At the end of May in Shanghai, the weather is very pleasant in the middle of the night.

Not cold. Not hot. The evening breeze blows. Very pleasant. If there are no mosquito bites, it would be great.

However, mosquitoes are very active. Squatting is definitely painful.

Inside the telescope, Zhang Yong saw Shirakawa Xiuying. This guy is a bit rampant.

How so? There is no intention of dodging at all. The goal is very obvious. He can hit with the help of a scope.

However, hands-on is impossible to get hands on. There are too many restrictions in the concession.

Unless it is to wait for the other party to leave the concession.

Zhang Yong silently monitored. Suddenly, a red dot appears on the edge of the map. There are signs.

View. It was found to be Lin Xiaoyan.

Hey?

She actually reappeared?

What is this woman going to do when she appears in the concession? Is it to find yourself?

Quietly approach each other.

After Lin Xiaoyan came to the concession, she took a rickshaw.

Zhang Yong led people to suddenly kill from the oblique stab and intercept her. When she found out that it was Zhang Yong, she was immediately relieved.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Yong threw the coachman an ocean.

The rickshaw driver, who was nervous, hurriedly took the ocean and turned to leave.

Lin Xiaoyan jumped out of the car.

Zhang Yong carefully monitored the surroundings. so that someone doesn't track you.

She seems to be on the side of the Japanese now, and she is not welcome either. It turned out that the people of the special high-tech department were all hostile to the military department.

It is estimated that soon, the special high-tech will become the special high-tech of the military department.

The original person, either in hiding. Either run away.

"I want you to open a message channel at the Modern Hotel." Lin Xiaoyan said quickly, "Otherwise, it will be too difficult for others to find you." ”

"What message channel?" Zhang Yong said he didn't understand.

"It's five dollars a month for the Modern Hotel, and they'll keep track of all the information for you."

"What's the message?"

"That's what you want to receive. And you're going to pass it on. ”

"How?"

"Every time you call back to the Modern Hotel, or you come to the front desk of the Modern Hotel, it will tell you who has a message for you. For example, if someone looks for you, you can receive it in time. ”

"Five dollars a month?"

"Yes."

"It's expensive."

"You can take it. It is also possible not to accept it. ”

"Okay. I'll try. ”

Zhang Yong did not immediately refuse.

$5 per month, which is still acceptable.

This is the equivalent of the most primitive paging station. Information can be obtained in a timely manner.

"If I'm looking for someone, can I find it?"

"Of course. You can tell the front desk of the Martial Hotel who you are looking for. If they meet each other, or if the other party calls back, they can be notified in time. ”

"Understood."

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

In this way, it is indeed a lot more convenient. It may be used more often in the future.

Once on the international intelligence stage. There are definitely a lot of people to reach out to. There are a lot of things that need to be taken care of. Information must be obtained in a timely manner. or post a message,

Meddlesome.

At $5 per month, it's a bit expensive indeed. But it's worth it.

Pull your mind back to reality.

"What are you doing in the concession?"

"Looking for you."

"Looking for me?"

"Yes. I'm going to talk to you deeply. ”

"Cafe?"

"Nope. Hotel. I've booked a room at the Modern Hotel. ”

"Okay......"

Zhang Yong did not refuse.

Let's talk deeply. And he doesn't suffer.

Others are contributing money and effort. He just needs to contribute. The room fee was given by her.

Turn around and head to the Modern Inn.

From afar, it was discovered that Aphro had not yet left work. But I didn't see Yulkina.

Enter the hostel.

Aphro saw Zhang Yong and smiled sweetly.

Lin Xiaoyan took Zhang Yong to the front desk and said to Aphro: "This gentleman, you want to open a messaging service." ”

"Five dollars a month." Aphro said with a smile, "Calculated according to the natural month." There are only three days left in the month. If you open it now, it's a bit of a loss......"

"He's not bad for money." Lin Xiaoyan said, "Open it for him." ”

Zhang Yong: ......

Who said I wasn't bad for money? I'm terrible for money, right?

What did Li Yunlong say? The poor are about to go and ask for food. He also said that it was not bad for money.

But in the end, he still took out ten bills with a face value of $5. I opened a message for myself.

He really needs to.

"Thank you." While registering, Aphro said, "Mr. Zhang, congratulations on opening the Feixin membership ......."

"What letter?" Zhang Yong felt that this name was very strange.

"Fetion."

"Oh......"

So he was speechless.

It turns out that there is a flying letter in this era!

Terrible......

"Mr. Zhang, I have inquired now that two gentlemen have left you a written message......

"Who?"

"See for yourself!"

Aphro entered the back room and came out with two envelopes.

