Chapter 308: The Beautiful Legend of Sicily

However, Tanavaro always insisted on ten thousand dollars.

A moment later, Zhang Yong helplessly smiled bitterly. This Italian, he really is single-minded!

He thinks this is Italy, and you can ask for whatever you want.

'Impossible,' Zhang Yong shook his head.

'You can ask for something else,' Tanavaro hinted.

'What else?'

'Think of something yourself.'

'I want arms. Can you get them?'

'What kind of arms do you want?'

'Mauser rifle ammunition. Calibre 7.92 x 57 mm. 30 million rounds. Do you have it?'

Zhang Yong spoke off the cuff.

He was just making things up. It was not to be taken seriously.

Let alone whether Tanavaro could get his hands on that many bullets. Even if he could, it would be impossible to transport them here.

'Ten million rounds.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Could it be that this Italian was serious?

Ten million rounds of ammunition?

If he could really do it, it wouldn't seem like a bad deal.

Two hundred rounds for one dollar, a very reasonable price. So he was a little suspicious.

Where would an Italian get that many rounds of ammunition?

And at such a bargain price?

'10 million rounds,' Tanavaro emphasises.

'Done,' Zhang Yong nods, 'but you have to tell me where you can get that many bullets.'

'We can produce them ourselves.'

'What?'

'We have an arms factory in Sicily. We can produce our own bullets.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong immediately thinks of the legendary Mafia.

Oh dear. This Tanavaro, could he be a Mafia member? Producing their own ammunition in Sicily?

That's impressive. It seems like they can really do it. And the cost is very low.

Because they don't use any official channels. They don't have to pay any taxes. The labour costs are also very low.

In fact, it's possible that the raw materials are even free.

Italy at this time also seemed to be in chaos. Mussolini's rise to power was also very dramatic.

After the Spanish Civil War, there was a steady supply of ammunition from outside. It seems that a considerable part of it also came from Italy. Good quality and low price. Sufficient supply.

To be honest, apart from being too far away from China, the other conditions are perfect.

'Fine, you can have all this opium.'

'You can take it whenever you like.'

Zhang Yong decided on the spot.

Ten million rifle bullets for 3,000 catties of opium was a bargain.

What he needed now was ammunition.

Or rather, what the whole country needed most was ammunition.

Once the deal was done, the ammunition would be shipped from Sicily, Italy. That was almost the end of the December 12th Incident.

By then, the anti-Japanese movement would have become the mainstream. Chiang Kai-shek would have no choice but to shift his focus to resisting the invasion.

The Japanese would certainly advocate an embargo. But Sicily would not care about embargoes. As long as there was money, it would get you anything. As long as it could get it.

Luckily, there was definitely ammunition. Once the production line started, it would be done quickly.

After all, Italy was an industrial country, and there was no problem producing bullets.

'You can keep the dollars. You can take them back.'

'As long as you deliver the ammunition before the end of next year, our deal is done.'

'Perhaps there will be more deals in the future,'

Zhang Yong continued.

It was after all an unjust enrichment. He didn't feel bad about it. He wasn't afraid of losing money either.

He was happy to do the other party a favour.

What if he ends up losing money?

It's fine. If you lose money, you lose money. Just keep arresting Japanese spies.

The Italians won't say anything if Japanese things fall into their hands.

Before, Jin San Yan and the Italians had agreed that they would resell it to the Italians.

'Jin, you are a man of your word.'

'Thank you!'

'You are my most honoured guest. Feel free to visit Bro Street in the concession at any time. You can find me there. I will personally cook you some pasta and pizza.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong's smile was warm.

This guy was no decent person. And he happened to be no decent person either.

If two rogues get together, they might be able to quietly ditch the Japanese. Let the Japanese bleed.

The details were quickly agreed with Tanawaro.

The Italians could now transport the opium away. Directly to the ship. And then transport it back to Europe.

In the meantime, Zhang Yong had a small doubt. He wondered why the Italians wanted to ship from here. Wouldn't it be better to ship from India? Could it be because of the British? The British seemed to have an average relationship with the Italians.

Forget it, I don't want to bother with the reasons behind it. If someone else is doing it, there must be a good reason.

'Next year, I will definitely deliver the ammunition to you.'

'Thank you!'

'You have to trust me.'

'Of course!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Although there are many risks, it is worth a try.

After all, these opium fields are made out of thin air, so there is no loss for him. The other party has a stronghold in Bro Street in the concession, so there is no problem.

