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Chapter 1183: Loud, I can’t hear you!

On the streets of Honolulu.

Zuoshige, who went by the pseudonym Minami Kaichiro, and Ozawa Tatsuya, who went by the pseudonym Ozawa Tatsuya, looked around, looking for a suitable location to start the cane sugar business.

This is the third day that the two have arrived in Hawaii. The American ONI agents behind them are still doing their jobs conscientiously.

Although the opponent's tracking skills are a bit poor, his spirit is good.

"Nan Jiajun, the location here is very good."

Ozawa held a map and pointed to a neighborhood near the seaside.

Based on his experience, when the weather is clear and the visibility is good, you can use a telescope to see the Pearl Harbor waterway here.

Zuo Zhong shook his head, glanced at the map and surroundings, and explained in a low voice why he couldn't do this.

"Ozawa-kun, it is not a traditional business district. If you choose to use it as a trading company, it will be easy for Americans to find problems.

We must remember that we are businessmen now, and all our actions must conform to the businessman's way of thinking. Let's go and take a look here. "

As he spoke, Zuo Zhong pointed to a place on the map, completely ignoring the man following him who was pretending to read a newspaper a few meters away.

Ozawa looked at the map and nodded. The location he chose was indeed "too good". It must be a key area monitored by the Americans. There was no need for them to ask for trouble.

The two of them talked and walked like this, moving away from the coast.

In a Chrysler Airflow on the corner, several ONI agents watched the screening target walk away, and the person in the driver's seat asked.

"Bob, have you verified the movie Nan Jia mentioned?"

"Major, the agents in Osaka have verified that the movie playing in the cinema that day was indeed "Butterfly Dream". Do you think the other party is a Japanese spy?"

The latter asked a rhetorical question after answering, and the former was the interrogator who had previously interrogated Zuo Zhong and Ozawagawa on the dock.

This person has a thin face, long brown hair, and blue eyes that look a bit cold in the sunlight.

"No, this is just a routine screening. After all, they are two adult men, right?"

The questioner watched Zuo Zhong and the two leave, stretched his hand out the window and made a gesture, and several ONI field staff followed him.

The other three people in the car looked at each other and shrugged, feeling that the other party was a little too cautious.

There are not even a thousand but eight hundred Japanese who come to Hawaii every day. If every adult male Japanese has to keep track of them, they simply don't have that much energy.

However, the other party is the commander of ONI in Honolulu, and no one can stop him from doing what he wants to do.

Having such a boss is outright bad news for them who are used to a comfortable life.

No wonder Mr. Nathan Hal was kicked from the mainland to Honolulu by the bureau. It seems that the higher-ups don't like such a meddlesome guy.

Nathan Hal didn't know what his men were thinking. He started the car and turned the steering wheel to drive to the next surveillance point. As a qualified commander, the map of Honolulu was firmly engraved in his head.

Under the "protection" of ONI agents, Zuo Zhong and the two came to a busy street, where trading company signs printed with languages ​​​​from various countries can be seen everywhere.

"stop!"

More than 20 meters away from Zuo Zhong and Ozawa, someone suddenly started shouting. It turned out to be two Honolulu police officers who stopped an Asian woman who was passing by.

"Sir, I'm just passing by."

"Don't move. We suspect you are related to a theft case and accept a search."

Zuo Zhong watched with cold eyes as they conducted a bullshit search. The two American policemen obviously wanted to take advantage. Judging from the people around them, it was obvious that this was not the first time this happened.

Ozawakawa bit his cheek. The clogs under the woman's feet proved that the other party was Japanese, at least of Japanese descent.

At this moment, he seemed to understand the plan of the Locust and the cabinet. All these Omi monsters should be killed, otherwise Asians will never truly stand up.

"Angry?"

Zuo Zhong asked lightly from the side, his expression calm, and then he sneered and looked at Ozawa with a mocking look on his face.

"Didn't you do the same thing in the Republic of China? Were you angry at that time? Why are you angry now when you see the Japanese being bullied?"

To instigate rebellion against Ozawa, the military commander used inducements and inducements. This relationship was very fragile and could easily be repeated.

Because the education the other party received, the environment in which they grew up, and what they saw and heard were all about monarchism, the poison has penetrated deep into their bones, and their thoughts will not change that quickly.

Once you come into contact with certain sensitive things, those thoughts hidden deep in your heart will still come out, just like at this moment.

Ozawa was startled when he heard this, his face turned green and white. He wanted to explain but was speechless.

Zuo Zhong smiled even more happily when he saw this. He pointed at an Asian female passerby wearing high-end clothing, and then pointed at the woman who was being touched by the American police. He told Ozawa a truth that is universally applicable. .

“There are only two types of people in this world, one is the poor and the other is the rich, it has nothing to do with skin color or nationality.

