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Chapter 1308 You can get out now

United States Washington.

In the corridor of a luxury hotel, Gu Qi whispered to Zuo Zhong: "Deputy Commander, you are finally here. The brothers are very worried about your safety."

The two walked on the soft Persian carpet and talked as they went towards the hotel restaurant. The waiters passing by stepped aside and lowered their heads when they saw them.

For the sake of confidentiality and security, the Military Control Commission booked all the rooms. The hotel must give due respect to such a generous guest. Skin color is only for poor people.

"What are you worried about?" Zuo Zhong shook his head and said calmly, "Tokyo is not a den of dragons and tigers."

"Of course." Gu Qi bowed slightly, and Ma P said casually: "If you come in person, it will definitely be successful. Everyone is already waiting in the restaurant to welcome you, Chunyang, and Miss He. Please come in."

As he spoke, he pushed open two walnut doors. The luxurious decoration in the room behind the doors made Zuo Chong raise his eyebrows, and then the two of them walked in.

After meal.

Everyone sat down beside the fireplace. He Yijun lit the firewood. The dim light and the jumping flames made people feel drowsy.

Gucci spoke first, reporting on the implementation of the Liverpool and New York missions.

After bombing the Glaxo pharmaceutical factory, they took an Atlantic cruise to New York and, with the help of the power of the Military Control Commission in the United States, successfully taught Pfizer a lesson.

Zuo Zhong heard this and asked, "What is the reaction of the US police and the FBI?"

Pfizer's influence in the United States is self-evident. If such an important factory is destroyed, the other party will definitely investigate.

Gucci smiled and said, "As you instructed, we entered the country using diplomatic passports, so the police and the FBI dared not do anything."

"Don't be careless. Mr. Hoover is not a rule-abiding man." Zuo Zhong used tongs to stir the firewood, and the flames in the fireplace became more intense.

An ambitious person who dares to collect the privacy of American politicians will not give up the investigation just because of a diplomatic passport. As long as there are enough benefits, the other party will definitely have the courage to detain the "diplomats" of the Republic of China.

Gucci nodded to indicate that he understood. Although the possibility of the Americans turning against him was small, he had taken this into consideration, otherwise he would not have rented such a large hotel.

Unlike undercover missions, the more high-profile they are now, the safer they are. Once the FBI arrests someone, the news will immediately make headlines.

After checking in, Gui Youguang and Song Minghao led people to conduct a thorough security check of the hotel to ensure that there were no eavesdropping devices in areas where people were active.

After discussing the completed mission, Gu Qi asked Zuo Zhong about the purpose of their visit to Washington.

When they parted in New Zealand, Zuo Zhong said that Washington had an important mission, but he did not specify the specific content of the mission.

Zuo Zhong took a document from He Yijun and handed it to Gu Qi, asking them to circulate it among themselves. The document contained detailed information about Japan's impending attack on Pearl Harbor, including his actions in Honolulu.

Everyone finished reading it quickly, and Gu Qi looked at Zuo Zhong in confusion: "Second Commander, should we alert the Americans?"

Zuo Zhong shook his head. If it was just a reminder that they didn't need to come to the United States, would Americans trust the National Government? Just thinking about it would be impossible.

He pulled out a map of Washington and tapped the location of the Japanese Embassy: "Two things, keep an eye on the Japanese Embassy's every move and monitor their capital flow."

The others were confused and didn't understand the reason for doing this. Did the deputy commander want to attack the Japanese embassy? Then why did he need to monitor the flow of funds?

But no matter what, the order must be carried out.

The next day, Gucci and Wu Chunyang went to a street in the District of Columbia and rented an office using their public identities.

From this office, one can clearly see the interior of the Japanese Embassy, ​​even the ambassador's room, making it an ideal surveillance point.

In the following days, several small spies entered the area under the pretext of raising war funds and conducted 24-hour surveillance of the Japanese embassy.

In comparison, the flow of funds in the Japanese Embassy was more difficult to determine, so Wu Chunyang could only use a stupid method - waiting in the bank where the Japanese Embassy's funds were opened.

According to U.S. banking regulations, any large amount of money changes must be personally attended by the chief financial officer. As long as the financial officer of the Japanese Embassy appears at the bank, it means that there is something wrong with the embassy's account.

Wu Chunyang stood at the door of the bank, handing out leaflets to raise war funds to passers-by, and his eyes kept scanning the crowd, especially the customers entering the bank.

The news that a group of Republic of China people were active around the Japanese Embassy was quickly delivered to the FBI headquarters, the Justice Department building on Pennsylvania Avenue.

Commissioner Smith, who was in charge of East Asia, immediately called his senior agents and gave orders in a very blunt tone.

"Agent Wesson, go warn those Republicans. I don't want to see them and the Japanese gunning down the streets of Washington. Do you understand?"

Commissioner Smith has a typical Anglo-Saxon elite face, with a strong build, fair skin, blue eyes and a protruding hooked nose, which gives off an oppressive feeling.

The Agent Wesson he was talking about had his eyes drooped and a bitter look on his face, his hair was messy and curled up in a ball, and his suit was wrinkled, as if it had not been washed in many days.

Hearing the order from his immediate superior, Agent Wesson nodded lazily, turned and walked out of the office and clapped his hands.

"Guys, I need some help. The commissioner asked us to go and greet the people of the Republic of China. It's a very simple task. Anyone interested?"

All the FBI agents on standby raised their hands. This kind of task was easy and perfect for killing time.

