"Bullshit, it would be a miracle if the Japanese behaved themselves. I'll pretend to casually mention to them that your cargo transport vehicle is a submarine, an attack submarine."
Those who don't want to die will definitely behave themselves.
Leaf gave a thumbs up and said:
"It has to be you again. I was all set to go all out, stage a double-cross, and then sell the same item twice."
"Then my undercover mission is ruined, but it's not bad, I can go back."
Ye Zi paused for a moment. He was indeed prepared to make a big move, but he wouldn't kill all the Japanese gangsters. He would at least leave a few leaders behind, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the middle-aged man.
But for middle-aged agents who have been working undercover for a long time, an inexplicable situation is not necessarily a bad thing, because they also have a country and home they care about.
He sighed silently, then asked:
Is there anything I can help you with at home?
"No, our treatment isn't as bad as yours, but it's not much different either. The higher-ups will help us solve the problem."
Ye Zi nodded, then took out some Chinese specialty foods and drinks from her spatial storage. Although she didn't know where the middle-aged man and his men were from, things from China were always a comfort.
Time passed in casual conversation. Ye Zi still needed to stay here for half a day before leaving at noon. He would take a speedboat to the designated area where a submarine would come to pick him up.
Just as dawn was breaking, an air raid siren sounded in the distance, heading straight towards the high seas.
Several Japanese naval self-defense force ships approached.
Ye Zi and the middle-aged man exchanged a glance, and Ye Zi cursed silently in her heart.
If the Japanese devils could behave, that would be a miracle.
Neither of them panicked. Ye Zi's fake identity was from the White Eagle side, and she was an active-duty soldier. However, this military identity couldn't withstand scrutiny; a little investigation would expose her true identity.
However, the reason why the Japanese dared not investigate Ye Zi's identity further was that they were at the gates of hell.
As for the middle-aged man, needless to say, although his identity was fake, it was real to the Japanese, and he was a genuine Japanese soldier.
Several fully armed Self-Defense Force members boarded the yacht, and then, speaking in Japanese, the middle-aged man took out his identification, pointed at Ye Zi, and rattled off a string of words.
Ye Zi casually tossed out her fake passport and ID, and sure enough, the Japanese soldier came up and bowed, saying a few words in English.
Ye Zi was too lazy to even get up, her face was indifferent, and she didn't even reply.
She had made the right bet on her life; the Japanese Self-Defense Force officer merely glanced at Ye Zi's identification before respectfully placing it on the table in front of her.
At this point, the Self-Defense Force soldiers had also completed their search and shook their heads.
After seeing the Self-Defense Forces off, the middle-aged man explained:
"The Japanese Self-Defense Forces said there was a large-scale drug and arms deal in the vicinity, so they came to search."
I suspect it was someone from the gang who reported it.
Ye Zi was even more puzzled, because the middle-aged man had already said that Ye Zi was using an attack submarine to deliver the goods, so what use were the few dilapidated ships from the Maritime Self-Defense Force?
Even if we find that fictitious submarine, what good will it do? We'll still get beaten up, won't we?
Ye Zi quickly understood that it was useful, because the system told her that there were submarines lurking underwater.
Pretending to listen intently, Ye Zi smiled and said:
"So that's why the Japanese only had a few dilapidated ships. Turns out their main force was submarines."
"What do you mean?" the middle-aged man asked immediately.
Ye Zi pointed to the water, the meaning of which was self-evident, and then asked, puzzled:
"Even if the Japanese submarine finds my submarine and sinks it, what's the use? The gold will just go back into the gangsters' hands."
"No, but we can stay in Japanese territory," the middle-aged man said without hesitation.
"But what good does this do for the gang?"
"There's no benefit to it, but it's good for hard currency like gold to stay in the country."
Ye Zi complained:
"Those gangsters are actually quite patriotic."
"Being involved in organized crime and being patriotic are not mutually exclusive. At least one-fifth of these gang members are retired members of the Self-Defense Forces."
In the event of war, they would be the first to be drafted into an army, and gangs would also receive related invasion missions.
"Like the Black Dragon Society during the War of Resistance against Japan?"
The middle-aged man nodded and said:
"That's right. When reinforcements are needed, they are the nearest troops. If not, they will become the underground rulers of the occupied territories."
"Militaryism has never disappeared; it has only hidden itself."
The middle-aged man nodded, and Ye Zi continued:
"I'd better go back and get more drugs, and use them to poison them."
The middle-aged man shrugged noncommittally.
The plan to return home was changed due to the appearance of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces. Ye Zi sent a message to Sister Meng, and then went ashore with the middle-aged man, went to the airport, bought a plane ticket with a fake identity, and returned to China smoothly.
The middle-aged man who saw Ye Zi off didn't sit idle either; he immediately called the five people from before to come out for a meeting.
After meeting, the middle-aged man angrily recounted how he and Ye Zi had been searched by the Self-Defense Forces and asked who had leaked the information.
Of course, no one admits to this.
The middle-aged man said helplessly:
"It will be difficult to cooperate with suppliers in the future; your confidentiality is really poor."
"I'm more curious why the supplier only wants gold and Chinese antiques."
"I understand if they don't want our currency, but why not even US dollars? That's the world's universal currency." A gang leader questioned.
The middle-aged man took out his prepared speech and said:
"The supplier said that the US recently raised interest rates, which means the dollar will depreciate, while gold will never."
As for why I want Chinese antiques and cultural relics, I do know the answer.
Because he needs to launder money; the money from drug and arms trafficking cannot be used openly.
But the money from selling Chinese antiques and artifacts is possible, and if these items are sold to Chinese people, someone will definitely offer a high price.
Several people nodded, then one of them tentatively asked:
"Are antiques from other countries not acceptable? Why do they have to be Chinese antiques?"
"Of course, it's just that antiques from other countries aren't as valuable as those from China."
The supplier has a large business, traveling all over the world, and he'll take any antique he can get. Unfortunately, he doesn't have many antiques from other countries.
Like an antique bald eagle, about two hundred years old, antiques are like Indian chamber pots—those kinds of things aren't worth much to me.
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the five gang leaders burst into laughter.
The bald eagles stationed troops in Japan, and the soldiers acted lawlessly, causing dissatisfaction not only among the Japanese people but also among the gangsters themselves, but this was not something they could control.
While we can't change the situation, it's okay to privately mock the bald eagle.
The middle-aged man knew the Japanese devils' nature; he believed his own nation was a great nation, and he would be happy as long as he could belittle other nations.
"What is the supplier's attitude towards future cooperation?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said:
"It's difficult unless you're willing to raise the price."
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