Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1424 Mission Statement

"Then will the power of the shell decrease accordingly?"

"No, the charge of explosives is more than the old-fashioned shells in the museum, and the explosive force is stronger." If Lin Shenhe was present, he would probably advocate the superiority of high-density cylindrical black powder.Xue Ziliang was too lazy to talk, and he didn't think much of Lingao's self-produced explosives, "The two shakes you just made are enough to blow a pirate's speedboat to pieces."

"It's a pity that there is no steam engine." The mercenary is always worried about things without engines.

"You don't have a place to fuel coal in Manila—someone in the industry has suggested installing a hot-bulb diesel engine for this boat as an experiment."

"I remember that the Planning Institute doesn't have diesel."

"There is one thing, it's okay to burn coconut oil, but after a long time of tossing around at the industrial port, the group of people said that the fuel pump can't handle it, so it's a mess." Xue Ziliang said regretfully, "This ship originally collapsed. Those who are indeed ready to use diesel engines have their seats reserved.”

What is the concept of a hot-bulb diesel engine? The former mercenaries neither knew nor were interested.Anyway, apart from the lack of a power system, everything on the Esmedara is satisfactory and impeccable.The fake earl returned to the captain's cabin with great interest.

"Having stayed here long enough. Let's go to Malata, the harbor is just big enough for the Esmedala. The important thing is that the count should be able to see his ship at a glance from the window of the villa."

"It's very interesting." Xue Ziliang sat cross-legged on the floor of Lando's study, the cork floor in front of him was covered by a large piece of canvas, and it was covered with all kinds of dilapidated metal scraps, all of which were from Manila according to the earl's instructions. Fragments of various spherical, conical shrapnel and flowering shells were secretly picked up from the artillery shooting range on the outskirts of the city.The broken cones are covered with rust spots, and the rifling marks are clearly visible on the remaining copper or lead expansion belts.

"Look at this thing, the Spaniard's Saturn V." Weiss grabbed a charred and black rocket wreck that was basically complete in appearance.If Lin Shenhe saw it, he would have recognized that it was an improved Congreve rocket, although the body of the rocket rolled out of iron sheet had a strange appearance, thick at the front and thin at the back, and the rocket body was fixed under the body. The guide rod was burned to the point where only a small section remained.Several rows of neat round holes can be seen on the nose cone, and the edges have been twisted and cracked by the high temperature. The incendiary agent in the warhead is sprayed out from here, and there are still traces of the mixture of sulfur and asphalt. .In fact, after being released from the artillery range, the rocket made a wrong turn in the air and plunged into the nearby village.When Kimide, dressed as a Chinese businessman, bought the "devil's fireworks" from the Tagalog peasant woman, she was still weeping bitterly over her hut that had been burned to ashes.

"Your friend should go to this ** to get a monthly salary of [-] U.S. dollars and make nuclear bombs for him. How can such a person risk his life to smuggle a few broken guns?"

"Damn it, Paul found Halle. I didn't know such a fellow existed in the world until he came on my boat. How about some more, rum or wine?"

"Rum, thank you. How much good stuff have you caught in Manila, my lord?"

Lando took the wet bottle of rum from a barrel full of well water, poured some into a glass, then added some guava juice to the wine, and finally topped it up with soda water.

"Unfortunately there is no ice here."

"I'm content with soda and rum, thankfully the Senate has always been 'world wide' in terms of enjoyment."

Xue Ziliang no longer slowly sipped the bubbling and ruby ​​wine in the glass, but raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.Putting down the cup, he opened the briefcase that he had never left since he disembarked, and handed Weiss a brown paper bag with a bright red seal on the seal: "Confidential, destroy it after reading it."

There were several documents from different titles in the kraft paper bag. The instructions Weiss received were far more complicated than he imagined. He had to establish regular radio contact with Lingao to find out in detail the military strength and economic status of the colonial authorities in Manila. He could see that Jiang's intelligence bureau was more interested in the latter than the former.Report the movements of the colonial authorities, the port information, and especially the information of the Manila Galleon; gather various intelligences about the situation in Europe from the colonial officials and merchants.He even tried to obtain permission to enter the inland for an exploration team from Lingao. Although the executive committee was unwilling to invest in the current attack on the Philippines, it had long coveted the mineral deposits under the archipelago.As for his former accomplices who may exist like ghosts, the intelligence agency issued an order: "Try to find out their existence", but "avoid active contact that may lead to self-exposure".