Zhang Yong took the envelope. The surface of the envelope was found to be bare. Only his Zhang Yong's name. Manuscript. The handwriting is beautiful, and it is estimated that it is female.

It could have been Aphro, or some other White Russian woman. Chinese is actually very well written.

Chinese Traditional also seems to look more beautiful?

One of the envelopes was opened and found to contain only one name and a phone number.

The name is Tanavaro. The phone number is five digits.

A little looking forward to it. Is Tanavaro back? Not bad. Not bad. Did you bring back the bullets?

Open another envelope with a piece of stationery inside. Take it out. Glance at it quickly. found that it was left by Zhu Yuan to himself. There is an address on it.

Odd......

The message that Zhu Yuan left for himself?

When I met him before, he didn't mention it! Did you forget?

Wrong......

It may be that Zhu Yuan thought he knew.

In fact, he didn't receive any messages from the Modern Hotel. Missed it.

If Lin Xiaoyan hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that there was such a thing.

"Mr. Zhang, do you need to pass on the message to others? Only Fetion members can send written messages to each other. ”

"I see. Not at the moment. ”

"Please."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Yong and Lin Xiaoyan came up to the room.

It just so happens that this room is also on the fourth floor. Next door to Fei Xinqing. But Fei Xinqing was not there.

Strange, that guy is already delirious, where can he run?

Could it be that the memory is gradually returning?

After closing the door, Zhang Yong skillfully began to undress.

Lin Xiaoyan's face turned cold, "Zhang, you make it clear first, what's going on with Yosuke Yamaguchi?" ”

"What's going on?" Zhang Yong deliberately pretended to be stupid.

"Yosuke Yamaguchi is not dead."

"Dead."

"He's not dead."

"Dead."

Zhang Yong insisted.

Who said he wasn't dead? You come up with evidence.

Sure enough, Lin Xiaoyan was silent.

Her face was constantly changing. Apparently hesitant.

Zhang Yong took off his clothes, lay down on the bed, pulled the cup, and covered himself. Then go to sleep.

you. I happened to be sleepy. Go to bed. Recuperate.

If you want to talk deeply, we will talk deeply. Sleep without talking.

"Someone told you?"

"What's the secret?"

"Do you know that Yosuke Yamaguchi is not an ordinary person?"

"He's a Japanese spy. Certainly not ordinary people. Strange, why do you keep saying that Yosuke Yamaguchi is not dead? I killed it with my own hands! ”

"Where's the photo?"

"You didn't tell me to take pictures before. He's dead. was dealt with. How do I take pictures? ”

"How?"

"Put it in the car and burn it. Even people with cars. Destroy the corpse. ”

"Is that death without proof?"

"Not really. My men are witnesses. They all see it. ”

"Why burn it?"

"Because he's a staff member of the Bank of Communications! The Kong family didn't want him to be recognized. And then he was attacked. So I ......"

"Zhang, you lied to me!"

"If you didn't lie to me, I certainly wouldn't lie to you."

"You ......"

Lin Xiaoyan hesitated again.

Obviously, she has already understood Zhang Yong's words.

After all, she is a person of Tegaoke. Very smart and clever. Listen to the song and know the elegance.

"Maori Rabbit Pill ......"

"Maori Rabbit Pill ......"

Suddenly, Zhang Yong heard Lin Xiaoyan muttering to herself.

Open. She was found standing in the dark in a silent daze. But the mouth did not open.

Did you accidentally "hear" her heart?

She's still struggling with Maori Rabbit Pills?

"Jiamusi ......"

"Jiamusi ......"

Suddenly, Lin Xiaoyan's voice was heard again.

This time, Zhang Yong saw it clearly. Lin Xiaoyan didn't make any moves. His lips didn't move either.

Obviously, this time, it was really "eavesdropping" on her heart. But it didn't work.

Jiamusi ......

It's just a place name.

What value can it be?

It seems that someone mentioned before that the first division of the Japanese invaders has all been transferred to Jiamusi.

Yes, that's the one who made the trouble. The 1st Division attempted to stage a mutiny. In the ensuing process, more than 300 people were shot. Everyone else, including their families, were all dispatched to Jiamusi.

The question is, what does Lin Xiaoyan do with this thought repeatedly? Is she related to Jiamusi?

If it doesn't matter, she won't babble.

"Zhang ......"

Lin Xiaoyan suddenly wanted to speak and stopped.

This time, it was her talking.

But pretending not to hear. Sleep with your head tilted.

If you don't reveal the secret of Maori Rabbit Maru, I'll be sure that Yosuke Yamaguchi is dead.

You lied to me first. I'm sure I'm lying to you!

"Zhang ......"

Lin Xiaoyan continued to call softly.

