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Chapter 1382 What are you doing?

few days ago.

In a village near Alamein, Bai Longdu looked around and sneaked into a yard.

Although the war between the Allies and the Germans brought devastating losses to this land, the gathering of soldiers from various countries also brought a large number of jobs to the locals, while also giving rise to many illegal transactions.

The black market, the resale of military supplies, intelligence transactions and... the technical college.

The yard that Bai Longdu entered was an underground den of brothels. It was said that the girls inside were quite exotic.

As an experienced diplomat, Bai Longdu naturally wanted to experience it all.

He stood outside the door, rubbing his hands, and pushed the door open with great expectation. However, he didn't see the beautiful girl, but saw a fist. Then his eyes went dark and he fainted.
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"So, this is why you're here?"

Zuo Zhong clasped his hands over his chest, looked at Bai Longdu in the truck bed and asked with a smile.

Bai Longdu's old face turned red and he laughed twice: "Zuo, my friend, please let me go quickly. I will definitely repay you well."

He was also helpless. A carnival trip suddenly turned into a prisoner trip. If the Germans had not wanted to get information from him, he might have been buried in the desert.

Next to the jeep, Zuo Chong looked back at the bodies of Robert and the other man, then looked at Bai Longdu, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's fine to let you go, but there's a saying that only the dead can keep secrets."

Upon hearing this, Bai Longdu panicked and immediately swore an oath.

"Left, I swear to God, I heard nothing. If I lie, let me die under the German guns."

"Really? I thought you heard about the 200 tons of gold." Zuo Zhong had a subtle expression.

"200 tons? Isn't it 240 tons?"

After he said that, Bai Longdu realized something was wrong. He looked at Zuo Zhong with a little embarrassment. Damn it, why did he say that?

Zuo Zhong pulled out a dagger that was shining with cold light. Bai Longdu was so scared that he closed his eyes and begged for mercy.

After spending so many years in the Republic of China, he also learned things like "I have an elderly mother above me and a wife and children below me."

A few seconds later, the expected death did not come, but the ropes that bound his hands loosened instead, and Bai Longdu opened his eyes in confusion.

"Okay, get out of the car and move around. I have business to discuss with you."

Ignoring the ambassador's relieved look, Zuo Zhong bent down to check the body of the SS officer beside the car, and put the other's Luger pistol into his pocket.

While searching, he found a piece of paper in the chest pocket of the corpse. When he opened it, he saw a string of coordinates written on it.

If he guessed correctly, this set of coordinates was the location of the secret vault.

After putting the note away, Zuo Zhong turned his head and looked straight at Bai Longdu and said coldly.

"I need your cooperation in something. If you succeed, you can not only survive, but also earn a lot of money. Otherwise, this place will be your grave."

Bai Longdu became visibly nervous. He asked tentatively, "What's the matter?"

Zuo Zhong did not answer directly, but asked a strange question.

"Do you know where the printing plant for pounds is?"

Bai Longdu became even more confused after hearing this, but he still told everything he knew.

"The pound is mainly produced by the official printing factory authorized by the Bank of England, and the core printing base is located near Threadneedle Street in London."

"However, London has recently been hit by several German air raids, and the Bank of England has moved some of its printing tasks to a more secure secret location, reportedly in Loughton, Derbyshire."

As the ambassador to the Republic of China, Bai Longdu has extensive connections in London and knows many secrets.

Zuo Zhong nodded with satisfaction. What the other party said was consistent with the intelligence collected by the Military Control Commission, so he stopped beating around the bush and put forward his own request.

"I need the paper formula for pounds sterling, which I think won't be hard for you to do."

Military Control Commission [Copy] Progress with the pound was not smooth, especially in terms of paper.

The British used a special kind of paper that was tough and had a unique feel and sound that was difficult to imitate.

"What? Paper formula? You're going to forge British pounds?"

Bai Longdu on the opposite side jumped up, his face flushed, and he looked very excited.

"Are you crazy? All British pounds are embedded with multiple layers of watermarks. The watermarks are integrated with the paper and are mixed with colored fibers. This is the latest technology in the Empire. Even the Americans don't have it."

"The main pattern on the front of the banknote is intaglio printed, which feels completely different from ordinary printed products. The geometric patterns and microtext on the back of the banknote are also extremely complex, which is impossible to achieve with civilian printing technology."

After listing a lot of anti-counterfeiting measures for the British pound in one breath, Bai Longdu put his hands on his hips and shouted to Zuo Zhong.

"Don't dream. I will never betray His Majesty the King."

Zuo Zhong raised his gun expressionlessly and motioned for the other party to say it again. We are all thousand-year-old foxes. Why are you playing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio with him?

Bai Longdu did not disappoint him. He changed his words very smoothly the next moment without hesitation for even a second.

"I will never betray His Majesty the King unless I am paid."

Silence, deathly silence. Zuo Zhong seemed to be smiling, but Bai Longdu continued speaking shamelessly.

"You know, life in the UK is not easy, and gathering intelligence also requires money."

"Since we are friends, I only want half of Germany's gold. What do you think, Mr. Zuo?"

The greed of mankind is like a snake swallowing an elephant, which is exactly what people like Bai Longdu are like.