The rainy season in the Philippines came late this year, but it’s here anyway.Bean-sized raindrops hit the window panes, forming a waterfall of water.The Esmeralda anchored in a small bay near the fishing village, which was formed by a natural rock embankment extending from the coastline, just blocking the wind and waves coming from the northeast.

"How long can you stay here?"

"It won't last long, the Special Reconnaissance Command will call me back soon. You can give orders to the captain and the four members of the special reconnaissance team. The instructions they accept are to follow your dispatch in the Philippines, unless they receive an order from Lingao Here comes the new order."

Weiss stared out of the window, the rain curtain outside the glass window blurred his vision, the sails on the ship had been rolled up and tied neatly on the mastyard.A few figures in oilskin raincoats were vaguely visible walking back and forth on the deck, they were sailors on duty.

There was a banging sound coming from downstairs, which could be heard through the closed study door.The Chinese craftsmen in Manila are laying pipes in the garden under the heavy rain, and installing the newly transported washing equipment under the direction of the naturalized technicians who came with the boat.These investments are definitely not to add extravagance to himself. He thought that the villa under the name of Earl Van Nova would be used as an intelligence center against the Manila authorities and a trading post for Australians in the Philippines in the future.The Chinese in the Lingao Senate are as shrewd as the congressmen on Capitol Hill.In their eyes, the small boat that supported them was equivalent to an entire aircraft carrier battle group. Weisslando had to do something famous, otherwise he might face the questioning of the hearing with Jiang.

He stuffed the few orders back into the brown paper envelope, lit it with a lighter, and threw it into the fireplace.

"That Halle," Weiss watched as the paper was licked into ashes by the flames, "said he was from the United States, didn't you check him on the computer?"

"You're joking," Xue Ziliang said. "If there is a Japanese or Japanese-American named Hale in the archives of the ATF or the Immigration Bureau, of course I will have the impression. The problem is that there is no."

Xue Ziliang made a mistake. Although he did not remember a Japanese or Japanese-American named Hale, a Japanese-Brazilian student whose original name was Evaristo Rosa Okamoto could be found in the databases of the FBI and the Immigration Bureau. , a terrorist on the wanted list.

Xue Ziliang made a mistake. Although he did not remember a Japanese or Japanese-American named Hale, a Japanese-Brazilian student whose original name was Evaristo Rosa Okamoto could be found in the databases of the FBI and the Immigration Bureau. , a terrorist on the wanted list.

In 1974, 30-year-old Keiji Okamoto left his hometown with his wife and children, traveled across the ocean, and finally settled down in a village on the outskirts of Sao Paulo.Although the high tide of Japanese immigration after the war in the 70s had passed, no one in Brazil, which has more than 100 million Japanese and Japanese overseas Chinese, would pay much attention to the arrival of a new Japanese immigrant.It's just that as time went by, the local Japanese community gradually found that he was a difficult person to approach, and he especially didn't like dealing with immigrants from his own country.They didn't know that this farmer who claimed to be from Kumamoto was a distant relative of Kozo Okamoto, who became famous for shooting Tel Aviv International Airport a year ago, and that he immigrated to Brazil to avoid the police, which Keiji had been carefully concealing. down.His son's Portuguese name was given by his stepmother.In the third year of settling in Brazil, Keiji's wife died of illness. After living in widowhood for several years, he married a Brazilian mixed-race woman who believed in Catholicism, and added her surname to his son's name.

Xiao Okamoto grew up in this almost isolated farm, and was as silent as his father.In addition to doing farm work, he is self-taught and specializes in repairing cars and various agricultural machinery and equipment, which has won him a lot of praise among Japanese overseas Chinese in surrounding villages.And when Evaristo was admitted to the Florida Institute of Technology and went to the United States to study, it also caused a lot of shock among the local Japanese residents who have been farming for generations.

Evaristorosa Okamoto did not show any notable peculiarities during his degree.When the university professors and classmates were questioned by the federal agents, they could only recall a Japanese student of medium build, gentle and reticent; with excellent grades, in addition to majoring in mechanical engineering and chemical engineering, he was also interested in Eastern history. In addition to Japanese, I also taught myself Arabic.To finance a trip to Asia, he spent time off working for Union Pacific, restoring and maintaining antique steam locomotives, and his passion for the old machinery impressed railroad engineers.If it weren't for an occasional drug bust that led the police to seize detailed drawings of remote-controlled explosive devices and some fabricated parts from his apartment; he would continue to play the role of a harmless and good student.

(End of this chapter)