RPAGF Chapter 907 Was it really as he predicted?
Chapter 907 Was it really as he predicted?
At this moment, Uncle Jin finally managed to stop Anderson, who was carrying a small yellow croaker and walking out excitedly.
Uncle Jin felt a surge of frustration. Anderson's mind was only occupied with the bribes and smuggling profits in front of him; there was no room for anything more important.
He had to be direct, cleverly guiding the conversation again: "My friend, these few bars of gold might be enough to buy back the time we wasted on this trip today..."
"But don't you know what else General Harris is fretting about besides his star?"
Anderson puffed out his cheeks: "What else could it be? That thresher shark with the ball on its head. The Chinese are really ruthless, they put a Schrödinger's cat-like bomb there, and the mechanics don't want to repair it..."
"A generous reward will surely bring forth brave men! Once the repair funds are in place, do you think those mechanics will be willing to fix it?"
Anderson paused, instinctively weighing the small box containing the gold bars in his hand, a pained expression on his face: "Work is work, business is business. This little bit of gold is just a drop in the ocean. Even if we use it to fill the General's hole, it's a drop in the ocean, and we won't even hear a sound!"
Uncle Jin almost shouted, "Talking to this mascot is really a brain drain!"
"If we don't have enough money, we'll make up for it elsewhere! We'll use our achievements and our strategic value!"
"Think about it, ever since the 'Thresher Shark' was 'messed' up by the Chinese in a way that we still don't fully understand, leaving it looking disheveled, what is the attitude of the submariners at the base towards going on missions in Chinese waters again?"
The resentment is practically overflowing from the naval port!
Now, those conventional submarines at the base, upon hearing they're going to the vicinity of China, would rather drift aimlessly in the Pacific, making excuses like mechanical failures, complex hydrographic conditions, or even…
"They even fabricated a report that the sonar dome was damaged by a 'giant sea turtle'!" Anderson continued Uncle Kim's topic.
"Who knows if there are any sea turtles in the Pacific Ocean that can damage military sonar! If this continues, there will be huge gaps and delays in our surveillance and intelligence gathering of key waters in China! This strategic loss cannot be compensated by any number of small fish!"
Uncle Jin's seemingly concerned words finally awakened the fleet's famous mascot.
Now, the conventional submarines at the base are plagued by all sorts of inexplicable "technical malfunctions" and "unexpected situations" as soon as they receive orders to go to the mission area in China. A negative and war-avoiding mentality is spreading like a plague.
"So you mean...?" Anderson seemed to have grasped a bit of Uncle Kim's train of thought.
"Let 'them' go!" Uncle Jin said, enunciating each word clearly, his finger subtly pointing at Junichiro.
"That 'Early Tide' ship hasn't been officially commissioned yet, has it?"
They're still using the test sign! Let their people, in their ships, carry out reconnaissance missions that our people are currently unwilling or afraid to undertake!
Collect voiceprint, hydrological, and waterway data!
The problem was their technical malfunction or operational error, and it has nothing to do with our Seventh Fleet!
Success! We'll accept all the data!
Anderson's eyes lit up instantly, and the fat on his face trembled with excitement. He grabbed Uncle Jin's hand tightly and shook it vigorously.
"King! You're a genius! Brilliant! You're amazing, to think of such a brilliant idea! Perfect!"
He abruptly turned his head to look at Junichiro, who was becoming increasingly uneasy because of their whispers, and a smile that was a mixture of cruelty and pleasure spread across his face:
"Yes! This ignorant native dared to investigate us in secret from the very beginning, and then dared to humiliate us with an outrageous price! He should pay a 'small' price for his arrogance and ignorance!"
Upon hearing Uncle Jin casually suggest sending the "early-tide" class to "clear the landmines," Junichiro's face instantly drained of color, revealing an undisguised bitterness.
"Your Excellencies, this...this is probably not something I can decide! It's within the Maritime Self-Defense Force's authority. Although I was deeply involved in the construction of this vessel, its deployment and use..."
