Fang Lang casually closed the file of Aditya Kuhn in his hand and stared at the young officer opposite him seriously.
"If you were responsible for investigating the smuggling network in Brazil, how long would it take you to produce a complete report?"
Aditya Kuhn didn't expect Fang Lang to ask such a question. It was absolutely impossible for him to say that he had no idea about the smuggling situation in Brazil. After all, his father died because of it.
However, the entire Brazilian smuggling network is too huge to be completely controlled by any one organization. Some of the smuggling networks are even just ordinary fishermen working part-time. The investigation is too difficult and he is not very confident that he can get to the bottom of it.
However, this was an opportunity for him and he did not want to give it up. It was not that this was an opportunity to make a contribution, but that if he investigated the smuggling network, he would have the opportunity to use the power of the Second Section of the Logistics Department to legitimately investigate the truth of his father's death and find the murderer who killed his father. If possible, he wanted to avenge his father with his own hands.
So, after hesitating for a long time, he still spoke with a little hesitation:
"Boss, Brazil is so huge that it will take at least half a year to investigate it all."
Fang Lang shook his head decisively and interrupted unceremoniously:
"I will 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, you will be the head of a new department in one month."
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In the army, Fang Lang's words are always his bond. Orders are orders and there is no room for bargaining. It is certainly very difficult to investigate the smuggling network throughout Brazil, but he will not relax the mission time because of the difficulty. He does not have that much time to waste.
Aditya Kuhn also understood Fang Lang's style. As a soldier, he knew very well that once the superior's order was given, he would have no room for retreat. Of course, he also knew that although this task was difficult, if he could complete it successfully, it would be a rare opportunity for him.
Without having time to think about it, he jumped up from the table and chair, stood at attention, saluted, and loudly received the order:
"Yes, boss!"
Fang Lang nodded, indicating that the other party could leave. Aditya Kuhn did not hesitate, turned right, took two steps, and turned right again. He walked out in standard military posture and closed the door gently.
After he walked out of the room, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Although he had not acted nervous just now, he was very panicked deep down. His entire back was wet with sweat. He looked around and found that General Fang's adjutant Qi Qingshan was looking at him outside the door. He quickly straightened his clothes, raised his hand to salute the other party, and then strode out again.
Seeing the other person's look, a smile appeared on Qi Qingshan's serious face. Although he didn't know what task the boss had assigned to this very strong-looking mixed-race second lieutenant, being summoned by the boss as a second lieutenant meant that he was likely to be promoted to a high position.
After the other person walked away and his back could no longer be seen, Qi Qingshan slowly stood up, walked to the office behind him, opened the door, and said to a tall, thin black guy who was wearing a suit that didn't fit him well and a top hat with a lot of messy curly hair sticking out of the edge of the hat:
"Mr. Girard, please follow me."
Girard, a black young man who had been waiting in the office for a long time, had been staying in the office alone, feeling restless. Ever since he was caught by the navy when he followed his boss Vox to deliver goods last time, he began his prison life. 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, he was actually taken to a hotel.
After resting in the hotel for two days, he was told early this morning that an important person wanted to see him. He was then given a clean and tidy suit and asked to get himself dressed. Then he was taken to the office of the naval base.
Such an experience was truly a dream for him. When he was sitting in the car passing by the naval base, he saw the deafening training scenes in the base, the rows of arsenals, and the majestic warships on the seashore. These made him feel both novel and shocked. He became unconsciously nervous and didn't even know where to put his 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. He didn't know what fate he would face.
It was not until a Chinese officer pushed open the door and asked him to follow that he gritted his teeth and followed the other party obediently, ready to accept the judgment of fate.
The two men walked a few steps before stopping at the door of an office. The Chinese officer knocked on the door and said something to the inside. After hearing the reply from inside, he took him into the office.
This was a very large office. Behind a huge desk sat an equally young Chinese military officer. The moment Girard saw the officer, his eyes fixed.
It wasn't that he knew the other person, but he saw the other person's rank, such a young major general. He was already nervous and felt his legs go weak, and his hands and feet were a little bit out of control.
He followed his boss in the arms business, so of course he was familiar with military ranks. He was also well aware of the weight of the rank of major general in the Brazilian army.
The more he knew this, the more nervous he became. His entire brain felt a little short of oxygen, like a fish out of water. His body instinctively opened its mouth and began to breathe in fresh air to supply oxygen to his brain. This made his breathing sound particularly heavy and extremely harsh in the quiet office. The other two people in the office cast their eyes on him.
"Are you Girard?"
Fang Lang, who was standing behind the desk, looked at the black guy who was almost suffocating with some amusement, and spoke slowly.
Hearing Fang Lang's question, Girard managed to calm himself down with great difficulty. After taking a deep breath, he forced a slightly flattering smile on his face, bowed deeply to Fang Lang and said:
"Yes, General! I am Witt Girard, and it is my honor to meet you."
At this time, the weather in Natal was still very hot. Girard didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or because he was wearing a suit, but his forehead was already sweating profusely. However, he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it. Fang Lang saw this and said to Qi Qingshan beside him:
"Go get our Mr. Girard a towel to wipe the sweat off his head."
Before Qi Qingshan could answer, Girard quickly grabbed his face with his hands, wiped off the sweat on his face, and rubbed his hands on his trouser legs and said:
"No, no, General, don't bother this sir, I'm not hot."
Qi Qingshan ignored the other party, but pushed the door open, quickly took out a towel, handed it to the other party, and said sternly:
"If the boss tells you to wipe your sweat with a towel, you have to wipe your sweat with a towel, understand?"
Girard was even more nervous now. He shivered unconsciously and bowed to the two of them.
