Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Fang Lang, who returned to the bridge, once again asked the battle center, sonar and lookout posts, but found nothing unusual. He couldn't help but sigh, this is a real old fox, knowing that the enemy is nearby, but can't find him.

This feeling was really bad. Fang Lang had no choice but to rely on his intuition again. He took the telescope and started searching on the sea again. He searched and searched, but found nothing except that he felt that the Harry was still dangerous.<

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Time passed little by little, and Fang Lang's eyes were always fixed on the Harry that was parked quietly in place, watching the Harry rise and fall with the waves.

The House once again approached the stern of the Harry. Alarm bells rang in Fang Lang's heart, and he had to order the House to turn again. At the same time, Fang Lang finally understood where his uneasiness came from.

He couldn't help but lament the cunningness of this enemy. Fang Lang, who had already made a guess in his mind, did not hesitate and returned directly to the bridge and connected the Harry's communication:

"Duarte, please answer when you receive it."

"Boss, Duarte received it!"

"Immediately send the personnel responsible for dropping depth bombs on the Harry back to their posts and order them to drop twenty depth bombs on me directly according to the minimum depth and medium depth."

"Understood, boss, execute immediately."

Duarte understood what Fang Lang meant. He suspected that there was another submarine hiding directly under the Harry.

After the order was issued, Fang Lang once again ordered the naval guns on the House to aim at the waters near the Harry, looking for German U-boats that might show up at any time.

Just as the guns on the House were aimed at the vicinity of the Harry, the depth charges on the Harry began to be dropped. Soon the sea near the Harry began to boil.

Good news came from the sonar room on the House.

"Sir, the sound of propellers is coming from below the Harry, and the direction is the same as the Harry."

"Don't worry, since it is indeed as I expected, then he can't escape. This is just a desperate struggle, which is meaningless."

As expected by Fang Lang, the House's firepower was not needed at all. As the depth bombs on the Harry exploded one by one, one bomb finally hit the enemy. The sound of submarine explosions coming from the bottom of the sea made the Harry

They all jumped a little.

Soon, Duarte on the Harry connected the communication on the House and confirmed the result.

When Fang Lang reported the results of the victory on the communicator of the House, all the crew members of the House were inexplicably excited and clapped their hands to celebrate. The officers of the Harry on the ship were stunned.

No one expected that the remaining enemy submarine had been quietly lurking at the bottom of the Harry. If the crew of the House had not seized control of the Harry, this enemy would not have been eliminated so easily.

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For Fang Lang, it can be said that he has finally let go of the big stone in his heart. Now that the problem has been solved, of course it is time to report the battle situation and results to the command ship.

At this moment, de la Torre approached Fang Lang and expressed that Reinhardt wanted to talk to him.

Fang Lang did not refuse this simple request, and returned to the small conference room where he asked Reinhardt. He saw Reinhardt looking at the door anxiously. As soon as Fang Lang pushed open the door of the conference room, Reinhardt

He said impatiently:

"Major Fang, you sank the enemy. I didn't lie to you, right? You have to believe in my loyalty to the British Empire."

"Mr. Reinhardt, I never said you lied to me, nor did I doubt your loyalty to your British Empire. Why did you call me here? You might as well tell me."

Fang Lang didn't want to listen to this noble aristocrat of the British Empire's long speech, which was just a waste of time. Fang Lang even felt that Reinhardt was suitable to be a diplomat, so as to avoid the captain of the destroyer.

Seeing Fang Lang's impatient expression, Reinhardt could only end his tirade angrily, looked at Fang Lang sincerely and said:

"Fang, we are classmates. I wonder if, out of consideration for our classmates, you can let me borrow the telegraph machine on the ship to send a telegram to my father?"

"You know what your situation is now. Do you think your request is reasonable?"

Seeing the pleading expression on Reinhardt's face, Fang Lang wished he could pour a glass of water directly on his face to wake him up. As a detainee, if you still want to communicate with the outside world, isn't this a waste of money?

