"Morimura-kun, your guest is here." While Yoshikawa was embracing the two geisha, the female owner of the Spring Tide Building, Fujiwara Haruko, took small steps to Yoshikawa's private room, followed by an American second lieutenant.

"Why are you still working Fujiwara boss, you can go on a trip in person, it's so polite." Yoshikawa hurriedly stood up, didn't bother to greet Ensign Hector behind him, and thanked Fujiwara Boko first.

It's been more than 5 months since he came to Oahu, and Yoshikawa is no longer the novice he was when he first arrived. Yoshikawa knew that the tavern owner in front of him, who was nearly 50 years old, was no ordinary small businessman. As far as he knows, his Ehime native is quite energetic in Honolulu, not only has contacts with many local bigwigs, but also has a wide influence among the Japanese community. Every spring, Fujiwara is one of the main initiators of the gathering of local Japanese celebrities.

Today, how could Yoshikawa not be flattered to see that Fujiwara Habuko actually took the place of the waiter and personally took the job of bringing customers. On more than one occasion, he had seen the other party talk happily with some of the big names like old friends, including his current boss, Consul General Kita.

The reason why Fujiwara Habuko deigned to come to serve Yoshikawa in person was of course not because Yoshikawa and he were fellow countrymen, nor because Yoshikawa was the number one "high roller" in the store recently. As a shrewd businessman who moves between black and white, Fujiwara has long seen that Yoshikawa is not your average playboy. The girls in the store had repeatedly mentioned some of Yoshikawa's "quirks" to her.

Fujiwara Hamako judged that Yoshikawa must have a special mission, because there was nothing special to be nostalgic for on Oahu except for a military base. It's just that Fujiwara hasn't been delving into this matter all along. She's just a businessman, she only cares that Yoshikawa is rich, and she never owes a debt.

But today, things are a little different. A U.S. Army officer actually took the initiative to run to the store to find Yoshikawa, which made Fujiwara Habuko feel a little uneasy. Because of the Pacific Fleet's relationship, Pearl Harbor's counter-espionage work has always been very strict, and the FBI has also set up a special counter-espionage intelligence team here. Fujiwara feared that Yoshikawa's contact with U.S. military officers in her shop might well involve her in some unnecessary trouble.

Fujiwara's fears are not unreasonable. In fact, on the first day he arrived on Oahu, Takeo Yoshikawa was targeted by the FBI. Before Hoover stepped down, a detailed investigation of the staff of the Japanese consulate in Hawaii was a must-do for the FBI's counterintelligence department. Naturally, Takeo Yoshikawa was on their list of key concerns, and his phone calls are still being monitored by the FBI.

It's just that because Yoshikawa's apparent resume is no problem (he did honestly go to the University of Tokyo for a year), and he is very well disguised on weekdays, coupled with the disability of his left hand (which is a taboo for spies, because it is easy to be remembered with obvious features in his physical appearance), the FBI intelligence officers subconsciously thought that he could not be a spy, so he has not been exposed.

From a certain point of view, John also indirectly helped Yoshikawa a lot in this life. Since the ouster of Hoover, the big boss who has always been a big boss, although the work of the FBI is still running as usual, the shackles on intelligence agents have been somewhat relaxed, especially in places like Hawaii, where the emperor is far away. For example, the intelligence agent in charge of spying on Yoshikawa drastically reduced the frequency of his surveillance after he got tired of listening to the live broadcast of pornographic audio (most of Yoshikawa's phone calls were flirting with geisha).

“MR Sam-son！” Ensign Hector, who was following Fujiwara Hachiko, naturally didn't know that this generous new friend in front of him was a cunning Japanese spy, and while trying to spell Morimura's name in Roman pronunciation, he waved a stack of tickets in his hand and said, "This is the ticket for this afternoon's air show, a total of three." ”

"Ensign Hector is indeed a believer. Yo, it's still a ticket for the VIP area, thank you so much. Yoshikawa didn't mind if the American mispronounced his name. The reason why he used the pseudonym Morimura Masato at the beginning was because this name was not easy to pronounce and difficult to remember for Europeans and Americans, and it was quite hidden.

"I, Hetek, always do what I say!" Hector was praised by Yoshikawa like this, and immediately became proud.

