America 1881: Legend of the West

The matter of selling guns to the Chinese rebel army went very smoothly until the last step.

The first batch of four hundred rifles and bullets boarded a ship flying the Mexican flag and sailed into the port of Santiago, which was still under Spanish control.

This time, in addition to Chen Jianqiu himself, there was also his wife Camilla.

When he returned to New York, he told Camilla about it.

Without saying a word, the Puerto Rican beauty started packing her bags to prepare for the trip with her husband.

"I know it there." Camilla said lightly while packing her luggage.

Her violet eyes blinked at Chen Jianqiu several times, leaving Chen Jianqiu unable to find any reason to refuse.

Regarding this matter, the happiest person is undoubtedly their son Chen Pengkun.

He originally thought that his parents were gone and that only the little Astor godfather who was always obedient to him was left in New York.

I can be lawless.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jianqiu did not follow common sense.

Someone was sent directly to Hawaii and handed the young master to Sean, along with a letter asking him to discipline him strictly.

Chen Jianqiu also brought forty elite members of the Longxiang Group, pretending to be crew members, to escort the weapon to its destination.

The munitions box was stuffed into a pile of potatoes as was customary.

No one wants to open a pile of potatoes that are almost stinky from the sun.

What's more, under the first layer of potatoes, there is an envelope stuffed with Cuban pesos.

Chen Jianqiu hired Santos, a Mexican who has been doing business in Cuba all year round, to handle the matter.

The guns and ammunition were unloaded and dragged to a warehouse that Santos had already found, ready to be loaded onto a carriage and transported out of the city the next day.

Then, as expected, an accident occurred.

Lai Gubei couldn't find where his father's troops were.

According to the original plan, after arriving at the Port of Santiago, Lai Gubei would go to the streets with members of the underground rebel organization in the city to obtain the latest address of the Chinese rebel army.

But when Chen Jianqiu and Lai Gubei walked along the crooked streets to a Chinese-style medicine shop, they found that the door of the medicine shop was closed and even had a seal on it.

"What, what's going on?" Lai Gubei stood in front of the drug store's door and looked around.

He considered whether to knock on the door.

But his shoulders were quickly hugged by Chen Jianqiu.

The latter lowered the brim of his hat, pointed to a Spanish-style church next to the drug store with a smile, and commented:

"The roof of this church is really beautiful, tsk tsk, these lines, tsk tsk, these materials!"

While Chen Jianqiu was commenting, he was communicating with Lai Gubei, who looked confused, as if he was a tourist from out of town.

"Come on, let's take a closer look." He pulled the young man and slowly turned into an alley next to the church.

"Mr. Chen, we."

Lai Gubei's body was out of his control, and he was led away by Chen Jianqiu. His feet just walked subconsciously. He was a little confused and wanted to ask for clarification.

"Be natural, don't look around, and talk as you should." Chen Jianqiu quickened his pace and whispered to him, "We are being watched."

Lai Gubei, who had never experienced this before, suddenly became nervous and had to follow Chen Jianqiu back and forth through the nearby alleys.

The streets in this city are quite unique, that is, none of them are straight from south to north, but are crooked and directional.

But it’s also great for getting rid of stalkers.

After turning around for so many times that he couldn't remember, Chen Jianqiu finally stopped in front of a building with orange tiles and white walls that looked like a Tuscan style.

Lai Gubei was still too nervous to look back.

But Chen Jianqiu calmly took out a cigar and lit it for himself:

"The man has been dumped." He took a puff of his cigar and said, "The drug store is now a trap. Your underground stronghold is probably gone. As for your comrades, they are most likely in the cells of the colonial government."

Lai Gu's north face is as gray as ashes.

"We also have an alternate point of contact, at the sugar cane trading market, theirs"

His words were immediately interrupted by Chen Jianqiu.

The latter glanced at him with a cigar in his mouth and said unceremoniously:

"Young man, let me tell you that the first rule of thumb for someone engaged in underground work is to never reveal the name, location and other information about the contact person to a third party."

He stared straight at Lai Gubei:

"This habit of yours will kill them."

Chen Jianqiu was slightly worried.

If the intelligence personnel of the Chinese rebel army were as good as Lai Gubei, I'm afraid the whole team would be turned upside down by the Spaniards.

"Sorry, Mr. Chen, I was anxious just now." Lai Gubei soon realized that his behavior was too reckless and apologized.

"Don't contact them at the backup contact point for the time being." Chen Jianqiu smoked a cigar, leaned against the white pillar, thought for a moment and said, "Let me think about any new methods."

The two of them walked along the alley towards the hotel where they were staying.

"Our troops should not be too far from here, because the task my father received is to contain the Spanish army here."

On the way, Lai Gubei whispered to Chen Jianqiu.

"Before I left, I made an agreement with my father that he would wait for my equipment near San Diego."

Chen Jianqiu walked, listened, and nodded.

They passed a newsstand.

Chen Jianqiu bought one copy of each of the newspapers placed on the newsstand.

These newspapers are all in Spanish.

The Spanish that Chen Jianqiu knows is limited to some simple or crude greetings.

Examples include "Good morning, baby!" and "Fuck you."

The former was taught to him by Camila, and the latter was taught to him by himself after dealing with the Mexican gangsters for too many times.

Of course, at this level, one cannot read these newspapers.

Chen Jianqiu rolled them up and held them in his hand. The part he couldn't hold was directly given to Lai Gubei.

The two men quickly returned to the hotel.

This hotel is the largest hotel in the Port of San Diego, close to the port, next to the warehouse where they store guns.

Chen Jianqiu asked Lai Gubei to rest first, then climbed up to the second floor and returned to his room.

At this time, Camilla was packing their luggage.

Including clothing and weapons.

"How's it going? Is it going well?"

Camilla took out three improved grenades from the box and put them into another box like soap.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

He told Camilla the details.

"Here are the newspapers from the past two days. Let's see if you can find something useful for me." Chen Jianqiu threw the newspapers he bought onto the bed and spread them out one by one.

Camilla put down what she was doing, straightened her skirt, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to quickly retrieve the contents of the newspaper.