"Just out of curiosity, why did you arrest McFarlane?"

"This is a core secret. How could I possibly tell you?"

"That's right. Then help me think of a way to get five hundred Garand rifles."

"What?"

The spy frowned.

Once again, I feel like I can’t keep up with Zhang Yong’s thinking.

Garand rifle?

Five hundred?

What are you doing here?

Rifles are useful...

"McFarland is a salesman for Springfield Company. But he told me last time that he would not sell less than 5,000 pieces..."

"You wouldn't make up an order. Would you like Springfield to give you a sample first?"

"Sample? Five hundred pieces? Is that okay?"

"You can give a deposit of several thousand dollars. Just receive the deposit."

"right."

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Enlightened.

In fact, the operation is not difficult.

If you foolishly only buy 500 pieces, others will of course be too lazy to deliver them.

Springfield Company is also the leader among small arms arms dealers. They will not accept an order for 500 Garand rifles at all. But, what if it is 50,000?

If you tell the other party, I want to order 50,000 Garand rifles. Please give me a deposit first. You can give me a battalion of samples, about 500 rifles. We can get familiar with them first. The other party may ship the goods. Maybe even send

People guide you. After you get 500 samples, say sorry to the other party, and then cancel the order...

Although it may lose some credibility, but...

Wait. Actually, we can say we have to wait. Funds are being raised.

It is only three years since the outbreak of World War II, marked by Germany's invasion of Poland.

For the international arms trade, three years is actually a short time.

What he wants to do now is not to cancel the order, but to find ways to get the goods. To get more goods.

Otherwise, after September 1939, the arms export trade of the beautiful country was fully tightened, and it would not be easy to buy anymore. The production of Garand rifles was not high, and the beautiful country's own military equipment was not enough. Poor Navy Ma Run

, fourth-class people, had to wait until after 1943 to get the Garand. Before, they had to pull the big lock.

So, lack of money!

Very short of money! Money money money!

No matter what I buy, I am very short of money. Tens of thousands of dollars is not enough.

Really, for the arms trade, anything less than one million US dollars is an unremarkable business. Other arms companies may not take a fancy to it.

At present, the price of Garand rifles is very scary. It costs about 100 US dollars each. For one million US dollars, that is 10,000 rifles. For a huge army that can easily reach millions, 10,000 rifles

It doesn't matter at all.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong's purpose is just to equip the Fourth Air Police Regiment and create a beggar's version of the Air Service Regiment. It can only perform some special tasks. It can be competent in small-scale battles. Don't even think about other things. He is like this

It's impossible for a small person to do it.

"How can I make more money?" Zhang Yong asked seriously.

"You ask me?" The spy's eyes were confused.

Baga! What a freak!

Clear and stupid eyes!

But he was caught by him. Damn it!

"I have no experience." Zhang Yong said honestly, "You are going to die anyway, so just talking to me is a good deed."

"A good thing? You're overthinking it." The spy sneered.

"If you don't tell me, then I will let you go back."

"What?"

"If you don't say anything, I will let you go back. You can go."

"What?"

The spy was stunned again.

Then, he realized a very scary problem.

He has no way out.

Even if you let him go back, he can't go back.

Because the result of going back is to be silenced.

The kidnapping has been exposed and even made it into the newspapers...

etc!

newspaper?

Not necessarily true...

Maybe Zhang Yong is just scaring himself...

"Extra!"

"Extra!"

“American businessmen were beaten by the Japanese!”

“American businessmen were beaten by the Japanese!”

"Extra!"

"Extra!"

Suddenly, the newsboy's shout came from outside.

The spy turned his head reflexively and looked at the newsboy running outside. Then he turned to look at Zhang Yong.

His eyes seemed to say, Did you arrange this? To scare me?

"I gave you the money." Zhang Yong misunderstood and nodded directly, "So, the number went out very quickly."

He waved his hand to his subordinates at the door, signaling them to go out and buy a few extra orders and come in.

Soon, a copy of the order, smelling of ink, was placed in front of the spy.

Mimeographed.

There was no time to turn on the printing press.

Directly mimeograph and seize the market.

The picture above is a bit blurry.

But, for a spy, that's enough. He is a smart man. He knows what is happening.

It was in the newspapers...

Everyone knows...

It is estimated that tomorrow's newspaper headlines will all be about the kidnapping of an American businessman.

Public opinion is likely to further ferment because Zhang Yong spent money. The purpose of spending money is, of course, to make the matter bigger and cause trouble all over the world. Everyone who caused the trouble knows it.

Then……

There's no after that.

As the instigator, there is no way he can survive.

Either he committed seppuku on his own initiative, or he was silenced by his own people. Then the Military Ministry and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs firmly refused to admit it.

Which one will he choose?

"Have a good sleep at night." Zhang Yong stood up.

Very busy.

We still have to catch the seventh spy.

The spy in front of me probably won't commit suicide or go back.
To be continued...