Hongshan was originally a ridge near the Pearl Harbor base. With the tension in the Pacific, the US military hollowed out the entire mountain belly and built a strategic oil depot.

This is a huge fuel storage facility with 20 super-large oil tanks inside, with a total capacity of 250 million gallons, which can provide at least half a year of fuel support for ships and aircraft of the Pacific Fleet.

Such an important strategic location, even the careless Americans have invested a lot of vigilance here to prevent the enemy from sabotaging the enemy.

After learning that Japanese espionage was rampant, the US military's vigilance against the Hongshan Oil Depot reached a point where it was full of plants and trees. It can be described as three steps and one post and five steps and one sentry.

All Japanese, including Japanese sailors in the navy, are prohibited from approaching the oil depot area, and all violators will be handed over to the gendarmerie troops for disposal.

You say that the Democrats look at the object and the color of the skin.

When dealing with the Ansa people, the U.S. military police and police officers would also be concerned that the butt and military boots would be the democratic ones for a group of immigrant third-class citizens.

A few days after Zuoge and Ozawakawa received the Tokyo order, a car with a US military license plate appeared in front of the heavily guarded Hongshan oil depot.

The gendarmerie with MP armbands on his arm stopped the car, looked at the front and back rows of the vehicles, leaned over and said to the driver.

"Sir, I need to check the license documents and your documents."

While this person was talking, the M2 heavy machine gun not far away slowly shaking, and the 12.7-caliber barrel pointed at the car from a distance.

The driver took out his ID and permit documents, and the ONI Oahu head in the back row, Nasan Har, also handed the ID to the military police and looked out the window.

His eyes were full of fully armed patrol soldiers. Although they looked a little lazy, they were numerous.

The military police glanced at Har and the others, carefully checked the permit documents, confirmed it on the registration form in their hands, and said something to the checkpoint to let it go.

The wooden railings that were blocking the car rose, and the car drove into the oil depot gate, turned along the road and disappeared into the shade of green trees.

After driving for hundreds of meters, after three inspections, Nasan Har, who was wearing the rank of major, got off at the entrance of the main hole of the oil depot and gave an American military salute to a lieutenant colonel.

"Good afternoon, sir, I'm ordered to check the safety situation in the oil depot."

"Hello, Major Hal."

The lieutenant colonel put his right hands together in front of the brim of the hat and shook it slowly, and then he took Har to the entrance of the oil depot without saying much.

Even though the two were the highest rank officers present in the US military, and even the lieutenant colonel was the commander of the oil depot guards, the two still handed over the guns and all the items on their bodies before entering the oil depot.

After the inspection, the pure steel door more than one meter thick slowly opened under the push of the motor. Due to the change of air pressure, a cool breeze mixed with the smell of fuel blew out from the hole.

Nasan Harr rubbed his nose and walked in behind the lieutenant colonel. As soon as the two entered, the steel door closed.

Behind the steel door, the tall semicircular passage is extremely quiet, the explosion-proof light emits dim light, and several steel rails on the ground extend towards the inside of the cave.

"Major, you have to stay away from the rails. If the nails on the soles of your feet collided and the rails, we both had to see God.

Because of this, the transport vehicles here are all powered by electricity, and the wheels are also covered with special rubber, which is not only quiet but also safer."

The lieutenant colonel's tone was humorous but his expression was very serious, which was related to the safety of them and the entire oil depot.

Nasan Harr is not a big-headed soldier who has not graduated from middle school. He knows the power of a Mars in a closed space full of oil and gas, so he immediately avoids the rails carefully.

When the lieutenant colonel saw his reaction, he walked towards the depths of the passage and introduced him to the situation of the oil depot, with a very proud tone.

"Major, what you see is the world's largest artificial oil depot. Currently, 20 oil tanks are full of 10, and the remaining 10 oil tanks will also be full by next month."

Nasan Har could not understand the other party's mood. As an intelligence officer, 20 fuel-filled oil tanks were in his eyes, 20 bombs that could explode at any time, otherwise he would not have to apply to the headquarters for verification.

After a forced smile, Hal asked: "Sir, how thick is the bunker above the oil depot? Can it withstand the bombshell? Can the surrounding bunker be dug through?"

When the lieutenant colonel heard that Hal dared to question his major, he answered in a very affirmative tone.

"Mr. Major, this joke is not funny. If someone wants to dig through a mountain that is three hundred meters thick, he must be dreaming in the daytime.

There is no bombshell that can blow through dozens of meters of thick covering the soil layer. We can't do it, and the Japanese can't do it. The Hongshan Oil Depot is indestructible!"

Nasan Har shrugged, not wanting to waste time with the other person on such meaningless issues.

However, a mountain with a thickness of 300 meters and a soil covering layer of dozens of meters can indeed ensure the basic safety of the oil depot, but it is only basic safety.

There is no unbreakable fortress in the world. If the oil depot staff turn aside, no matter how thick the mountains and cover the soil layer are, they will have no effect. This time he came to avoid this.