"I'm sorry, General. I'm sorry, sir. I don't know the rules. I will use a towel to wipe my sweat from now on."
Seeing this, Fang Lang smiled and waved his hand:
"Okay, don't be nervous. I asked you to come here because I have a few questions to ask you."
Girard quickly took the towel from Qi Qingshan's hand, took off his hat, and wiped his face twice. As he took off his hat, his ramen-like afro instantly stood up, which surprised Fang Lang. After noticing Fang Lang's eyes, Girard became even more nervous, and hurriedly wanted to put on his hat again to hold his hair down, and he seemed a little flustered for a while.
This made Qi Qingshan, who was standing by, cover his face repeatedly, wishing he could kick the other person to the ground.
"Okay, forget about your hair. I heard that you have been doing arms business with your boss for a long time?"
Girard, who was already very nervous, turned pale when he heard this question. He waved his hands and said:
"General, this is a misunderstanding! Please don't listen to what others say. I am just a runner. I don't do arms business!"
As soon as Fang Lang saw the other party's expression, he knew that the other party had misunderstood him, and he laughed dumbly:
"Okay, don't be nervous. Your boss's incident is over. I have no interest in his affairs, and I don't intend to pursue your involvement in the arms trade now. I came here today to ask you, you have been in your gang for so long, you should be very familiar with the process of arms trading!"
Girard saw Fang Lang's expression and realized that he might have misunderstood something. The other party's attitude was obviously very good, and it didn't look like he was going to hold him responsible. Then he remembered that the other party had arranged for someone to take him out of prison, let him rest in a hotel for two days, and also prepared decent clothes for him. It didn't look like he was going to hold him responsible.
His mood slowly calmed down. He picked up a handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his head, and cautiously asked:
"You're not going to shoot me?"
After hearing this, Fang Lang exchanged glances with Qi Qingshan and burst into laughter. It took a long while before he stopped. He stood up from behind his desk, walked to Girard's side, patted him on the shoulder and said,
"I don't know you. If I were going to shoot you, why would I ask you to come and see me?
Come and sit down and talk!"
After saying that, he walked straight to the sofa in the guest lounge and sat down.
Fang Lang's change of attitude made Girard unable to react for a while. Qi Qingshan, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and pushed him in dissatisfaction, causing him to stagger and almost fall. When he turned around and saw Qi Qingshan's eyes, he understood what he meant.
He nodded and bowed quickly, and said to Fang Lang in a flattering manner:
"Thank you, General. Thank you for not killing me!"
After saying that, he ran happily to the sofa next to Fang Lang and sat down. When he saw the cigar on the coffee table, he reached out to pick it up and put it to Fang Lang, wanting to offer him a cigarette, looking like a lackey.
Qi Qingshan, who was standing by, was stunned.
Fang Lang did not reach out to take the cigar he handed over, but continued to look him up and down with interest. It must be said that this black guy was quite good at taking advantage of the situation. He even doubted whether the guy's previous nervous expression was real or fake.
If he is really pretending, then it would not be a bad idea to let him be in charge of this business.
"Don't thank me too soon. I just said that I won't pursue your involvement in arms trafficking now, but I didn't say that I won't pursue it in the future."
As soon as these words were spoken, Girard's face instantly fell. 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 double meaning:
"I don't like people touching my things without my permission, you know?"
Upon hearing this, Girard's face instantly lost color again, his lips began to turn white, and he quickly put the cigar in his hand back to its original position with a trembling hand. He then slid off the sofa and knelt on the ground.
"I'm sorry, General. I won't dare to do that again."
Seeing the other person's look, Fang Lang did not smile this time. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa and said calmly:
"Next time, don't act on your own. Just answer whatever I ask you. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Girard swallowed hard, nodded like pecking at rice, and said:
"Yes, General, I will never dare to do it again."
Then he looked up at the expression on Fang Lang's face and found that he didn't say anything. He just looked at him quietly. He knew that he was waiting for him to answer his question, so he quickly said:
"General, I have been with Boss Vox for several years. Although I was arrested after only participating in one arms deal, I am very familiar with the entire arms deal process and the people in charge of each link."
Seeing that the other party was finally able to answer his question normally, Fang Lang looked at him expressionlessly, without any intention of asking him to stand up, and continued to ask slowly:
"Since you are familiar with the transaction process and the people in charge of each link, are you confident in rebuilding a complete sales network?"
Girard's eyes lit up when he heard this. 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 the source of goods, I will definitely help you sell all the goods."
At this moment, all that flashed through Girard's mind were the huge arsenals he saw when he entered the base this morning. If the general in front of him was willing to sell him some of the goods in there, he would be confident that he could become the largest arms dealer in Brazil.
Thinking about how his boss Vox used to be so majestic, he was so excited that he began to tremble all over.
Seeing his look, Fang Lang couldn't help but frown, wondering whether this guy in front of him was really suitable for his plan.
Fang Lang's expression naturally caught Girard's attention, and his heart suddenly sank. He guessed wrong, and he thought too much. He knelt on the ground and quickly bent down and said:
"I'm sorry, General. I said the wrong thing. I'm sorry!"
“I want to sell arms, but not in the way you imagine. I am a Brazilian soldier and I cannot allow you to buy or sell arms in Brazil.
But if you can sell the weapons to the customer I designate, I don't mind letting you make a little fortune."
After thinking for a while, Fang Lang decided to give this guy a chance. His black identity did give him advantages when doing this, and he didn't have any suitable people who had experience 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 did he plan to directly sell the Brazilian military's active equipment.
Besides, since the company already has its own arms production company, isn’t it natural for it to sell arms itself?
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