Fang Lang casually closed Aditya Kuhn's file in his hand, and stared at the young officer opposite him with serious eyes.

"If you're in charge of investigating a smuggling network in Brazil, how long will it take for you to get a full report?"

Aditya Kuhn did not expect Fang Lang to ask such a question, to say that he did not know anything about the smuggling situation in Brazil, it was absolutely impossible, after all, his father died because of it.

However, the smuggling network in Brazil is too large to be completely controlled by any one organization, and some of them are even ordinary fishermen who occasionally work part-time, which is too difficult for him to investigate with great certainty.

However, this is an opportunity for him, and he does not want to give it up, not that this is an opportunity for meritorious service, but if he investigates the smuggling network, he will have the opportunity to use the power of the second section of the logistics department to investigate the truth of his father's death in the name of justice, find the murderer of his father, and if possible, he wants to avenge his father with his own hands.

Therefore, after hesitating again and again, he still said with a little hesitation:

"Boss, the whole of Brazil is too big, if you want to investigate it all, it will take at least half a year."

Fang Lang shook his head decisively and interrupted unceremoniously:

"I'll only give you a month, I don't care what means you use, after a month, I want to see a full report, and if you can satisfy me, in a month, you will be the head of a new department."

In the army, Fang Lang has always been true to his word, orders are orders without any room for bargaining, and it is of course very difficult to investigate the smuggling network throughout Brazil, but he will not relax the mission time because of difficulties, he does not have so much time to waste.

Aditya Kuhn also understands Fang Lang's style, as a soldier, he knows very well that after the commander's order is given, he will have no room to retreat, of course, he also knows that although this task is difficult, if he can successfully complete it, it will also be a rare opportunity for him.

Before he had time to think about it, he got up from the table and chair with a bang, stood up and saluted, and said loudly:

"Yes, boss!"

Fang Lang nodded, signaling that the other party could leave, Aditya Kuhn did not hesitate, directly turned to the right and took two steps to the right, then turned right, walked out according to the standard military posture, and gently closed the door.

After leaving the door, he breathed a long sigh of relief, although he had not been nervous just now, but deep in his heart he was panicked, his entire back was already wet with sweat, looked left and right, and found that the adjutant of the general outside the door, Chief Qi Qingshan, was looking at him, quickly tidied up his clothes, raised his hand to salute the other party, and then strode out again.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Qi Qingshan's serious face showed a smile, although he didn't know what task this half-race ensign who looked very strong was assigned by the boss, but being able to be summoned by the boss as a second lieutenant meant that he was very likely to soar.

After the other party walked away and couldn't see his back, Qi Qingshan slowly got up, came to the office behind him, pushed open the door, and said to a tall thin black guy wearing a suit that didn't fit well and a top hat, and there were a lot of scattered curls on the edge of the hat:

"Mr. Girard, please follow me."

Girard, a black boy who has been waiting in the office for a long time, has been restless and staying alone in this office, since the last time he followed the boss Vox to deliver goods and was caught by the Navy, he began his prison life, he thought that his life was over, but two days ago he was taken to a room by two officers alone for re-interrogation, and after the interrogation was completed, he was taken to a hotel.

After two days of rest in the hotel, he was told early this morning that a big man was going to see him, and he was brought a clean suit and told him to clean himself up, and then he was taken to the office of this naval base.

This kind of experience is really a dream for him, sitting in the car and passing by the naval base, looking at the murderous training scene in the base, as well as the rows of ordnance warehouses, and the mighty and domineering warships by the sea, which makes him feel both novel and shocking, and the whole person is unconsciously nervous, and he doesn't even know where to put his hands.

When he was taken to this office building, he was locked up in this small office, and no one had anyone to take care of him for a long time, which made him even more nervous and unaware of the fate he was going to face.

It wasn't until a Chinese officer pushed open the door and told him to follow him that he gritted his teeth and obediently followed the other party, ready to accept the judgment of fate.

The two had not walked a few steps before they stopped at the door of an office, and the Chinese officer knocked on the door, said something inside, and after hearing the reply inside, he led him into the office.

It was a very large office, and behind a huge desk sat an equally young Chinese officer, and Girard's eyes were fixed the moment he saw the officer.