Facing the greedy British, Zuo Chong smiled. He was not afraid that the other party would ask for money. After all, cooperation could lead to a win-win situation.

But half? This guy wasn't afraid of the wind blowing his tongue off. His face changed and he held up a finger: "10 tons of gold and % of the profit from the fake pounds. This is the final bid. At the same time, you have to provide subsequent anti-counterfeiting measures for the pounds."

"Not enough, I want 30 tons of gold and % profit!"

"Nine tons of gold."

"FUXX, why did it reduce another ton?"

“Now it’s eight tons.”

"OK! 10 tons! 10 tons!"

After fierce bargaining, Bai Longdu and Zuo Zhong reached a consensus and made a deal for 10 tons of gold and % profit on fake British pounds.

Bai Longdu promised that after returning to Alamein, he would immediately go to London to collect intelligence.

However, words are not enough, so Zuo Zhong handed him a piece of paper and a pen, asked him to write down the details of the transaction, and asked him to stand next to Robert's body with the paper in his hand.

"Yes, look at me."

"Don't look so sad, come on, smile."

"Click~"

Zuo Zhong held up the camera he had found on the Willys Jeep and pointed it at Bai Longdu. He directed him to strike a pose and pressed the shutter button with his hand.

With this evidence, Bai Longdu will not turn against us unless this guy is willing to die together with us.

If a politician is involved in a murder case, even if he does not go to jail, his political future will be ruined, not to mention that it involves counterfeit pounds.

If the content of the transaction were to be leaked, Mr. Q and His Majesty the King would tear Bai Longdu to pieces alive.

To keep this secret, Zuo Chong will have to eat White Dragon for the rest of his life!

Bai Longdu's face turned pale and he took a few photos reluctantly. This scene reminded him of the old days at the Six Nations Hotel.

At that time, he was also being played around by the masked man, and he couldn't find a target to take revenge on.

kindness?
An idea popped up in Bai Longdu's mind, and he secretly looked at Zuo Zhong, his eyes rolling around.

Zuo Zhong was not blind, so he naturally noticed Bai Longdu's abnormality. He guessed that the other party might have seen something, but what difference did it make?

The unlucky ones in the Six Nations Hotel were the Japanese. Would the British government turn against the National Government because of the Japanese?

the answer is negative.

Bai Longdu also realized this, and some of his unrealistic thoughts disappeared. He obediently followed Zuo Zhong's instructions to handle the scene.

The next morning, after resting, the two men got on the jeep and sped towards El Alamein.

As for the corpses, nature and small animals will help them deal with them. The guns used to kill people have been dismantled and thrown in different places. As the saying goes, details determine success or failure.

At the same time, on the edge of the German-controlled area, Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang were anxiously searching for Zuo Zhong.

"Drive faster!"

Wu Chunyang kept urging the driver. His lips were chapped, the corners of his mouth were covered with blisters, and he looked a little panicked.

It is necessary to panic. If something happens to Zuo, the Military Control Commission and even the entire Kuomintang intelligence system will be in turmoil.

Gui Youguang was sitting in the back seat of the jeep, holding a submachine gun, his eyes fixed on the movements around him, letting the wind and sand blow into his eyes.

The two men discussed that if they still hadn't found the person after today, they would apologize to the headquarters.

The search continued until the afternoon, when the team discovered an oasis. Wu Chunyang ordered everyone to get out of the car and search on foot.

Fearing encounters with the Germans, the agents formed a battle formation and advanced to the edge of the oasis.

Wu Chunyang bent down and used the barrel of his gun to push aside the palm leaves that blocked the way ahead. He got a clear view of the oasis and found that there was no one inside.

He sighed, put away his weapon in disappointment, and stepped on something without paying attention.

"Ouch."

Gui Youguang in another direction heard the screams and immediately brought people to support, but he saw this scene.

Wu Chunyang was seen lying on the ground with his buttocks covered, with a dead snake next to him.

"It's a horned viper."

Gui Youguang recognized the type of snake at a glance. This type of snake is very common in North Africa. It is not very poisonous and the mortality rate is not high, provided it is treated in time.

Thinking in his heart, he shouted to the little secret agents around him: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and treat Director Wu's wound."

The young spy acted quickly, and someone put a backpack under Wu Chunyang's body to place the wound below the heart and reduce the circulation rate of the venom.

According to the Military Control Commission's wilderness survival textbook, the next step was to suck out the toxins① and rinse the wound, but Wu Chunyang stopped the little spy.

"Wait, you guys go away first, there's light, you stay."

Wu Chunyang also wanted to save face, and he couldn't accept asking his subordinates to suck out toxins, so he could only let Gui Youguang bear the hardship.

Gui Youguang didn't want to agree, but he couldn't just leave his old brother alone, so he had no choice but to squat down.

Just as the two were cleaning the snake venom in a strange posture, a familiar voice came from the side.

"You guys, what are you doing?"

Zuo Zhong leaned back with a look of disgust, and put on the face of an old man on the subway, pointing at the two men and asking them soul-searching questions.

① This is wrong, but it was a common practice at the time. It was also required in the British Army Medical Manual in 1941. Don't argue with me.