"Apricot, Reina, let's go, let's watch the air show." With that, Yoshikawa dragged the two geisha beside him and got up to leave, "Boss Fujiwara, we say goodbye." ”

"Thank you for your patronage, Morimura-kun." Seeing Yoshikawa take the initiative to leave, Fujiwara Hamiko was naturally very satisfied. She didn't want to be implicated by Yoshikawa, but she didn't want to offend Yoshikawa either. Since Yoshikawa was so knowledgeable, she reciprocated the favor and took the opportunity to buy a good one from Yoshikawa: "By the way, Mr. Saionji has returned from San Francisco." I came to the store last night. ”

"That's great." Yoshikawa was overjoyed. "The next time you see him, please be sure to tell me, I will definitely take the time to visit."

During this time, Yoshikawa was not so much worried about how to obtain military information about Pearl Harbor, but because he could not find past local meteorological information. If you want to attack Pearl Harbor from the air, the right weather conditions will naturally be the key factor in success or failure. However, in order to keep military secrets, neither Japan nor the United States publicly publishes in newspapers the weather forecasts and weather maps of the day where the naval bases are located.

For this reason, Yoshikawa went to the University of Hawaii, libraries, and other places to check materials, trying to find meteorological information about Hawaii, but did not achieve satisfactory results. There he found only some information about the amount of rainfall needed for agriculture, such as the irrigation of sugar cane plantations, but he had no intention of cultivating the land.

Last month, Yoshikawa stumbled upon the news that there was an old man of Japanese descent in Honolulu named Mitsunobu Saionji, an amateur astronomer who had photographed and studied meteors for more than 30 years. Yoshikawa inquired for a long time under the banner of being a fellow astronomy enthusiast, and only then did he learn from a waitress in the Chunchao Building that Saionji was seriously ill and had gone to San Francisco for treatment two months earlier.

Disappointed, Yoshikawa even moved back to Liangshang Gentleman and went to Xiyuan Temple's house to steal information. As a result, before he could explore the terrain, he heard Fujiwara Boko say that Saionji had returned, and Yoshikawa could not be happy.

However, in front of Ensign Hectot, Yoshikawa couldn't say much, so as not to show his feet. After thanking Boss Fujiwara, Yoshikawa dragged Ensign Hetek downstairs.

"MR Sam-son, what are you doing in such a hurry, it's still early." As soon as he went out, Ensign Hector, who had wanted to take the opportunity to have a good meal, complained to Yoshikawa.

"That's right, Morimura-kun, we haven't changed our clothes yet." Apricot also said coquettishly.

"Then let's go." Yoshikawa thought for a moment, and the kimonos on the apricots were indeed quite eye-catching. Thanks to the fact that they have already followed the local customs, they have not painted their faces white, and they are wearing Western-style underwear, stockings and high heels, so it is not difficult to change clothes. "Ensign Hecht, let's go and wait for them in the car. I'll invite you to the club in the evening! ”

Ensign Hector immediately smiled and took the initiative to open the door for Yoshikawa. There is a big "gold owner" to pay for tonight, and he can have a good time again.

After a while, Yoshikawa and his entourage arrived at Wheeler Airport. With Ensign Hector by his side, Yoshikawa did not honestly sit in the audience seat on the lawn on the side of the runway. Instead, he sat in Ensign Hecht's jeep and walked around the airport. Although the hangar, oil depot, ammunition depot, and maintenance workshop could not be entered, Yoshikawa still memorized all the locations with his "camera-like" memory, and even the length of several main runways.

This trick is also Yoshikawa's brilliance as a spy. Wherever he went, he didn't bring a camera, he just looked with his own eyes and remembered with his brain. It's not as convenient as a camera, but it's safe.

Suddenly, Yoshikawa saw two planes on the runway on the side of the airport that were clearly different from the P-40, and they seemed to be a little familiar.

"Second Lieutenant Hecht, what kind of plane is that, it feels different from other planes." Yoshikawa asked, pretending not to understand at all.

"That's it. That was the earliest generation of test machines for the P-51, something that had long been obsolete. Hector said dismissively. These two early H1 aircraft, which were the first generation of Hughes Aircraft Company, still used air-cooled engines. It is also not known from which warehouse the logistics department looted these two planes.

However, in Yoshikawa's eyes, how does this aircraft look like a domestic Zero carrier-based fighter. The Americans have developed a fighter similar to the Type Zero, and there are already better modifications! This is important information, and it must be sent back to China as soon as possible.