Ozawakawa moved out of the sugar sugar trading company for convenience of business transactions, but when he smelled the strong perfume smell on his body, the clerk and other Japanese businessmen smiled knowingly.

Understand ~ I understand too much.

After all, it is really not convenient for two men to live together if one wants to have some fun and the other is next door.

Amid the kind-hearted teasing of everyone, Ozawakawa left with his luggage, but he still went back to the trading company to check the situation once a day - and reported to Zuoshi by the way.

I have to say that those who can get into Edashima are not stupid. With Zuo Teng's guidance these days, Ozawa also has his own experience in how to carry out intelligence activities.

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Wicks Street.

This place is less than one kilometer from Pearl Harbor and no more than two kilometers from Hickham Aviation Base. It is the preferred place for many U.S. Navy officers to live on Oahu.

The concentration of power naturally attracted a group of businessmen. The principle of getting the moon first when approaching the water is not only known by the people of the Republic of China.

So a Japanese businessman moved into Wicks Street without any suspicion.

From then on, the patrolling US soldiers and police could see each other running along the street every morning, with a natural look and never looking around, which looked very normal.

On that day, Nasan Har stood in front of the window with a glass cup and looked at Ozawakawa who was running over, took a sip of milk and asked his subordinates.

“What are our friends doing every day?”

"Making money and a woman, this damn guy, life is so comfortable." His subordinates looked envious and jealous.

Looking at Ozawa who was gradually running away, Nasan Har smiled, finished the bread in his hand in a few mouthfuls, turned his head and said to his subordinates again.

“Although he looks like an ordinary person, the identity of the resident on Wicks Street is important and he must be re-screened.

I heard that the lieutenant colonel next door was going to hold a party and invited me, it was time tonight, right?"

The subordinate shrugged and nodded again, knowing that his boss was starting to be suspicious again, but there were not a hundred or eighty foreigners living in Wicks Street. He didn't understand why the other party insisted on being unable to get along with the Japanese.

He couldn't help but maliciously speculate whether the Japanese had snatched Mr. Hal's girlfriend, which caused Hal to keep staring at the Japanese's movements.

Nasan Harr didn't know that there was a void green hat on his head. After hearing his subordinate's answer, he thought for a moment, pointed to the back at the end of the street and said.

"Reply to Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I will go on time, and I will also bring a new friend to him and tell Mr. Lieutenant Colonel that I hope they can say some military-related news during the party.

Now, you go and notify the Japanese outside. As a neighbor, I invite him to the party. Remember to observe the guy's every move after he knows the news, including who he has seen and what the conversation is about, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." His subordinate saluted and ran out after saying that.

A test against Ozawa began.

In hostile countries, intelligence personnel will encounter various unknown risks, and random response is a necessary capability for every intelligence personnel.

Ozawakawa, who was about to be tested, was jogging slowly while panting, his legs trembled slightly, and his arms were swinging irregularly.

He completed the order of "Nan Jia" without fail. He would exercise in the house for a while before collecting intelligence to eliminate the traces of his military training.

While running, Ozawa's eyes kept scanning the mailbox beside the road, desperately remembering the name on it in his mind, and making a preliminary comparison with the information obtained from various channels.

"Johnny Berry, Captain John Shaw, the Mahan class destroyer."

"Fred Calgar, the second mate of the Brooklyn-class light cruiser Helena."

"Kyle Borren, the head of the Nevada-class battleship's ship's eponymous ship's control and loss."

The names of many officers of the Pacific Fleet quickly emerged in Ozawakawa's mind. Compared with those majestic warships, these talents are the true foundation of the Pacific Fleet.

After all, with the industrial strength of the Americans, a warship can only last for a year or two from design and construction to launching.

On the contrary, an officer from birth to being able to control the steel giants at sea can take as short as more than ten years, twenty years, or even longer.

Losing these key positions, no matter how many Americans have warships, they are just targets floating on the sea. The Japanese Navy Command is very clear about this.

"Please wait."

Just as Ozawa was remembering the information, a voice came from behind him. He resisted the urge to speed up and escape slowly turned around and looked at the caller.

A few minutes later, the person who came to explain his purpose and left slowly, leaving Ozawa with a "excited" look on his face.

After he walked more than ten meters, Ozawa continued to run, but a hint of chill rose in his heart. Why did Americans invite themselves to attend the party?

Exposed?

Do you want to notify Nanjia to retreat?

Various thoughts flashed through him, Ozawa told himself to calm down over and over again, recalling his recent behavior from beginning to end, confirming that there were no flaws left, and realizing that the Americans should be testing.

Can't move!

Don't be in a hurry to contact Nanjia!

