A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 592 Toys are so much fun! A nearly 4-meter-long fully simulated strategic submarine!

After Johnson, with his buttocks clenched, finally managed to carry the large boxes back to the dock, a cruise ship docked at another dock not far away was already sounding its long horn.

"A 1:253 scale replica of the Washington-class strategic nuclear submarine produced by Revell. Even the torpedo compartment is a 1:1 replica!"

"This is a model of the USS Lexington Sea Power series aircraft carrier, modeled after the USS Lexington aircraft carrier."

"This gift is enough to show our sincerity!"

"Take it back! Let your child experience the greatness of the bald eagle! It would be best if he could follow in his father's footsteps and continue to serve us!"

Uncle Jin then spoke a passage in English with that strange pause, emphasizing the word "we".

The middle-aged man watched silently as the group of men in trench coats completely tore open the outer packaging of the toys, and even opened the internal compartments of the simulation model to examine them one by one.

"Is it really a 1:1 replica? Even the engine compartment is reproduced?"

"Ok!"

Uncle Jin bowed slightly: "The bald eagle is amazing, isn't it! Even a toy is made so well! So, do a good job with the task I've given you! Only then can we embrace the future together!"

The middle-aged man choked back a sob: "It's confirmed, it's confirmed! This unique way of speaking, and the fact that he didn't say 'Federal' or 'CIA' at the end, but used the word 'I'..."

"I guess you'd prefer to use another term instead of these nouns?"

"Comrade?"

The middle-aged man's mind raced, and tears welled in his eyes. But he turned his head away sullenly.

No, I can't look at them too much. In fact, I have to forget those sparkling eyes from my mind!

……

After a long while, unable to find anything wrong, the man in the trench coat handed the toys to the middle-aged man, allowing them to board the small boat docked at the pier.

Johnson, with his head down, was the first to run to the cockpit of the small boat and start the engine.

As the small boat sped towards the cruise ship, Uncle Jin's gloves, hidden in his sleeve, twitched again.

The eyes hidden under the brim of the hat also became somewhat dull.

Tsk tsk, the aura has changed!

The man in the trench coat, who was leading the group, approached Uncle Jin somewhat awkwardly: "LARRY! Oh, you're not unhappy with us, are you? You know, this is just routine. You suddenly pulling something out already violated procedure! We were just going along with your wishes to let them board the ship smoothly..."

Uncle Jin took out a bunch of cigars and handed them out to the men in trench coats, flashing them his perfect smile.

"No! It's nothing, thank you all. You didn't do anything wrong. You know these people are the core of our welfare program; if anything went wrong, it would be a big problem! That famous recreational activity on the farm hasn't been held in a long time!"

"No way my ass!" The man in the trench coat, who was leading the group, cursed inwardly as he listened to Uncle Jin's seemingly kind but actually threatening words.

As for the "entertainment activities" that Uncle Jin mentioned, well, have you seen the movie "Battle Royale"?

This recreational activity is similar to that thing; both are part of the CIA's internal criminal code. In any case, those who participate in this activity will never be able to move.

Uncle Jin, currently a favorite of the bureau chief, is capable of sending his group inside for a bit of fun.

Uncle Jin glanced at the man in the trench coat who was sweating profusely, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Beware, there won't be a next time!"

After saying that, Uncle Jin stared blankly at the sea, seemingly lost in thought.

Until, a song drifted from afar...

"Ah, goodbye friend, ah, goodbye friend..."

"Ah, goodbye, my friend, goodbye, goodbye!"

The man in the trench coat, who was in the lead, also heard it and looked at Uncle Jin's sour face: "Hey, they're even singing now! Boss, should we teach them a lesson?"

"How to give?"

"Hehe, we still have manpower on the cruise ship! All we need is a activation code to take them on!"

"Huh? How come I didn't know about this arrangement!"

“Uh…” The man in the trench coat looked around: “Remember the former supervisor you got rid of? He was transferred to Southeast Asia to command the action team, and this plan was devised by him…”

"Humph!"

Uncle Jin snorted coldly, took a few steps forward, and came directly to the edge of the dock.

The murky seawater, whipping up waves, crashed violently against the wooden bridge frame.

Uncle Jin stood there, silently joining in the singing:

"If I survive and die in battle, you don't need to bury me..."

The man in the trench coat hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward: "Boss, this operation was initiated by him personally. The project execution document is still in my hands; it hasn't been submitted yet..."

"You called me BOSS?"

"Hehe, can you fixate on this port as your planned port of entry? I know everyone here, from the coast guard to the dockworkers!"

"what's your name?"

"Larry! Black Shark Jack! Also, Mr. Situ from San Francisco is my godfather!"

Larry, the man in the trench coat, rolled the documents in his hand into a small cylinder and stretched it out straight out.

A slight ripple finally appeared on Uncle Jin's usually calm face. He also extended a pair of hands from under his coat.

With both hands, he extended his thumbs, bent his index fingers, and extended the other three fingers, bowing to the man in the trench coat.

"Three main roads lead to the capital, where Zhuge Liang drills a million soldiers. The three sworn brothers of the Peach Garden join forces to defeat Cao Cao's camp."

The man in the trench coat stepped back, awkwardly adopting the "three and a half sticks of incense" etiquette.

"Peach blossoms bloom, their fragrance spreading for miles; I have long admired your virtuous character. The heroes of the world gather at Red Flower Gathering; do not harm yourself."

Uncle Jin finally let out a sigh of relief: "Hey, you guys were hiding it well!"

"Just trying to make a living. You know how tough things are lately!" The man in the trench coat gave a wry smile. "If I don't find something to do, I won't even be able to afford to dye my hair!"

"Tsk! Back in the day, that old man wielded two pistols to protect his senior during his speech at Bald Eagle. How impressive he was! You guys have really fallen on hard times!" Uncle Jin took the paper tube from the man in the trench coat, but didn't even unfold it. Instead, he folded the paper into a square and threw it down the wooden walkway.

"Huh? What's this?"

Jack, the man in the trench coat, paused for a moment, then looked at Uncle Jin with some confusion.

Uncle Jin shook his head: "Let's go! Let's go back and make some plans!"

"Hey, should I keep calling you Jack, or should I call you something else?"

The man in the trench coat said with a pained expression, "You should still call yourself Jack. The Godfather gave you that name; it's a bit too colloquial!"

"tell me the story?"

"Haonan..."

"It sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Uh……"

The two whispered to each other as they slowly walked away.

Just then, an arm reached out from under the bridge and picked up the document that had been folded into a square.

"Ugh, another cold water dive. I'm really cursed! But the CIA really does have some tricks up their sleeve!"

Mulan, who was clamoring to board the ship early, peeked out from under the covered bridge, carefully secured the documents, and then plunged into the sea.

"Hehehe, even with some skills, they can't escape Uncle Jin's schemes. There are only two of them; once they're gone, the comrades will be safe!"