Cicada Moving

Chapter 1308 You can get out now

Washington, USA.

In the corridor of a luxury hotel, Gu Qi whispered to Zuo Zhong: "Vice-in-Chief, you have finally arrived. The brothers are all worried about your safety."

The two walked on the soft Persian carpet and walked to the hotel restaurant while talking. When the waiters passing by saw this, they stepped aside and stood with their heads down.

For the sake of confidentiality and safety, the military commander has booked all the rooms. For guests who are so generous, the hotel must show due respect. The skin color is for a poor guy.

"What are you worried about?" Zuo Zhong shook his head and said calmly: "Tokyo is not a dragon's den or a tiger's den."

"That's natural." Gu Qi bowed slightly, and Ma P came casually: "If you do it yourself, it will be successful immediately. Everyone is already waiting in the restaurant, ready to help you and Miss Chunyang and He. Please. "

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

After meal.

Everyone sat down next to the fireplace, and He Yijun lit the firewood. The dim light and the jumping flames made people feel a little drowsy.

Gucci spoke first and reported on the implementation of the tasks in Liverpool and New York.

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

Zuo Zhong heard this and asked: "What is the reaction of the American police and FBI?"

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

Gu Qi smiled: "According to your instructions, we use diplomatic passports when entering the country. The police and FBI dare not do anything."

"Don't be careless, that Mr. Hoover is not a stickler for rules." Zuo Zhong used the tongs to stir the firewood, and the fire in the fireplace became brighter.

A careerist 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 interests, 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 falling out was very small, he had considered it, otherwise he would not have rented such a large hotel.

Unlike latent missions, the higher their profile, the safer they are now. Once the FBI arrests someone, the news will immediately hit the headlines.

After checking in, Gui Youguang and Song Minghao also led people to conduct a thorough security inspection of the hotel to ensure that there were no monitoring devices in the area where people moved.

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

When leaving in New Zealand, Zuo Zhong said that Washington has important tasks, but did not explain the specific content of the tasks.

Zuo Zhong took a document from He Yijun and handed it to Gu Qi, asking several people to circulate it to each other. The document contained detailed information about Japan's upcoming attack on Pearl Harbor, including his actions in Honolulu.

Everyone finished reading quickly, and Gu Qi looked at Zuo Zhong doubtfully: "Vice-in-Chief, do we want to remind the Americans?"

Zuo Zhong shook his head. If it was just a reminder that they did not need to come to the United States, and would Americans trust the government? Thinking about it, it was impossible.

He took out a map of Washington and tapped the location of the Japanese Embassy: "Two things, pay attention to every move of the Japanese Embassy, ​​and monitor the other party's capital flow."

The rest of the people were confused and didn't understand the reason for doing this. Could it be that the deputy minister wanted to attack the Japanese embassy, ​​so 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, you 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 stationed here on the grounds of raising war funds and conducted 24-hour surveillance of the Japanese Embassy.

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

According to the regulations of the Bank of America, changes in large amounts of funds must be personally attended by the financial person in charge. As long as the financial officer of the Japanese Embassy appears in the bank, it means that there is something wrong with the embassy account.

Wu Chunyang stood at the door of the bank, handing flyers to raise war funds to passers-by, and kept scanning the crowd, especially the guests entering the bank.

News that a group of Republican people were operating around the Japanese Embassy was quickly sent to the FBI headquarters, the Department of Justice building on Pennsylvania Avenue.

Commissioner Smith, who was in charge of the East Asia region, immediately called his senior agents and issued the order in a very stiff tone.

"Agent Wesson, you go and warn those Republican guys. I don't want to see them shoot out with the Japanese on the streets of Washington. Do you understand?"

Commissioner Smith has a standard face of the Angsa elite, with a strong build, fair skin, blue eyes and a protruding aquiline nose that is very oppressive.

The Agent Wesson he was talking about had his eyes lowered and a grimace on his face, his hair was messy and curled up, and his suit was wrinkled, as if it hadn't been washed for many days.

Upon 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 helpers. The commissioner asked us to greet the people of the Republic of China. It's a very simple task. Does anyone sign up?"