In this way, Wei Sen led his men to the office and bank rented by the Military Control Commission and negotiated with Gu Qi and Wu Chunyang. The negotiation process was quite pleasant.

The two sides reiterated the neutrality of the United States and promised not to engage in armed activities in the United States, and the matter ended. However, when leaving Gucci, Wesson pointed at the telescope in front of the office window and pointed at his eyes with two fingers together.

Gucci smiled without saying anything and politely sent the other person away. They were all in the same industry and there was no need to talk about many things.

The FBI not only interviewed Gucci and others, but also deployed surveillance personnel outside the fundraising office and bank. Although there were only a few people, it showed its attitude.

Zuo Chong learned about the FBI's actions and just smiled faintly. They were not here to kill anyone, and the FBI could not keep an eye on his men.

The time came to May 1941.

Japanese Ambassador to the United States Saburo Nomura and his assistant visited Roosevelt, who said he had never given up hope of achieving a peaceful resolution to the Japan-US conflict.

But Japan's recent occupation of French India, its troop movements to the south, and its hostile rhetoric have poured cold water on the American government and people.

Saburo Nomura expressed his sincere apologies and promised that he would convey Roosevelt's opinions to Tokyo to ensure that Japan and the United States would not go to war.

After this private meeting of pretense and negotiation, Roosevelt set the principles of "warning, preparation, surveillance, and suspicion" for the military, and sent warnings to MacArthur and other generals in Southeast Asia that Japan might use force.

The Americans believed they had successfully confused the Japanese, and the Japanese were fully prepared for battle.

The main force of the Combined Fleet had left its home port several days ago and was speeding towards Honolulu. The fleet maintained radio silence throughout the journey, completely cutting off contact with Tokyo.

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The day before the surprise attack, Ozawa, who stayed in Honolulu to monitor the US Pacific Fleet, sent a telegram for the last time and then left Honolulu by boat.

As the hero of the attack plan, a promotion order and a new military uniform were waiting for him in Tokyo.

火奴鲁鲁时间，1941年12月7日，清晨6点30分。

The Japanese attack fleet moved into attack position approximately 230 miles from Pearl Harbor.

Navy Lieutenant Commander Mitsuo Fuchida, as the commander-in-chief of the Air Force attack force, issued an "attack" order, and 183 fighters and bombers took off.

Half a world away, at 11:30 a.m. Washington time, the Japanese Embassy in the United States received a secret message with only a few words: Plan Z begins.

Ambassador Saburo Nomura calmly walked up to the staff and announced that the secret codes would be destroyed and the deposits would be transferred as planned.

The Military Intelligence Bureau surveillance personnel across the street discovered the abnormality at the first time. Thick smoke was billowing out of the windows of the Japanese Embassy, ​​attracting many citizens to stop and watch, and some were preparing to call the fire department.

Soon, two cars drove out of the embassy, ​​one heading to the US Presidential Palace and the other to the bank.

Inside the Military Control Station's surveillance point, Gu Qi lowered the blinds, picked up the phone and said, "Action!"

After saying this, he raised his hand to look at his watch with a serious expression. Now he knew the content of Washington's mission, which was to delay the time for the Japanese to submit their declaration of war.

This task is not difficult. The key is to control the time. If it is too early, it will arouse the vigilance of the Japanese. If it is too late, the action will be meaningless.

Outside the bank.

The financial officer of the Japanese Embassy got out of the car and was about to walk up the stairs into the hall when suddenly, a roar of an engine and screams came from behind him.

The financial officer turned his head in confusion, only to see a truck coming straight towards him. Before he could react, the truck ran over him.

The blood left a long trail on the concrete floor. The truck driver jumped out of the car and ran quickly into the panicked crowd. The patrolling police officer suddenly woke up and blew the whistle.

As the Japanese Embassy headed toward the White House, Saburo Nomura took a deep breath and clutched the briefcase on his knees.

When they were still several blocks away from the White House, more than a dozen cars suddenly rushed out and completely blocked the intersection ahead. The embassy car stopped suddenly and Saburo Nomura's head hit the front seat heavily.

Regardless of his headache, he loudly asked the driver: "What's going on?"

"Your Excellency the Ambassador, someone is blocking the road and the vehicle cannot pass!" the driver replied anxiously.

Amid the sound of horns, a dozen masked men twisted the key hard, got out of the car, pulled out daggers and stabbed the tires several times. Their movements were in unison, and they disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the increasingly long traffic, Saburo Nomura's face turned pale, and then he ran towards the White House like a madman, still holding his briefcase in his hand.

7:55 am, Honolulu time.

The first Japanese bomb exploded near the seaplane runway on Ford Island, and Mitsuo Fuchida, flying a Type 97 carrier-based attack plane over Pearl Harbor, issued a "thump, thump, thump" signal, signaling an all-out assault.

Below the Japanese attack aircraft group, the neatly arranged Pacific Fleet was like lambs to be slaughtered. The Americans' happy time was over.

Twenty minutes later.

1:15 p.m. Washington time.

A breathless Saburo Nomura rushed into the office of the US Secretary of State to hand in a declaration of war, but what awaited him was humiliation and roars from the other side.

"In my more than 50 years of diplomatic career, I have never seen a document that is more full of lies and distortions of facts than this note."

"I have never imagined that there is such a government on this earth that can tell lies without regard for the facts. Now, you can get out!"

A declaration of war that was 20 minutes late turned the "attack" into a sneak attack and completely angered the world's number one industrial power. Saburo Nomura looked despairing.