Zhang Yong noticed that there seemed to be a change in what she called herself.

used to be called Zhang Sang. Now it's called Zhang alone? He didn't know much about Japanese customs and didn't understand the meaning of this change.

"Do what?" Zhang Yong finally decided to respond.

"I ......" Lin Xiaoyan stopped talking.

"Something to say."

"Are you working with the Americans?"

"Yes."

"However, we have already given you a hundred thousand dollars. You don't keep your word. ”

"All the people involved in the kidnapping are dead."

"Are you sure they're all dead?"

"If they reappear, I can refund you a hundred thousand dollars."

"But ......"

Lin Xiaoyan was entangled again.

Zhang Yong tilted his head to sleep.

How? Still won't tell the secret of Maori Rabbit Pill?

Okay, let's take it slowly.

As a result, Lin Xiaoyan did not react for a long time. Instead, Zhang Yong fell asleep in a daze.

Half-asleep and half-awake, I felt someone curl up in my arms.

In the end, she still didn't reveal the truth......

……

When I got up in the morning, Lin Xiaoyan was already gone.

She does it every time. They all leave before dawn. Mysterious.

Zhang Yong didn't mind. Just get used to it.

Get up.

Wash.

Downstairs.

After breakfast, start talking on the phone.

Of course, it was to Tanavaro. I wonder if he's on Italian Street?

Soon, someone listened to the phone. But what he said, Zhang Yong couldn't understand. Maybe Italian? Zhang Yong continued to say in Chinese: "I am Zhang Yong, I want to find Tanavaro......"

The other party was still in Italian. After a while, Chinese finally came, "Zhang, you're finally calling." ”

Zhang Yong pondered quickly for a moment. Convinced it was Tanavaro's voice.

This guy is finally back. I wonder if the ammunition was brought back?

"Mr. Tanavaro, do you have any good news for me?"

"Of course. I have great good news for you. ”

"Thank you. I'm looking forward to it. ”

"However, there is also a small piece of bad news."

"Let's meet and talk. Where are you? ”

"I'm on Italian Street, of course. Genoa Bar. Come to me! We're not going to see you anymore. ”

"Okay."

Zhang Yong agreed.

Take a look at the watch. It's only past eight o'clock in the morning!

This Italian, presumably drunk at a bar last night, collapsed directly inside.

Immediately gather the manpower.

Come to Italian Street.

The map began to appear densely packed with weapon symbols.

Boy. This is Italian Street, not an arsenal! How can there be so many weapon signs?

Secretly raise your vigilance.

Those Italians are not good at it.

Don't look at how much they pull their hips on the battlefield. However, in some ways it is overbearing.

Especially those Italians from Sicily, there is no law in their eyes.

Sure enough, as soon as I got close to Italian Street, I found a lot of men with pistols at the corner of the street. The pistols on their waists were all Beretta 1934 pistols.

saw Zhang Yong arrive with many tunics. All tunics still had weapons in their hands. The Italians weren't afraid at all. Just press the gun with your hand.

"I'm a guest at Tanavaro." Zhang Yong expressed his intentions.

"Come in!" Someone waved.

Zhang Yong then walked over.

Naturally, the team behind him followed.

No one stood in the way.

No one said that Zhang Yong could only go in alone.

Although, Zhang Yong took more than 30 people. Two squads. However, an entire street is Italian.

There are at least a thousand people in the whole street. Everyone has a gun. In addition to pistols, there may also be rifles or submachine guns. If you want to talk about firepower, Zhang Yong's thirty people are not enough to see at all.

In the early stage of World War II, the weapons produced in Italy also had a certain level.

The Japanese Navy once commissioned Italy to produce 100,000 bolt-action rifles. Used as a naval guard.

Most of the rifles and light machine guns that the Japanese marines were equipped with were made in Italy. A lot of it is imported.

Why not look for army production?

Hehe, the navy red deer and the army red deer are as deep as the sea, looking for the army?

Even General Yamamoto 56 didn't dare to say that. Otherwise, he would definitely be hacked to death directly by the angry navy red deer.

Find the Genoa Bar.

Sure enough, it was closed.

It's early in the morning and the bar is of course closed.

Go up.

Knock.

It took a long time for someone to open the door.

Revealing the face of a bearded bazaar. The smell of alcohol all over the body. Red eyes.

Well, this is Tanavaro.

This guy is really biao.

His motto in life is probably to lie down where you get drunk......

This guy is also fateful. No one shot him when he was drunk.

Is Sicily so safe?

"Zhang ......"

"Mr. Tanavaro, how much did you drink?"

"Not much. It's all wine. It is a wine made by our Italians. Even better than the French. I drank less than a barrel. ”

"Less than a barrel?"

