My own war game

Chapter 196 The Voice of Hawaii

"Broadcasting center? You built the broadcasting center in the warehouse?" He Chi looked at the other two people.

"Hey, man, do you care which warehouse the sound on the radio comes from?" Taylor interjected.

"Okay, what are you going to do? We have limited time." He Chi looked at the two people.

Welch stepped forward and said, "I have an acquaintance here. Give me two minutes and I can get it done right away."

"Two minutes. If you can't handle it, I will use my own way." He Chi hugged his shoulders and hid the gun temporarily.

"Dude, can I just say you look pretty cool right now?"

Welch greeted the staff at the door with a smile, but the staff didn't react much when they saw him. It was obvious that this guy came here often.

He walked to a sign that said "Studio" and knocked on the door. After a while, a sweet girl with golden wavy hair came out. She held the door with one hand and looked at Welch helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Welch. I said I don't want to date you. The broadcast will start in 10 minutes. Please leave."

After saying this the girl wanted to close the hatch.

"Wait, Jennifer, listen to me, just one minute..." Welch said at the fastest speed.

The girl stared at the American pilot in front of her as if he were a fool. "George, listen to me. I know my refusal last time was a little too blunt."

Then she covered her forehead with her hands. "But you're using this kind of playful reason to try to convince me to tell nearly 40,000 people on the radio that a bomb will fall on their heads in a moment?"

"You have to know that I have finally got this position as a broadcaster, and there are many younger girls eyeing me. You can't use such a prank on me..."

"Sorry, two minutes are up." Someone interrupted the conversation between the two people very rudely. An Asian man looked at the female announcer named Jennifer and said, "Madam, I want to confirm, did you just reject this gentleman's proposal?"

"Sir, I don't know who you are, but I can't think of any reason to consider such an absurd suggestion." The girl chose to refuse without even thinking about it.

He Chi sighed, "Pity, I don't have enough time."

A silver revolver was revealed, the muzzle pointed toward the sky.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

A few pigeons were frightened and flew into the sky with flapping wings.

Inside the warehouse, Jennifer was dragged into the room with her mouth covered. Someone pointed a revolver at her and made her sit in front of the microphone.

"Sorry, baby, he brought me here like this too." Welch said awkwardly.

"Sir, please don't hurt us." The technician on the side also raised his hands high.

"Connect the equipment, quickly!" He Chi used the most violent method to threaten several people to set up the broadcasting equipment.

"Read according to the script..." The Oriental man waved the gun in his hand at the female announcer.

On the deck of the USS Arizona, a simple flag-raising ceremony had just ended. Because it was a rest day, the sailors who were on duty last night were all sleeping soundly in the cabin.

Several sailors were wiping the deck when suddenly someone came jogging over, leaving a trail of footprints on the freshly wiped ground.

"Hey, watch out, what are you doing?!" a hot-tempered person yelled.

"Big news! Big news! A big Hollywood star is coming to our place to give a consolation performance!" the person who rushed over shouted, turning back.

Just like dropping a stone into a calm lake, the crowd suddenly became chaotic. "Where's the news? How come I don't know about it?"

"Where can I offer condolences? I want to go and reserve a seat in advance."

"Who's coming?! Joan Fontaine? Katherine? It would be even better if it was Hedy Lamarr, I like her eyes."

"It was just announced on the radio that we'll be at the small square next to the air raid shelter in half an hour. As for who said they were the mysterious guest, we'll keep it a secret for now."

"Oh, I like this idea. What are we waiting for? Let's go."

After three years in the army, a sow becomes as beautiful as Diao Chan. In a place like Hawaii, there is really not much for soldiers to vent their desires except wine and Page 3 girl magazines.

Although there are beautiful nurses and female communications soldiers in field hospitals that can be pursued, those are the privileges of senior officers.

As a result, the irregular entertainment performances became the most anticipated thing for the soldiers, and the entire Pearl Harbor is now filled with the smell of hormones.

Many soldiers on leave put down their work and rushed to the square next to the air-raid shelter. Even the soldiers on night shift who were still lying in bed had their quilts pulled out by their friends.

"What's going on? Why are all the soldiers getting off the ship?" Admiral Kimmel, commander-in-chief of the Pacific Fleet, shouted while leaning against the window of his office.

"Sir, I heard on the radio that a big star from New York is here to entertain the troops, and the soldiers on the ship have all gone to the square next to the air-raid shelter." The assistant had just put down the phone and he just figured out the situation.

"Big star? Condolence? So many people know this, but no one told me, a four-star general?! This is a huge joke!" Kimmel threw down the towel in his hand and roared angrily - he was still shaving just now.

"Confirm it immediately, call the radio station and ask who told them the news!"

"Yes, General, I was calling just now, but no one answered." The assistant said, standing at attention.

At the Voice of Hawaii radio station, the phone in the corner had been ringing several times, but no one dared to answer it.

Jennifer, who was forced to finish reading the script, leaned against the wall with a frustrated look on her face. "It's over. My broadcasting career is ruined. I will become a laughing stock for everyone from now on."

The man in front of him put away his weapon. "No, ma'am, you will become a household name. If you can get through today safely, you will be the guardian angel of these soldiers."

"Dude, why don't you just say the Japanese are coming?" Taylor asked.

"Like them, how many people will believe me?" He Chi pointed at the staff who were trembling like rabbits around him.
Then he told Jennifer, "You guys stay here for a while. The radio station won't be a major target. You should be safe here."

The expression on Jennifer's face looked like she was crying and laughing at the same time. She probably thought the person in front of her was a mentally ill lunatic.

Buzz buzz~~~~
The roar coming from the sky interrupted the conversation of several people. He Chi opened the window and looked out. Dozens of green and white painted planes emerged from the clouds, with the rising sun logo on them eye-catching.

Japanese planes!

They are really here!

Everyone in the broadcasting room was stunned. Jennifer's eyes widened as she looked at the scene outside the window in disbelief, covering her mouth.

Suddenly, two planes in the sky turned their noses and flew straight towards here.

"Wait, what was this radio station used for before?" He Chi turned around and asked Taylor who was standing beside him.

"Uh, it looks like an abandoned oil warehouse..."

"Fuck! Everybody get out! Quick!!!"

(End of this chapter)