All the FBI agents on standby raised their hands. This kind of task couldn't be easier, and it was perfect for passing the time.

In this way, Weisen took people to the office space and bank rented by Juntong respectively, and negotiated with Gu Qi and Wu Chunyang. The negotiation process was quite pleasant.

The two sides reiterated the neutral position of the United States and promised not to engage in armed activities in the United States, and that was how the matter ended. But when leaving Gucci, Wesson clicked on the telescope in front of the office window, and pointed at his eyes with his fingers together.

Gu Qi smiled and said nothing, and politely sent the other party away. We were all traveling together, and there was no need to reveal many things.

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

When Zuo Zhong learned about the FBI's actions, he also just smiled lightly. They were not here to kill people, and the FBI couldn't keep an eye on his men.

Time enters December 1941.

Japanese Ambassador to the United States Saburo Nomura and his assistants visited Roosevelt. Roosevelt said that he had never given up hope of peacefully resolving conflicts between Japan and the United States.

However, Japan recently occupied French India, mobilized troops to the south, and made hostile remarks. These actions have poured cold water on the U.S. government and people.

Saburo Nomura sincerely expressed his apology 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 fictitious private meeting, Roosevelt set the principle of "warning, preparation, monitoring, and suspicion" for the military, and also sent a warning to MacArthur and other generals in Southeast Asia that Japan might use force.

The Americans believed that they had successfully confused the Japanese, and the Japanese were ready for all battles.

The main force of the combined fleet had left its home port a few days ago and was speeding towards Honolulu. The fleet maintained radio silence throughout the entire process, completely cutting off contact with Tokyo.

The day before the sneak attack plan, Ozawa, who stayed in Honolulu to monitor the U.S. Pacific Fleet, sent a message for the last time and then left Honolulu by ship.

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

Honolulu time, December 7, 1941, 6:30 in the morning.

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's 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 coded 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 transferred as planned.

The military surveillance personnel across the road immediately discovered the anomaly. Thick smoke billowed out of the windows of the Japanese Embassy, ​​which attracted many citizens to stop and watch, and some people were preparing to call the fire alarm.

Not long after, two cars drove out of the embassy, ​​one heading to the US Presidential Palace and the other heading to the bank.

At the military surveillance point, Gu Qi lowered the blinds, picked up the phone and said: "Action!"

After speaking, he raised his hand to look at his watch with a solemn expression. He now knew the content of Washington's mission and delayed 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 stepped out of the car and was about to enter the hall through the steps. Suddenly, a burst of engine roar and screams came from behind.

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

Blood left a long trail of blood on the concrete floor. The truck driver jumped out of the car and ran quickly into the panicked crowd. The patrolling policeman woke up from a dream and blew his whistle.

On the way to the White House from the Japanese Embassy, ​​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 jumped out, completely blocking the intersection in front of them. The embassy car came to an emergency stop, and Saburo Nomura's head hit the front seat hard.

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

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

Amidst the honking of horns, a dozen masked men broke the keys with force, got out of the car, took out daggers and stabbed the tires several times, with uniform movements, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the longer and longer traffic, Saburo Nomura turned pale, and then ran to the White House like crazy, not forgetting to hold the briefcase in his hand.

Honolulu time, 7:55 a.m.

The first Japanese bomb exploded near the seaplane runway at Ford Island. Mitsuo Fuchida piloted the Type 97 naval attack ship and sent the "burst, burst, burst" signal over Pearl Harbor, which represented an all-military assault.

Below the Japanese assault fleet, the neatly arranged Pacific Fleet was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The happy time of the Americans was over.

Twenty minutes later.

Washington time, 1:15 p.m.

The panting Saburo Nomura rushed into the office of the US Secretary of State to submit a declaration of war, but what awaited him was humiliation and roaring from the other party.

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

"I have never dared to imagine that there is such a government on this earth that can tell such a big lie regardless of the facts. Now, you can get out!"

A declaration of war 20 minutes late turned the "offensive" into a sneak attack and completely angered the world's largest industrial power. Saburo Nomura looked desperate.