"Yes. Less than a barrel. ”

“……”

Zhang Yong was speechless.

I can only give a silent thumbs up.

of cowhide. Convinced.

A barrel of wine!

The amount of alcohol is not very good. But it's definitely the Big Stomach series.

A barrel of red wine is enough for bathing. You drank less than a barrel. That's at least half a barrel.

Curious. How many times did you run to the toilet?

"Zhang, come in!"

"Okay."

Zhang Yong walked in silently.

Then I found myself miscalculated. Didn't go to the toilet at all. Pull the ground directly.

I can't put into words what I smell.

I can't help but cover my nose.

At this moment, Tanavaro seemed to finally sense that the taste was wrong.

He grunted and yelled in Italian.

Then he said to Zhang Yong: "Let's go." Let's go to the other side. It's dirty here. ”

Zhang Yong wanted to say, didn't you get it?

When you look at this, you know that you are drunk and defecating in the open.

Seriously, no one shoots at you, it's already very polite.

Come out.

To the bar opposite.

Opposite is also the bar.

Throughout Italian Street, it feels like there are at least twenty bars.

It is suspected that these Italians may be drinking for half of the day. Spend more time drinking than sleeping in your life.

Sit down.

Tanavaro habitually took the bottle out of his pocket.

Zhang Yong stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

Let's talk first.

Don't drink alcohol.

"I want to hear the good news first."

"The good news is that I've got you some more ammunition than you ever thought possible."

"How much?"

"Guess?"

"Thirty million!"

Zhang Yong deliberately guessed.

It would be nice if there really were thirty million rounds of ammunition.

It's all 7.92 mm caliber, and the national army will definitely be able to use it. In the future, it will be used to fight devils, and it will be absolutely enjoyable.

"No, you guess."

"Twenty-five million?"

"You're getting farther and farther away from the correct answer."

"Fifty million."

Zhang Yong let go. Guess boldly.

If there really are 50 million, it is simply crooked. But the odds are too small.

Fifty million rounds is not a small number. The weapons and ammunition used by the Italians were not 7.92 mm caliber. So, it is impossible to have it in stock......

And the production of 50 million rounds of ammunition is not an overnight thing. It takes time.

"You guessed it!"

"What?"

"Fifty million bullets! I'll bring you back 50 million rounds of ammunition! ”

"Really?"

Zhang Yong was secretly surprised.

But his sanity always told him that it might not be true.

It could be that Tanavaro is deceiving himself.

After all, 50 million rounds of ammunition feels a bit dreamy......

"Did you bring them all back?"

"Nope. So, there's a little bit of bad news......"

"That ......"

Zhang Yong frowned.

The possibility of some scam immediately came to mind.

I thought, this bastard, can't he want to cheat my money? Deliberately writing bad checks?

Poker face.

"What's the bad news?"

"I brought back 10 million rounds of ammunition. The rest will be delivered within the next three months. ”

"Is this bad news?"

"I haven't talked about it yet. The bad news is that you need to sign a trade contract with us. ”

"Contents?"

"About the Markey family of aircraft."

"Oh?"

Zhang Yong's mind moved.

The Markey series? Italian fighters?

In other words, although the Italians pulled their hips on the battlefield, the weapon design was not bad.

In particular, the fighters of the Maki series, including the MC-200 Thunderbolt, MC-202 Lightning, MC-205 Hound and other models, have excellent performance.

The specific record is not very clear to Zhang Yong. But there is information that in the early days of the battle, the Soviet Air Force suffered losses. And the British's Spitfire, Hurricane and other fighters do not seem to have an advantage in the competition with the Markey series fighters. The performance of the two sides is basically tied.

The reason why Italian weapons are not famous is mainly because their record is really bad. Although the weapons are good, the people are too smart.

"You want to sell planes?"

"Yes."

"How many?"

"At least a hundred. The more the better. ”

"When will it be delivered?"

"There are fifty that have just been produced, and if you need them, I can sell them to you now."

"What model?"

"BA-65, Eagle fighter. Engine power up to 1000 hp. ”

"How much?"

"A thousand horsepower! Fiat A80-RC41 engine! ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Yong secretly exclaimed.

Is the engine technology of the Italians so cowy?

Also Fiat?

Later generations of Fiat cars don't seem to be very good......

Unexpectedly, before World War II, Fiat originally had to develop aero engines! The horsepower is still so terrifying!

You must know that the famous Zero fighter of the Japanese invaders. The horsepower is only 950!

The engine horsepower is so terrifying, presumably the performance of the aircraft will certainly not be bad. At least not to lose to the current fighters of the Japanese Army Aviation.

The point is –

It's in stock!

In stock!

In stock!

[To be continued]

(End of chapter)