The train driver in the courtyard

It was a dark and windy night.

The wind was howling, the sea was rough, and the sea breeze mixed with a salty smell swept across the Kowloon Wharf.

The Wharf Terminal, the largest shipping terminal in the port city, is a busy scene.

Barges and pontoons traveled back and forth between the dock and cargo ships, and bare-chested porters swayed in the cold wind while carrying heavy cargo.

"Axe Jun, why do your workers look hungry? Did you withhold their wages and food?"

Yang Jizong, who was standing next to a luxury car, shook off the ashes of his cigarette and pointed at a bald strong man while holding the cigarette.

The bald man nodded and bowed: "Master Yang, how can that be possible? We in Xinyi'an are very loyal to our workers, and this is known to the whole city of Hong Kong.

These guys are born with cheap bones and can't get used to eating fine food. No one can do anything about it, right?"

Yang Jizong looked at the bald man and suddenly laughed out loud: "I was reckless."

"No, no, no, you care about these worthless people. You have a kind heart like a bodhisattva. It is very worthy of learning for us young people."

The bald burly man seemed to be about ten years older than Yang Jizong, but he kept calling him "younger guy" and looked very well-behaved.

If Yang Jizong didn't know that this guy was Axe Jun, one of the Five Tigers of Xinyi'an, he would really think he was a good person.

At this time, Butler Bai walked quickly towards the freighter.

He walked up to Yang Jizong, adjusted his hat and said, "Master, the goods have been loaded. It's windy at night, and the master is still waiting for us to have dinner. Shall we go home?"

"then."

Yang Jizong threw a cigarette to the bald strong man, glanced at him sideways, and got into the luxury car with the help of Butler Bai.

Under the dim street lights, a luxury car sped out, leaving only the paint on the car body shining with a deep luster in the darkness.

The bald man stared at the luxury car with a trace of greed in his eyes and spat fiercely: "What's so great about it? He is not a second-generation rich man."

The bald strong man picked up the cigarette and took a look at it. It was just an ordinary Hardman. A trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth. He threw it to the ground and strode towards the dock.

Workers on the dock are taking a break.

When they saw the bald strong man, they were so scared that they stood up from the ground, picked up the carrying poles and pretended to work.

If it were in the past, the bald strong man would definitely rush over and kick them a few times to make them understand that they have to work hard if they want to eat.

But he had more important things to do today, so he just snorted coldly and went into the small house next door with his hands behind his back.

"Boss Chen, did you get me what I wanted?"

A skinny old man on the bed looked up at the bald strong man, walked down from the bed, and pulled open a piece of rag in the corner of the room.

A wooden box appeared in front of the bald man under the dim light, with a Hextech label on it.

He stretched out his hand to lift the wooden box, but found that the box was not big, but weighed at least four or five hundred kilograms.

"What's in here? Why is it so heavy?! Boss Chen, use the crowbar to pry it open!"

Boss Chen found a crowbar and pried open the lid, revealing a black and gray metal box inside.

The metal box is the size of two suitcases and is well sealed on the outside, leaving only the wiring interface.

"Is this thing worth two thousand dollars for Americans?"

The bald man tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly grinned and said, "Who cares? As long as people pay, even if it's a pile of stinky dog ​​shit, it has nothing to do with me."

Boss Chen rubbed his hands, smiled flatteringly and asked: "Our reward?"

The bald burly man put the metal box into the wooden box, took out two hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and threw them to Boss Chen.

"Boss Chen, use this money to treat the brothers to some drinks."

Boss Chen thought about the two thousand US dollars he had just heard, then looked at the two hundred Hong Kong dollars in his hand, and secretly cursed this guy for being so stingy.

But in the end he didn't dare say it. He just twitched his mouth twice and stuffed the Hong Kong dollars into his pocket.

The bald strong man originally planned to take the box away directly, but the box was so heavy that there was no way to move it, so he had to ask Boss Chen to arrange two workers.

"Remember, you must find someone reliable. If this matter gets out, you know what the consequences will be without me saying anything." The bald strong man reminded Boss Chen.

Boss Chen nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, no one will talk nonsense on this dock. Those guys with long tongues have all fallen into the sea to feed the fish."

The bald man said, "You seem to be underemployed at the dock. I'll talk to the boss when I get a chance and ask him to move you to another place."

Boss Chen, who had just been depressed because he got less money, was overjoyed and called two of his confidants.

It took the bald strong man and two strong young men to lift the box onto the car parked in the distance.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the box was delivered to a blonde American.

Two days later, Wang Laboratories announced the news.

