America 1881: Legend of the West

This is a Chinese sailor, holding a bucket in his right hand with a mop standing in the bucket; there is some garbage piled in the bucket on his left hand.

He stepped out of the shadows, came to the American soldiers who were drinking and barbecuing, and placed the barrel on the deck.

The Chinese sailor took the mop out of the bucket and placed it on the deck.

The water on the mop quickly seeped out, moistening the deck around the mop.

The sailor bent down and began to mop the ground.

Roberts drank until his eyes were red.

He took a look at this inconspicuous Chinese sailor.

The man had a beard and no expression on his face.

Roberts frowned and elbowed another naval soldier next to him:
"Where did this guy come from? Why do I have no impression of him?"

The naval soldier was also drunk and staggering. When he heard Roberts greeting him, he looked in the direction the latter pointed:
"Oh, his name is Chen Long. He is an American sailor. He boarded a ship in Boston not long ago. He is responsible for burning coal and cleaning the ship. I heard that this guy used to be a miner. Hehe, this kind of person deserves to spend his whole life with gangsters. Dealing with coal.

When Roberts heard this, his bloodshot eyes were filled with contempt.

He shouted to the sailor:
"Hey! Chinese! Why don't you just stay in your cabin and what are you doing up here?"

The Chinese sailor ignored him, but still dragged the deck with his head down.

He held the handle of the mop and pushed it all the way to Roberts.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Don't you understand English?" Roberts stood up from his seat and shouted to the Chinese sailor.

A gust of sea breeze blew over, making Roberts drunk.

He threw the bottle of beer directly at the Chinese sailor.

But I don't know whether it was because Roberts' hands were shaking after drinking too much wine, or because the Chinese sailor happened to turn around to get the bucket behind him.

"Snapped!"

The bottle of beer did not hit the Chinese sailor, but hit the deck behind his heels and shattered.

This crisp sound also attracted the attention of other American soldiers around.

The white foamy beer liquid spread all over the floor, and the part that was thrown out soaked the lower half of the sailor's trousers. .

The bearded Chinese sailor turned around, raised his head, and glanced at Roberts with an indifferent expression.

He said nothing and remained silent.

The sailor bent down and slowly rolled up his wet trouser legs.

Then he walked over to his two barrels and lifted them to where the bottles had broken.

He bent down and picked up the broken glass bottles one by one and threw them into the trash can.

"Hahaha, this guy is a coward!" Roberts pointed at the Chinese sailor and laughed.

The soldiers next to him also laughed.

This Chinese man's behavior is in line with their usual perception that he is timid and doesn't like to cause trouble.

When they were in school, they liked to bully people like this the most.

Roberts became more serious and threw away the half-stub of cigarette hanging from his mouth.

The Chinese sailor still showed no intention of resisting, picked up the cigarette and threw it into the empty barrel.

After picking up the trash, I started mopping the beer that had been spilled on the deck.

While dragging, he looked at the sailors with indifferent eyes from time to time.

"What the hell are you looking at? What are you looking at?!" Roberts strode straight towards the Chinese sailor.

But before he had taken a few steps, he suddenly felt as if he had stepped on something under his feet. He slipped and fell flat on his butt.

The other sailors burst into laughter again.

Roberts became angry and climbed up on his hands and feet, only to find that the Chinese sailor had disappeared.

The two buckets and mops that had been in the corner were gone.

"Okay, Roberts, come back and have a drink!" The captain walked down from the bridge, followed by the first mate.

They were still discussing material distribution in the command room just now.

"Captain, the ambassador said we should send some to those cigarette factories outside Havana. Some Chinese and black people there are also Americans." The first mate said from behind the captain.

The captain glanced at the first mate behind him:
"Are you the savior?"

The first mate shook his head quickly.

"No one has anything to eat, so will you feed the mules and horses at home?"

The first mate shook his head again.

"But the ambassador said"

"The ambassador is a politician and will pay attention to political influence, but we are not. We have to pay attention to the rationality of limited resources. This is not a ghost place like New Mexico." The captain cleared his throat and said, "I admit that those people are very good at their work, but they You should always know your place.”

The two soon joined the crew's party.

The incident that just happened was just a small episode and could not affect the interest of everyone on the ship at all.

The Chinese sailor carried two buckets and went down to the cabin again.

The lights in the cabin aisle were extremely dim.

There is no one here, and it is extremely quiet, just like the quiet harbor of Havana outside.

The crew were all on the deck to release their boredom and boredom during the day. No one wanted to stay in this dull cabin.

The Chinese sailor touched his beard.

These beards are glued on and very uncomfortable.

He thought about it, but still didn't tear it off.

During this time, both the scientists at the Roswell Ordnance Factory and the executives at Sanjiang Bank and the Border Detective Agency received a piece of news.

Their boss, Chen Jianqiu, went abroad.

Went on vacation to Switzerland.

As usual, in the boss's absence, company decisions are made jointly by the finance and legal centers.

No one could have imagined that their boss was on board the Maine at this time.

