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Chapter 1474 Equator Miracle (First update, please subscribe)
I'm in Surabaya, just got off the plane.

Why is this place so prosperous?

Yukio Mishima, who was in Surabaya, couldn't help but have such a question in his mind. As a writer, he didn't know anything about economics, but the prosperity of Surabaya was an ironclad fact.
In fact, in the past six months, Yukio Mishima has been conducting investigations in various parts of Southeast Asia. He wants to understand this "enemy" and its weaknesses.

And Surabaya was his last stop.

Looking at the bustling city in front of him, Yukio Mishima's expression was complicated, and he didn't even know how to describe his inner feelings.

Although Surabaya is only a special city, it is regarded as part of the "Equatorial Miracle". This is why people talk about the "Equatorial Miracle" with great relish, because this miracle is not limited to one region, but includes multiple countries and regions. It is led by Borneo and symbolized by the economic take-off of multiple regions.

It is for this reason that people call it the "Equatorial Miracle" and some even link it to the post-war reconstruction of Western Europe to show the brilliant achievements made by this economic construction miracle. Although these places are far from Western European countries, it does not prevent people from imagining a better future.

During this journey, whether in Malaysia, Star City, or Mindanao, he saw a rather prosperous side. Although not as prosperous as Borneo, it was far more prosperous than the Philippines and other places. It was also such a visit that allowed him to see the complete "Equatorial Miracle"!
Originally, Yukio Mishima planned to go to Saigon, but he adjusted his plans because of the military coup there.

"What makes them so prosperous?"

Yukio Mishima frowned. In fact, he had already got the answer. The reason why these places were so prosperous was because they relied on foreign investment and those sweatshops. In fact, there were many sweatshops in these places, but for Japan, even if they wanted to introduce sweatshops, they didn't have much chance.

"this is the truth."

In the hotel room, Zhu Anda, who was sitting in front of Yukio Mishima, pointed to the factory in the distance and said:

"You see, there are millions of people working in those factories here, but outside of Surabaya, there are millions of people struggling in refugee camps, who want to sell their blood and sweat but have no chance to do so. This is the reality."

"Yes, just like in Japan, for many Japanese, being able to work in sweatshops is simply the best thing. If they leave the sweatshops, they will starve and die..."

If there was anyone with whom Yukio Mishima could talk freely, it was Juanda, a person whom he considered a confidant. They first met in Manila, and at first, they just knew each other at a party.

In Manila, there are all kinds of people.

In Yukio Mishima's view, it was simply the breeding ground for all the ugly phenomena in the world, including the corruption of government officials, the greed of businessmen, and the active confrontation between left-wing and right-wing elements.

It was all this that brought the two together.

Once, when the two were chatting casually, Mishima Yukio asked Juanda why he did not stay in Surabaya but went to Manila. At first he was evasive, but later he told the truth.

"I am the only Javanese in Surabaya..."

He left the words unfinished.

“The Javanese will always be seen as outsiders in Java, right?”

Yukio Mishima asked knowingly.

Zhu Anda said nothing. Mishima Yukio spoke his mind.

Mishima Yukio looked at him and didn't say anything. In the past few months, he has been traveling around Southeast Asia, saying it was traveling, but in fact he was looking for like-minded people.

And Juanda is one of them.

But in Surabaya, they are outsiders.

“Here, we have the possibility to convert and become like them.”

Zhuanda said with certainty.

“But people’s memories cannot be erased. Here, once you are born Javanese, you will always be Javanese,” Juanda said.

“Born a Javanese, you are an outsider all your life.”

Recalling the past when the two knew each other, Yamashima Yukio said:
"For us, we should even thank them, thank them for exploiting us with sweatshops, and thank them for giving us the opportunity to be exploited!"

"this is the truth!"

At this time, someone knocked on the door. Yukio Mishima was startled by the sound, as frightened as a wild animal discovered by a hunter. Then, he walked to the door cautiously.

"Who?"

"Open the door, it's me."

This is Ibrahim's voice.

Yukio Mishima opened the door slowly and said, "No one is following you."

"No……"

Ibrahim entered the room, looked at Juanda and Mishima Yukio, and said:

"I have already contacted the seller, he can sell us weapons! And they are the latest weapons AK47!"

"Really? Well done!"

Zhu Anda said excitedly:

"When can they deliver? Where?"

"He won't say, but not now, and not here."

"Definitely not here, here, there are police everywhere."

In the past few days in Surabaya, what Yukio Mishima felt most was that there were really a lot of military police here. The streets were full of patrolling military police, and there were military police vehicles at every few intersections. Most of those military police used M1 carbines. According to Zhu Anda and others, in Surabaya, if a public security incident occurred, the military police could arrive within 5 minutes and control the situation before it escalated. Trading arms in such a place is simply courting death, Yukio Mishima said:
"They should be outside of Surabaya. By the way, how are we going to transport the weapons away?"

