The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 210: Will the pineapple and ham pizza make Yidai resist to the end?

There was always an invisible sense of tension in the port of Casablanca during the war years, with merchant ships and fishing boats running side by side, and mist and salt air mixed together.

Every traveler who leaves here carries a different destiny, whether it is escape or seeking a new life.

Bruce took Mattia through the bustling port, through countless narrow streets and alleys, and finally came to an inconspicuous warehouse.

The warehouse was filled with the aroma of tobacco, liquor and candy.

It is inconspicuous, even a little dirty, but the goods here are more precious than anywhere else.

Bruce showed all these supplies to Mattia generously. When Mattia saw Bruce take out a passport from his pocket, his heart skipped a beat.

That was the White Eagle passport. In this era, the existence of this passport meant endless possibilities and meant that there was an inextricable connection with one of the most powerful countries in the world.

Then there was another document from the White Eagle Intelligence Agency. Mattia widened his eyes and looked at the blond man in front of him.

"Do you think this is enough?"

Mattia nodded subconsciously.

Yes, he knew that he had made the right bet. These tobacco, candies and alcoholic beverages seemed simple, but they were full of huge exchange value. As long as Bruce could pass through the blockade of the naval allies and transport these goods to the Hans-occupied area in northern Italy, what could stop him?

"What we need is your skills, Mattia," Bruce continued. "Your talent in shipbuilding can help us accomplish more important tasks."

"Of course, it's not just your skills. I need the entire team, all the skills, experience, and all the connections you can provide in this city."

Bruce took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket and flipped them open casually, revealing the densely packed names and numbers on them.

"Look at these, Mattia." Bruce pointed to the lists. "This is the first batch of partners we are planning to work with. As long as you and your people are willing, we can offer you a new start."

Mattia looked at the lists, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart.

He knew that Bruce was no ordinary businessman or broker, and that there must be greater power and network behind him.

Since the person in front of you is so mysterious and powerful, why not obey him and escape from suffering?

At this moment, this thought filled Mattia's mind.

Bruce saw Mattia's expression, nodded with satisfaction and smiled.

He pulled a contract from his pocket and pushed it in front of Mattia: "Sign this and you will get everything we offer."

Mattia looked at the contract. The densely packed clauses on it made him feel dizzy, but he did not hesitate and quickly picked up the pen and signed his name.

In the following period, Bruce took quick action.

Using Mattia as a springboard, Bruce and other synth spies dispersed into the Italian area controlled by Hans.

With the help of Mattia's connections, they quickly contacted various Italian military-industrial enterprises such as Fiat Automobile, Caproni Aircraft, Ansaldo Shipbuilding, and Oto Melara Artillery.

As Hans took over Northern Italy, these factories were filled with frustrated engineers and technicians.

The Allied forces led by White Eagle and Hans only focused on those well-known technical masters, which gave Bruce and others the opportunity to win over these mid-level technical personnel.

With precious wartime supplies and green swords leading the way, Bruce brought 371 Italian families on board in the first round alone, including 63 engineers, 281 skilled workers, 17 frogmen, paratroopers, naval officers and other technical personnel.

Although people like Mattia don't know why white people like Bruce are working for the Qian leader of a former colony of the John people far away in Southeast Asia.

But since the other party needs his skills, they estimate that the treatment will at least not be bad.

They knew Bruce wasn't a kind savior, but in this broken world, how many people could make such an offer out of desperation?

So when Zhang Chi received the coded telegram from Bruce at the Casablanca Commercial Telegraph Office indicating that everything was going well, the first cruise ship carrying the Stunning Family had already entered the Suez Canal.

With the names of Stevenson and the White Eagle Intelligence Agency, these people will have unimpeded access on their next journey across Europe and Asia.

As for how Bruce and other synths obtained the White Eagle Intelligence Agency's outer shell, we will talk about it later.

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“Opportunities always come to those who are prepared.”

Zhang Chi looked at the telegram in front of him and knew that Bruce's line would continuously bring him technical talents from Europe.

This is the advantage of being a time traveler. You can always take the initiative to plan, use White Eagle's money, White Eagle's credentials and connections, and carry out the "Paperclip" operation before White Eagle.

It seems that it is time to build a group of expert buildings for these upcoming experts.

Thinking about how to treat these experts with the best treatment so that they can work for him with 200% enthusiasm, Zhang Chi suddenly thought of something.

As a subtropical climate zone, Bago is naturally rich in pineapples.

How about getting some pineapple and ham pizza for these Italian engineers who came from afar?

I'm afraid they'll rebel by then...

Thinking about those classic Italian jokes from World War II, Zhang Chi himself started laughing.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Qi pushed open the office door and walked in.

"This is the latest model of radio produced by Radio Institute No. 9. It's much smaller than the one you borrowed from John." Xiao Qi came in and took out a solid wood style semiconductor radio like presenting a treasure.

"Oh?"

Although its appearance and craftsmanship gave it a retro, high-end feel, it was still the size of a pillow when placed before his eyes. Zhang Chi thought to himself, "Is this a lot smaller?"

This newly produced radio is almost a circle larger than the double-slot tape recorder from the 90s, but compared with the radio that is about the size of the old black and white TV in his office, this new model produced by the Ninth Radio Institute is indeed much smaller.

He had even stolen that old, gold-inlaid, Bombay-produced luxury radio from John Airport.

That luxurious radio originally belonged to the airport commander Sir Spencer, and was considered the pinnacle of John's work in the field of civilian semiconductors before the war.

"Director Guan from the Ninth Radio Research Institute said this thing uses three turtle-shaped tubes." Xiao Qi plugged in the new radio and introduced it like a salesman. "It's 3% smaller than similar White Eagle products, has better sound quality, and uses less power."

"It's a silicon transistor, not a turtle body tube. Xiaoqi, you remembered it wrong." Zhang Chi corrected Xiaoqi with a chuckle, and turned on the switch of the new product, ready to try it out.

As he pulled out the antenna and turned the knob to search for channels, a clear, melodious female voice came out from the radio speaker:

"Recently, our brave and fearless Western Yunnan Expeditionary Force, under the leadership of General Wei and the wise command of XX..."