American Strategic Deception Bureau

　——What else can I do? We've already slept together and given up our virginity. Why would we still be upset over such a small matter?

　Fili had played these "sex games" with her many times over the past few days. Sometimes he had her play the role of a female knight drugged and knocked out by thugs. Sometimes he had her play the role of a noblewoman kidnapped by pirates. Sometimes he had her play the role of a female cultist being tortured in the Inquisition.

　Of course, every time she would be tied up and locked up tightly, and every time she was punished with the "puncture punishment".

　At first, Zhao Qiuniang was a little nervous and timid. But after being tied up and "tortured" so many times, she gradually stopped taking it seriously.

　Anyway, for Zhao Qiuniang, who had just tasted the forbidden fruit, sleeping with Fili was actually quite comfortable: he didn't have the pungent body odor of the legendary "white-skinned barbarians," nor was he covered in hair like a monkey. On the contrary, his skin was as delicate and smooth as her own, and felt wonderful to the touch.

　In the past, Zhao Qiuniang had heard that American soldiers were rough guys who liked to hang out in bars, dance with women every day, and play cards and gamble all day long.

　But as the commander of the US military in Vietnam, Firi neither smoked nor gambled, rarely drank, and rarely went to bars. Apart from occasionally wandering around, his main interests were listening to the radio and tinkering with a personal radio, as well as writing and drawing in notebooks and maps.

　The conversation was quite interesting, not fascinating, but at least manageable.

　How should I put it? He was a completely different type from the American soldiers she had seen in the past, appearing more refined and cultured.

　Could it be that this was due to his high position and power? Even among Americans, there was a distinction between the upper and lower classes?

　Well, that's about it! In Asia, the difference between the upper class and the lower class is only more obvious, like the difference between heaven and earth...

　Just as Zhao Qiuniang was thinking about this, she suddenly felt a black screen in front of her eyes. It was Fili who put a blindfold on her.

　Then, another soft thing was pushed to her mouth. Zhao Qiuniang knew that it was her silk underwear that had been squeezed into a ball.

　But since she got into Fili's bed, she never wore this thing again and used it to stuff her mouth.

　So, while her mouth was not blocked by her underwear, Zhao Qiuniang opened her mouth and took the opportunity to ask: "What role do you want me to play this time? Woo——"

　After gaging Zhao Qiuniang, Ferry checked the handcuffs and ropes for strength before slowly answering, "Today's game is, of course, a CIA agent interrogating a female Vietcong woman! Um, a real-life performance! Miss Vietcong."

　"..." Zhao Qiuniang, horrified, subconsciously tried to struggle. But not only were her limbs tightly bound, she was also blindfolded and gagged, rendering her unable to move... Consequently, she could only continue lying naked in the middle of the bed, like a lamb to be slaughtered...

　"Relax! Relax! Don't be afraid, Qiu Niang. A day of marriage is a hundred days of grace. We've slept together before, so how could I hurt you so easily?

　If I were that kind of cold-blooded person, I wouldn't have given you so much information."

　Fili said soothingly as he took out the purple skull holy emblem and set up a soundproofing barrier around the bed. "Come, take a deep breath. Are you calming down? If you are, nod your head. I will untie your mouth and then we can have a good talk."

　Seeing Zhao Qiuniang still nodding and whimpering with the panties stuffed in her mouth, Fili finally dug the saliva-soaked silk panties out of her cherry mouth. Zhao Qiuniang then coughed twice and asked nervously, "When did you find out?"

　"I noticed it from the beginning, Miss Vietcong. You may not even remember what you shouted when I was riding you."

　Fili replied, “Unfortunately, I understand Chinese and am a very careful person… The “official language” of the Chinese in Saigon is Cantonese, and occasionally some people speak Minnan and Teochew. But what about the Hong Kong Cantonese that you shouted at the climax?

　I guess you are not from Saigon at all, and you have never even been to Saigon, so you made such a stupid mistake, right? "

　In fact, even though he was a time traveler, Fili still couldn't master every dialect. The reason he was able to detect something was amiss with the person beside him was because, after the orgasm, to be on the safe side, he used the magic granted by the Prince of Lies to hypnotize and induce Zhao Qiuniang's thoughts...

　You know, his fiancée Marita was once tricked by the CIA into taking a bottle of highly toxic cream to assassinate Castro.