Because important equipment was lost at the port city dock, the delivery of the vacuum tube computer to Harvard University had to be delayed by one month.

Fifteen days later, the metal box crossed the ocean and appeared in front of Thomas Watson Jr.

Looking at the strange metal box, the assistant suggested: "Should we open it and check it?"

"It's not just an inspection, it would be best if we could understand the principle and structure of this thing."

There was a gleam in Thomas Watson Jr.'s eyes, and he stopped talking halfway through.

The assistant was well aware that Thomas Watson Jr. was thinking of copying again.

He quickly arranged for a group of experts to inspect the metal box.

The results of the examination surprised Thomas Watson Jr.

"The box is very well sealed and has anti-leakage measures inside. If we open it rashly, the internal structure of the box may be damaged."

"Is there no other way?" Thomas Watson Jr. was unwilling to give up. He touched his chin and looked at the metal box, as if he was looking at a beautiful woman wrapped tightly.

The assistant suggested: "How about using X-rays? X-rays in the laboratory can now penetrate metals."

"Oh, Orientals are so smart that they think they can keep secrets with metal boxes? I will show them what real high technology is now."

Thomas Watson Jr. immediately turned around, picked up the phone and contacted several laboratories.

X-rays were still considered high-tech in those days, but they were already very common in laboratories here in the United States.

Thomas Watson Jr. easily borrowed a high-power X-ray transmitting equipment from a laboratory.

He handed the metal box on the cart to a researcher in a white coat with great anticipation.

The researcher looked at the metal box, his face changed suddenly, he rubbed it twice with his hands, took out a pencil and tapped on it.

Listening to the clattering sound, his face became more and more ugly.

Thomas Watson Jr. frowned: "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas Watson Jr., this metal box is made of lead plates and is five centimeters thick. Even if our laboratory increases the power to the highest level, the X-rays cannot penetrate the box."

Hearing this, Thomas Watson Jr. almost vomited blood.

The high technology that was promised was blocked by a lump of lead. It’s really frustrating.

Now that there was no way to open the box, Thomas Watson Jr. had to connect the box directly to the laboratory's vacuum tube computer.

The reading device worked successfully, and the vacuum tube computer would no longer have reading and writing errors when running large programs.

"Send it to Fort Detrick."

Although he failed to crack the secret of the reading device, Thomas Watson Jr. still felt that he had gotten a great deal this time.

He only spent tens of thousands of dollars to get equipment worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and most importantly, he could avoid getting kicked in the ass by those idiots in the Army.

In those days, vacuum tube computers were shrouded in mystery. In order to maintain the mystery, Thomas Watson Jr. brought a team of ten experts to Fort Detrick for a job that was originally just to pick up a few loose ends.

According to Fort Detrick regulations, all equipment entering and leaving the base must be inspected, and sealed metal boxes obviously cannot pass through.

But this is not a problem for Thomas Watson Jr.

"This box is the most advanced reading device we have ever developed. Once the box is opened, the nitrogen inside will dissipate and the circuit will be exposed to the air."

Then came a series of high-sounding words like "frequency", "magnetic pulse", and "program".

The soldiers who ate military canned food all day and had stupid brains were stunned when they heard this.

They returned the metal box very carefully, being very gentle, fearing that any big movement would cause this mysterious and delicate thing to collapse.

"Please!"

"Gentlemen, Hiyoret!"

Thomas Watson Jr. enjoyed the feeling of fooling others with his intelligence. He said goodbye to the soldiers politely and led the team of experts into the base.

Team leader John, who is in charge of the base's electronic tube computers, was already waiting in the bunker's computer center.

When he saw them bringing in new equipment, he didn't even ask about the structure and principle of the equipment, but just asked them to install it as soon as possible.

"Mr. Watson, you may not know that the experiment was delayed for more than a month due to a malfunction of the vacuum tube computer. Those people in Congress are no longer satisfied."

"Don't worry, as long as we install the equipment, the base will be able to enjoy the latest high-tech equipment immediately."

Thomas Watson Jr. waved to the experts and asked them to get to work quickly.

Of course, in order to maintain the mystery of high technology, the original small job of connecting the wires was broken down into seven or eight steps.

The experts first put on a full set of anti-static clothing, put on hats on their heads, and checked the electronic tube computer with various strange instruments. Then they took out various measuring instruments and began to measure voltage, current, air pressure, and temperature.
Team leader John nodded frequently as he watched. They were indeed the most professional team in the world. The installation fee of up to US$70,000 was well spent.

The work that was supposed to take only ten minutes took a whole day to complete under the guidance of Thomas Watson Jr.'s "dedication" (deception) philosophy.