"We will do the deal right here in Surabaya. They will help us load the weapons onto cargo ships and ship them back to Japan!"

Yukio Mishima came to Surabaya not only for inspection but also for purchasing weapons. Although weapons could be purchased in the Philippines, they were not only old but also expensive. However, it was different in Surabaya. The weapons here were not only much cheaper but also new weapons such as the Soviet-made AK47.

This is not because Surabaya produces weapons, but because it is located in a war zone. In the past few years, Jakarta has been in a civil war. Although the Jakarta authorities have received support from the Soviet Union, they have not been able to eliminate local opposition. In order to help the Jakarta authorities eliminate local forces, the Soviet Union provided them with a large amount of arms. A large amount of Soviet arms poured in, and some weapons were seized by local forces, while others flowed into the black market.

Surabaya is an extremely special area where both the Jakarta authorities and local forces can carry out activities. There are some active black market traders here, and some arms brokers can even get tanks as long as they have money. And around those people, there are some small arms dealers who don't think one or two are too little, and they don't think one or two hundred are too much.

In short, as long as you have money, you can buy everything you need here.

As a well-known writer, Yukio Mishima happened to have no shortage of money, so they completed the deal almost immediately. On the day the deal was completed, Yukio Mishima, Zhu Anda and others flew back to Japan.

About half a month later, Yukio Mishima, Zhuanda and others entered the room and closed the door.

Their men were surrounded by wooden boxes stacked four or five layers high. Morita Bisheng said to Mishima:
"I'm sorry for the delay of two days and the customs stopped it."

Yamashima Yukio whispered in Japanese,

"Have they noticed us?"

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"Of course not. Those people just want money. Just give them the money."

"That's good."

As he spoke, he had already opened the wooden box in front of him. He lowered his head to take a closer look and saw that the Type 77 submachine gun was a little worn out. The magazine and the large barrel silencer had been removed, and it looked like a bare piece.

This submachine gun has only 17 parts, the submachine gun with the fewest parts in the world. Although it has a simple structure, its performance is outstanding. Although only a few hundred thousand were produced during World War II, it was copied by many countries and regions after the war. The "secret" of its widespread copying is that all its mechanisms are manufactured with extremely large tolerances - except for the fuselage, no parts are numbered and are completely interchangeable.

Although it is not known whether this submachine gun is originally produced by Karl Metal, after playing with it for a while, Yukio Mishima said:

"I never thought there was anything that the Excellency couldn't do."

The reason he said this was because everyone knew that he designed this high-performance submachine gun in one night.

"It's a pity that such a person is not Japanese... How unfortunate!"

The "misfortune" in Yukio Mishima's mind of course refers to Japan's misfortune, not only because he is not Japanese, but also because of his hostility towards Japan.

"Okay, that's it."

Yukino Mishima smiled coldly.

"With this thing, we can teach everyone a profound lesson."

Zhuanda walked past him and picked up the Type 77 submachine gun.

"Good eyesight, Mishima."

There was a hint of approval in his voice. He opened several other wooden boxes containing the accessories of the Type 77 submachine gun and carefully picked out a silencer that had been used many times and a bullet box with bullets clicking inside and a little worn out.

He put the gun in Yukio Yamashima's hand and stared at him with his two grey eyes motionless.

"Try it out, brother. If this well-used gun is in good condition, then the rest will be fine, too. They were bought in the same batch."

He opened another wooden box and took out four grenades at random. Mellark stretched out his slender fingers to grasp these dark green Soviet-made grenades and pressed them tightly against his bony chest.

"That's a difficult problem for you," said Yukio Yamashima.

"We need to try to make the explosion go unnoticed. Maybe we can conduct the test at the seaside."

He pulled out a Kalashnikov and clicked into its bent magazine, which was dented and worn from frequent use.

Yukio Yamashima held up his Kalashnikov, took aim, and said:
"Before you act, you must not attract other people's attention."

"This is easy to handle,"

Morita Bisheng took the gun from him, lifted it to test its weight, turned around and took out a coat from the side. He slung the gun belt over his shoulder so that the gun was covered tightly by the clothes.

“You won’t be able to see it this way!”

"Yes, then you won't be able to see it..."

……

That evening, in a yard outside Tokyo, several people stood there.

Zhuanda looked coldly at the other two people in front of him. Like him, the two brothers from Java had motionless eyes that originally revealed an arrogant and indifferent look, but now showed more rebelliousness. They were now ready, they were ready to sacrifice.

Now he has completed his mission.

"I wish you two success."

Zhuanda said, then looked at the two brothers and gave them each a hug.

"May...Ra bless you to complete the mission successfully."

(End of this chapter)