　Now, as the former commander of the US forces in Vietnam, and having just defeated the North Vietnamese Army in the Battle of Hai Van Ridge, breaking the stumbling block of the North Vietnamese Workers' Party's dream of "unifying the country in 30 days", who knows if this will make the Viet Cong underground party angry and send a beautiful female agent to assassinate him?

　As a result, after checking, he was surprised to find that although Miss Qiu Niang was not here to assassinate, she was indeed an informant for the Viet Cong.

　Moreover, because her identity was too complicated, Fili was a little confused at first, and it took him several days to figure it out...

　On the other side, Zhao Qiuniang, who had no idea that Fili was fooling her, heard that it was his accent at that time that gave him away. She believed it and her face immediately turned red with shame.

　But after a moment, she bit her lip and muttered, "I, I will not betray the organization to you..."

　"I'm not asking you to betray the organization! I have no intention of doing anything to the Vietcong here. That's not within my job scope. I'm just more interested in your body, my dear."

　Fili teasingly pinched her soft breasts, then took off her blindfold. "I know that the Chinese community in Hoi An is probably full of communist collaborators, and there are probably underground Vietcong members in this Fujian Association. Even the brothel madam who trained you and the Fujian businessman who sent you to my bed are probably two-faced. Maybe one of your sons or nephews has joined the Vietcong.

　But, so what? Anyway, I'll be leaving soon, and no matter what happens to Hoi An, it has nothing to do with me.

　Then, since I have provided you and your organization with so much strategic intelligence, it is reasonable for you to give me yourself as a return gift, right?

　What’s more, you were originally a gift given to me by the Fujian Chamber of Commerce in Hoi An…”

　"Uh, is the information you revealed to me before true?" Zhao Qiuniang asked a little incredulously.

　"Of course it's all true. Why would I lie to you about such a strategic level of judgment?"

　Fili shrugged. "Actually, there are far too many fierce conflicts in this world caused by minor misunderstandings. Although we are currently enemies, it would be a good thing if we could have more communication and fewer misjudgments between us."

　Of course, you will have plenty of time in the future to come and see for yourself whether I lied before. But now there is something more important..."

　He pulled a purple Dark Sun Holy Emblem from his uniform and chanted a few incantations. Immediately, a parchment contract, gleaming with magical light, suddenly materialized from thin air and floated before Zhao Qiuniang, whose eyes widened. "Are you prepared to sign a soul contract to become my slave and become my property from now on? Or would you rather die than surrender and be disposed of right here on this bed?"

　No matter what, I can't let someone who might receive an order to kill me at any time sleep next to me..."

　"What is this? Is there really magic in this world?! Americans can actually do magic?!!"

　In an instant, the atheistic thoughts that had existed in Zhao Qiuniang's mind for a long time were completely shattered by this strange scene.

　-

　"Well, you were part of the mass exodus to Hong Kong in the summer of 1962. You and your parents fled to Hong Kong, next door to your hometown, because of famine. Then your mother died in a car accident, and your father became addicted to gambling, racking up a mountain of gambling debts. He sold you to a Hong Kong human trafficker, and then you were sold to Hoi An?"

　Then, the brothel that bought you turned out to be an underground intelligence station for the Vietcong, so they developed you into an intelligence agent as well?"

　After making Zhao Qiuniang sign the soul contract and then having another stormy lovemaking, Fili kneaded Zhao Qiuniang's delicate body while teasing her with a smile, "Does this count as escaping from one red flag and then, by some strange combination of circumstances, sneaking under another red flag?"

　"Whatever you say, Master! The question now is, what shall I do in the future?"

　Zhao Qiuniang panted breathlessly. At this moment, she was sweating profusely, as if all her spirit had been drained away. Her whole body was limp and she had no strength at all. But she still struggled to speak, "Xiao Chunmei, who was sent by the Fujian Guild Hall to serve me personally, and the other two servants in the guild hall are all informants for the Vietcong. The information I got from you before was sent through them..."

　"Are you afraid of being harassed by the Viet Cong, or even being forced by them to do something harmful to me? Easy. Come with me to Da Nang today, board a ship, and go on a short trip to Phu Quoc Island. Then, follow me to the United States and never come back. Can the Viet Cong still chase you to the United States?"

　Fili curled his lips. "I won't make things difficult for them, and I certainly won't report them. Let's just part ways amicably. By the way, when we go to Da Nang, we can bring Xiao Chunmei along. When we get to the dock, we can use the excuse that there's no extra space on the ship and send her back alone..."

　Precious images of Vietnamese boat people

　May 27, 1963, South China Sea, off the coast of Vietnam

　The tropical ocean in the rainy season is full of chaos.

