I make a living solving crimes.

Li He, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once wrote a poem.

Why don't men carry a Wu hook?

Collect fifty states in Guanshan.

Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while.

What if a scholar has ten thousand households?

Fifty states... Chang Wei looked at the fifty stars on the American Flag fluttering in front of him, and always felt that Li He's poem was very advanced!

By the way, should the sixth-generation aircraft be simply called Wu Gou?

Outside the Kadena Base, just across the street, the locals built a four-story building and named it "Baoan Hill."

The fourth floor has free viewing points and telescopes, allowing anyone to watch the flight training from a distance at any time.

It was said to be a “distant view”, but when Chang Wei climbed to the top of the building, he was immediately shocked by the scene that unfolded before his eyes.

With his physical strength, he could throw the grenade directly onto the tarmac.

You can see the takeoff and landing of various aircraft clearly.

To be honest, this kind of confidence of the Americans can easily make people lose the courage to resist.

Of course, they are indeed confident in their strength at this time.

Not to mention the two-front war, after all, Germany's defeat was mainly due to Russia's strength, but the Normandy Landing was indeed awesome.

Also, during World War II, building aircraft carriers was as easy as making dumplings, which was very despairing.

Ten years ago, under the blockade of Russia, they sent out 280,000 transport planes in one year to deliver food to feed more than two million people in Berlin.

Chang Wei never denied that the United States was powerful in the past. He was just sighing that facing such a powerful enemy, he really didn't know how his ancestors managed to survive.

Coming down from the "security hill", he strolled leisurely along the isolation zone formed by the barbed wire.

The soldiers drove their military vehicles recklessly on the streets, while the locals avoided them and did not even dare to show any dissatisfaction.

This timid expression made the soldiers laugh even more wildly.

In his previous life, Chang Wei had heard of the racial discrimination chain of contempt: white people - Latin Americans - Middle Easterners - Indians - black people - Asians.

The Asians here refer to East Asia, specifically the yellow race.

But he never understood how the Americans formed this view.

The three biggest losses they suffered in recent years were all at the hands of Asians.

Pearl Harbor, Iwo Jima—Cao County—Annan.

But they still think Asians are weak and can be bullied.

Typical of eating and remembering, not eating and beating.

That is just the forbearance under Confucian culture.

Not to mention China, even the Japanese who have been completely occupied are actually waiting for the day of counterattack.

The only country in East Asia whose backbone has been broken is South Korea.

Turning into an alley beside the street, Chang Wei squatted down, patted the little yellow dog on the head, and said seriously: "It's time for the Party and the people to test us."

The little yellow dog's electronic eyes were flashing, and it squatted on the ground obediently with its front legs together.

"Comrade Xiao Huang, now I have a difficult task for you." Chang Wei patted the little yellow dog's head with satisfaction, "After dark, you have to sneak into the air force base, find the U2 hangar, and find an infiltration and retreat route for me."

"Wow, wang wang."

"If necessary, you can create some commotion and turn the base into complete chaos."

"Wow, wang wang."

"Go."

Chang Wei sent the little yellow dog away and slowly walked into the ramen restaurant on the street.

It was not late at this time and there were no customers in the shop. There was only a middle-aged man standing behind the counter.

"What would you like to order?" The shop owner greeted Chang Wei warmly. Seeing that he didn't understand, he glanced at the Ren Danhu on his lips, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and asked again in Japanese: "What do you want to eat?"

Chang Wei smiled humbly, ordered a bowl of ramen in Japanese, and asked politely, "Did you speak Ryukyuan just now?"

"Of course, this is Ryukyu." The shop owner answered as a matter of course. Perhaps because of Chang Wei's good attitude, a standard business fake smile appeared on his cold face, "Are you from the main island?"

"Yes." Chang Wei stood up and bowed. "My name is Kato Ying. It's our first meeting. Please take care of me."

As he said that, he took out the money and handed it over with both hands.

The shopkeeper nodded, took the US dollars from Chang Wei, was stunned for a moment, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, "Are you here on business, Kato-kun?"

Chang Wei found a chair, sat down upright, spread his legs, and put his hands on his knees. "Yes, I came to Ryukyu for work. Excuse me, is there any good entertainment here?"

"Ryukyu is a small place, but you can go to Shuri Castle. It used to be our capital."

"Okay, I'll go." Chang Wei answered respectfully. After a while, he asked tentatively, "Then where do the American soldiers usually hang out?"

When the shop owner heard the word "ghostly", his pupils shrank.

But I didn't pay too much attention to it.

Most of the young people on the main island, especially those in front of us who clearly have signs of Self-Defense Force training, do not like the United States.

He pointed in the direction of the seaside. "There are bars and clubs there, but they don't entertain outsiders."

Chang Wei curled his lips and said, "I just came from the seaside. It's full of smoke and dirt there, and there are many shameless women."

The shop owner was stunned for a moment and sighed, "They are all forced by life. They are all poor people."

"No, they are the shame of the empire." Chang Wei stood up and retorted loudly, but suddenly realized that his attitude was too intense. He took a deep breath, sat in the chair sullenly and said no more.

When the shop owner brought the ramen to the counter, he clearly heard Chang Wei mutter, "Baga, damn beast."

After eating a bowl of ramen, Chang Wei came out of the store and visited a few shops on the street.

No matter whether the other party was enthusiastic or cold, he would try his best to get close to them and occasionally ask about the situation in the base.

In short, before dark, everyone on the street outside the base knew that a guy named Kato Ying had come from the main island.

He seemed to hate the soldiers in the base.

Leaning against the rocks by the western sea, Chang Wei was watching the sunset leisurely, with a little yellow dog squatting beside him.

The sun gradually sank below the sea level, but the rays of light in the sky became more and more brilliant. The red, orange, purple and gold intertwined together to form a colorful picture.

These colorful colors are also reflected on the sea surface, sparkling, as if the entire ocean is dyed with a layer of mysterious glow.

Not far away is a two-story geisha house, where men in kimonos and wooden clogs would come in and out from time to time, carrying women with porcelain-like hair shaved on their faces.

Chang Wei could never understand the Japanese aesthetic.

Does it look good with this on your face?

When night came, during a night of love, one of them took off her pants and looked like a child, and the other one was unrecognizable after taking off her makeup.

The little yellow dog's eyes emitted various colored lights that were projected onto the stone in front of Chang Wei.

Where is the hangar, where is the duty room, where is the ammunition depot, where is the oil depot.

Chang Wei's gaze stayed on the oil depot.

When the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, their biggest mistake was that they did not blow up the oil depot.

That oil depot was just five kilometers away from the harbor and stored 450 million tons of oil. If it had been bombed, not to mention Pearl Harbor, the entire Huva Island would probably have been destroyed!