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Chapter 1190 Collecting Intelligence

"Jeyomal, would you like to have a cigarette?"

A Filipino worker called Zuo Zhong's pseudonym, shook the cigarette issued by the US military in his hand, and enthusiastically extended an invitation to Zuo Zhong.

Jayomar is a very common name in the Philippines. It is equivalent to Ergouzi in the Republic of China or John and Tom in the United States. It is most suitable to use it as a pseudonym, but it can easily cause misunderstandings.

For example, the words "Jayomar" just made immediately caused five or six Filipino workers to raise their heads. After they were sure that they were not calling themselves, they lowered their heads and continued eating.

Zuo Zhong made a gesture towards the caller and strode over. The caller was also a Japanese-Filipino, so the two got along well.

When he came up to him, he called the person's name in English and asked: "Joshua, is smoking allowed in the dock?"

"Of course... you can't."

The young Joshua gave it up and explained with a smile: "But there is a place where you can come. Come with me. The Americans won't care."

As he spoke, he walked ahead, came to a corner of the dock, bent down and got out. It turned out that there was a half-person-high hole in the seemingly solid wall. It seemed that people often came in and out from here.

Zuo Zhong followed behind silently. No wonder the other party dared to smoke in a shipyard full of flammable materials and oil. It was because the people in front of him planted trees and the people behind him could enjoy the shade.

When you emerge from the dark hole, the scene in front of you suddenly opens up. The blue sea is just around the corner, and the cool breeze blowing in your face is refreshing.

What was shocking was that dozens of meters away was the core dock of Pearl Harbor. The steel behemoth that Zuo Zhong had just seen in the dock appeared in front of him without any obstruction.

In addition to Joshua and Zuo Zhong, there was another group of Filipino workers here smoking and chatting quietly.

"Jeyomal, this is our territory, how about it, isn't it good?"

Joshua threw a cigarette to Zuo Zhong and asked proudly.

"A great place, but do Americans really allow us to do this?"

Zuo Zhong helped the other party light the cigarette. He still couldn't imagine that such an important place was left unattended.

"Why not allowed?"

Joshua took a puff of cigarette and asked, and then carefully explained the reason to Zuo Zhong.

"If the Americans don't allow us to smoke here, we will smoke secretly, and then there is a risk of fire in the dock at any time."

As if to prove what he said, a group of soldiers passed by everyone. The other party didn't even look at the workers and strode away along the cement road.

There were even two American sailors who stepped off the warship, asked Joshua for two cigarettes, and smoked them happily. It was a touching scene of "officers and soldiers having a fishy relationship".

Zuo Zhong approached the two men and listened to their discussion about military life, extracting a lot of useful information from them.

For example, the Pacific Fleet divided all warships into three batches to perform different tasks or rest.

To be specific, one group is patrolling at sea, one group is docked for supplies and rest, and one group is entering the dock for repairs.

Sailors on docked supply ships can disembark and move around nearby, but are not allowed to leave Oahu. Once ordered, they must return to their combat posts within three hours.

Sailors who enter the dock to repair ships are equivalent to taking a vacation. They can return to the mainland or leave Hawaii and have no combat missions for a short period of time.

This three-batch rotation system ensures that sailors have enough rest time and can also extend the service time of the ship.

The only problem is that once the port is attacked by the enemy, the entire fleet will immediately lose two-thirds of its combat effectiveness.

While Zuo Zhong was remembering and thinking, a sailor told another sailor a piece of gossip, and the content was very shocking.

"Did you hear that there seems to be traces of German submarines in the defensive anchorage area?"

Defensive anchorage area, a naval term.

Not all warships docked for rest are moored at the pier. Some of the troops will also be assigned to combat readiness duty, which belongs to the strategic reserve of the Pacific Fleet.

These warships do not anchor or tether, and the number of combatants on board reaches at least 80%. They can be pulled out for combat at any time. The area where they are located is called a defensive berthing area.

Zuo Zhong ventured into Pearl Harbor on this trip. One of his tasks was to figure out the location of the moorings and defensive anchorage areas. The latter was the first target of the Japanese attack.

"God, how could a German submarine show up in the Pacific."

Another sailor exclaimed, his eyes widened, and the cigarette butt in his hand shook and almost burned him.

Since the war in Europe, under the propaganda of various reports, the German army has almost become synonymous with invincibility and ferocity. Now that I heard that a German submarine was present in Pearl Harbor, it is normal for this person to have such a reaction.

"Who knows, maybe the Germans wanted to attack Pearl Harbor."

The first sailor curled his lips, shook the cigarette ashes to the ground, and then expressed his opinions on certain deployments of the upper levels of the Pacific Fleet, his words full of resentment.

"The damn big shots think that the water depth in Pearl Harbor is too shallow and there is no need to deploy mine protection nets. If the Germans really show up, the warships in the defensive berthing area will be like fireworks, boom~~ Do you understand?"

He made an explosive gesture, obviously objecting to this arrangement, but unfortunately no one would care about the opinion of a soldier. Zuo Zhong wrote down the information and prepared to guide the other party to reveal the location of the defensive parking area, even if it was a bit risky.

"Sir, how far is the defensive anchorage from here? Is there any danger to the dock?"