　The gloomy black clouds and the equally gloomy sea water merged together, making it almost impossible to distinguish where the sky was and where the ocean was.

　Only when the dazzling lightning flashes across the lead-gray sky can people see a vague horizon from the only light.

　But when the rainstorm began to pour down, even the last trace of the difference between heaven and earth in the field of vision was completely wiped out.

　The vast and undulating sea surface, under the merciless whipping of the howling wind, stirred up surging waves like a tidal wave.

　Even the steel warships built by humans were powerless against the might of nature and became playthings of the raging sea, tossed from one wave crest to the bottom of the valley, then thrown to the next, helplessly rolling and swaying on the sea, at the mercy of the strong wind and heavy rain.

　The sailors and passengers on the ship felt as if they were the dice spinning in the hands of gamblers, being tossed around all over the place.

　But after the rainstorm, the sun appeared in the sky again, and the sea returned to its former tranquility like a baby tired of crying.

　The azure ocean reflected the blue of the sky, a blue like a beautiful velvety cornflower, clear and bright. It was as if everything that had happened before was just a nightmare. However, for the travelers who were still terrified, the fewer nightmares like this, the better...

　In short, on the calm blue sea, a 2,000-ton destroyer, once named "Snow Wind" and "Danyang" and now renamed "Chao Thi Zhenh," sailed out of Da Nang in the wind and rain and was now plowing through the sea at 17 knots, stumbling south.

　Wait, didn't this ship become the flagship of the South Vietnamese Navy? Why is it back in Da Nang?

　Because, as the number one auspicious ship of the 20th century that was designed to absorb luck, the "Treatise on Trieu" was driven by American sailors who replaced the ship. It had just arrived in South Vietnam at the end of March when the civil war broke out in the Ngo Dinh Diem regime in South Vietnam. The entire country collapsed in just one month.

　During this month of war, the South Vietnamese Navy had no spare personnel to take over the destroyer from the American sailors.

　Therefore, from beginning to end, even when the ship raised the South Vietnamese three-line flag with a yellow background, it was always operated by American sailors.

　After President Ngo Dinh Diem died suddenly and the army loyal to Ngo Dinh Diem collapsed, South Vietnamese Navy Commander Colonel Hu Tien Quan, along with First Lady Chen Lichun and Airborne Force Commander Gao Wenyuan, commanded most of the naval ships to flee the capital Saigon in a hurry and hide in the remote Phu Quoc Island to wait and see.

　The Zhao Thi Zhen, manned by American sailors, initially accompanied them to Phu Quoc Island. However, they soon discovered that the island was completely empty, with insufficient supplies and no pay. Furthermore, they heard that the US military had already landed in Vietnam, stationed in Da Nang and Nha Trang.

　So, the American sailors took the auspicious ship away on their own and headed north to Da Nang to join General Westmoreland, the new commander of the US forces in Vietnam.

　As it turned out, the White House was planning to send Henry Kissinger as ambassador to Phu Quoc Island, and the emperor's family was planning to ask Phiri to go there to persuade the South Vietnamese navy to return. Therefore, General Westmoreland ordered an emergency resupply for the ship and then sent the Trieu Thi Trinh back to Phu Quoc Island with the two passengers.

　Of course, in order to boost Dr. Kissinger's morale, in addition to the "Zhao Shizhen" which had been transformed into an armed yacht, the Pentagon also dispatched a squadron and a regiment of Marines to accompany the "Zhao Shizhen" as a government ship to enter Phu Quoc Island as military backup.

　But the problem is that the navies of most countries in the world are relatively superstitious branches of the military, and the US Navy is no exception.

　After hearing about the terrifying total tonnage sunk by a certain Xiangrui ship, as well as its "notorious reputation" of "specializing in defeating friendly forces", and even after changing its name twice, it still retained its Xiangrui nature, the American naval officers and soldiers who were originally ordered to act together were frightened and refused to sail in formation with the former "Yukikaze", now "Zhao Shizhen", insisting that the "Zhao Shizhen" set off alone, and the other ships followed.

　So, Phiri and Dr. Kissinger had no choice but to embark on the Zhao Thi Trinh and set sail alone. Fortunately, neither North Vietnam nor the newly born "Red South Vietnam" had any decent navy at the moment, so they did not threaten the safety of the Zhao Thi Trinh...

