Abyss Express

A chance encounter 7.53 billion years ago

The Cambrian is a new chapter in the history of biological evolution in the Phanerozoic. In just a few million years, a large number of multicellular organisms appeared, including the ancestors of almost all living animals.

Which also includes [Kunming Fish]——

——It is a jawless fish with no jaw, no bones and scales on its skin, and its body is like a spindle.

The trunk has twenty-five myotomes, all of which are in a [V] shape.

The tip of the [V] on the abdomen points backward, and the tip of the [V] on the back points forward.

——Gradually evolved from twenty-five myotomes to thirty-three spinal segments, changing from aquatic to terrestrial.

It is our ancestors and the foundation of humanity.

More than 530 million years later, we crossed this glorious river of time and arrived in western North America in 1840.

Two railroad tracks cross the Grand Canyon. Watered by the flesh and blood of Chinese workers, steam and forged steel give it a body, and sweat and gold coins give it a soul.

The blazing wind is like a horse driver wielding a long whip, blowing the thick clouds to the northeast, leaving a cloud-like mist of dust and sand on the Gobi Desert, which gradually turns into clouds and fog in the dry season of summer and autumn. A deadly sandstorm.

——The story begins here.

It starts with a dying [fish].

[Part①·Warrant Officer Rodriquez’s Picnic Fun Stories]

"Okay! Don't move! Don't move! Jack Martin! My bride! Put on your veil!~"

The cold lead-gray luster of the paper-cased bullet shines through the dark muzzle - the bullet is waiting for the needle to pierce the gunpowder.

Violence is the main theme of this wild land. Even the official law enforcers of the Arizona government still rely on violence, superstitize violence, and abuse violence.

At this moment, eighteen-year-old Jack Martin closed his eyes and was dominated by fear. He stood under a large shade tree at the picnic camp, hugging the bird feather crest on his head - trying to survive.

Obviously, this lord's son from Europe is not quite accustomed to the violence of the North American continent.

He howled, holding the trophy above his head steady, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"My father will become the most powerful designer at the Royal Small Arms Factory! I am the son of Lord Gunsmith! - Let's see! Warrant Officer Rodriquez! Even if you blow my head to pieces! I have to say !”

"Sneider is better than Dresser! Snyder is better than Dresser!"

The colleagues in the cavalry were all looking at the joke and torturing the newly appointed little sergeant with their joking eyes.

Warrant Officer Rodriquez is a big fat man, with a pair of cunning and cunning little eyes peeking out of his fat, oily face under his thick, messy eyebrows——

——He originally wanted to lower his gun and play a joke with this new boy.

However, the sixteen police sergeants present all used .303 paper-cased bullets, and even in the worst case, they had revolvers as an emergency means of life-saving.

Only this Jack Martin had just arrived at the picnic and started touting his family heirloom, which was a strange, crudely modified breech-loading single-shot live-valve rifle, using .577 bullets - in This type of bullet is simply not available in Arizona.

This kind of weird behavior that cannot understand the atmosphere of the party can be replaced with a more understandable example - just like the Crazy Butterfly Saint who sat at the same table with Anonymous One day, suddenly raised his iPhone and shouted loudly, this is the best communication in the world tool.

"boom!--"

The lead shot penetrated the Indian's headgear and nearly set Jack Boy's hair on fire.

"Fight back!" Warrant Officer Rodriquez grinned: "Pick up the gun! Sheriff of Sanyang Town! Pick up the gun! Fight back!"

This warrant officer, who had pretty good combat skills and excellent marksmanship, picked up the Dresser rifle in his hand——

——Reloading is very fast, and you can shoot as soon as you raise the gun.

"boom!--"

The second bullet was fired into the mud in front of Jack Martin. The bullet raised a cloud of sand, and the sand hit little Jack's trouser leg.

He tensed up and let out another scream like a slaughtering pig——

"Ah! Ah!!! Did I get shot? Yeah!!"

He didn't dare to open his eyes, he had never suffered this kind of injustice.

A colleague who was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously shouted playfully, "You're bleeding!"

The sergeant with even worse intentions came closer to Jack and spat in his face: "Oh! It's all splashed on his face!"

The strong smell of urine came out from the little cowboy's baggy pants, and Jack was so scared that he peed on the spot. He fell towards the tree trunk, breaking his weapon and his family heirloom.

The impact on the gun barrel caused his 91 kilograms of strong body to bend, and the orange-brown waxed handguard was broken into two pieces on the spot.

Now, Jack no longer has to worry about not being able to buy bullets——

——If he wants to integrate into the new group, he must accept this violence.

"Welcome to Arizona." Warrant Officer Rodriquez grinned and handed the weapon to the noncommissioned officer next to him.

