Lost and Spy

Manila, nine o'clock in the morning.

A mixed convoy of twelve Isuzu Type [-], Type [-], and Toyota trucks rolled into Manila.

It can be seen that the weight of each truck has seriously exceeded the standard.

Judging from the dirt on the car body, the team has driven a long distance.

In the entire Philippines, only the military can use so many trucks at once.

And, it's already done its best.

The speed of the Toyota truck can reach [-] kilometers per hour.

The Isuzu is only fifty kilometers.

Such a mix-up is also a helpless move.

As soon as he saw the convoy arriving, Fukukaka Keizawa, who was leaning against the car and smoking a cigarette, immediately threw away his cigarette and waved to the lead car.

The convoy stopped.

The driver jumped out of the cab.

"Su Malaga?" Fukukaka Keizawa opened his mouth and asked.

"Yes, this is our ID." The driver handed over the ID.

Hisayama Satoshi, Sumaraja Gendarmerie.

"Jiu Shan-kun, you've worked hard all the way." Fukukaka Keizawa returned the certificate to the other party.

Unexpectedly, Hisayama Satoto said, "Where's your certificate?"

Fukukaka Keizawa smiled, he is really a serious person.

He also took out his ID.

"Is there no escort?" Fukukaka Keizawa asked curiously.

"Only us." Hisayama Satoto handed back the documents, and then opened the car door: "Look, we are carrying weapons."

Inside were two machine guns.

Fukukaka Keizawa looked at several trucks, and these two machine guns were the strongest firepower in the entire convoy.

Hisayama Satoto's leading truck was not bad, but the truck behind him, which originally had a three-person cab, was also full of boxes.

It can be seen that this convoy has used every available space.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Fukukaka Keizawa also knows that although the combat effectiveness of the local guerrillas in the Philippines is not worth mentioning, there is still a great danger after all.

This convoy was able to travel smoothly from Sumaraga to Manila. I am afraid that only they themselves know what happened on the road.

"Come with me, Pier Eight."

After finishing speaking, Fukukaka Keizawa got into his car first.

The convoy immediately followed behind him and set off again.

……

Manila, Pier [-].

The convoy moved in slowly.

"Only the No. [-] warehouse can be stacked."

Fukukaka Jingze felt a little helpless: "The other warehouses are all full."

"It doesn't matter, my task is to transport this batch of supplies to Manila smoothly."

Hisayama Satoto didn't seem to care at all: "Please check the supplies, Your Excellency Fukuzhong, this time we transported a total of machine parts..."

Hisayama Satoto had just reached this point, but Fukukaka Keizawa interrupted him: "Okay, there is no need to report, let's call people into the warehouse."

These drivers do not know what they are transporting.

This was specifically explained by Taniguchi Shibu.

Everyone is greedy, and once they know they are transporting gold, no one can control what happens.

In a box full of gold, a layer of industrial materials will be laid on it to cover up the truth.

Moreover, each box will be affixed with a seal.

The task of the convoy is to smoothly transport the materials to the designated port in Manila.

The task of Fukukaka Keizawa is to stack these materials into the designated warehouse.

The rest of the verification work is a matter for later.

Fukukaka Keizawa only hopes to finish the work at hand as soon as possible.

What he has to do now is to put the materials into the warehouse as soon as possible, and then check whether the seal of each box has been opened.

Forklifts and workers have been dispatched.

Mouthfuls of boxes were unloaded from the truck.

Hisayama Satoto also called his companions, the drivers of those trucks, to help.

Unexpectedly, something happened just after moving to the third box.

Maybe it was too much physical exertion on the road, or maybe the box was too heavy. When carrying it, I missed it and fell from the truck.

The box fell heavily to the ground and split open.

Immediately afterwards, several golden nuggets rolled out.

Hisayama Satoto was stunned: "This, what is this?"

He never thought that the materials he transported all the way would be gold!
Fuzhong Jingze's complexion also changed drastically, and he immediately ordered people to surround the box: "Repack the box immediately!"

As he said that, he whispered to Satoto Jiushan: "Jiushan-kun, remember, you didn't see anything, and you didn't know anything. You successfully completed the task, and the less you know about the rest, the better it will be for you. Safety."

Hisayama Satoto nodded his head with difficulty.

If you knew, perhaps, the gold would not be transported to Manila so smoothly, right?
Hisayama Satoto sneered inwardly.

This is just a small interlude.

The box was quickly repacked, and a few extra nails were deliberately driven in to ensure that the accident would not happen again.

"correct."

Taking advantage of this time, Fukukaka Keizawa said: "When all the transportation is completed, there is still something to ask Jiushan-kun for help."

"Your Excellency Fuzhong, please give me instructions."

"The warehouses are all full, and supplies will be delivered later." Fukukaka Keizawa sighed: "So, we can only clean out the No. [-] warehouse. There are some rubber and other materials in it, and choose another place to stack them .

We are seriously short of vehicles. What Taniguchi-san means is that after the unloading of the convoy is completed, he can do us a favor. "

"of course."

Hisayama Satoto agreed immediately: "Since it is the task ordered by Your Excellency Taniguchi, we will do our best to complete it."

……

Finally busy.

All supplies of the convoy were unloaded.

The materials in the No. [-] warehouse were also transported to twelve trucks.

It was almost evening.

"You guys have worked so hard!"

Fuzhong Jingze breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner first, the lunch at noon is too simple."

Before Kuyama Satoto had time to speak, suddenly, another car and two trucks loaded with Japanese soldiers with live ammunition rushed in.

As soon as it came to a complete stop, a lieutenant came down from above and walked up to Fuzhong Jingze: "Who is the person in charge here?"

"I am." Fukukaka Keizawa was confused.

"These, what are they loaded with?" The lieutenant officer looked solemn, pointing to the twelve trucks.

Fuzhong Jingze's complexion changed greatly: "Yes, it is rubber and other materials, which were shipped out from the warehouse after cleaning."

The lieutenant said coldly: "Everything, open the box and check!"

"What? We finally pretended it!" Hisayama Satoto became anxious when he heard it.

"Yeah, what qualifications inspection do you have!" Fukukaka Keizawa also raised his voice: "This is the responsibility of the Yamayuri Association!"

"So, am I eligible for the inspection?"

At this moment, a person stepped out of the car and said slowly.

Seeing this person, Fukukaka Keizawa's feet went limp.

Commander of the Tenth Army of Japan in the Philippines, Masaharu Honma!
Who would have thought that a commander, His Excellency, would appear at the pier in Manila!