As long as you have money, even if you are Asian, you can still get the so-called respect, you understand. "

Ozawakawa looked at the American police officers who were courting the gorgeously dressed female passers-by. Countless words he wanted to say were choked in his throat. His thoughts were so confused that he forgot to answer Zuo Zhong's question.

"Pa!" "I ask you, did you hear it?"

A slap hit Ozawachuan hard on the face. Zuo Zhong looked fierce and asked again.

"I heard that."

"Pah! Pah! Louder, I can't hear you!"

"I heard it, I heard it!"

"What do you want?"

"Make money, make more money!"

"吆西~"

After slapping Ozawa twice, Zuo Zhong got the answer he wanted and immediately smiled with satisfaction.

MD, the Japanese are so mean, they have to be beaten before they can understand their language.

He had known for a long time that Ozawa had not been completely subdued, so he chose him to participate in the mission not only because the other party was familiar with the US Navy, but also to take advantage of him.

As for whether beating someone in the street will expose you?

Isn't this normal, especially when both parties involved are Japanese? With so many Japanese on Oahu, people have long been accustomed to big mouths.

Just as Zuo Zhong thought, Nathan Hal, who was watching from a distance, saw this scene and gave his men the order to end the mission.

As a child who grew up in Little Tokyo, the largest Japanese settlement in Los Angeles, he was very sure that the other person was a real Japanese. No one except the Japanese could do such a thing as slapping someone in the street.

Let's talk about Ozawa. After being "reminded" by a few loudmouths, when he looked at the woman and the American police, the anger just now was gone in his eyes.

He felt that he had realized that as long as he had money, he could live the life he wanted no matter which country he went to.

Even if the people being bullied in front of you are compatriots, so what.

This responsibility should be borne by Tian Locust and the Japanese government. As a small lieutenant, what he wants to do is to make himself rich and become a master.

Zuo Zhong patted him on the shoulder and walked into a small building for rent. Those prying eyes were gone, and it was time to start the mission.

Ten days later.

A Japanese trading company specializing in cane sugar trading opened its doors, and the Japanese Chamber of Commerce in Honolulu sent people to deliver flower wheels.

At the same time, news of the arrival of two wealthy imperial businessmen from Osaka gradually spread among the local Japanese circles, and people came to visit them from time to time to seek cooperation.

On this day, Zuo Zhong sent an old Japanese man out the door. After bowing, he watched the car drive away with a smile, then turned and walked back to the trading company.

"Nan Jiajun, I really didn't expect that sucrose can be so profitable."

Ozawakawa sat at the table and looked at the account books. He said something without raising his head, his face beaming with joy.

Less than half a month after opening, they made tens of thousands of yen by purchasing local cane sugar and selling it to the Japanese navy.

You mean mission?

The task was not as important as making money. As long as he worked for a year and a half, Ozawa was confident that he could directly bribe the commander of the U.S. Pacific Fleet, so there was no need to take the risk to find out the information.

Zuo Chong saw that this guy had completely got into Qian's eyes. He was relieved but also felt a little helpless. This was too much brainwashing.

He stepped forward and took away the account book, said hello to the newly hired trading company staff, and pulled Ozawa into the quiet room on the second floor.

"Ozawa, we can do business at any time, but if we can't complete the mission in Tokyo, we may be recalled."

After the two sat down, Zuo Zhong checked whether there was any monitoring equipment in the room, and lowered his voice to remind the other party not to put the cart before the horse.

Ozawa had a look of reluctance after hearing this, and secretly cursed the entire general's headquarters, asking Zuo Zhong what he was going to do next, whether he was going to Pearl Harbor.

Zuo Zhong was silent. How could he have forgotten that the other party was a spy who had become a monk? He was just asking blind questions.

After a long time, he sighed: "Okay, first of all, we need to get in touch with the intelligence officer of the Japanese Consulate in Hawaii to report our current progress.

Then, we need to find ways to collect Honolulu's weather and hydrological data. Haven't you looked at the data provided by the Canggu Agency? "

Ozawachuan smiled awkwardly. At that time, he was frightened by Zuo Zhong's sudden appearance and had no intention of memorizing the information.

Thinking of this, he asked: "Nan Jiajun, you will not have any problems pretending to be an agent of the Hase Agency. Hase Ryosuke is a very shrewd intelligence officer."

Glancing at Ozawa who was kept in the dark, Zuo Zhong gave an affirmative answer, ensuring that Changgu would never discover his identity.

After comforting the other party, he decided to personally go to the dead mailbox to drop the information.

After these days of observation, Zuo Zhong was convinced that ONI had given up monitoring, and he should do the dangerous work of contacting the line himself.

Let Ozawa go, he is really afraid that this person will send the information to ONI's office.

That night, Zuo Zhong walked around Honolulu alone several times, made multiple disguises and came to a beach, where he put a pebble into a tree hole.

A few hours later, the Naval Command in Tokyo received a top-secret message from the Hawaiian Consulate, which contained only six words.

"Plan Z is being implemented."