"Fang, you have to believe me. I will never do anything to hurt our friendship. I just want to inform my father about my situation. After all, I have made a serious mistake that will bring shame to my family.

, maybe my family will be implicated because of my surrender. Please help me no matter what."

Friendship, when did we have friendship? Fang Lang kept complaining about Reinhardt's shamelessness. At the same time, he began to look at Reinhardt seriously. From this point of view, this boy's family power is not simple!
If this is really the case, I am your savior! Shouldn't you express your gratitude?

"Oh! Mr. Reinhardt, I wonder if you can introduce your father's identity to me. After all, I have to weigh your father's weight and see if it's worth taking such a big risk."

Seeing that Fang Lang was showing signs of relenting, Reinhardt was very excited. If his leg hadn't been injured, he would have jumped up.

"Fang, my friend, I will never forget your friendship. My father is Fit Henderson, Deputy Chief of Staff of the Royal Navy of the British Empire. Three generations of my family have served the Royal Navy, and my grandfather almost

Become Lord of the Admiralty, so please believe in my loyalty to the British Empire."

Fang Lang didn't expect that this Reinhardt had such a big background. No wonder he was like a proud rooster, with eyes that almost reached the top of his head. He dared to snatch the tasks assigned by Lieutenant Colonel Beqi. Lieutenant Colonel Beqi

You can only admit it.

"Friendship, how much is friendship worth?"

Fang Lang said with a disdainful expression. Now Fang Lang finally understood that this kid had such a big background. If he really contacted his father, maybe the matter would be suppressed this time.

The credit for risking one’s life to rescue is not all lost.

Looking at Fang Lang's expression, Reinhardt couldn't help but be stunned. What do you mean? How much does friendship cost? Doesn't he know how beneficial it will be to gain his own friendship?

"Fang, you have to understand that my family has a strong influence in the British Empire. Gaining our family's friendship will make your career in the military smooth."

"Mr. Reinhardt, I think you have forgotten that I am the Brazilian Navy, not your British Navy. When will your British Navy be able to influence our Brazilian Navy?"

It was only then that Reinhardt realized, yes! The other party was not the Royal Navy, so this was embarrassing. It seemed that actual benefits would be given directly.

"Fang, one hundred thousand dollars, let me send a telegram, and you will gain the friendship of my family. You will definitely not lose anything."

From Reinhardt's point of view, one hundred thousand dollars is undoubtedly a huge sum of money. I don't believe that a Brazilian country man can withstand the test of such a huge sum of money.

It's a pity that Fang Lang's answer broke his confidence again.

"Isn't one hundred thousand dollars a lot? My family's business can reach one hundred thousand dollars every minute. Who are you looking down on!"

Fang Lang was shocked by Fang Lang's arrogant tone. What kind of business can cost up to one hundred thousand dollars every minute! Why do you want to be a soldier if you are so rich! Aren't you mentally ill?

"Fang, I'm sorry. I definitely didn't mean to look down on you. In this case, I don't know how you can allow me to contact my family."

Seeing that he really had no leverage to impress Fang Lang, he finally had no choice but to hand over the decision-making power to Fang Lang.

"Mr. Reinhardt, do you know what the consequences will be if I agree to you sending this telegram?"

Reinhardt has obviously not considered this issue. As a nobleman of the British Empire, his own interests are the most important. Shouldn't the interests of others give way to his own?

Seeing Reinhardt fall silent, Fang Lang spoke again:

"Since Mr. Reinhardt doesn't want to say it, let me tell you! If you contact your father, what will your father do for the benefit and honor of your family!

If you are not important in your family, then it would be the best choice to kill you directly, blow up the Harry, and make you a hero who sacrificed his life for the country.

If your position in the family is irreplaceable, then we insiders may never reach the British Empire. Are you sure I should ask you to send a telegram to contact your father?"