Jack Martin didn't respond. He seemed to feel something and just kept crying. He was too cowardly and timid to look at the weapons under his butt. He still closed his eyes tightly, holding the Warrant Officer's trophy and raising his head. Bird feather jewelry that smells strongly of tobacco.

"He has a good father, but it's a pity that his father does not have a good son." The warrant officer took a plate of fish from the small table, pierced the fish's eyes and gills with precision, and put the food into his mouth. He was quarreling with his colleagues. Qing said: "Sanyang Town is a good place. He should go there to eat and wait to die."

The sergeant dining with him looked worried: "The perfume bottle is very close to Sanyang Town."

"That would be better." Rodriquez shrugged meaninglessly: "Anyway, it's the same for everyone. If you get into trouble with the perfume bottle, you will die anyway. It's better to choose a soft persimmon. At least he is timid enough - won't have a finger in the pie."

It wasn't until the brothers finished eating that Jack couldn't hear the conversation anymore, so he slowly climbed up from the tree trunk.

He did not pick up family heirlooms, and the urine stained on his pants was dried by the harsh sun.

Rodriquez shouted, "Jack! Get me some wine!"

Although he was deeply humiliated, Jack had no intention of disobeying his order and immediately responded: "Okay, sir."

He threw away his headgear and found his bullet-riddled hat among the fragments of a clay pot from the three-gun competition. Before accepting this humiliation, he had already lost one game after another in the picnic social shooting activities——

—— He straightened the brim of his hat and walked silently to the wine cellar.

"Look at this! Let's continue working!" At the picnic, the excited herald held up the newspaper and came to the warrant officer: "Look! Look!"

In addition to the front page from Washington, there is also a photo of the successful signing of the Pacific Railroad construction, and the tycoon Stanford driving the golden spike——

——Warrant Officer Rodriquez is in high spirits, which means that the westward movement has reached the next stage.

Wealth and power will slowly come to this wilderness, and they, the pioneers, will become the new famous families.

"Hey, Mr. Warrant Officer." The sharp-eyed sergeant suddenly pointed at the photo: "Is this guy Jack Martin?"

On the side of the joint statement column, among the group photos of the railway founding team, not only can you find George Joshua, but you can also see a familiar, too-young boy.

The man was wearing a scissor tail dress, with a white flower collar covering his neck, and a high hat covering his eyes. Looking closely at the outline of his jaw, mouth and nose, he seemed to look a lot like Jack Martin.

"Shut your stupid mouth." Rodriquez scolded: "Didn't you see the paint mark on the perfume bottle? It's right here! It's on this gentleman's pocket! It's also on the cuffs!"

"This is the fucking bandit leader hired by Major General Joshua! He's the boss of the perfume bottle! He's used to guard the disobedient slaves and hired workers on the railway section!"

Sergeant: "He's in the limelight."

"Yes! It's a huge contribution! He's the best among men!" Rodriquez took the beer, waved his hand and pushed Jack away like a fly, telling the boy to get out of the way.

"damn it"

Before Jack could go far.

Rodriquez spat out a mouthful of fishy wine.

The same goes for the rangers who gathered around the picnic cloth and drank from their glasses. They all spat out the wine in their mouths.

"Fuck! It tastes so fucking bad!"

Jack walked faster and faster, feeling guilty at first, but then he heard roars coming from behind him.

Rodriquez: "Son of a bitch! You fucking peed in wine?! How dare you! -"

"Dolly!—Save me! Save me!" The loud whistle was drowned out by the yelling, and Jack called to his beloved horse.

He jumped over the haystack and climbed onto the horse's back. He heard the whistle of bullets tearing through the air in his ears. The spurs of his spurs touched Little Dolly's red belly, and she was gone in a flash!

"Fuck! Fuck you! Jack Martin!" Warrant Officer Rodriquez fired several shots in succession, but Jack Martin was not hit and fell from his horse: "Fuck you!"

The ranger officers took out their guns and started shooting, aiming all the way up the ledge of the Gobi Desert. The bullets followed Jack all the way, but failed to hurt him at all.

Only one bullet cut open the back of his hand. He cried in pain and almost let go——

——He rushed into the large green space, got into the woods, and rode towards Sanyang Town.

[Part②·A dead fish]

At the end of the railway track, next to scattered cacti and weeds, two crystal scorpions were hidden in unclaimed large leather boots. While avoiding the disaster of the sandstorm, they had to dance a mating dance.

Not far from them, a young Chinese worker was lying on the wooden sleepers of the railway.

His eyes were dull, the skin on his back had been burned, his arms were covered with strangulation marks, his lips were dry and cracked, and his eyes were bloodshot - he took off the shoes sent by his fellow villagers and threw away his watch and glasses.