As a result, before Zuo Zhong could open his mouth to test, Joshua took the initiative to ask two sailors that he came to the port to make money, not to work for the Americans.

If the shipyard is really dangerous, then he would rather work as a porter at the Honolulu Port. Making money is good, but it also costs his life.

It was a matter of life and death. Not only Joshua was concerned about this matter, but other Filipino workers also moved closer, wanting to hear the Americans' answers.

Perhaps for the sake of cigarettes, the first sailor looked around, pointed to a row of telephone poles on the pier, and spoke to Joshua in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you don't cross that line, you're safe."

Joshua nodded quickly and gave the other party half of the remaining pack of cigarettes. They were stolen from the foreman anyway, so he didn’t feel bad.

Zuo Zhong's eyes paused on the telephone pole for a moment, and he took a puff of his cigarette. A map was automatically generated in his mind and marked on it.

Of course he knew that the so-called German submarines were rumors. A certain bearded wolf pack had not yet been fully formed and was unable to travel far across the ocean to stir up trouble in the Pacific.

But rumors are just rumors, as long as the location of the defensive parking area is known.

The sailor received the cigarette and smiled happily. He looked around again and told Joshua another piece of news.

"Don't go to Ford Island for no special reason. 50 new fighter jets have recently arrived from the mainland. All personnel entering Ford Island must undergo ONI review.

You know, those damn secret agents were rude, and it's a good thing Oahu isn't the mainland, otherwise Mr. Hoover would have put the checkpoints on the warships, hahaha. "

Dai's colleague, the first director of the FBI, Edgar Hoover, has a worrying reputation among the American people. To say he is notorious is putting it mildly, and it is more accurate to say he can stop crying at night.

This represents the American attitude towards the secret intelligence agencies - disgust and fear. It is politically correct to criticize Hoover, as long as the agents do not hear it.

Zuo Zhong had no intention of laughing at Mr. Hoover. He had obtained so much information at once, and even though he was indifferent to emotion and anger, he felt happy in his heart.

The situation of the mine protection network, the location of the mooring area, the location of the defensive anchorage area, and the number of reinforcements on Ford Island were all obtained. This trip was worthwhile!

Zuo Zhong stamped out his cigarette butts, got into the hole and returned to the dock amidst the sound of the work whistle, and once again wielded the sledgehammer. It was really hard to be a capitalist worker.

At six o'clock in the evening, Zuo Zhong, with a buzzing head and sore arms, followed the crowd out of the base gate.

Americans are not philanthropists. When they go to work, they send trucks to pick them up for efficiency. When they go back, they will naturally be gone. The workers can only walk back to the accommodation area.

This is also a good thing. Zuo Zhong got some information from other people on the way back, which further improved his understanding of Pearl Harbor.

After returning to the accommodation area, he said goodbye to Joshua and walked into an inconspicuous wooden shed.

After checking the marks in the room, he lit the oil lamp on the left center, took out the hand-drawn map of Pearl Harbor from the space and began to mark it, adding to the Japanese grand plan.

For the safety of his false identity, he will live here during this period and try to avoid going to downtown Honolulu to prevent him from meeting people who know "Kaichiro Minami".

As a businessman, it is normal for "Minami Kaichiro" to run around, and disappearing for a period of time will not arouse suspicion. It is enough for the Sucrose Trading Company to have Ozawa come forward.

After processing the collected information, Zuo Zhong went out and found a small restaurant. He greeted the customers familiarly and perfectly integrated into the Filipino Japanese community.

"Buzz buzz~~~"

The sound of huge propellers whizzed past the dock. Workers in the dock greeted the US military pilots in various dialects. The white foremen spit on the ground and muttered curses.

Zuo Zhong looked up at the roof of the shed, raised his hammer and smashed it down hard. This was already his tenth day lurking in the Pearl Harbor base.

During these ten days, he initially clarified the division of functional areas within the base, the location of air and sea security forces, and the locations of material, ammunition, and fuel warehouses. The hand-drawn map became more and more detailed.

In addition, with the help of exchanges with US sailors, he also collected the names, acting styles, and approximate work and rest times of many US ship commanders.

It was time to retreat. After smashing a red rivet into the hull, Zuo Zhong had the idea of ​​​​leaving. There was no point in staying here anymore. All that was left was just water grinding.

Even if the warships and personnel of the Pacific Fleet are mobilized in the future, the overall situation of the base will not change. By maintaining continuous surveillance from the commanding heights of the mountain, the mission of the Japanese military headquarters can be completed.

If the Japanese launch a sneak attack according to the time of the previous life, it will still be more than a year from now, and he will not have time to accompany the Japanese. Ozawa should be able to take over this matter.

There should be, right?

Zuo Zhong thought about it and suddenly became a little unsure. The other party was very familiar with the U.S. Navy. His theory was sound, but he was short on actions. If he was exposed, he would be in trouble.

Forget it, I'd better teach Ozawa step by step for a while.

He reluctantly made a decision. The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor must not go wrong. The Republic of China needs a war between Japan and the United States, and the people of the world need the end of Uncle Sam.

Looking at the setting sun filtering through the crack of the dock door, Zuo Zhong put down his hammer, picked up his belongings, and left quickly. It was time for "Jayomar" to disappear.