eat. How much can Japanese sake be bought for? I am not interested! Instead of going to the winery with you, I might as well go back and spend time with the girl the Japanese gave me!"
"Hey man, don't regret it if you don't go!"
"I see. Is it because these damn Japanese dwarfs didn't find you a girl? You're so bored that you have to go to see some weird winery at night."
Fang Lang heard Malik's words and could only shake his head helplessly. He originally wanted to make some money with Malik, but since he had been refused again and again, there was no need to force it.
As for the Japanese girls that Malik mentioned, it was indeed a comfort policy of the Japanese government, and ordinary soldiers had comfort stations. The officers couldn't queue up with the soldiers!
Therefore, the Japanese began to take the initiative to arrange two or three Japanese women to take care of daily life for each American colonel-level officer.
As for Fang Lang, I don’t know whether it is because the Japanese look down on the Brazilian Expeditionary Force or because of his Chinese identity.
Anyway, when the girls were assigned, Fang Lang was left out.
Fang Lang didn't mind. After all, some of the things he was doing could not be known to others. If the woman sent over turned out to be a Japanese spy, it would be a big trouble.
"I prefer to find Japanese girls myself. Since you don't care about this little money, I'll send two cars to you tomorrow morning, and you can do whatever you want!"
After saying that, he jumped off Malik's jeep.
He got into his car and said to the driver:
"Let's go to Hakutsuru Brewery."
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