Unless this guy is only doing this one job and then he won't come to China again.

'Goodbye!'

'Goodbye!'

Send the Italian away. Continue to ask for the inventory of the Golden Three-eyed.

The warehouse is very large. In the corner, there are many wooden boxes stacked up. They are stuffed with all kinds of rags.

But look carefully. It is found that those rags seem to be wool carpets. Although they are old, they are very soft.

Among the worn-out wool carpets, there are many antiques wrapped up.

'Shaolong, this way!'

Cao Mengqi suddenly shouted.

Zhang Yong went over to take a look and saw a white jade dragon head sculpture?

It looked like the kind from the Old Summer Palace?

He wasn't an antiques expert and didn't know its price. But it felt like it should be very valuable?

It wasn't valuable in the country, but it must be valuable abroad.

He nodded thoughtfully.

Most of these things are related to Kintaro Nogaya.

Nogaya Kintaro had stolen and dug up so many antiques and cultural relics, and he must have needed a lot of channels to sell them.

Jin Sanyan and Jin Bufan were probably one of them.

And Pan Yonghua.

I don't know what the relationship between these three Japanese spies is. Maybe they all belong to the same organisation?

After thinking about it, I couldn't get to the bottom of it.

Finally, I ordered the warehouse to be sealed. I'll study it again when I have time next time.

He returned home.

Just as he remembered about his salary, he came to find Li Jingzhi.

However, Li Jingzhi and Shen Dong'er were both at work. They were not in the dormitory. The telecommunications team was full of people and it was impossible to talk about things.

Never mind. Just take a break.

He was indeed tired. Everyone else was on shifts. He was the only one working around the clock.

It just so happened that Li Jingzhi and Shen Dong'er were not in the dormitory. He went straight to Li Jingzhi's bed and fell asleep. Naturally, no one would disturb him.

When he woke up, it was already night.

He washed up briefly. He went to the canteen for dinner.

He thought of the girl she had injured. Never mind. Since she was a beauty, he would go and see her!

Was it Kwong Che Hospital?

He definitely couldn't go out alone. He took Zhong Yang's team with him.

They arrived at Kwong Che Hospital.

A red dot entered the map.

He approached it without making a sound. He discovered that it was actually someone he knew.

Huh?

Xia Lan?

Shouldn't she be in Jinling?

Why was she at Kwong Che Hospital?

That was amazing.

Could it be that she had changed jobs?

He harassed her in Jinling, so she jumped ship and came here?

No wonder I didn't see her last time.

I can't help but think of the beautiful legend of Sicily. That was his enlightenment in a previous life...

'Dr Xia!'

He greeted the other person happily.

He liked these young, beautiful female Japanese spies who posed no mortal threat the most.

As long as he caught the other person, he could take advantage of them as much as he liked.

There was no psychological pressure.

When dealing with Japanese spies, what's the point of talking about benevolence and morality?

When Xia Lan saw it was him, her face suddenly turned pale. She hurriedly walked away quickly.

Zhang Yong: ...

Trying to run?

Dream on!

You're a Japanese spy, and I'm going to let you go?

'Dr Xia!'

'Dr Xia!'

He quickly caught up to her. He stopped her.

Xia Lan was the fastest runner, but she wasn't as fast as Zhang Yong. After all, he was a man.

Japanese spies like her had a special mission, so they didn't receive much training. They didn't want to give themselves away.

In other words, they are not really that different from ordinary girls.

In a real fight, Zhang Yong could defeat them too.

Sure enough, he embraced her.

'Let go of me!'

'Let go of me!'

Xia Lan was anxious and angry. She was at her wits' end.

Being targeted by this despicable guy was completely unexpected by her and the entire organisation.

She wasn't sure if she had been exposed. However, her intuition told her that the man in front of her was very dangerous. He could bring her ruin.

But what could she do?

Fight back?

Hide?

Neither was an option.

He had already gone too far and had her in his grasp.

Unless she changed her target to him. Otherwise, there was no chance of success with any other target.

'Don't...'

'Someone will see...'

Xia Lan gritted her teeth. Let him take advantage of her for a while.

Fortunately, it was outside. He couldn't go too far...

Unfortunately, she was too happy too soon.

Soon, she was forcibly taken by Zhang Yong to the hotel next door...

The beautiful legend of Sicily was played out...

A thought occurred to her. She asked for room 415. Coincidentally, the room was empty. So she was taken up there. And then he turned into a beast.

'No...'

'Umm...'

In the end, the beautiful female Japanese spy fell completely.