Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The Mississippi sounded the siren, and the crew and passengers thanked the Chinese Army for rescuing them. This was the busy tower bridge Pier, and it was impossible for them to block the water route for a long period of time. When the police classified this as an accident, the captain was ordered to leave the ship and leave the waterway.

The passengers on the deck expressed their gratitude towards the towering Zhiyuan Warship. At the same time, the Chinese soldier on the side of the railing also waved their hands in greeting.

Even those passengers were regretful that they did not have the good luck to be saved to the Zhiyuan Warship. To be able to use this opportunity to view this legendary battleship was a very fortunate thing.

But under all the grateful stares, something strange happened. In the corner of the crowd, hate-filled stares were directed at the Chinese. The worn-out cowboy hats covered the upper half of their faces, and no one noticed their resentful gazes.

"Dirty Asian yellow monkeys, are you even worthy of having this kind of battleship? "And those damned Northern Prussians, they are the shame of Europe. They actually chose to ally with these monkeys. They are simply traitors of European civilization …"

Just as they were cursing in low voices, the ship's loudspeakers started to sound out. "Everyone, pack up your salutations. The cruise ship will arrive in ten minutes. Prepare your tickets. We are at the end of this trip …" Queue, quickly queue up! "

"I'm talking about you. Go to the back. How did you squeeze into the first class passenger passage with a third-class ticket? "Scram over there …"

"Sir, Madam, please come this way. The VIP seats can be passed first, and the customs will also have priority in checking visas …"

The crew were all snobbish, the third class tickets were all taken by the poor soul in the hold. No need to be polite with these people, the nobles and merchants in the first class were the nobles worthy of respect.

Scholars, professors, and middle-class families were not to be offended. As for the commoners in the second or third class cabins, it was better to line up at the back.

The three cowboy hatchet men were thrown back. Naturally, they didn't dare to cause any trouble in front of the crowd, so they could only curse in their stomachs before obediently retreating.

The distinguished guests alighted first. The British Customs office at the dock had a special passageway for receiving these distinguished guests. Stewards and friends of these people were already waiting outside to welcome them. A new carriage was parked in the distance.

The well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, who would dare to investigate them? As soon as the ship ticket and identity certificate were handed over, they smiled and let them through.

In this era, Europe did not have a uniform passport format, and travel across countries required identity certificates issued by governments, belonging to the primitive form of passports.

These nobles and merchants had long done all the customs procedures for their families and friends. The butler and the attendants all took the gifts and left the customs house in a group.

There was no need to check on the first-class passengers. Those names could shut the mouths of countless low-level officials, and the first-class guests could not afford to offend them either.

Many of them were professors, scholars, and celebrities. They were just passing through customs as a formality.

However, the second and third class tickets were much more strictly inspected. Once the distinguished guests had disembarked, these poor passengers would be led to a different passage, where they would have to go through much more rigorous investigation and make things difficult for them.

All the luggage on the wooden table had been opened. The messy clothes had been opened to see if there were any weapons or contraband inside. The ID certificate was turned over and over several times as he stared at these cautious faces with contempt.

It would be better if the passenger held an identity visa from the United Kingdom, as all the citizens had preferential treatment. After a simple check, they would be released. If the passenger held an identity visa from another country, it would not be easy.

"Nationality …"

"France …"

"Age …"

"41 years old!"

"Gender …"

"I …" The cowboy was so angry that his eyes almost popped out. "Do you still want to ask this question?"

"Answer honestly! Why do you care? "If you don't want to clear the level, then scram back to the ship!" The customs officer with the huge beer belly was like he had eaten three pounds of gunpowder, spittle flew all over the face of the cowboy hat.

"Gender... "Male!" A man has to bow his head under a low roof, but the Frenchman chooses to give in.

The beer belly looked at him with contempt and sneered in his heart, "You still dare to talk back to me? Just look at how I'll deal with you today."

"Name?"

"Di Ao..."

"Profession?"

"Forest Protector of Newfoundland Forestry Company, Canada …"

"Forest ranger? What kind of bullsh * t profession was this? Was there even a need for people to watch him break the forest? It's fake! "

"Respected sir, the ranger is actually a hunter. Our job is to kill the wolves and brown bears in this area to protect the safety of the logging team …"

"Hmph …" You smelly hunter! What brings you to England? "

"Pay a visit to your friends before returning to your ship …"

"Who is the friend of London? Where do you live and what do you do? Can I guarantee it for you? "

At this moment, the cowboy hat had completely collapsed. He knew that the other party was making things difficult for him. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. However, this was an Englishman's territory. He could not use any of his abilities.

"Sir, of course I have friends in London. Nine years ago, we fought side by side in the Qing Empire. We captured the capital of the Chinese people and burned down the Emperor's summer palace … Not just our friends, but our comrades as well! "

Upon hearing that this was a veteran, the unbridled attitude in the beer belly became a little restrained. Right at this moment, the two companions behind Di Ao walked forward and handed over their identification cards.

"Dear Sir, we are together. We can guarantee each other's safety. This is our proof of identity. Please … "Alright..." "Let's take a look!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Beer could see that the thickness of the two folded ID certificates was a little strange. They were both experienced people, so he could understand the situation with a glance.

He opened it and saw that it was a bill from the Three Ying Rankings. He snickered in his heart, "Why do you need me to spit on it when you are so sensible?"

"Hmm, so it's a veteran visiting his friend. That's something worthy of respect. Alright, the three of you can pass. Go on!"

Di Ao and the other two quickly packed their messy luggage and left the customs office to walk on the streets of London.

They walked to the corner where Di Ao lit up a cigarette and spit in the direction of the customs house, "Damn it! If it wasn't for my important mission, I will kill this damn fat pig tonight! "

"Oh god, this isn't the place to talk about this. Let's hurry up and find the place to meet up!"

Following the route they remembered, the three of them carefully hid themselves from the military police on the street. After walking around three blocks for five to six kilometers, they finally found a dirty alley in the western part of the city.

At the entrance of a dilapidated inn called the Big White Goose, deep within the alley, two wild chickens in their forties were attracting customers. When they saw the three French Veterans s coming over, they immediately rushed up to them and gave them a flirty look.

"We are here to see the big white goose. Bring us in!"

The faces of the two pheasants changed slightly. Then, they pretended to embrace their guests as they led the three into a concealed room in the inn.