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Chapter 1290 I don’t want to pay, but I want the information
On the way back to the Japanese safe house from the zoo, Saburo Iguchi looked at Ryosuke Hase who was driving and talked non-stop.

"Hase-kun, I need an explanation. The number you wrote on the note is not enough to get the Republic of China to sell the technical data. We must get penicillin at all costs!"

Half a month ago, after receiving the phone call, Hase reported the matter to Tokyo. In order to obtain penicillin, the Japanese cabinet, which had always been stingy, was unusually generous and allocated a large amount of funds.

As long as it wasn't excessive, Hase could decide on his own bid, but the number he had just written on the paper was far lower than the authority given by Tokyo.

Saburo Iguchi couldn't understand why Ryosuke Hase was so stingy when he had the chance to buy the information with money. It was said that when he was in Shanghai, he was famous for spending money lavishly.

But Hase Ryosuke remained silent and drove Iguchi back to the safe house. Tongsuo, Xing Hanliang and Wu Sibao immediately went to greet them.

"Your Excellency, the Chief of the Agency, Your Excellency, Iguchi."

"Go to the conference room, I have something important to announce." After getting out of the car, Ryosuke Hase quickly walked into the safe house with an expressionless face.

When Tongsuo and the other two saw Hase's look, they knew that something big must have happened, so they hurried to catch up with him, and Iguchi Saburo followed closely behind.

The group sat down in the conference room. Changhe reported the situation of the auction and asked everyone about their opinions on the matter, especially Xing Hanliang, after all, he was Zuo Zhong's good friend.

Tongsuo and Xing Hanliang breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Zuo Chong had come to Australia. The feeling of isolation and helplessness they had felt because of going overseas was gone.

All the spies present looked at Xing Hanliang. Xing Hanliang thought for a moment and said, "Based on my understanding of Zuo Zhong, he would never sell penicillin to the Empire, but he might sell it to the Germans.

He is a typical nationalist who has no good feelings towards the Red Russia and the underground party. Using drugs to enhance the strength of the Germans and hold back the Red Russia is beneficial to the mountain city.

If what I said really happened, then the information is likely to be true. At the same time, selling penicillin to the Germans can also sow discord between the Reich and the Germans. This is a plan to kill three with two peaches. "

"Yoshi, what Xing-san said is exactly what I wanted to say." Hase Ryosuke clapped his hands and swept his sharp eyes over everyone: "So I want to ask you a question. I don't want to pay the money, but I still want the information. What should I do?"

When Wu Sibao heard this, he immediately became motivated. It was just a case of gangsters robbing gangsters. He had done similar things many times when he was hanging out in the Shanghai underworld.

He quickly raised his hand and shouted, "Report to the Director, we can rob the Germans again, but we must prevent the Military Control Commission from interfering."

Hase Ryosuke patted Wu Sibao on the shoulder and turned to Iguchi Saburo: "Mr. Iguchi, what do you think? The last failure was because we ignored the existence of the Military Control Commission. This time it won't happen again.

Xing Sang is right. No matter how tempting the price we offer, Zuo Zhong will not hand over penicillin to the empire, so I just filled in a number at random.

Of course, taking action is the last resort. If the Germans are smart enough, they may contact us without us having to take action. After all, cooperation is beneficial to both sides."

Saburo Iguchi always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was. Since coming to Australia, it seemed as if an invisible hand was pushing them forward.

After a few seconds of silence, Iguchi pointed out that they had lost too many men in the battle half a month ago, and it would be difficult for the remaining men to launch a surprise attack on the Germans, and the other side would certainly be on high alert.

"I have already applied for tactical support from Tokyo, and the support personnel will arrive in Melbourne tomorrow." Hase Ryosuke was full of confidence, calculating how much reward Fat Tiger would give him this time.

Intelligence can be exchanged for money, and so can well-trained intelligence personnel.

People are going to die anyway, so instead of dying in vain somewhere else, these people might as well contribute to his South American estate.

Tongsuo and Xing Hanliang watched the whole process coldly. Although they didn’t know Zuo Zhong’s plan, they knew that the Japanese had definitely fallen into the trap without realizing it. “They” would have to stay away from the devils next to avoid being splattered with blood.
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Mu He sat upright in a chair. The room was pitch black. The occasional car lights outside the house shone through the window, across the wall, and illuminated the ceiling with a crystal chandelier.

"Tuk-tuk. Tuk-tuk."

His fingers tapped on the table, making crisp sounds, and many scenes flashed through Mu Hyul's mind, including the encounter half a month ago and the scene at the auction.

It is not difficult to guess what the Military Control Commission and Mr. Zuo are planning. The winner of the auction will definitely be Germany, and the Japanese will certainly find a way to snatch the auction items from them. But who says that one strain of bacteria cannot be divided into two?
Mu He raised the corner of his mouth. As allies, Japan and Germany have common interests in many aspects. The other party should be happy to exchange penicillin information and strains for money.

He reached out and rang the bell on the table. A German agent quickly appeared, and Mu He's cold voice sounded: "Find the Japanese and tell them I want to make a deal with them."

The agent took the order and left. The room returned to silence. Mu He thought for a moment and called the chief of the police station in the German residential area.

It's not that Abwehr has no arrangements in Australia. If the Military Intelligence Bureau trades according to the agreement, then he can let the other party go. If the Military Intelligence Bureau wants to do the same as last time, Mu He sneered.
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Three days later.

