America 1881: They Call Me Legend

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

He stepped out of the shadows, approached the American soldiers who were drinking and roasting meat, and put the barrels on the deck.

The Chinese sailors took the mop out of the bucket and put it on the deck.

The water seeped out of the mop quickly, wetting the deck around the mop.

The sailor bent down and began to drag the ground.

Roberts' eyes were red from drinking.

He looked at this humble Chinese sailor.

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

Roberts frowned, and elbowed another navy soldier next to him:
"Where did this man come from, why do I have no impression of him?"

The navy soldier was also drunk, and when he heard Roberts calling him, he looked in the direction the latter pointed:
"Oh, his name is Chen Long. He is an American sailor. He was on a ship in Boston not long ago and was responsible for burning coal and cleaning the ship. I heard that this guy used to be a miner. dealing with coal.

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

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

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

Holding the handle of the mop, he pushed it all the way in front of Roberts.

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

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

He directly threw the bottle of beer in his hand at the Chinese sailor.

But I don't know if it was because Roberts drank too much wine and his hands were shaking, or the Chinese sailor just turned around to get the barrel behind him.

"Snapped!"

The bottle of beer didn't hit the Chinese sailor, but hit the deck behind his heels and shattered him.

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 trouser legs. .

The bearded Chinese sailor turned around, raised his head, and glanced at Roberts indifferently.

He didn't say anything, and remained silent.

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

Then he went to his two barrels and lifted them to the place where the wine bottle was broken.

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

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

The soldiers next to him also laughed.

The performance of this Chinese is in line with their usual cognition, cowardly, and doesn't like to cause trouble.

When they were in school, they liked people like bullying the most.

Roberts got worse and threw the half of the cigarette hanging from his mouth.

The Chinese sailor still didn't have any intention of resisting, picked up the cigarette and threw it into the empty bucket.

After picking up that trash, start mopping the beer spilled on the deck.

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

"Fuck, look at it, what are you looking at?!" Roberts strode straight towards the Chinese sailor.

But he didn't take a few steps, but suddenly he felt as if he stepped on something under his feet, slipped and fell down.

The other sailors laughed again.

Roberts was furious and got up with hands and feet, only to find that the Chinese sailor had disappeared.

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

"Okay, Roberts, hurry back and have a drink!" The captain walked off the bridge, followed by the first officer.

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

"Captain, the ambassador said that we should also send some to the cigarette factories outside Havana. Some Chinese and blacks there are also Americans." The first officer said behind the captain.

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

The first officer quickly shook his head.

"People don't have to eat, will you feed the mules and horses at home?"

The first officer shook his head again.

"But the ambassador said"

"Ambassadors are politicians, and they 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 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 where you are.”

The two soon joined the crew's party.

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

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

The lights in the aisle of the cabin were extremely dim.

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

The crew all released their day's boredom and boredom on the deck, and no one wanted to stay in this dreary cabin.

The Chinese sailor touched his beard.

These mustaches are glued on and very uncomfortable.

He thought about it, but still didn't tear up these things.

During this period, whether it was the scientists of the Roswell Ordnance Factory, or the executives of the Sanjiang Bank and the Border Detective Agency, they all received a message.

Their boss, Chen Jianqiu, has gone abroad.

Went to Switzerland for vacation.

As usual, on days when the boss is away, corporate 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 intends to sink the ship.

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

Since Chen Jianqiu came back 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 soldiers in Spain.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

If the bribed person didn't die from the explosion, the detective agency could kill that person right after it happened.

Unknowingly.

Or use their ability to fan the flames, 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 he didn't seem to need to do anything extra.

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

He's really not sure if something like this will ever happen again.

Chen Jianqiu did not know the real reason for the Maine explosion.

In case, the friend who made the explosion was killed by him at a certain time, or died of a decision he made in the past ten years.
As far as it sounds, the possibility is entirely there.

Butterflies flap their wings, no one knows when and where the storm will break out.

Also, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

If the Maine is silent, then at least 200 people will die according to the pissing nature of the people on the deck.

This is more than 200 living lives.

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

Anyway, I have already committed enough murders, so I don't worry about debts, and it doesn't matter if there are 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 depot was on the starboard bow, next to the coal compartment.

Go straight along the corridor until you reach the end, and you can reach it on the next floor.

Chen Jianqiu threw the mop and bucket by the wall of the corridor, and continued walking forward with another bucket.

As he walked, he pushed aside the slag of glass bottles and other sundries in the bucket, revealing a tightly packed package.

The trash can was also placed on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu opened the package while walking.

It's a neat bomb.

Designed by Mr. Hudson Maxim, Roswell's chief bomb designer, TNT explosives are detonated by a small alarm clock.

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

Ahead is the ammunition bay.

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

This can be regarded as one of the few "works" made by a black man after he was awarded the "Hawaiian Son-in-law".

According to what he boasted, this key is a combination of his experience and wisdom, which can open most of the current locks.

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

The door to the ammunition bay was left open and unattended.

This was beyond Chen Jianqiu's expectation.

When he stepped on the spot before, the door of the cabin was always closed at night, and occasionally patrollers would pass by.

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

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

Just as Chen Jianqiu was about to enter the ammunition compartment and put down the explosives.

Suddenly, a special smell came from the corridor.

Chen Jianqiu couldn't be more familiar with this smell.

That is the smell that all coal miners don't want to smell.

Chen Jianqiu hurried out of the ammunition compartment.

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

The taste comes from here.

It was dark inside.

Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode.

The small trolleys for transporting coal were randomly placed at the cabin door, and the coal used for the boilers was broken into small pieces and piled up together.

Chen Jianqiu picked up one of them, and found that the coal was wet, whether it was due to the humid air or other reasons.

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

This has all the conditions for spontaneous combustion.

Chen Jianqiu hadn't seen the open fire yet, but a puff of smoke had already filled the air from the coal pile.

He finally understood why the Maine was silent.

It seemed that heaven wanted the ship to sink.

Chen Jianqiu quickly put away the bomb.

There is no need to plant bombs now.

As long as there is an open fire in the coal pile, it will be inevitable to detonate the ammunition depot next door and cause a martyrdom.

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 will not give you an alarm clock for spontaneous combustion of coal piles, so the sooner the better.

Fortunately, Boss Chen's skills did not fall behind.

He quickly returned to the deck, while using the shadows to run to the escape boat he had prepared long ago.

Because of the Maine's deep draft, it didn't take long for him to get down the side of the ship to the escape boat.

Chen Jianqiu paddled and drove the lifeboat out.

Just as the small boat sailed to the coast, when Chen Jianqiu jumped off the boat, there was a loud noise behind him, and then the flames shot into the sky!

A flame, burning in the night sky!

The USS Maine exploded.