Chapter 9: Han Te VS 9527

  Zhao Zhiran couldn't hold it in, and with a "pfft" sound, he spat out the wine in his mouth. Han Te's agent number was too powerful. Looking at Han Te's appearance again, if he shaved off his beard and lost some weight, he might be able to rival Zhou Dashi. "So tell me, why did you find me to help you guys?" Zhao Zhiran held back his laughter, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and tossed the badge back to Han Te.

  "I'm just an intelligence gatherer, the other two who were in charge of operations died last month in Tianjin. If I wait for HQ to send another agent to Shanghai, I'm afraid Henry's group will have changed. I need a document from Henry's safe, it's about the military technology transaction between Germany and Japan, everyone else in this church except Henry are German spies, Henry is just being used by them."

  "My only useful subordinate is this idiot, the others are all technical personnel, let alone kill people, they haven't even held a gun." Hunter laughed at himself. The CIA's Shanghai station was newly established and had difficulty with personnel and funding. Headquarters put Asia's focus on Southeast Asia, but only Hunter believed that China was where the CIA should pay more attention.

  This action against the church was Hunter's own initiative. In Shanghai, there were nearly a thousand foreign agents and spies who all knew each other's identities. They wouldn't take the initiative to start a fight unless they had no other choice. This was also why Hunter wanted to hire Zhao Zhi. If the operation failed, Ah Dai, who was responsible for monitoring Zhao Zhi, would step in and shift all the blame onto Zhao Zhi, an outsider, making it look like a simple burglary.

  Zhao Zhi's skills did not disappoint Hant, although he was a bit ruthless in his methods. The entire operation went very smoothly. Hant not only obtained the documents they needed but also unearthed so many military supplies from Henry's cellar. Although Hant's identity as an arms dealer was just a cover, who wouldn't want the money that was laid out before them?

  "This time, you need to pay me an additional 10% commission. I never deal with the government. As compensation, I need some of your American weapons." Zhao Zhi wrote down part of the US military equipment used during World War II on a piece of paper in English, based on his memory. It wasn't excessive, just some individual equipment that Hunter should be able to provide.

  "My God, Zhao, are you going to war?" Hunter took the paper, only glanced at it briefly, and looked at Zhao Zhi with an incredulous gaze. "These things are enough to equip a whole infantry squad, are you sure they're for your own use?" The list provided by Zhao Zhi also included some heavy weapons, including a 60mm mortar and two Thompson submachine guns. The list also specified the need for American-made landmines, hand grenades, and smoke bombs.

  "Ah, and there are some things, I don't know if they're sold in Shanghai." Zhao Zhi picked up the pen and added some chemical reagents to the paper strip. This was what Zhao Zhi needed to make his own special bullets for self-defense. The individual firearms of this era seemed to hold no interest for Zhao Zhi, he needed to make his own special bullets.

  Just as Zhao Zhi and Hunter were arguing, Ah Dai finished his task on the other side. They directly pried open the safe embedded in the wall with tools and prepared to take it back to pry it open.

  "Ah, wait a minute!" Zhao Zhi rushed into the few rooms where the captives were being held and quickly looted their cash. He figured that there wouldn't be any hidden marks on the money itself. Ignoring the contemptuous gazes of Hantte and the others, Zhao Zhi openly counted his spoils in front of everyone, and it wasn't bad - he had over $600 USD and some British pounds and silver dollars, totaling over $1000 USD.

  "Let's go" ignited the curtains, and Hunter lit a cigar in his mouth. After everyone got on the car and left, the church behind had become a blazing torch. Zhao Zhi and others entered the church, took away the safe and all traces of military supplies disappeared in the big fire. The wounds on those corpses were also deliberately poured with oil by Ah Dai and others, even if forensic experts came to autopsy, they might not be able to determine their cause of death, of course, there would definitely be ash in their mouths.

  500 Mauser 98K rifles, 500 German-made shotguns, 2 million rifle bullets, 2 million pistol bullets, and 10 pairs of Zeiss binoculars with the highest magnification. These are the military supplies retrieved from Henry's cellar.

  "Zhao, this is for you," Hunt said as he opened the last wooden box and handed a rifle to Zhao Zhi.

  Ah, a German-made Mauser 98 sniper rifle! Zhao Zhi felt the gun body, pulled back the bolt, and indeed, it had a different feel. Even though Zhao Zhi had used many sniper rifles in his previous life, not counting the range, the Mauser 98 sniper rifle was truly a famous gun.

  "I promised you a Mauser rifle, didn't I? Well, here it is." Hunt leaned against the crate at an angle, this was his warehouse, very safe. "Zhao, your skills are great, don't you really want to work for the government?" Hunt took out a paper bag from his leather bag and handed it to Zhao Zhi. Inside was the new identity that Hunt had forged for Zhao: George Lee, 20 years old, born in Nevada, USA, high school graduate came to China to make a fortune, no prison record. The whole document was very clean, the social security number made Zhao's eyes familiar, the last four digits were 9527, it seemed that Hunt was obsessed with this number.

  "Can't you change the name? This one is too terrible." Zhao Zhi looked at the birth certificate with disdain, and just by looking at the name, he knew it was a descendant of Jinshan Ke. Hunter shook his head stubbornly, "I'm afraid not, this birth certificate is real, including other materials are authentic and legal. You also need to give me a few photos of yours, I will take them back to the US to have someone replace the original photos, by then, you will be the real George Lee, it can be done in just one month."

  "This is the money you should have." Hunter handed Zhao Zhi a stack of cash, about $3,000. Zhao Zhi frowned, this didn't seem right, these arms shouldn't be just this much money. Seeing Zhao Zhi's displeasure, Hunter chuckled and handed over a paper bag, inside was a deed to a house. "You don't have a place to live in Shanghai, always staying in hotels, it's not good for your weapons. I bought you a house, but the money is on you, with a fixed residence in Shanghai, it will be easier for me to find you when I need something."

  Zhao Zhi didn't bother to count the money carefully, and casually stuffed it into his pocket. "Thanks, if you have any more jobs in the future, you can come find me." Zhao Zhi carried a sniper rifle hidden in a roll of matting and two shotguns onto Hunter's car. Driver Qi Lang would send Zhao Zhi away from Hunter's warehouse, their transaction had come to an end.