Cicada Moving

Chapter 1192 I can’t carry it!

 Red Mountain was originally a ridge near the Pearl Harbor base. As the situation in the Pacific became tense, the US military hollowed out the entire mountainside and built a strategic oil depot.

 This is a huge fuel storage facility with 20 ultra-large oil tanks inside, with a total capacity of 250 million gallons. It can provide fuel support for the ships and aircraft of the Pacific Fleet for at least half a year.

Such an important strategic location, even the careless Americans have invested a large amount of security forces here to prevent enemy destruction.

After learning that Japanese espionage activities were rampant, the U.S. military's vigilance against the Hongshan Oil Depot reached the point where every soldier was on guard. It can be described as one post at three steps and one sentinel at five steps.

 All Japanese, including Japanese sailors in the navy, are prohibited from approaching the area where the oil depot is located, and violators will be handed over to the military police.

 You mean democracy? Democracy depends on the object and skin color.

US military police and policemen will still have concerns when dealing with the Angsa people, but when it comes to a group of immigrants who are third-class citizens, gun butts and military boots are democracy.

A few days after Zuoshige and Ozawa received the order from Tokyo, a car with a U.S. military license plate appeared in front of the heavily guarded Hongshan Oil Depot.

The gendarme with the MP armband on his arm stopped the car, looked at the front and rear rows of the vehicle, leaned over and said to the driver.

“Sir, I need to see the permission document and your ID.”

While this person was speaking, the M2 heavy machine gun not far away was slowly shaking, and the 12.7-caliber barrel was pointed at the car in the distance.

The driver took out his ID and permit documents. Nathan Hall, the director of ONI Oahu in the back seat, also handed his ID to the military police and took a look out the window.

Wherever he looked, there were heavily armed patrol soldiers. Although they looked a little lazy, they were numerous.

The military police took a look at the two Hals, carefully checked the permission document, checked it again on the registration form in their hand, and said "let them go" at the checkpoint.

The wooden railing in front of the car was raised, and the car quickly drove through the gate of the oil depot, turned along the road and disappeared among the green trees.

After driving another few hundred meters and passing three inspections, Nathan Hall, wearing the rank of major, got off the car in front of the main entrance of the oil depot and gave an American military salute to a lieutenant colonel.

“Good afternoon, sir, I have been ordered to check the safety situation in the oil depot.”

 “Hello, Major Hal.”

The lieutenant colonel put his right hands together in front of the brim of his hat and shook it. He replied slowly, and then without further words, he led Hal towards the entrance of the oil depot.

Even though the two were the highest-ranking officers in the U.S. military present, and even the lieutenant colonel was the commander of the oil depot guarding force, the two still handed over their guns and all their belongings before entering the oil depot.

 After the inspection, the one-meter-thick pure steel door slowly opened under the push of an electric motor. Due to changes in air pressure, a cool breeze mixed with the smell of fuel blew out from the cave.

Nathan Hal rubbed his nose and followed the lieutenant colonel in. As soon as the two entered, the steel door closed.

 Behind the steel door, the tall semicircular passage was extremely quiet, with explosion-proof lights emitting dim light. There were several steel rails on the ground extending toward the interior of the cave.

“Major, you have to stay away from the rails. If the spikes on the soles of your feet collide with the rails and send out sparks, we both have to go to God.

 Because of this, the transport vehicles here are all powered by electricity, and the wheels are also covered with special rubber, which is not only quiet but also safer. "

 The Lieutenant Colonel's tone was humorous, but his expression was serious. This was related to their safety and that of the entire oil depot.

Nathan Hal is not a soldier who has not graduated from high school. He knows the power of a spark in a closed space filled with oil and gas, and he immediately carefully avoids the rails.

Seeing his reaction, the lieutenant colonel walked deeper into the passage and introduced the situation of the oil depot to him with a very proud tone.

“Major, what you see in front of you is the largest artificial oil depot in the world. Currently, 10 of the 20 oil tanks have been filled, and the remaining 10 oil tanks will be filled before next month.”

Nathan Hal could not understand the other party's mood. As an intelligence officer, in his eyes, 20 oil tanks filled with fuel were 20 bombs that could explode at any time. Otherwise, he would not have to apply to the headquarters for inspection.

Hal forced a smile and asked: "Sir, how thick is the bunker above the oil depot, and can it withstand heavy bomb attacks? Can the surrounding bunkers be dug through?"

 Hearing that Hal dared to question his major, the lieutenant colonel was unhappy and answered in a very affirmative tone.

“Mr. Major, this joke is not funny. If someone wants to dig through a three-hundred-meter-thick mountain, he must be daydreaming.

There is no heavy bomb that can penetrate the tens of meters thick covering soil. We can't do it, and the Japanese can't do it even more. The Hongshan Oil Depot is indestructible! "

Nathan Hal shrugged, not wanting to waste time with the other party on such a meaningless question.

However, the 300-meter-thick mountain and the dozens of meters-thick covering soil can indeed ensure the basic safety of the oil depot, but it is only basic safety.

There is no indestructible fortress in the world. If the staff of the oil depot rebel, no matter how thick the mountains and covering soil are, it will have no effect, and he came here to prevent this from happening.

The lieutenant colonel still didn’t know that the guest had already set his sights on himself and his subordinates. He continued to introduce various safety facilities in the oil depot, showing off in his words.

