Fang Lang didn't care about the farce staged by the Japanese Brazilians in Brazil, and even he gloated a little and wanted to add to the fire.

Wait for Fang Lang to finish the affairs at hand at the station. It was already completely dark, and Fang Lang once again brought the agreed $125,000 to the US military station to look for Colonel Malik, but he didn't find it.

Later, it was learned through an on-board radio inquiry that Colonel Malik was preparing for the finishing touches in the underground arsenal.

Fang Lang was not polite and drove directly to visit.

When Fang Lang arrived, he saw American GIs driving a group of Japanese workers into the underground factory, and from time to time Japanese workers resisted and were knocked down by American GIs.

Fang Lang found Malik, who was leaning on the jeep smoking a cigar, and casually hung the package in his hand on Malik's hand and said:

"Have I finished moving my things?"

Malik looked at the package that Fang Lang stuffed in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said:

"I'll do something, don't worry! The things had just been moved, and the rest of the people were of little use. ”

Glancing 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 there!"

Malik knew that what Fang Lang was talking about was promising to provide Fang Lang with the workers needed to reinstall the equipment and complete the production.

"Don't worry! The people you want are not ordinary workers, they are engineers, and they are now locked up in the cells of the station! After dealing with this place, arrange for someone to escort them to you. ”

In fact, Fang Lang is not worried about this problem, even if there are no such people, he can re-pay for talents in European and American countries who can restart the production line.

He just didn't want to be so troublesome, and he didn't want too many people to know that he had taken this production line.

Fang Lang trimmed the cigars neatly with a cigar cutter, and raised his chin at the workers who were driven away:

"What about these people! Need my help? ”

Colonel Malik smiled and shook his head in refusal, then asked curiously:

"Oh! What do you want to do about it? ”

Seeing Colonel Malik's curious eyes, Fang Lang didn't care and said:

"Isn't that simple? I was not afraid of a few M2 heavy machine guns, and a few M2 heavy machine guns were solved. I didn't want any gunshots, so I put some napalm in it, locked the door and detonated it, and it was quiet soon. ”

Unexpectedly, Colonel Malik said with a disgusted face:

"Fang, you are too cruel like this, we are a civilized army, how can we treat civilians like this!"

Fang Lang didn't expect that he was disliked, and he didn't care, picked up the cigar that had been lit, took a big puff, and then gently exhaled the smoke before saying:

"Oh! Are you going to keep them? Aren't you afraid that they will reveal the news here? ”

Colonel Malik looked at the casual Fang Lang, obviously the two of them were tacit.

He looked at the gate of the underground factory that had been closed by the American soldiers, smiled, and then said:

"Okay, there's going to be a landslide here, let's stay away."

After speaking, he patted Fang Lang on the shoulder and motioned for him to get into the car with him.

Fang Lang naturally didn't care, smiled and leaked an expression of admiration, and gave a thumbs up to Colonel Malik.

The two of them will be heart-to-heart, and they won't say much.

The jeep drove about 200 meters and stopped.

Hearing a muffled sound behind him, Fang Lang felt like he lit a firecracker when he was a child and threw it into a mouse hole, but it 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, and then the dust flew in the sky.

Giving a thumbs up to Malik again, he said:

"Dude, how much explosives did you put here! It's about to cause an earthquake. ”

Marik smiled mysteriously;

"I didn't carry explosives, we were here to carry out the occupation, not to wreak havoc."

Look at this meaning, it is still the Japanese own explosives.

Fang Lang no longer paid attention to this, and said directly:

"My people have found a winery with a lot of good wines, why don't you go and see it together?"

Malik looked at Fang Lang with disgust and said:

"I said, how good Japanese sake can be, it's not strong enough at all, if you want to drink it, you can drink whiskey, where do I have it, when I'm done with this, let's go to my office and have a drink, and celebrate by the way."

"Isn't it done here? What else to do? ”

"Haha.... You don't understand this, right? The factory is collapsed, but the traces are too new. We need napalm and bake it to make it look like it's been bombed by planes, you know? ”

"You still have napalm, didn't you drop this thing from an airplane?"

"Modify it with a mortar, and you'll be done!"

Fang Lang didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected gain. When he came to Japan, Lang always had a target who wanted to attack, but he never thought of a suitable way.

I can't imagine that today here in Malik I actually encountered napalm that can be fired with mortars, so what else is there to say, we must find a way to get a batch in hand.

"Dude, what caliber is the napalm of this mortar of yours, can you get me some?"