"JMSDF's authority?" Anderson, who had returned to the living room, leaned back in his chair with an air of superiority before he could finish speaking, his thick fingers tapping impatiently on the table, his tone utterly domineering and unquestionable.
"You mean, for such a trivial matter, General Harris has to personally call your Defense Minister? Or do you mean we should have Washington directly ask your Prime Minister's Office for their opinion?"
In the face of absolute power, so-called "authority" is nothing but a paper wall.
Junichiro's face drained of color, and his lips trembled as he lowered his head.
"...I...I understand. I will do my best...to make this happen."
Hey, this old guy's slippery!
Having come this far, is it merely a matter of facilitating things?
Come on, let's see how you old codger handle this move!
Uncle Jin's eyes flashed, and his face took on the coldness typical of the CIA: "That's not enough!"
"To ensure the smooth progress of this 'collaboration' and avoid any unnecessary...accidents, you need to deliver complete design drawings at an early stage. This is not a task you can simply accept; the relevant technical parameters must be evaluated by our professionals!"
As he spoke, Uncle Jin nodded to Anderson, who looked on with surprise:
"The honor of the Seventh Fleet cannot be tarnished. If you are easily caught in Chinese waters due to design flaws, it will be a disgrace to the Seventh Fleet, and you will not be able to bear the responsibility."
"Hahaha!" Anderson, who was standing to the side, burst into loud laughter as if he had heard something extremely funny.
He patted Uncle Jin on the shoulder, “Jin! You asked him for this? Hahaha! Don’t you know that the core main structure and power scheme of their ‘Early Tide’ class ship is a simplified version provided by our Naval Ship Engineering Center?”
Otherwise, could they have cobbled it together in such a short time by themselves? Even though it's just an 800-ton nearshore contraption.
He glanced smugly at Junichiro, whose face had become even uglier, and waved his hand at Uncle Jin: "You want to see the blueprints? Easy! Why waste time arguing with him here? Just come with me to the fleet's technical archives room, and you can look at the backup blueprints for the relevant parts!"
Anderson was smug and completely unaware of how much information he had revealed. Instead, he felt that he was showing Uncle Kim his connections and influence.
"That's settled then! By the way, Junichiro, such an important mission is being entrusted to you...aren't you going to...do something in return?"
Anderson rubbed his chubby fingers together in front of Junichiro.
He learned this gesture from Uncle King, who thought that rubbing his fingers together to represent Franklin's move was really cool!
"I understand...I understand!"
Uncle Jin ignored Junichiro's renewed scolding of his clansmen to find the little yellow croaker and just kept laughing.
What an unexpected surprise!
Hehehe, Anderson, you've really led the weasel into the chicken coop yourself!
Honestly, you really are a true 'mascot'!
With Anderson's "insider access" guaranteeing direct access to the most original technical data, Uncle Jin suddenly felt that continuing to argue with Junichiro would be a complete waste of time.
The two exchanged a knowing glance, picked up the small yellow croaker, and got up to leave.
Junichiro, who had been keeping his head down as if still processing the immense humiliation, suddenly spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it made the two of them pause slightly:
"Recently, the international situation has been changing rapidly. I have heard that some major powers committed to world peace seem to be brewing some kind of friendly agreement aimed at limiting the development of certain extremely destructive weapons?"
I wonder... I wonder if this kind of peace-promoting gospel will affect the prospects of the kind of 'technical cooperation' we are currently discussing?
"Will this create any unforeseen limitations or new technical requirements for our future 'data collection' activities in sensitive waters?"
Uncle Jin, still preoccupied with figuring out how to empty the rice bin, temporarily ignored this problem.
Brigadier General Anderson, who had already stepped out the door, paused upon hearing this, turned around, and casually replied with a hint of condescension:
"Hmph, you're well-informed. Yes, that's true, but that's not your concern. Just focus on your job!"
"Okay, please take care!"
After the two drove their car out of the manor gate.
Junichiro then regained his vitality.
"Hahaha! Just as I predicted, every step was exactly what I calculated! The surveillance order from Bald Eagle Daddy! I've got it!"