 The commanding heights near Pearl Harbor. Zuo Zhong held the glass bottle and took a sip of the Coke in the bottle. He observed the warning situation of the oil depot for a while, then turned and left.

Through surveillance and outside inquiries, he can now confirm that it is basically impossible to sneak into the oil depot, and the difference in skin color is enough to offset all efforts.

Yellow people can't even get close to the oil depot, let alone go in. They are afraid that they will be sent to prison by the military police to enjoy the iron fist of capitalism as soon as they reach the gate.

It is not realistic to bribe the staff. The U.S. Navy's military pay and treatment are notoriously good, which is completely different from the poor Japanese.

Let’s not talk about whether the Japanese are willing to spend huge sums of money to bribe grassroots officers and soldiers of the US military. Even if they are willing to do so, if they want to instigate rebellion, they must still have interviews.

 Informed sources revealed that the staff at the Hongshan Oil Depot are rotated only once every six months. After finishing their work, they all return to the United States for vacation, and there is no chance of contact at all.

 The outside is loose and the inside is tight. This is the situation of the Hongshan Oil Depot. The situation is a bit tricky.

Zuo Zhong gnashed his teeth and drove the old car that made no sound except the horn all the way back to the trading company. He met Ozawa who was about to go out.

Seeing him come back, Ozawa bowed and said: "Nan Jiajun, I want to go out to run some business, and the trading company will leave it to you, Aligado."

Are you going to explore the US military commander's residence? Zuo Zhong knew clearly. After watching Ozawa swaggering into the crowd, he frowned and made a decision.

“Oh, I have to go out for a while. Just work hard and close the door at normal times.”

Zuo Zhong slapped his forehead, as if he had forgotten something important, and hurriedly ordered the newly recruited clerk. After speaking, he quickly walked out of the sugar trading company and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The streets are crowded with people, the sound of hawkers can be heard constantly, and people of all kinds come and go.

More than ten minutes later, in a coffee shop less than a hundred meters away from the trading company, Zuo Zhong, who had changed his appearance, sat down by the window and looked in the direction of the trading company with his peripheral vision.

It's not that he is suspicious, it's just that Ozawa can't reassure people. If the other party misses the trail while following the American officer, the trading company will be 100% exposed, so it's better to monitor him from a distance for a period of time.

When Zuo Zhong drank his fifth cup of coffee, a figure appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun. When he went out, Ozawa Chuan, in a straight suit, was breathing heavily, and his collar had already been loosened, looking very embarrassed.

 “Dong dong dong.”

 Raising his hand and knocking on the door a few times, Ozawachuan scratched his head with a blank expression. Didn't "Nan Jiajun" come back when he went out? Why is no one answering the door now?

In doubt, he took out his key and walked into the trading company, found a chair and sat down, drinking water while waiting for the financial owner and temporary boss.

Zuo Zhong saw Ozawa entering the trading company from a distance and did not choose to go back immediately. Instead, he patiently monitored Ozawa for a while to ensure that there was no follower behind Ozawa.

If there is an ONI agent, then he can only choose to send Ozawa "back home" and immediately retreat from Oahu.

A small steamer flying the British flag is waiting in the north of the island, ready to pick him up at any time. This is a military route and has nothing to do with the Japanese.

In short, no matter what, the U.S. government must not be allowed to know that the deputy director of the National Military Command is involved in espionage activities on Oahu.

 So when necessary, he could only say sorry to Ozawa, and at worst, he would spend more paper money on the other party in the future. He was so loyal to someone.

 As night fell, Zuo Zhong drank the cold coffee in one gulp, put down a few bills, stood up and walked out of the coffee shop, walked around a few more times, and then appeared in the cane sugar trading company.

 "Nan Jiajun, you go..."

 “Close the door and go up and speak.”

 Interrupted Ozawa's question, pointed to the upper floor, closed the door behind his back, and went up to the second floor in a few steps.

The two sat face to face in the room. Ozawa, who didn't know he had become bait, reported excitedly.

“Nan Jiajun, I have gained a lot today. I found that all the senior officers of the Pacific Fleet live together, just southeast of Pearl Harbor.

As I guessed, all the houses have mailboxes with names on the lawns. In order to facilitate movement, I want to rent a house nearby tomorrow. "

  Yohe, they will take the initiative to find things to do.

Zuo Zhong was a little surprised. He pondered for a moment and nodded, agreeing to Ozawa's request. Huolununu is indeed a bit far from Pearl Harbor.

 But thinking about the other party's behavior when he left today, he tapped his fingers on the table a few times, stared at him and whispered a reminder.

“You have signs of military training when you walk, which is very dangerous. I suggest you exercise strenuously before going out before tracking and collecting intelligence.

Doing this will make your movements slightly deformed, and you will no longer have such a strong military flavor. So let's do it. If anything happens, let me know in time. "

Zuo Zhong has not taken care of subordinates who need hand-to-hand guidance for a long time, and he is also tired.

At this moment, he understood very well the brigade commander's mood when he went to Annan to be a consultant. He couldn't take him with him, he couldn't take him with him at all!

Hand gritted his teeth and cursed Hase Ryosuke in his mind, Zuo Zhong picked up the newspaper on the table and thought about his mission, a hint of inspiration looming.