It's not that he knows the other party, but he sees the other party's rank, such a young major general. He was already nervous, and he felt that his legs were weak at the moment, and his hands and feet were a little disobedient.

He was in the arms business with the boss, and of course he knew the rank of the army, and he was also well aware of the weight of the rank of major general in the Brazilian army.

The more he knew, the more nervous he became, his whole brain felt a little deprived of oxygen, like a fish out of water, his body instinctively opened its mouth wide and began to breathe fresh air to supply oxygen to the brain, which made his breathing sound particularly heavy, and it was extremely harsh in the quiet office, and the other two people in the office set their eyes on him.

"You're Girard?"

Fang Lang behind the desk looked at this nervous black brother who was about to suffocate with some amusement, and said slowly.

Hearing Fang Lang's question, Girard finally calmed down, and after taking a deep breath, he squeezed out a slightly flattering smile on his face, bowed deeply to Fang Lang and said:

"Yes, Your Excellency! I'm Witt Girard, and it's my pleasure to meet you. ”

At this time, Natal's weather was still very hot, and Girard didn't know if it was because he was nervous or because he was wearing a suit, his head was already sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it, Fang Lang saw this and said to Qi Qingshan beside him:

"Go get a towel for our Mr. Girard to wipe the sweat from his head."

Before Qi Qingshan could answer, Girard had already quickly grabbed a handful of his face directly with his hand, wiped the beads of sweat off his face directly, rubbed his hand on his trouser leg and said:

"No, no, Your Excellency General, don't bother this sir, I'm not hot."

Qi Qingshan didn't pay attention to the other party, but pushed the door out, quickly took a towel over, handed it to the other party, and said in a stern tone:

"The boss said to let you wipe your sweat with a towel, you have to use a towel to wipe your sweat, understand?"

Now Girard became even more nervous, unconsciously shuddered, and hurriedly bowed to the two of them and said:

"I'm sorry Your Excellency General, I'm sorry sir, it's me who doesn't understand the rules, and I'll wipe my sweat with a towel in the future."

Seeing this, Fang Lang smiled and waved his hand:

"Okay, you don't have to be nervous, I came to you because I have a few words I want to ask you."

Girard hurriedly took the towel from Qi Qingshan's hand, took off the top hat on his head, wiped two handfuls on his face, and as he took off his top hat, an explosive head like instant noodles stood up, and Fang Lang was stunned. After noticing Fang Lang's eyes, Girard became even more nervous, and hurriedly wanted to put on his hat and press his hair down, looking a little hurried for a while.

provoked Qi Qingshan on the side to cover his face again and again, eager to kick the other party to the ground.

"Okay, don't worry about your hair, I heard you've been in the arms business with your boss for a long time?"

Girard, who was already very nervous, heard this question, and a trace of pale feeling could be seen on his black face, and he waved his hand again and again:

"Your Excellency General, misunderstanding! Don't listen to other people's nonsense, I'm just an errand boy, I don't do the arms business! ”

Looking at the other party's expression, Fang Lang didn't understand that the other party had misunderstood himself, and said with a dumb smile:

"Okay, you don't have to be nervous, your boss's matter has passed, I have no interest in his affairs, and I am not ready to pursue your involvement in the arms trade now, I came to you today to ask you, you have been in your gang for so long, you should know a lot about the process of arms sales!"

Seeing Fang Lang's expression, Girard understood that he might have misunderstood something, the other party's attitude was obviously very good, and he didn't look like he wanted to hold himself responsible, and then he thought that the other party had arranged for someone to take him out of prison and rest in the hotel for two days, and he also prepared decent clothes for himself, which didn't look like he was going to hold himself responsible.

The mood slowly calmed down a little, picked up the handkerchief, wiped the sweat beads on his head, and said cautiously:

"You're not going to shoot me?"

After Fang Lang and Qi Qingshan glanced at each other when they heard this, they laughed out loud, and it took a long time before they stopped, got up directly from behind the desk, came to Girard's side, patted the other party's shoulder and said:

"I don't know you, why did I ask you to come and see me if I wanted to shoot you?

Come and sit down! ”

After speaking, he walked straight to the sofa in the guest lounge area and sat down.

