Chapter 221 Conflict
Midway Island, the US military’s new submarine base.
In front of the restaurant, more than thirty U.S. troops were using a "short assault" method to finish the tomatoes and meat sauce pasta on their plates. Then these people immediately pounced on the vegetable salad beside them with unsatisfied intentions. This unseemly eating appearance attracted frequent glances from the staff on the side, but the soldiers no longer cared much about it.
No way, these people haven't had much real food in the month since they were captured, and they were so hungry that they were naked. After the Tanikaze was rescued, although they had food, because they escaped in the middle of the night, the supplies were not complete, especially vegetables. During this period of time at sea, they had rice with sea fish almost every day, so it was possible to see them "serious" It’s understandable that I’m a little emotional about food.
Footsteps sounded, and Colonel Evans Carlson led a group of people into the restaurant.
When they saw the commander coming, the soldiers stood up and saluted, but they were reluctant to put down the tableware in their hands.
"Gentlemen, you are heroes! America will remember you." After the colonel returned the greeting to the others, he took a dinner plate and sat among the soldiers.
The colonel's adjutant, Franklin Roosevelt Jr., had long been accustomed to it, and he also picked up a dinner plate and sat over, but the other young man looked at the sticky pasta sauce in the vat and frowned, and just pulled it. Grab a chair and sit down casually.
Evans Carlson was a charismatic guy who ate with the soldiers, told crude jokes, and even whispered with the soldiers about the figure of the nurses at the base.
“Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!”
"Really? Sir, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard!"
"After listening to what you said, I want to go to the nurse's station and get an injection now."
< br>The soldiers laughed loudly, and Franklin Roosevelt Jr. looked on. He now understood very well why his father asked him to follow this man.
"If you want to be a good politician, you have to learn more from Calvin." This is what the president's father said to him before departure.
However, in this atmosphere, a disharmonious scene also happened.
Bang! A dinner plate was swept to the floor, and the red juice on it splashed all over the floor.
The surrendered Japanese soldiers huddled in the corner at a loss. The leader, Kojiro Iiguni, had tomato juice splashed on his face, and it dripped down like blood. His right eye was obviously blue. It was a punch.
"Why are there Japanese eating in our restaurant!" The second lieutenant asked loudly in the restaurant before, and wiped the fisted hand with a handkerchief in disgust.
The other rescued soldiers felt a little embarrassed. They hated the Japanese along the way, but they had to admit that these guys were very honest on the way and played a key role several times.
So these soldiers made a neutral choice, and everyone continued to eat in silence.
"Um, please calm down. These are surrendered people who laid down their weapons. You shouldn't..." Reporter Charles stood up and wanted to give some advice.
"If you are a prisoner, you should be locked up for inspection first, instead of eating with us here." The second lieutenant retorted directly, and then waved his fist again at Kojiro who gave up resistance on the opposite side.
Pop! One hand grasped the ensign's fist in the air.
"They are not prisoners of the US military, but mine." A voice came from the side, and He Chi stood among several people.
The second lieutenant glanced at He Chi's sergeant's uniform and Asian face, and said sternly, "Get out of here! Do you want to attack the commander?!"
After these words were spoken, the second lieutenant felt that the atmosphere around him was different.
The American soldiers who just had nothing to do with them all stood up one by one and stood behind the Asians in front of them with unkind expressions. Hostility was revealed in everyone's eyes. "Damn it! Why are they protecting this Asian? Are their minds broken?" the second lieutenant cursed in his mind.
The pressure on his hands was getting bigger and bigger. He Chi grabbed the second lieutenant’s hand so that he could not move any further. In desperation, the second lieutenant uttered a thoughtless sentence: “Fuck! Is that possible? You yellow-skinned monkey want to protect the same kind of people?"
Bang! ! ! ! The scenery in front of the second lieutenant suddenly rotated! His back hit the floor hard, and he was instantly pushed to the ground by the other party.
A silver revolver was pressed directly against his forehead.
"Take back your bastard words and apologize! Otherwise I will smash your head!" The other party stared at him with cold eyes.
"You, you, you dare to point a gun at me! You..." The second lieutenant originally wanted to say something cruel, but the cold barrel of the gun made him stop the word starting with F that was already on his lips. Swallowed it back.
Despite this, the second lieutenant still gritted his teeth and said, "This is a military camp. I don't believe you dare to shoot."
"Want to give it a try? I'll give you 3 seconds to think about it. ”
Click! He Chi moved the pistol's hammer to the back.
Everyone is paying attention to the situation here. Colonel Carlson also looked here, but did not stop it.
In fact, He Chi only said a number, and the second lieutenant's psychological defense collapsed.
"I apologize! I take back the stupid words I just said." After the second lieutenant said these words, he was so humiliated that he seemed to have lost all strength in his body.
Wow! The pistol on his forehead was put back, and after two twists of the gun, it disappeared directly into the palm of He Chi. Even the experienced Colonel Carlson could not see it clearly.
"Let's forget it this time. I just asked you to keep your mouth shut." He Chi reached into the other person's pocket and pulled out a wad of U.S. dollars. "This is change."
After He Chi said Without looking back, Ike threw the dollar bill to Iida Kojiro behind him.
"Gentlemen, I think this farce should be over. Gentleman, I apologize for the rudeness of my adjutant." Colonel Carlson stepped forward and intentionally or unintentionally blocked the second lieutenant behind him. open.
"Sir, can you talk to me alone?" Colonel Carlson gestured to the small room aside.
He Chi nodded and followed.
After walking into the house and closing the door, the colonel turned around and said, "Can you show me your gun?"
Wow, the silver-white gun appeared in He Chi's hand like magic, but He Chi didn't Instead of handing it over, he held the handle of the gun upside down and showed it to the colonel, and then the pistol disappeared without a trace again.
“It’s so beautiful!” The colonel exclaimed in admiration. He didn’t know whether he was talking about the gun or He Chi’s flowing technique just now.
“Sir, I only started to get involved in intelligence work the year before last. My colleagues once told me that there was a great colleague in the UK. The reward for him from the Germans was already mentioned at 500,000 yuan. He has a pistol similar to yours." The colonel pulled up a chair and sat down, and then said, "Do you know him?"
He Chi also pulled up a chair and sat down, and then handed over a note, "You can contact the British intelligence officer in Southeast Asia." , those with a higher level will know me.”
(End of this chapter)