　-

　At that moment, Fili supported the pale-faced Zhao Qiuniang as they stood side by side on the deck of the Zhaoshizhen. They leaned against the side, feeling the gentle sea breeze. White clouds drifted across the azure sky, and the magnificent seascape was a breathtaking sight. The stuffiness from the cabin dissipated without a trace.

　"The storm last night was really severe! It even made me vomit! When I came to Vietnam from the United States, I also took this ship to cross the Pacific Ocean, but I didn't encounter such a terrible scene throughout the journey." Fili sighed.

　"It's really scary, but as long as you're not in the sea, even if it's bumpy, it's not too scary after all. Ugh—"

　Zhao Qiuniang, who was suffering from severe seasickness, vomited at the sea and said breathlessly, "Last year, when my parents and I swam across the sea from Shekou Commune in Bao'an County to Hong Kong, it was terrifying! It was night and dawn.

　Ming hadn't eaten a full meal in ages, and his thighs were swollen. But we still had to swim four kilometers in the dark sea! A full four kilometers! With nothing but a plank in our hands!

　By the end of the swim, my hands and feet were so sore they were numb, and my body was growing colder and colder. But the current was still pushing us away from land, and my parents had no strength to help me. Terrified, I swam and cried, thinking I was going to drown in this unfamiliar bay.

　When I finally managed to climb to the other side, my mouth was filled with tears mixed with the taste of sea water; it was all salty!

　"Huh? Holding a wooden board and going into the sea? Don't you have a lifebuoy?" Fili asked curiously.

　"Lifebuoys are contraband in Bao'an County. Where can we buy them? Besides, even if they were available, we didn't have the money at the time..."

　Well, considering that they were desperately hungry refugees, not those "Runren" who would borrow money and take out small loans everywhere in the future and then seek freedom in the United States, it is understandable that their transportation equipment used for smuggling was relatively poor...

　What's more, even for a wealthy "Runren" in the 21st century, the chances of dying while trying to smuggle into the United States are not low!

　Mainland China is currently experiencing a period of "passionate passion," seemingly vibrant and energetic in documentaries. But experiencing it in reality is a mixed bag: the repressive environment fostered by political campaigns, the purges and persecutions brought on by the Party's racism against dissidents, the sluggish economy, and the daily deprivation of life have all led ordinary people to vote with their feet and flee. From the founding of the People's Republic of China to reform and opening up, waves of people fleeing to Hong Kong have continued unabated.

　Some people fled to Hong Kong to escape punishment and political persecution, while more people fled to Hong Kong to escape poverty and hunger, risking their lives.

　Even if they encountered machine gun fire, shipwrecks, wolfhound bites, deportation, and separation from their families, it could not stop them from fleeing to Hong Kong.

　Among them, the most worthy of pity and the most difficult to blame was the large-scale escape to Hong Kong in 1962, at the end of the three-year natural disaster.

　No matter how many crimes some sour trolls and "little pinks" accuse them of, those who fled to Hong Kong that year were generally quite simple-minded: they simply didn't want to starve to death. No one, not even Emperor Chongzhen, could allow the starving to "live in peace."

　The problem is, many people are quick to forget this truth. At the height of the Guangdong famine in 1962, residents of the Pearl River Delta, desperate to alleviate their food shortages, turned to relatives and friends in Hong Kong, pleading for them to send them food. However, the Guangdong government on the mainland was furious, believing this was a "disgrace to socialism," and ordered all food parcels from Hong Kong to be banned from entering the country.

　Seeing that the country has left them no way to survive, the people of Guangdong have not yet risen up, but have simply flocked to Hong Kong. This is patriotic enough in itself.

　Of course, escaping to Hong Kong wasn't easy. Shenzhen, located right next to Hong Kong—well, back then it was called Bao'an County—had always had extremely strict border control. Not only were there daily patrols, but swimming rings were also contraband. You couldn't buy them in stores, and bringing them in wasn't allowed.

　There is a four-kilometer-wide sea between Shekou and Hong Kong. It is actually very difficult to swim across if you are not a good swimmer.

　To avoid drowning, those trying to escape from mainland China had to find ways to get some auxiliary equipment. At that time, foam plastic was still a rare commodity, so the poor could only hold a piece of wood and jump into the sea. Those with a little money used basketballs, and the most advanced equipment was a car tire liner...

　During this period, countless unfortunate people perished while crossing the sea, while even more were caught by patrols and taken back to their hometowns, where they were subjected to big-character posters and struggle sessions. However, even being taken back to their hometowns for struggle sessions was considered lucky, as many were shot dead on the spot by patrols.

