Codename Doctor, Moved to Hong Kong

Chapter 72: Garde Wants to Invest in Northern Myanmar

Gard's full name is Bentley duPont Gard.

According to the American naming habits, it can be seen that the Gard and DuPont families are related by blood.

If Americans add a name in the middle of a given name, it is usually the name of the parents or grandparents, or the surname of the mother or grandmother, or something like religious belief.

Gard's name is obviously the surname of his mother or grandmother.

When talking about the wealthy aristocrats in America, many people will think of the two major families, the Rothschild family and the Rockefeller family.

In fact, the DuPont family is not inferior to these two families at all. It is a family that started with gunpowder. Currently, DuPont's main business scope is also concentrated in industrial and mining enterprises.

"Do you mind if I arrange for someone to investigate?" Garde asked cautiously.

“Of course I don’t mind, but after you finish your inspection, our cooperation model may change.

In addition, I want the 20,000 Garand semi-automatic rifles and one million bullets now. Put them together with the goods I want and I will take them all away!
Please help me transport the armored vehicles and tanks to northern Myanmar, and I will arrange for someone to pick them up." Zhang Chaoyang said.

Before Zhang Chaoyang came, he contacted Gard via telegram and ordered a large amount of medicines, kerosene, gasoline, diesel, as well as steel wires and profiles from Gard.

In addition, I asked Gard to help me contact and purchase a ship.

"Of course there is no problem. As long as you have money, these are not a problem!" Gard shrugged.

"Money is certainly not a problem!" Zhang Chaoyang said with a smile.

"That's no problem!" Gard said with a smile.

"It's a pleasure to work with you!" Zhang Chaoyang shook hands with Gard and said with a smile.

“Happy to work with!
"Okay, dear Zhang, you take a rest first, I'll treat you to dinner tonight!" After shaking hands with Zhang Chaoyang, Garde said goodbye and left.

After seeing Gard off, Zhang Chaoyang took out a cigar and slowly lit it.

Garde can still be trusted. He is a pure man who can even sell his soul as long as there is benefit and enough profit!

Zhang Chaoyang waited for a while before he got up and picked up the phone. He made a few calls, as if reminiscing about the past. After a few brief conversations, he hung up.

After finishing the call, Zhang Chaoyang put the cigar in the ashtray, turned and walked into the master bedroom, threw himself on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Even if he had five times the human limit of physical fitness, he would still feel something similar, especially the mental pressure when facing death, which would make him physically and mentally tired.

Also having to deal with jet lag.

So, at this time, the best thing to do is to have a good sleep.

Zhang Chaoyang didn't know how long he slept when he was woken up by the doorbell.

I looked outside through the door mirror and saw it was Garde.

Only then did Zhang Chaoyang open the door.

"Dear Zhang, I'm going to treat you to a big meal. To use the words of your country, it's a welcome dinner for you!"

"Thank you!" Zhang Chaoyang said with a smile.

I called Bao Yugang and others to enjoy an Italian meal together in the restaurant of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

The country of Italy performed very funny during World War I and World War II, and enjoyed betraying their teammates.

However, its cuisine is second only to that of China.

After enjoying a sumptuous meal, Zhang Chaoyang rejected Gard's suggestion to go out and find a place to have a drink and went straight back to his room.

After returning to the room, Zhang Chaoyang went to bed and took a nap. It was past ten o'clock before he quietly left the room.

Arriving at the lobby on the first floor, Zhang Chaoyang went into the bathroom, changed his clothes, and then left the hotel.

After walking out of the hotel, Zhang Chaoyang opened a car at random on the roadside, pulled out the ignition wire from under the dashboard, connected it, and started the car smoothly.

I drove to Brooklyn, parked the car on the side of the road, and walked into an alley.

"Hi, sir, good evening!" Zhang Chaoyang was stopped by several black people as soon as he walked into the alley. One of the black people greeted him politely.

If you didn't look at the pistol and dagger in his hands, you would think he was greeting an acquaintance.

"Good evening!" Zhang Chaoyang looked at the other person quietly.

"Sir, do you mind if I lend you some money?" the black man who had just spoken asked in a nagging tone.

"Don't mind!" Zhang Chaoyang shrugged. He didn't expect that he would be robbed as soon as he came out.

In free America, shootings happen every day. This did not start in the 21st century, but began long before World War I.

It should be said that shooting in America has never stopped since the Civil War.

"Everyone, I'm here to see Boss Sander. I'm his friend!" Zhang Chaoyang said slowly.

"Are you looking for Boss Sander? Are you his friend?" The black man who spoke at the beginning looked Zhang Chaoyang up and down and seemed very skeptical about what he said.

"Yes!" Zhang Chaoyang nodded.

"When did Boss Sandel have a white friend like you?"

"You can take me to see him, and then you will know if I am lying to you!"

"Leave the money and you can go in!

Besides, this suit is great, let’s keep it together!”

"Okay!" Zhang Chaoyang shook his head helplessly. Why didn't he listen when he was talked to nicely?
As soon as he finished speaking, a Browning with a silencer appeared in his hand, and before the black men could react, he fired five shots.

After firing the gun, Zhang Chaoyang put away the pistol and continued walking forward.

Five corpses were left behind, each with a blasted head.

"Who are you?" After walking more than a hundred meters, three black men with guns came out from the roadside.

"I've found Boss Sander and made an appointment with him!" Zhang Chaoyang replied calmly.

"follow me!"

These are Sander's real subordinates. The ones just now were just thugs on the periphery who made a living by stealing and robbing.

Zhang Chaoyang said nothing and followed the burly black man into a bar.

The bar was very lively. A girl who was dressed very scantily, with only three small pieces of cloth covering her private parts, was twisting her body on the stage to the manic music. A group of people below the stage were shouting and whistling from time to time.

Everyone ignored Zhang Chaoyang who walked in and continued shouting wildly.

Zhang Chaoyang followed the burly black man upstairs and after several inspections, he arrived at a room on the third floor.

The burly black man stepped forward and whispered something in Sandel's ear.

Sander waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

Soon, Zhang Chaoyang and Sander were the only ones left in the room.

"who are you?"

"I come from the Tang Dynasty in the East!" Zhang Chaoyang said with a faint smile.

"Boss!" Sandel stood up and gave Zhang Chaoyang a hug in surprise.

"It seems that you are doing very well!" Zhang Chaoyang said with a smile after sitting down.

"Hehe, according to the boss's orders, I am now in charge of most of Brooklyn!" Sander said very immodestly.

(End of this chapter)