The lieutenant colonel didn't know that the guest had already put his ideas on him and his subordinates, and continued to introduce various safety facilities in the oil depot and show off his best in his speech.

The commanding heights near Pearl Harbor.

Zuo Zhong held the glass bottle and sucked the Coke in the bottle hard. He watched the warning situation in the oil depot for a while, then turned around and left.

Through monitoring and investigation of the external circumference, he can now be sure that it is basically impossible to get into the oil depot, and the difference in skin color is enough to offset all efforts.

Yellow people can't even get close to the oil depot, let alone enter, I'm afraid that they will be sent to prison by the military police to enjoy the iron fist of capitalism as soon as they walk to the gate.

It is not realistic to buy staff. The US Navy's military pay and treatment are notoriously good, completely different from the poor Japanese.

Let’s not talk about whether the Japanese are willing to spend a lot of money to buy the grassroots officers and soldiers of the US military. Even if they are willing to do so, they always have to have an interview if they want to instigate the rebellion.

It is possible that the staff of Hongshan Oil Depot only rotated once every six months, and after work, they returned to the United States for vacation, and they could not find any opportunity to contact them.

Loose outside and tight inside, this is the state of Hongshan Oil Depot, and the situation is a bit tricky.

Zuo Chong sucked his teeth, drove the worn-out car that didn't sound except the horn and went back to the trading house, and met Ozawakawa who was about to go out.

Seeing him come back, Ozawa bowed and said, "Nan Jiajun, I want to go out for business, so the trading company will ask you, Aligado."

Is this going to investigate the official residence of the US military commander? Zuo Zhong knew it. After watching Ozawa sway into the crowd, he frowned and made a decision.

"Oh, I have to go out, you can work hard and close the door at normal times."

Zuo Chong slapped his forehead, as if he had forgotten something important, and urgently ordered the newly recruited clerk. After saying that, he quickly walked out of the sugar sugar trading company and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The streets were crowded with people, and there were endless hawking sounds, and people of all kinds were flowing.

After more than ten minutes, in a coffee shop less than 100 meters away from the trading company, Zuo Chong, who had been redesigned, sat down by the window, and looked at the direction of the trading company.

It’s not that he is suspicious, but Ozawa cannot be relieved. If the other party misses his actions while tracking US officers, the trading company will be exposed 100%, and it would be better to monitor it for a long distance for a period of time.

When Zuo Chong drank the fifth cup of coffee, a figure appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun. When he went out, Ozawakawa, who was in a straight suit, was breathing heavily, and the collar had already loosened, looking very embarrassed.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

He raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times. Ozawakawa scratched his head blankly. Didn’t “Nan Jiajun” come back when he went out? Why is no one responding now?

In confusion, he took out the key and walked into the trading house. He found a chair and sat down. While drinking water, he was waiting for the gold owner and temporary boss.

Zuo Chong saw Ozawa entering the trading company from afar, and did not choose to go back immediately. Instead, he patiently monitored for a while to ensure that there were no followers behind Ozawa.

If there are really ONI agents, he can only choose to send Ozawa back to his hometown and retreat from Oahu immediately.

A small steamer flying the British flag was waiting in the north of the island, ready to pick him up and leave at any time. This is the route of the Military Control Commission and has nothing to do with the Japanese.

In short, no matter what, the US government must not know that the Deputy Director of the Military Affairs Commission of the National Government participated in the espionage activities against Oahu.

So when it comes time to be necessary, he can only say sorry to Oze. At worst, he can burn more paper money for the other party in the future. He is so loyal.

As night fell, Zuo Chong drank all the cold coffee in one sip, put down a few bills, stood up and walked out of the coffee shop, walked around for a few more circles, and then appeared in the sugar sugar trading company.

"Nan Jiajun, go..."

"Close the door, go up and say."

After interrupting Ozawakawa's question, Zuo Chong pointed upstairs, closed the door with his backhand, and went up to the second floor in a few steps.

In the room, the two sat face to face, and Ozawa, who didn't know that they had become bait, excitedly reported.

"Nan Jiajun, today I have gained a lot. I found that all the senior officers of the Pacific Fleet live together, located just southeast of Pearl Harbor.

As I guess, all the houses have mailboxes with names written on the lawns. For the sake of convenience, I want to rent a house nearby tomorrow."

Yoho, I will take the initiative to find things to do.

Zuo Chong was a little surprised and nodded after pondering for a while. He agreed to Ozawa's request. Huolununu was indeed a bit far from Pearl Harbor.

But thinking about the other party's behavior when he left today, his fingers gently tapped the table a few times, and his eyes narrowed and reminded him in a low voice.

"You have traces of military training when you walk, which is very dangerous. I suggest you exercise vigorously before going out before tracking and collecting intelligence.

Doing this will cause your movements to be slightly deformed and no longer have such a strong military flavor. So let it be. If you have anything to tell me in time."

Zuo Chong hasn't brought a subordinate who needs step-by-step teaching for a long time, and he is also tired.

At this moment, he understood the feeling of the brigade commander when he went to Annan to be an advisor. He could not help him, but he could not help him at all!
Chapter completed!