After another two days of testing, the vacuum tube computer was able to operate normally, and Thomas Watson Jr. then took the experts away from the base.

"Goodbye, gentlemen, and good luck to you!" Before leaving, Thomas Watson Jr. met several Japanese researchers and greeted them in a joking tone.

The Japanese researchers pretended not to hear and walked into the computer room in an orderly line like zombies.

"Team Leader John, is the vacuum tube computer functioning normally now? We have developed a highly contagious gadget that requires a computer to complete the final steps."

The leader, Mr. Ishii, stood there with a gloomy face and his hands behind his back and spoke to Team Leader John.

Team leader John nodded: "It's ready to run, but you need to be accompanied by a supervisor when using the vacuum tube computer." The so-called supervisor is an accompanying personnel specially assigned to each researcher by the base to prevent the Japanese researchers from leaking secrets after they arrive at the base.

"Accompany? Hehehe." Ishii's sinister laughter rang out from the engine room: "People like us will never be able to leave the base again in our lifetime. We can't even see the sun outside. Are you still worried?"

Ishii was very short and his status was almost that of a prisoner.

Team Leader John could have taught him a lesson in a high-handed manner, but for some reason, Team Leader John always felt an inexplicable fear when facing Ishii, as if the Ishii in front of him was a demon from hell.

He forced himself to straighten his chest and said with a straight face: "Mr. Ishii, this is the rule of the base. If you and your companions are unwilling to comply, we can send you out. Some people in the East will definitely be very interested in you."

"Damn it." When Ishii heard Dongfang, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Ishii knew very well that for what he had done, he deserved to be cut into pieces.

He groaned for a moment, then nodded and said, "We agree, but from now on, this vacuum tube computer will be ours for use for two months."

"I can agree to this." Team Leader John knew very well that Fort Detrick was actually built to allow people like Ishii to continue biological experiments, and currently all the researchers in the laboratory were the Japanese who were secretly transported back by the Americans.

"I will report to my superiors now."

After Team Leader John left, a Japanese researcher walked up, looked in the direction Team Leader John left, and said in a cold voice: "Professor, the Americans don't trust us at all. They just want us to make it for them."

"Shut up, Sangmu-kun, and get to work! Now go back to the experiment and get all the previous data, especially the data on No. 276 Maluda.

I remember that during the frostbite experiment, I tied up this road tyrant with my own hands and kept him outdoors in minus 25 degrees Celsius for nearly five days.

His ability to resist cold is first-rate, and the bacteria in his body may also mutate to have cold-resistant properties.”

Ishii interrupted Sangmu with a stern face and gave work instructions.

Those Japanese researchers were like evil spirits from hell, busying themselves in the underground base.

In that base shrouded in sin, their busy figures are not working for the progress of mankind, but are creating endless pain and disaster.

Their actions are a blasphemy against life and an unforgivable crime.

Seven days later, with the help of a vacuum tube computer, Ishii's research finally made a breakthrough.

"We made it!"

There was cheering in the base.

Under the dim light, the researchers' hideous smiles were like the faces of demons, and their cheers seemed like the roars from hell.

boom!
A loud bang like thunder broke the devil's carnival.

A strong shock wave instantly swept through the entire underground base.

Flames shot up into the sky, as if they were going to completely engulf this dark and sinful place.

The huge energy raged wildly in the narrow space. The solid walls were easily torn apart like fragile pieces of paper, and concrete blocks and steel fragments flew everywhere like raindrops.

Amid the earthquake, those laboratories that were once full of sin collapsed one after another.

The instruments and equipment were twisted and deformed in the explosion, and the glassware shattered to the ground, making sharp cracking sounds.

Thick smoke and dust quickly spread, obscuring the dim lights and plunging the entire base into chaos and darkness.

In a small town about ten miles away from the base, a drunk just came out of a tavern, looked at the fireball in the distance, and laughed: "Look, it's fireworks!"

seaside.

Thomas Watson Jr. and his dear Uncle Jefferson enjoyed a glass of wine while watching the children play on the beach.

"Uncle Jefferson, how's your mouse? Did you catch it?"

Jefferson looked around and lowered his voice and said, “According to reliable information, the rats have rebelled because of carelessness while performing their mission.

Because the news came back too late, the Air Force lost a Blackbird and two excellent pilots. Now the Air Force and Langley are engaged in a war of words in Congress.

"Hahaha, as long as you are not involved." Thomas Watson Jr. was also stunned when he heard the news.

He expected there might be losses due to the rat incident, but he didn't expect the losses to be so great.

Especially since this matter is inseparable from him.

