A few days later, Zuo Chong wore a green suit pants and a Hawaiian shirt and a feathered Hawaiian hat. He took a taxi for a ride around Oahu in the name of sightseeing.

The taxi driver is a talkative middle-aged white man with a standard American southern accent and his huge belly squeezed under the steering wheel, which makes him look very funny.

"Friend, are you Japanese? The first time you are here in Huolunu?"

The driver said as he drove his vehicle to Nuanu Street. On the right side of the road is the endless sugar cane garden, on the left is the Hickam Air Base, and further forward is Pearl Harbor.

Hickham Aviation Base is one of the most important air force bases of the US military in the Pacific and is also a target that the Japanese attach the most importance to.

Zuo Chong heard the driver's question and nodded: "Yes, I've been here for a while, but I've been busy with business and have no time to visit this beautiful island."

After saying that, he pretended to be curious and looked to the left of the car window. When he saw the bomber on the tarmac behind the barbed wire, he asked casually.

"Hey, what a big plane, is it a giant passenger airship?"

The driver glanced outside and smiled and said, "No, that's the B17, a four-engine bomber, which has just flew from China recently. The dome-shaped building at the end of the runway is the hangar of these big guys.

The giant passenger airships are seaplanes, they land at the sea airport near Pearl Harbor. If you want, I can take you to see it later."

The driver seemed proud of his familiarity with Pearl Harbor, chattering and introducing each military facility to the left.

Such as oil depots, pilot dormitories, air defense force bases, arsenals, etc.

He can tell a small story in every place, such as a drunk pilot crashing into the sugarcane field, and a sailor who lost all his money stole equipment and sold it to the Black Gang.

It seems that no matter which country it is, they are the most well-informed people. From national affairs to family matters, there is nothing they don’t know about. Zuo Chong smiled and thought.

At the same time, he kept this precious information in his heart and prepared to go back and draw it into a map, and further verify and expand it in the future.

Then the car walked forward for a while and arrived in Hawaii for nearly a month. Zuo Chong finally saw the legendary home port of the Pacific Fleet.

On Shanghai and trans-Ocean cruises, he was studying the map of Oahu almost every day, and now he can finally see the real scene.

On the blue sea, three P40 Tomahawk fighters took off from Ford Island, located in the center of Pearl Harbor Bay, and quickly climbed into the clouds after forming in the air.

This is a single-seat single-engine straight-wing piston fighter developed by Curtis, the American company, on the basis of the P-36 "Eagle" fighter, with strong firepower and low price.

Although the proud and arrogant US Navy and Army believe that it can defeat any enemy with the P40, it is really not enough compared to the Japanese "zero" fighter jets. Americans will suffer a lot in the future.

Countless thoughts flashed through Zuo Chong's mind and glanced at the watch in a hidden way. These three aircraft should be carrying out combat readiness patrol missions, and their take-off and landing time is also an important piece of information.

Even for confidentiality reasons, the air force combat readiness patrol schedules of all countries will be changed regularly, but they still have certain reference value.

After recording, his eyes fell on the dock on the shore. Several aircraft carriers, heavy cruisers, and battleships were neatly arranged on the side of the T-shaped dock.

On the other side of the dock, hundreds of light ships of different sizes were also moored together in sequence, with hundreds of thousands of tons of steel floating on the sea, and the scene was very spectacular.

In the factory area close to the shore, there are lights of welding and white smoke from time to time. It is workers repairing ships, and the entire Pearl Harbor is showing a vibrant scene.

Surprisingly, after entering the port area, the taxi driver changed his talkative words just now, not only did he say nothing but also speeded up the car.

Zuo Chong was surprised: "There are so many boats here. Mr. Driver, can you slow down and let me take a good look?"

The driver shook his head quickly: "Sorry, sir, this is a warning area nearby, and no stay is allowed, and the vehicles are allowed to move slowly.

You see, those passersby are plainclothes military police of the Navy, and they will capture all the suspicious elements who are trying to peek at the military base."

Zuo Chong saw a plain-clothed white man staring at him on the side of the road, and said in a suspicious tone: "Is that true?"

The driver was afraid that he would not believe it, so he gave an example: "A few days ago, a Japanese passenger was also a Japanese passenger who just raised his camera in the car and was stopped by the military police. No one knew where he went later.

Anyway, here is nopen! (No recording), nocameras! (No photography allowed), anyone who violates the regulations will mysteriously disappear. Sir, please remember my advice."

After warning the left heavier, the driver shrugged his shoulders and began to turn. The taxi drove up a hill along the winding mountain highway. The alert level here is higher, and there are machine gun checkpoints at the intersection.

Zuozhong combined the map and early reconnaissance and knew that this was Hongshan, the Pacific Fleet strategic oil depot mentioned by the owner of the fishing tackle store.