Zuo Chong placed a suitcase in front of Mu He, Hase Ryosuke, and Iguchi Saburo, then took out a test tube from it and showed it to the three of them, his tone full of temptation.

"Look, everyone. This is the latest type of penicillin. With just one tube, it can be reproduced on a large scale under suitable conditions. According to the tests of our technicians, it is more effective than the current penicillin. The disadvantage is that it may cause muscle cramps, vomiting, rashes, and a certain chance of allergies."

Ryosuke Hase turned to look at Saburo Iguchi, wanting to hear his professional opinion. Saburo Iguchi nodded slightly, indicating that there was nothing wrong with what Zuo Chong said.

In fact, if Zuo Zhongyi said that this kind of penicillin had no side effects, Iguchi would just get up and leave. Japanese medical institutions have been engaged in research on penicillin and are very clear about its pharmacological effects.

Even high-quality penicillin produced by American pharmaceutical companies can cause allergies. Mu He knew this very well, and he looked at the test tube with a fiery gaze.

Zuo Zhong chuckled and put the test tube back into the sponge storage area. He then pointed to the documents and medicine bottles in the briefcase, indicating that these were samples, culture medium formulas, and process flows for large-scale production.

With the strength of Japan and Germany, with this box, they can achieve industrial production of penicillin in a very short time.

Jingkou glanced at the suitcase greedily, but he knew very well that the Republic of China people would not give the suitcase to them, and Zuo Zhong's next words proved his guess.

"According to the last offer, Germany has obtained all the information and physical objects of the new penicillin. Congratulations, Mr. Muhe. Where is the money?"

Zuo Zhong rubbed his fingers with a smile, Mu He nodded, and immediately two German agents came over carrying a wooden box. One of them opened the lid of the box, revealing a box full of British pounds.

After blowing a whistle, Zuo Zhong picked up a stack of banknotes and passed them through his hands. The pleasant rustling sound rang in everyone's ears.

Hase Ryosuke swallowed hard, his eyes were turning red. How much land could he buy with so much money? Damn German tycoon!

Mu He was very satisfied with the reactions of the Japanese and the Republic of China, and made a request without losing any time: "Germany has shown its sincerity. Mr. Zuo, you should also prove the authenticity of the strains and materials for me."

Zuo Zhong chuckled and shook the pounds in his hand. "I heard that your country has a Bernhard plan, which is to produce counterfeit currency to disrupt the financial order of the United Kingdom. You call this counterfeit currency the white pound, right?"

The smile on Muh's face disappeared instantly. Of course the Bernhard Plan existed, but it was top secret and only some high-ranking officials in the empire knew about it.

The workers responsible for producing white pounds were all Jews in concentration camps and were completely isolated from the outside world. How did the Military Control Commission know about this?

The scene fell into silence. Hase blinked and his vision became clear again. It turned out to be fake pounds. That was fine.

Mu He was shocked and wanted to deny it, but Zuo Zhong threw the money back into the box and ordered the little spy to carry the box down, mumbling to himself as if he was talking to himself.

"If even Swiss banks can't tell the difference between banknotes, then it doesn't matter if they're real or fake. The same goes for bacteria and information. Mr. Muh, do you think what I said makes sense?"

In Mu He's eyes, Zuo Chong, with his white teeth showing, looked like a man-eating monster. The first batch of white pounds had just passed the inspection of the Swiss Bank a few weeks ago, and the other party actually knew about this. Is there a mole from the Military Control Commission among the top leaders of the empire?

Countless speculations filled Mu He's mind. He tried his best to explain: "I'm sorry, I don't know what a white pound is. Mr. Zuo, can we leave now?"

"Please go ahead." Zuo Zhong raised his right hand as a gesture of farewell, smiling very happily.

Mu Hyul walked out of the courtyard quickly with his suitcase and his men, but a word from behind made him stumble and almost fall.

"Tell the police chief outside to get out of here immediately, or the news that your country is building a counterfeit banknote factory in Sachsenhausen will appear in British newspapers tomorrow."

Zuo Zhong sent away the fleeing Germans and slowly moved his gaze to the Japanese group. When he saw Iguchi Saburo, his smile suddenly disappeared and he shouted coldly, "You Guang, come out and greet the guests."

"What are you doing? Two countries at war don't kill envoys!"

Jingkou, the executioner whose hands were stained with the blood of the people of the Republic of China, panicked and tried to stand up to resist, but was immediately pushed back onto the stool by the little spy.

Gui Youguang walked out slowly after hearing the order, took out a dagger from the pile of wombat feces, and thrust it into the arm of the wellhead, causing the man to scream in pain.

Zuo Zhong took a sip of tea and spat out the tea foam with a "Puh" sound: "You are a doctor, not an envoy. If you want to live, go find the Germans. This is a good opportunity to test the authenticity of the medicine. Don't think that Zuo doesn't know about your deal."

"Hmph! See you later." Hase Ryosuke pretended to say something harsh, then staggered away holding onto the wellhead. He gestured a number with his hands behind his back, reminding Zuo Chong not to forget the promised reward.

When the Japanese were far away, Gui Youguang stretched his bald head in front of Zuo Zhong and asked anxiously, "Commander-in-Chief, you are not really going to sell penicillin to the Germans and Japanese, are you?"

Zuo Chong remained noncommittal. Regardless of whether the medicine was real or fake, Iguchi Saburo would definitely not survive. He would have to live in endless pain for the next few years or even decades, and it would also harm his descendants, if this beast had descendants.

(End of this chapter)