“No, I did prepare a few documents in advance, indicating that I had long seen that Rat was unreliable and an anti-war activist.

It was only because my advice was not adopted that the rats caused such serious damage.

My superiors have promoted me to be the general manager of the East, and I am currently in charge of the work on the East's frontier.

I tell you, it won’t be long before there’s trouble over there.”

Wilson was already drunk at this time and was talking without thinking.

Thomas Watson Jr. broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. How could an ordinary person like him know such a thing?

He quickly picked up a string of delicious grilled fish and handed it over: "Uncle Jefferson, let's not talk about work, come and taste my cooking."

"Yes, it is delicious, much better than rat meat," Jefferson praised.

Thomas Watson Jr. was somewhat impressed by his own wisdom. He was able to extricate himself from a situation in which he was doomed to fail. People like him deserved to be successful.

At this time, the assistant came hurriedly from a distance.

"Chairman"

Thomas Watson Jr. was a little unhappy when his interest was interrupted: "Didn't I tell you that I'm on vacation? I'll deal with work matters when I return to the company."

"Chairman, something happened." The assistant ran over and handed a newspaper to Thomas Watson Jr.

There was a report the size of a tofu block in the corner of the newspaper.

"An explosion occurred at Fort Detrick. According to informed sources, it was caused by the accidental ignition of explosives stored in the base."

Fort Detrick. Exploded!

Thomas Watson Jr. sat up suddenly in his chair.

He would never believe the so-called explosives.

Because he knew that it was a biological experiment base, where did the weapons come from?
Thomas Watson Jr. hurriedly turned to the front and looked at the date. The explosion occurred seven days after he left the base.

The base didn't explode earlier or later, so why did the explosion happen just when he installed the metal box he had snatched back from the East in the base?

Is there something wrong with the metal box?
Thomas Watson Jr.'s heart was beating so hard it seemed like it was going to jump out of his chest.

His hands couldn't stop shaking, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Fear was like a cold poisonous snake, slowly winding around his heart.

The opponents in the East are so terrible!

******
The Americans tried their best to cover up the explosion at Fort Detrick, but most people in the world know that they did something shameful there.

What surprised those people even more was that the Americans did not investigate the cause of the explosion, but hastily announced that the explosion was caused by spontaneous combustion of explosives.

This is a typical case of swallowing broken teeth.

They began to wonder who had such great power to make the Americans suffer in silence.

It was half a month later that Li Aiguo learned the news.

As usual, after driving back, he turned into the weather station and drank two glasses of wine with Zhao Laoshuan, when he suddenly received a notice from Captain Dong.

Li Aiguo knocked on the farmer's office door, and when he heard a response from inside, he pushed the door open.

The farmer seemed particularly excited today. Before Li Aiguo came over, he stood up from behind his desk, reached out and held Li Aiguo's hand.

"Patriotic comrades, we succeeded. Those unscrupulous devils have been wiped out!"

Hearing this, Li Aiguo also became excited: "Is the news confirmed?"

"It's confirmed. Although the Americans tried their best to cover it up, the Fort Detrick base has been completely destroyed, and the people responsible for the cleanup are from outside.

They revealed that the entire underground part of the base had collapsed, and they couldn’t even find all the bodies of the devils.”

Li Aiguo clenched his fists tightly.

After paying so much, I finally got my revenge!
The farmer patted him on the shoulder and said, "But I'm sorry to trouble you for this matter."

Li Aiguo immediately understood what the farmer meant.

If this kind of thing were to become public, it would be like slapping the Americans in the face.

I'm afraid the furious Americans will do something irrational.

Therefore, everything Li Aiguo did could not be made public, even within the weather station.

Li Aiguo did not feel wronged. As long as he could tear those evil Japanese devils into pieces, it would be enough.

"Don't worry, I just did what I should do."

"Well done for doing what you should do!" The farmer nodded in appreciation.

In the evening, the setting sun in the sky burns beautifully.

Li Aiguo rode his bicycle to the vegetable market and bought a big fish, an old hen, and some vegetables.

Today is a good day, so of course we should celebrate it.

When I passed by the supply and marketing cooperative, Aunt Pang called me.

"Driver Li, wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Seeing Aunt Pang eating melons, Li Aiguo pushed his bicycle over curiously.

Auntie Pang blinked her eyes and said, "Aiguo, your wife and you didn't come to buy menstrual pads this month."

Are you running out of menstrual pads to sell?
Hearing this, Li Aiguo frowned and thought to himself, this is too much meddling.

next second.

He just woke up.

Chen Xueru is pregnant?

(End of this chapter)