　Because so many refugees were beaten to death, a "corpse hauling" industry emerged in Bao'an County, responsible for burning and burying bodies. At its peak, there were over 200 "corpse haulers" active there. One old man buried 50 bodies in a single day, four of which were his own family members.

　Moreover, even if those fleeing to Hong Kong avoid numerous risks and successfully land on Hong Kong soil, there is a certain probability that they will be deported by the British Hong Kong authorities.

　Therefore, once the refugees arrived in Hong Kong, they were not immediately safe. They had to hide in the wilderness for a long time, relying on the help of Hong Kong charities and kind-hearted people to barely survive. It must be said that the Hong Kong citizens at that time were completely different from the later "yellow ribbons". They treated the refugees from the mainland with sympathy and often gave them food and water, believing that this was a good deed to accumulate merit...

　However, while the social living situation in mainland China is extremely bad, with people poor and hungry, Hong Kong is by no means a "capitalist paradise."

　On the contrary, all the dregs of capitalist society, all those filthy things, were available in Hong Kong at that time - so many simple young men from the mainland degenerated into gangsters and heavy smokers in Hong Kong; and young women from the mainland were reduced to prostitution in the thousands, becoming cheap prostitutes in Hong Kong, or working part-time while doing half-open flesh trade, and were called "Northern girls" by Hong Kong society.

　However, it is rare for someone like Zhao Qiuniang to be trapped in a brothel and then sold to a brothel in South Vietnam, and then accidentally enter the underground intelligence station of the Vietcong. The Vietcong sent her to seduce Fili because, on the one hand, she was naturally beautiful and happened to fit Fili's profile.

　Aesthetic preference; on the other hand, as a Chinese, she is considered a consumable in the eyes of the Viet Cong. It wouldn't be a pity even if she was exposed and sacrificed, right?

　Since that was the case, Firi accepted it without hesitation. After deliberately leaking some information, he brought her back to the United States to enjoy her for a long time.

　However, Zhao Qiuniang is currently an illegal immigrant whether in Hong Kong or South Vietnam. How can she enter the United States safely?

　It seems that she needs to find a safe way to avoid being stopped at customs...

　As Fili thought so, he continued to hold on to the railing of the boat, squinting his eyes and looking at the vast ocean and the hazy Vietnamese coastline in the distance... But he was suddenly surprised to find that there seemed to be a lot of ant-like black dots in the west, floating on the sea?

　Looking more closely, it was clearly a group of people who fell into the water holding wooden boards and debris. In the distance, there was also a broken mast of a wrecked ship that looked like garbage!

　"Master, look! There are people floating on the sea over there! Uh, there's also a shabby little fishing boat!"

　At this time, Zhao Qiuniang also noticed the unusual phenomenon on the sea in the distance. She couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. She immediately grabbed Feili's sleeve and shouted.

　At the same time, some people with dirty heads and ragged clothes emerged from the broken ship that was bobbing on the sea, waving the yellow three-line flag of South Vietnam and the American flag. Together with the survivors holding on to the wooden boards on the sea, they waved desperately at the "Zhao Thi Zhen" with the American flag flying.

　Therefore, out of the inherent duty of a sea vessel to search and rescue people who have fallen into the water, after consulting Dr. Kissinger and Phiri and obtaining their permission, the "Zhao Shizhen" reduced its speed and slowly approached the shipwreck area, and pulled the people who had fallen into the water and the South Vietnamese refugees crowded on the wreckage of the fishing boat onto the deck.

　More than 30 people were crammed into a small, broken boat, and together with those who fell into the sea, a total of more than 50 refugees were rescued.

　The war correspondent on board the ship used his pocket camera to capture these precious images of the early Vietnamese boat people.

　Author's Note: PS: After the unification of North and South Vietnam, the Vietcong in the South were subjected to a brutal purge by Le Duan. Not only were all ethnic Chinese members expelled, but other underground members also suffered. Even the Prime Minister of the Republic of South Vietnam, Nguyen Huu Tho, was expelled from the Party and was not rehabilitated until his death.

　Le Duan purged the northern faction in the north and the southern faction in the south, and finally made himself unpopular both inside and outside, and both the north and the south hated him.

　Furthermore, after having already taken over most of South Vietnam, the North Vietnamese were considering what course of action they would adopt during the next dry season. Would they concentrate their forces on the Central Highlands battlefield, annihilating the indigenous mountain inhabitants along the way? Would they once again storm Hai Van Ridge and crush its fortified defenses?