"Mortar shells of 81mm caliber, how many do you want."

Malik didn't care, apparently with Fang Lang's relationship with him, providing some mortar shells was not a matter at all.

"Four or five hundred rounds!"

Fang Lang's numbers startled Malik.

"Why do you want so much?"

Fang Lang did not answer this question directly, but said:

"I want 50 81mm mortars and 500 napalms, can you get them for you?"

Seeing that Fang Lang didn't answer his question, Marik understood that this batch of things must not be used on the surface. After thinking about it, Marik said directly:

"I have the Japanese 97 type mortars that have been confiscated, fifty of them are no problem, the caliber is 81mm, and the ammunition is common to the American."

Fang Lang didn't wait for Marik to continue, and said directly:

"I asked for five thousand dollars. However, this matter needs to be kept secret. ”

Colonel Malik was obviously a little hesitant, and it took a long time before he stubbornly said:

"Fang, you're not going to kill MacArthur, are you?"

Hearing Malik's words, Fang Lang almost choked to death from a puff of smoke.

Just when Fang Lang wanted to say something, the American GIs not far away had already begun to pour shells at the factory ruins where the dust had not yet fallen.

"Knock knock ....." The sound of mortar firing constantly remembers when it is flawless, but the sound of bomb explosions is very muffled.

But the burning effect of the napalm was visible to the naked eye, and almost instantly the entire ground began to burst into flames.

The domineering of napalm is unreasonable, no matter whether the ground is dirt, trees, or steel, as long as it is where the gasoline bomb sticks, whether there is combustible material or not, he can burn.

It is said that he can produce a high temperature of 1000 degrees and burn it on objects for a long time, it turns out that Fang Lang still doesn't quite understand why this weapon was banned later, but now, seeing the scene in front of him, Fang Lang finally understands.

Finally, the sound of mortars stopped, Fang Lang looked at the purgatory-like scene in front of him, instead of feeling afraid, his eyes lit up, and he confirmed that this was what he wanted.

Turning his head to look at Malik, he was about to answer his question.

As a result, Marik spoke first:

"Okay, Fang, I don't care where you use it! You don't have to answer my questions, and you don't give me money. Wait a minute, I'll arrange for two trucks to deliver what you want to your barracks.

I just lost the shell, I don't know anything else, and I don't want to know. ”

Fang Lang looked at Marik with a playful expression, what does this mean? Do you want me to kill MacArthur or not?

However, since Malik said that he didn't want to know anything and took the initiative to clear the relationship, it couldn't be better for Fang Lang.

Fang Lang smiled and nodded at Marik and said:

"Alright! Then you're welcome. Now that we're done here, are we going to check out the winery that my people discovered! ”

When Marik saw that Fang Lang was going to invite him to the winery again, he refused without thinking about it;

"What's there to see about the Japanese sake brewery, let's go, come to my office and drink."

Fang Lang shook his head with a smile and said:

"I'm not trying to drink, I'm trying to get rich. Wine can be sold for money, and the older the wine, the more valuable it is, don't you know? ”

Malik looked at Fang Lang speechlessly and said:

"Brother, you're too hungry to eat, how much can you buy sake? I'm not interested! I went to the brewery with you, and I might as well go back and accompany the girl the Japanese gave me! ”

"I said dude, don't regret if you don't go!"

"I see, these damn Japanese dwarfs didn't have a girl for you! It's so boring for you, and you have to go to see some ghost distillery at night. ”

When Fang Lang heard Malik's words, he could only shake his head helplessly, originally he wanted to take Marik to make a small fortune. However, since others have repeatedly refused, there is no need to force it.

As for the Japanese girl that Marik mentioned, this is indeed a comfort policy of the Japanese government, and ordinary GIs have comfort stations. Commanders can't line up with the soldiers!

Therefore, the Japanese began to take the initiative to arrange two or three Japanese women for each American colonel-level officer to take care of their daily life.

And Fang Lang, I don't know if it's because the Japanese look down on the identity of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, or because of the identity of the Chinese.

Anyway, when assigning girls, Fang Lang was missed.

Fang Lang didn't mind, after all, some of the things he was doing couldn't be known to others, and the woman he sent over was a Japanese spy at that time, so it would be a big trouble.

"I still like to find Japanese girls by myself. Since your brother doesn't like this little money, then I'll send you two cars tomorrow morning, and you can do it yourself! ”

With that, he jumped off Malik's jeep.

got into his car and said to the driver:

"Go to Hakutsuru Sake Brewery."