Ozawa understood that someone must be secretly surveillance now. If he contacted Nanjia immediately, it would not only prove that he was guilty of being a thief, but also implicated Nanjia. Thinking of this, he kept a smile on his face and ran towards his residence.

In the distance, two ONI agents put the telescope in their pockets, followed Ozawa on foot, silently scolding their boss for being troublesome.

But soon they had no intention of scolding Nasan Har. Ozawa finished his exercise and changed his clothes and went out. He first went to a few sugarcane gardens, and then met several partners and moved the entire Oahu Island.

At a temperature of nearly 30 degrees, the agents had to endure the high temperature while preventing the target from being discovered. The short-sleeved shirts were wet and dry, and wet, and the process was extremely painful.

Until sunset, Ozawa, who had been running for a day, slowly returned to the sugar sugar trading company. Unfortunately, he didn't see Nan Jia. He was anxious and had to leave a code word for the clerk to convey it, and return to Wicks Street as usual.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Opposite the street, the left clay in the coffee shop put down the cup, glanced at a passerby who seemed to be buying items, and got up to follow the other party.

8 pm.

The well-dressed Ozawakawa, holding a bottle of high-end red wine, cleared his bow tie on the porch of an American villa, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

As soon as the knock on the door rang, the black housekeeper opened the door and invited him into the house. The owner of the villa immediately came forward with a smile, stretched out his right hand, and introduced himself.

When he heard that the other party was a logistics officer at Pearl Harbor base, a trace of the unique greed of the merchant flashed in Ozawa's eyes. He bowed deeply and said hello to the owner of the villa in English with an accent.

The owner of the villa did not despise Ozawa because of his skin color. One was because of the bonus of the rich, and the other was the advice of ONI agents.

So the two walked into the living room with music talking and laughing, and saw more American officers. Everyone sat or stood around the sofa, and there were several couples hugging each other and dancing.

The most fashionable swing music is placed in the corner phonograph, and the glittering silver tableware shows the richness of American society in the 1940s. Just two words - authentic ~

In the crowd, Nasan Har raised his glass and took a sip of whiskey, quietly looking at Ozawa, who looked restrained but wanted to try to integrate into the conversation, with a playful expression.

"The situation in Europe is very tense, and DC (Washington) will send observers to the UK, hoping that they will not encounter German bombers."

An aircraft carrier aviation commander talked endlessly about news from the local area. Several officers around him nodded slightly, obviously they had heard of this.

After hearing this, another man glanced at Ozawa, who was shrunk his head, raised his lips slightly, and talked about the war in the Republic of China. He was not ashamed of what the Japanese army did in Jinling and asked Ozawa what he thought of this matter.

Ozawa's face turned red. I don't know how to answer. The things that the Army Malu had done had spread all over the world, but he was the navy. Faced with the American provocation, he had to drink a big sip of wine to cover up the embarrassment.

The owner of the villa looked at Nasan Har, and stepped forward to stop his companion from continuing to make things difficult for Ozawa, and also introduced in detail the various orders placed by the Japanese on the east and west coasts.

The meaning is very obvious. They must maintain a certain respect for the "golden master".

The United States, which is still struggling to get rid of the impact of the Great Depression, needs Japanese people, and the Pacific Fleet officers and soldiers at home, and needs Japanese people.

The people present had complicated expressions. As soldiers, they did not like Japanese without bottom line. However, as American soldiers, they had to obey national interests.

"The politician raised by Gou Niang!"

The officer who had just mocked Ozawa cursed in a low voice, and after that, he raised his glass and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Thanks to Tokyo."

“Thanks to Tokyo….”

Everyone raised their wine glasses and repeated them.

The laughter and music continued. The people of the Republic of China, thousands of miles away, were just a small episode in the chat, but their interests were eternal.

Such a heavy topic is obviously not suitable to continue, so the villa owner took the initiative to talk about the internal news of the Pacific Fleet.

Although the rest did not understand why they said these sensitive content in front of a Japanese, they still joined in.

Nasan Harr was hiding in the dark, staring at Ozawa with his eyes tightly on him. As long as the other party revealed even a little curiosity, he would go to the Navy Prison to spend the night tonight.

But when Ozawa heard the American officer talking about military affairs, he immediately looked bored. He stretched out his head and looked at the businessmen group in the corner, walked over quickly, without stopping for a second. His words and deeds were very consistent with the performance of a philistine businessman.

Nasan Harr was a little disappointed, but he was relieved immediately. If the Japanese merchants on Oahu were all Japanese spies, then America would be in danger. It would be better to enjoy the beautiful bar.
Chapter completed!