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.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

If the person who was bribed did not die in the explosion, the detective agency could kill that person directly 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.