Section 142 zuihou's trump card

Falsifying weapons import certificates and end-user declarations, forming an empty shell shipping company to charter cargo ships to transport munitions, and in the end everything points to Weiss, a former army corporal who served in South Korea? Lando.

In the ATF file, Lando is not a big fish, he can only be regarded as a trash fish in the industry who are trying to make a vote for it. It wasn't the ATF's turn to deal with him specifically. Moreover, Landau was not at home at the time, nor in a country where American law enforcement agencies were free to act - he was serving as his eight-hour soldier on the soil of the former Yugoslavia - and went to work on time, and he had to pay overtime for overtime. Although his main client was the Kosovo Liberation Army, he did not get along with the fanatical Arab volunteers, so he went back to the service of the Serbs.

He served the Serbs so well that Serbian arms companies opened their doors for him. The arsenals of the former Yugoslavia became his gold mines.

Although he was never arrested by the judicial authorities of the United States and its allies, Sarina kept in mind the smiling face on the file photo.

"Weiss? Mr. Lando. "Considering that this was a secret interrogation, Xu Tianqi was not transferred from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to participate as usual. The translator was Chen Sigen, who was part of the Special Investigation Command and used to train trainees for the Political Security Bureau.

"We know exactly what you've done in Bosnia and West Africa over the past decade. Now, please tell us what you want to do when you come to Lingao disguised as a Jesuit.

Weiss put his hand on his lap from the top of the armrest, though he felt chills on a sweltering summer night. Finally, the Chinese showed great mercy and did not handcuff his hands and feet to the torture chair. This was partly due to the fact that two burly, heavily armed agents were standing behind him, and the other half was due to the fact that he did not have any weapons. The sword and reed rifle that he had brought with him to Lingao, in keeping with his status as a 17th-century European soldier, had been confiscated by customs. As for the Scorpion submachine gun and pistol, as well as the few remaining ammunition, Weiss packed them properly before setting off and buried them under a stone cave in Phoenix Mountain. The Portuguese poet Camões once recited the immortal "Song of the Luzytanians" in that cave. Now he felt that he had done the right thing, that a submachine gun would not save his life at Lingao, but that he might be able to lift Lady Luck's skirt a little more, thanks to the heroic spirit of the great Camões.

"Before answering these questions," Weiss's voice was low, but slow and clear. He had not spoken English for almost three years since he arrived in 17th-century Asia, and now he felt like he was in a school reading class, reading awkwardly in front of his teacher, ready to correct his pronunciation: "Do I have the privilege of knowing who you are sitting across from me?" ”

"You can think of us as talking to you on behalf of the federal government." Sarina replied. Standard New York accent, just as cold and stiff as her expression.

Weiss tilted his head back in his chair and smiled strangely: "Federal government? Maybe I should believe your nonsense, great citizens of the Commonwealth of Australia. You better go back quickly, the Dutch in Java are about to visit your Australian homeland. What should I call you? Ms. Cook? I forgot it's the seventeenth century, so I'd better call you Ms. Tasman. ”

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, the faster he spoke, and his fluent English was interspersed with many Italian and Portuguese words. Chen Sigen's translation is increasingly unable to keep up with his pace.

"Ma'am, if you could represent the U.S. government, there should be an aircraft carrier moored in this harbor -- at least an amphibious landing ship, not a Polish freighter that should have been sent to the shipbreaking yard or a sailing ship. Every town on this island should raise the flag of the United States, and there should be sixty, nay, at least a hundred stars on it. ”

Weiss took a breath and continued: "Chinese, you are the same. If there is support from Beijing, you would already be driving tanks to rule the whole Shijie. You will not be confined to a small county town and let your army defend against the attacks of the seventeenth-century government forces with nineteenth-century breech guns. So you guys and I are the same thing, and you all ran to this damn shijie to do it alone. The difference is that you have more people, and I only have one light rod. I guess I'm not wrong, right? ”

Sarina was unmoved, looking at him coldly. The Chinese are also not going to answer his question.

"You're not a bare-bones, we know you have accomplices." A kind-looking Chinese sitting behind a table spoke. He wears a gray military uniform with a blue collar badge. But there were no rank markings, and there were no armed belts and pistols. Above the empty lapels is a round head. At first glance, it's the panache of a big man.