The change in Fang Lang's attitude made Gilard a little unable to react for a while, and Qi Qingshan on the side couldn't see it anymore when he saw this, and pushed him dissatisfiedly, making him almost fall down, and when he looked back and saw Qi Qingshan's eyes, he understood what it meant.

Hurriedly nodded and bowed, and said to Fang Lang with a flattering face:

"Thank you, general, thank you for not killing!"

After saying that, he ran to the sofa next to Fang Lang and sat down, saw the cigar on the coffee table, and reached out to pick it up and sent it to Fang Lang's hand, wanting to give Fang Lang a cigarette, looking like a dog.

Qi Qingshan, who was watching on the side, was dumbfounded.

Fang Lang did not reach out to pick up the cigar he handed over, but continued to look the other party up and down with interest. I have to say that this black young man has a lot of skills in fighting snakes and sticks. It made him a little suspicious that this guy's nervous expression before was real or fake.

If it's really pretending, then it would be nice to let him be in charge of this business.

"Don't thank you too early, I just said that I won't investigate your involvement in arms trafficking now, and I didn't say that I won't pursue it in the future."

As soon as these words came out, Girard's face instantly collapsed, and for a while the hand holding the cigar didn't know where to put it, and the whole person couldn't sit or stand.

Fang Lang punned:

"I don't like people touching my stuff without my permission, you know?"

When Girard heard this, his black face instantly lost his blood color again, his entire lips began to turn white, and he hurriedly put the cigar in his hand back to its original position tremblingly, and the whole person slipped directly off the sofa and knelt on the ground.

"I'm sorry Your Excellency, General, I don't dare anymore."

Seeing the other party's appearance, Fang Lang's face did not show a smile this time, but leaned back on the sofa with a light face:

"Next time, don't make your own decisions, you will answer whatever I ask you, understand?"

Hearing this, Girard swallowed his saliva with difficulty, nodded as if pecking rice:

"Yes, Your Excellency General, I will never dare again."

Then he looked up at the expression on Fang Lang's face, and found that the other party did not speak, but just looked at him quietly, understanding that the other party was waiting for him to answer his question, and hurriedly said:

"Your Excellency, General, I have been with Boss Vaux for several years, and although I was arrested after only participating in one arms transaction, I am very familiar with the entire arms transaction process and the person in charge of each link."

Seeing that the other party was finally able to answer his question normally, Fang Lang glanced at the other party expressionlessly, and did not mean to let the other party get up, and continued to ask unhurriedly:

"Now that you're familiar with the transaction process and the person in charge of each link, are you sure that you'll be able to rebuild a complete sales network?"

Gerard's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked up at Fang Langdao, who looked indifferently, with a look of surprise:

"Is Your Excellency General also interested in selling arms? Don't worry, no problem, as long as you can provide me with the supply, I will be able to help you sell all the goods. ”

At this time, Girard's mind flashed to the huge ordnance warehouses he saw when he entered the base this morning, and if the general in front of him was willing to sell some of the goods to him, he was sure that he would become the largest arms dealer in all of Brazil.

Thinking about the majestic appearance of his boss Vaux before, the whole person was a little trembling with excitement.

Seeing his appearance, Fang Lang couldn't help frowning, wondering if the guy in front of him was really suitable for his plan.

Fang Lang's expression naturally changed in Girard's eyes, and his heart suddenly sank, he guessed wrong, and he thought too much. The body kneeling on the ground hurriedly bent down and lowered his head like pounding garlic and said:

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency General, I said the wrong thing, I'm sorry!"

"I'm going to sell arms, but not as you think, I'm a Brazilian soldier, and I can't allow you to buy and sell arms in Brazil.

But if you can buy the arms into the hands of my designated guests, I don't mind making you a little rich. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Lang still decided to give this guy a chance, the identity of the other party's black man does have his own advantages when doing this, and he doesn't have a suitable person who has engaged in this business now.

As for whether the other party would have any adverse impact on him if he knew his identity, Fang Lang was not worried, after all, he was not ready to sell arms in China, and he did not plan to sell the active equipment of the Brazilian army directly.

Besides, we already have arms production enterprises, so isn't it natural to sell arms ourselves?

(End of chapter)