The roadside is covered with barbed wire, and the huge steel doors on the mountain can be seen in the shade of green trees, and sentries carrying guns and live ammunition pass by from time to time.

"Sir, there are secret agents of the Navy Intelligence Bureau here. They are even more annoying than plainclothes military police. Even if they stay on the roadside for a moment, they will be driven away or even investigated immediately."

The driver spoke again, and was very dissatisfied with the secret agent's domineering behavior. After complaining, he comforted Zuo Chong again.

"But the United States is always self-righteous, and agents cannot do whatever they want. When passing through this nearby, just keep your eyes open and move forward without squinting."

Zuo Chong laughed dryly, it had nothing to do with him, but in this case, how can he complete the mission sent by the Japanese?

The barbed wire, trees and buildings along the way hindered their sight. It was difficult for him to identify the ship's name and hull number under the browsing view.

You should know that the US Navy has many sister ships, and it is difficult to judge the dynamics of the fleet if you can't figure out the name of the ship. Although you can guess from the slightest gap at the mast, that is indirect information after all.

Half an hour later, the driver took Zuo Chong to circle around Pearl Harbor, ended the tour and then followed the way back.

Halfway through the car, the other party suddenly turned right and drove into a small path. The brave left-handed left-handed choice to wait and see if it was really a shady driver, he would definitely teach the other party a profound lesson today.

Fortunately, the driver didn't want to take a detour or play this way, and after turning left for a long time, the car actually arrived at the commanding heights near Pearl Harbor.

Here you can see the parking of aircraft carriers and heavy cruisers and battleships, and even sailors can be seen transporting fresh vegetables and food into small motorboats on the dock.

Because he was condescending, important goals such as docks were also visible at a glance. Zuo Chong was surprised and confused. Why didn’t he see the American sentinel around him? What’s going on?

Where is the ONI Agent?

Where is the plainclothes military police?

Shouldn’t such military aircraft be strictly guarded and defended? Why can a taxi drive here unimpededly? Is it a trap for Americans?

At this time, the taxi slowly stopped. Not far away, there was a simple teahouse selling cola and candy on the open space near the cliff.

Zuo Chong, who didn't know what was going on, sat in the car and watched carefully, but saw the driver jumping out of the car and walking to the store to say hello to the person inside.

"Old man Alan, I brought you a new guest, a tourist who is a tourist. I'll give me a bottle of soda. The damn weather is so hot."

The driver wiped the sweat from his neck and waved to the left while talking. He was very skillful in his movements. Obviously, it was not the first time he did such a thing.

Damn, it turns out that this is a forced consumption.

Zuo Chong walked out of the car with a dark face and was surprised to find that the teahouse owner was an Asian, or to be precise, a Japanese, because the other party was wearing a kimono.

"For the first time we met, please take care of me."

Zuo Chong greeted the shop owner who was about 60 years old in Japanese. Yu Guang glanced around and saw only a few taxis and a small number of tourists who also came here to rest, but no abnormalities were found.

One of them was a white tourist standing by the cliff and taking pictures at Pearl Harbor. I don’t know if it was Abvell, the British Secret Intelligence Agency, or the Red and Russian NK┴VD colleagues.

When he heard the local accent, the white-haired shop owner was not excited. He nodded lightly and asked Zuo in English what important thing, but he didn't look like a tearful person when he saw his fellow villagers.

Yet, there are more Japanese immigrants in Hawaii than in sugarcane fields, and Japanese is almost the second common language, so it is not surprising to see Japanese people.

Zuo Chong didn't mind, so he generously ordered two bottles of Coke and two ice creams and invited the taxi driver to enjoy them with him.

In this teahouse far away from the city, the price of ice cream is much higher than elsewhere. His generous work has successfully attracted the attention of the "members" and the smile on the other person's face has become much sincere.

"See the accent, is sir from Osaka?"

The shop owner handed the ice cream to Zuo Chong and asked casually, it was purely for the sake of ice cream.

Zuo Chong smiled and paused his head, put the money and tips on the counter, looked around and took the opportunity to ask, "Isn't this an area that is strictly forbidden to enter?"

The shop owner's eyes shone, and he quickly took back the banknotes, and explained without raising his head: "No, no, it's relatively loose here, and people often come to visit."

Zuo Chong understood that Americans are just donkey poop, but the surface is bright, Pearl Harbor looks very cautious, but in fact there are loopholes everywhere.

With such a big blind spot, even the Central Commission for Discipline could not do this, the Americans' slackness once again refreshed his cognition.

After taking a bite of ice cream, I looked out at the Pacific Fleet at the left, and decided to come here a few more times next, and then find a way to get into the base after roughly finding out the situation.
Chapter completed!