"Of course, I do have a few accomplices. But they're probably shark feces now. Do you care about them? ”

"Mr. Lando, please calm down. Your view of the Chinese and the Chinese government is too superficial. weishenme don't talk about yourself? Have you had a good time these three years? ”

You old slippery head. Weiss thought, this is for me to start from the beginning. It is not possible not to confess. He closed his eyes and began with the strange storm that the Mackerel encountered in the South China Sea. He went straight down in one breath, and only one Chinese brought him a glass of water for him to take a few sips. It wasn't until Zuihou said that he was hired by Li Siya to come to Lingao through his Jesuit connections, but he omitted the part where he accompanied Captain Aragonés to attack Lingao. The Chinese sitting behind the long table had been busy recording, but as soon as the name Li Siya appeared, it sparked a head-to-ear discussion.

"You said you were employed by Li Siya, do you know her?" It's the country that's asking.

"This woman is very famous in Macau. She came to me through the Society of Jesus, hired me for six hundred Spanish pesos to inquire about your military information, and then sold it to the Dutch East India Company for ten times the price. Weiss shrugged his shoulders, "She really thinks I don't know anything." ”

"What the hell does Li Siya do? Is it Liu Xiang, Zheng Zhilong, or the Spaniards' subordinates? "Someone cares a lot about this.

"No, she's a broker, and she'll do it herself when the oil and water are big. Two years ago, she had brought together the Spaniards and the Chinese pirate Liu to attack you, and the result was a heavy loss. So whether the Dutch offer a high price or not, she's always had a strong interest in you. ”

"Do you recognize Li Huamei?"

"I don't know."

"She is the captain of the Hangzhou. From time to time, the ship would anchor in Macau. ”

"Oh, you're talking about the female captain who often makes guest appearances as pirates."

"She is indeed a captain."

"I know this man, but I don't. She is not often seen in Macau. ”

"What does she have to do with Li Siya?"

"I don't know." Lando shook her head, "Li Siya is a woman who takes care to maintain her mystery. She rarely even appears on the streets of Macau. ”

"Tell us about your friends on the ship," the fat man in the blue-gray military uniform interrupted Li Siya's words: "How many of them are there, where are they?" ”

"I think I've just said that," Weiss felt impatient, fatigue, nervousness, restlessness, and the indifference that had to be pretended on the surface were tormenting his nerves.

"The two Filipino crew members disappeared after the storm, and I speculate that they were swept from the deck to the bottom of the sea by the wind and waves. And the first mate, Paul, the hapless German, broke his head on the bridge and went to God. Zuihou is a friend who boarded the same dinghy as me—"

"Who is this man?"

"A Japanese man who calls himself Hale -- maybe an American. Who knows that he speaks English anyway and has a Japanese face. He was a temporary helper for Paul, and he seems to be someone who has done this business. ”

"Who is this?"

Someone handed him a photograph. This is a photograph of the corpse of a naked man with cross-shaped sutures on his chest.

"This is Paul." Lando muttered, "Poor German." ”

"You said the guy who got on the dinghy with you, is this guy still alive, where is he now?"

Weiss muttered, "No, don't ask me where he is. I haven't seen him since our lifeboat was overturned by the waves and the local natives fished me up. If you want to inquire about his whereabouts, you should ask the respected Poseidon. ”

"You don't seem to care much about your friends."

"I'm sure you care more about him than I do." Weiss grinned, and the conversation was more interesting than the previous one: "I care more about myself, so I came to the door." I think the news I brought and my ship should be more than six hundred silver pesos. ”

It is worth six rounds of Type 30 revolver. Wumu thought so. He felt that it would be more appropriate to have the dangerous person directly executed. But he said in a milder tone: "Mr. Weiss, the pistols you carry between your costume and cigarettes are obviously not as sensational as gas bombs that can make the headlines. As for the meagre amount of bullets, it wasn't enough for us to shoot for an hour. I am afraid that these rifles and machine guns may not be enough to supply a small guerrilla force. But any government can confiscate your ship and cargo on this basis. So your boat is a thing of the past. ”

Those present looked at him with a malicious gaze. Lando knew it was time to play his trump card. Otherwise, soon the trump card will become worthless.

But once you fight out, you can only completely obey fate or the zuihou arrangement of this group of Chinese.