He is like a stranded fish. After being separated from the [school of fish] in this sandstorm, he is finally coming to the end of his life. He is no longer able to fight against the terrifying nature and is about to wither and die.

At this moment, no matter what I do, it will not help.

Want to struggle? Turn over?

It's hard to move your fingers to reach the sky.

He was about to go into dehydration and hemorrhagic shock and died from that.

All it takes is a little bit of water, just a tiny bit of water, and he can come back to life and return to normal life.

Yes, just like these two railroad tracks. It connects the east and the west and becomes a "blood vessel", providing a steady stream of essence for the new life of the United States.

Just a little water. Him, Mr. Wen.

The Chinese name is Wen Bucai, and the Western translated nickname is Vincent.

Just a little water would keep him alive.

The vultures in the sky are far away and close, and the gray wolves on the ground are watching eagerly.

They didn't dare approach Mr. Wen, even though the Homo sapiens seemed to be dying.

Before tearing into their prey, these scavengers must be sure of one thing, which is the fact that the apex predator lying on this railroad track above this horrific and bizarre human creation is completely dead.

Only after confirming this matter, do they dare to risk their lives and come up to feast.

Crows are very intelligent creatures. They are good at deceiving their own kind and using lies and illusions to deceive other creatures.

There was a little genius crow that used the hot air to keep hovering at low altitude. Its blood-red eyes were fixed on Mr. Wen's equally blood-red lips and gums.

It couldn't chew through Hua Gong's strong skin, flesh and bones, and couldn't resolve the slight toxicity in the internal organs. The fragile mucous membranes and soft meat on the facial features were what it wanted most.

So it took action and decided to test Mr. Wen's ability with a feint attack.

This Homo sapiens looks like he is about to die. Why he died is not what the beast should care about——

——Even if he can't take away a piece of meat, as long as he leaves a little wound on his body, the hunters who are waiting for the opportunity will swarm him and leave a little body behind.

The crows can also get some scraps and continue to survive in this hot red sand dry land.

When it folds its wings and swoops down - its eyes reveal awe and desire for life.

Like everything else, I want to leave my own reflection in this splendid and magnificent world.

"boom!--"

-It was shot.

He slumped to the ground and died.

Die earlier and cleaner than prey.

The sound of gunshots scared away a flock of birds, and all the pumas hiding in the trees far away ran away. The wolves crawled lower, hiding deeper, and did not give up the idea of ​​hunting.

"He's mine! Everything is first come, first served! Little Crow!~"

The spurs on the leather boots stepped on the railway track, making a clear metallic sound.

The leather of the hip pocket was covered with dust, carrying foal feces, which attracted blood flies and blood mosquitoes.

Turn the wheel with your thick knuckles, press your thumb against the cartridge nest, remove a cartridge case, and replace it with a new bullet.

Jack Martin was holding a kettle and a gun, leaning on his knees and looking down at Mr. Wen carefully.

The shirt was stained with blood, as if it hadn't been washed for a long time, and there was a police badge seal with a five-pointed star on the chest.

This is his second month as a police sergeant, patrolling on horseback in Sanyang Town.

The cowboy said, "I saved your life and you're going to pay me for it."

The wide brim of the hat blocked the sun. In the shadow, Mr. Wen saw a pair of blue eyes, part of his blond hair peeking out from under the leather cord, and his big teeth that were yellowed by tobacco smoke.

Mr. Wen was speechless. He was on the verge of collapse. He didn't have a dime on him, and he couldn't pay for his life.

No answers are heard and no money is seen.

Jack unscrewed the kettle and began to persuade, supplemented by impassioned speeches.

"People are dying every day in the West."

The turbid water brushed past Mr. Wen's ears and fell into the bedrock of the railway.

"Some people were bitten to death by snakes, and some died in gunfights."

The gurgling water exploded into a cloud of mist on the sharp and hot stones. Mr. Wen could almost smell its fragrance - even if the water itself had no smell, at this moment, it was the source of life and a universal elixir.

"Die on the gallows, die on a prostitute's bed. Die a useless death, die a great death. There are all kinds of strange ways to die, but you are never missing. Chinese."

"Say something! Say something! You can do it! Tell me! Why did you fall on this railroad track? Did you come to seek death? Or were you robbed?"

"If you have anything unhappy, tell me and it will make me happy!~ It made me laugh! This pot of water is yours!"

The roar of a steam engine could be heard in the distance, and the iron wheel of history was about to run over Wen Bucai's head.

Warrant Officer Rodriquez used violence to convey shame and pain to Jack.

Now Jack also wants to use violence to spread this shame and pain to more people.

Jack Martin couldn't move.

His expression seemed to be as firm as iron, but there was more and more cold sweat on his head——

——He is undergoing the test of conscience.