He planned to sink the ship.

This matter could have been left to the Border Detective Agency.

Since Chen Jianqiu returned from Cuba for the first time, the Border Detective Agency began to infiltrate Cuba.

They have many ways to handle this.

For example, buying local Spanish soldiers.

If the bribed person didn't die in the explosion, the detective agency could kill him right after the incident.

Unknowingly.

Or they can use their ability to stir up trouble. As long as the fire is successful, everything will be fine. Even if they are found out, they can refuse to admit it.

There was absolutely no need for Chen Jianqiu to risk his life.

But the only disadvantage of this kind of thing is that it is really not controllable.

There is also a saying that in the original historical line, the Maine was going to explode, and it seemed that he did not need to do anything extra.

But the problem is that after he traveled through time, the entire timeline changed.

He really wasn't sure if this would ever happen again.

Chen Jianqiu didn't know the real reason for the explosion of the Maine.

What if the friend who caused the explosion was killed by me at some point in time, or died from a decision I made in the past ten years?
As ridiculous as it sounds, it's entirely possible.

The butterfly flaps its wings, and no one knows when and where the storm will occur.

Besides, the fewer people who know about this, the better.

If the Maine had been silent, then judging by the nature of the people on the deck, at least two hundred people would have died.

These are more than two hundred lives.

After much thought, Chen Jianqiu decided to do it himself.

Anyway, I have committed enough murders, so I am not worried about having too many debts, and it doesn't matter if I have two hundred more.

Chen Jianqiu continued walking along the corridor.

Before boarding the ship, he obtained the drawings of the Maine through channels.

The ship's ammunition magazine was located on the starboard side of the bow, right next to the coal storage compartment.

Walk straight ahead along the corridor until you reach the end, and you will reach the next level.

Chen Jianqiu threw the mop and bucket against the wall of the corridor and continued walking forward with the other bucket.

As he walked, he pushed aside the glass bottle slag and other debris in the bucket, revealing a tightly wrapped package.

Utility barrels were also placed on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu opened the package as he walked.

This is a sophisticated bomb.

Designed by Mr. Hudson Maxim, the chief bomb designer of Roswell, the TNT explosive was controlled by a small alarm clock to determine the time of detonation.

Chen Jianqiu took the bomb in his hand and walked to the end of the corridor.

The ammunition compartment is in front.

Chen Jianqiu took out a master key designed by Sean from his pocket.

This is one of the few "works" created by black people since they were awarded the title of "Hawaiian Prince Consort".

According to his boasting, this key combines his experience and wisdom and can open most of the current locks.

But when Chen Jianqiu walked to the door of the ammunition compartment, he found that he was worrying too much.

The door of the ammunition compartment was not closed at all and there was no one guarding it.

This was somewhat beyond Chen Jianqiu's expectations.

When he had scouted the area before, the cabin door was always closed at night, and occasionally a patrolman would pass by.

Chen Jianqiu just went to the deck to count the servants.

Sure enough, Roberts, who was in charge of patrol, was already drunk.

Just as Chen Jianqiu was about to walk into the ammunition compartment and place the explosives.

Suddenly, a peculiar smell came from the corridor.

Chen Jianqiu was very familiar with this taste.

That's a smell that no coal miner wants to smell.

Chen Jianqiu hurried out of the ammunition compartment.

He walked forward a few steps and found that the door of the coal storage bin was not closed.

That’s where the smell comes from.

It was pitch black inside.

Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode.

The coal carts were placed haphazardly at the hatchway, and the coal for the boilers was broken into small pieces and piled together.

Chen Jianqiu picked up one of the pieces and found that the coal was wet, perhaps because the air was humid or for some other reason.

A gust of wind blew in from the direction of the corridor and poured into the coal storage bunker.

This has all the makings of a spontaneous combustion.

Chen Jianqiu hadn't seen any open flames yet, but smoke was already rising from the coal pile.

He finally understood why the Maine had remained silent.

It seems that God wants this ship to sink.

Chen Jianqiu quickly put away the bomb.

There is no need to plant bombs now.

As long as the coal pile naturally ignites a fire soon, it will be inevitable that the ammunition depot next door will explode and cause a secondary explosion.

No matter how big the ship is, it will sink.

The only question now is whether Chen Jianqiu can escape from the battleship before the explosion.

Chen Jianqiu quickly evacuated in the direction he came from.

Nature won't give you an alarm when it comes to spontaneous combustion of coal piles, so the sooner the better.

Fortunately, Boss Chen’s skills have not declined.

He quickly returned to the deck and ran towards the lifeboat he had prepared in the shadows.

Because the Maine had a deep draft, it didn't take him too long to get from the side of the ship to the lifeboat.

Chen Jianqiu rowed the lifeboat and drove it out.

Just as the boat was approaching the coast and Chen Jianqiu jumped off the boat, there was a loud noise behind him, followed by flames shooting into the sky!

A ball of flame burning in the night sky!

The Maine exploded.