Deokshou didn't die?

"It can't be! No way! Shi Jianru objected fiercely, "We planted a hundred catties of explosives under his bedroom, and he has no chance of surviving!" ”

The members of the League, without exception, agreed with him, not only because they believed in their own leaders and in the power of a hundred pounds of explosives, an unreserved trust that could not be doubted, but also because they had a professional among them, the explosives experts of the Imperial Japanese Army. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

According to the precise calculations made by the demolition expert, the planted explosives would definitely kill Deokshou. In other words, Deshou must be dead, and if someone claims that he is not dead, then there are only two possibilities: it is fake news that the Manchu government is walking to cover up the truth, or someone has made a mistake.

Not someone else, only one object to consider.

Someone turned their head to Yamada. "According to Mr. Yamada's calculations—"

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my calculations." Yamada glared at the guy who had offended him, and loudly defended his own reputation - he had been reminded by the person who had arranged for him to participate in the assassination, so he knew very well the thoughts of the lame conspirators of the League, who would never admit their mistakes, and if something went wrong, they would simply shift the blame to someone else - if the whole operation failed, they would say that the cause of the failure was the support provided by the Imperial Japanese Army and intelligence agencies, and if there was no such support, The Alliance will be victorious.

They would say that, and they would write these shameful lies in books and pass them on to their descendants—and Yamada knew that his self-defense would not change anything, but he would still defend himself.

"The calculation is definitely correct." He reiterated it, then hypothesized that "our goal is not dead, which may be a lie deliberately taken by the Manchu government to cover up the truth." However, there is also a possibility that our target was not in his bedroom at the time of the explosion. ”

"And where is he?" Shi Jianru asked. He never considered the possibility that Deshou was not in the bedroom, because according to his own theory, it seemed that this should not have happened.

His question stumped Yamada: How could he possibly know where he was unless he had an eyeliner by his side? The Demolitionist shook his head slowly, then turned to the Alliance member who had brought the news. In any case, there is no point in speculating, and the truth of that news has not yet been confirmed.

"Can you be sure of your news?" He asked, not loud, but stern.

The members of the alliance who were questioned first glanced at Shi Jianru before replying: "Yes, someone saw Deshou at the gate of the Liangguang Governor's Palace. ”

"Anyone?" Yamada asked, "Didn't you see it?" ”

"Nope." The member of the League quickly replied, "I'm not there." ”

"Why don't you go to the gate of the Governor's Palace and take a look to confirm what you heard?"

"That place is too dangerous, if the Qing court spies think I'm suspicious......"

"You, bastard! Coward! "Yamada is getting mad at these crappy conspirators: after all that has happened, there's now another coward who, out of fear, is the gossip he hears on the street as the latest intelligence report. He began to wonder whether it was a logical decision for the head of the Black Island agency and certain officers of the Army to support and participate in the secret activities of the organization.

By any measure, these activities do not seem to be successful.

No, they will fail!

For the first time, Yamada felt that his mission was a serious mistake. Maybe it should be ended sooner. He thought, but turned his gaze to Shi Jianru.

"Shi Jun, what are your plans now?"

Shi Jianru seemed to have thought about this problem, and his demeanor was calm. "I'll go to the Governor's Palace and confirm if the news is true."

"And then?" Yamada asked, "Do you have a backup plan?" ”

"Backup plan?" Shi Jianru looked at him in confusion, "What backup plan?" ”

Obviously, without a backup plan, he didn't think that the operation might go wrong and might fail. However, Yamada blamed himself for believing that these people were lame conspirators from the beginning, and that it should have been thought that they could not have thought of a backup plan or several plans, and that they should have taken action to make up for this serious omission.

He still made a mistake.

Fools, fools. Cursing in his stomach, Yamada asked quietly, "If the news is true, what is your next plan?" ”

"I will retreat to Hong Kong and discuss a new course of action with the comrades there." Shi Jianru replied.

A plan that can't be called a plan, however, at the moment, Yamada can't care so much, he just wants to get out of this pathetic organization as soon as possible. "Then, Shi Jun, goodbye in Hong Kong." Just out of Japanese etiquette, he bowed to Shi Jianru, "Good luck." ”

"Goodbye Hong Kong, Mr. Yamada." Shi Jianru also bowed to Yamada, and then walked out of the room.

He soon arrived at the place where he was going—in fact, the Confederacy's stronghold was not particularly far from the Governor's Palace—and when Shi Jianru arrived there, the target of the bomb attack, the Governor of Liangguang, Deshou, was standing at the door of the Governor's Palace, shouting at the officials of Guangzhou. He was angry, and rightfully so, no one could keep their composure after a bomb attack on their bedroom, and what made Deshou even more intolerable was that he had known months ago that some rebels were planning to assassinate him, and had asked the officials in Guangzhou to take extra precautions, but these guys had done nothing.

It's all rubbish!

"You idiots!" Dekushou roared almost hysterically, "This official has already told you to redouble your precautions and watch out for the assassins who are rebellious with the party, but what have you done? The rebels have dug tunnels under the official's bedroom, but you don't even know who the rebels are or where they are hiding at the moment! In that case, what else does this official want you to do-"

"Your Excellency." A frightened official cautiously reminded, "Pay attention to your image. ”

Image? Even without a mirror, Tokushou knew how bad he looked: messy braids, dusty faces and clothes, and the clothes were still tattered, and the shoes on his left foot didn't know where they were. Yes, it was a very embarrassing appearance that did not match his noble status, but he should be aware of the onlookers all around, but it should not be reminded by a derelict local official.

"Look at the officer's face! Look at the officer's clothes! Look at the embarrassed appearance of this official! He roared angrily, spitting almost in the official's face, "It's only because of your incompetence that the official's bedroom has been shattered by the riotous bombs." If it weren't for God's blessing, the rebels dug the tunnel a little off, and when the explosion occurred, the official was blocked by the bed again, and the official would have already met the king of Hades. What image do you want the official to pay attention to? ”

"Uh......" Another official thought for a moment, "Your Excellency's fortune is shining, and you can't damage a single hair of your lord's hair—"

Deshou gave him a short answer, just two words. "Fart!"

The officials were silent. Facing a boss who has fallen into a rage, no matter what they say, will only make him angrier in the end than he is now. There was only one way to quench his anger and take real action instead of continuing to talk nonsense and catch the rioters who planted the bombs - not too many, only one - and yet no official could guarantee that this would be done.

Based on past experience, these rebels must have been on the ferry to Hong Kong. With the protection of the British Empire, they can discuss their next sabotage plan with peace of mind, even if it still fails.

Defeat will not stop the chaos of the party.

It's just that these realistic inferences still can't tell the Governor that at this moment, he doesn't care where the rebels have taken refuge.

He was only concerned with whether he could catch the rebels, and within the time limit he had set.

"Three days." Deshou's voice exploded in the ears of the officials again, "You have three days to catch the rebels, if you can't do it, then go back to your hometown!" ”

"Three days?" The officials trembled and cautiously raised their protests, "My lord, is the time too short?" With that little bit of time, we can't even be sure ......."

"Three days!" Deshou's tone was irrefutable, "This official doesn't care what method you use, but within three days, you must give this official an explanation, do you understand?" ”

These were the last words he spoke, and he collapsed - a mixture of blood, brains, and part of the skull suddenly spurted out of the back of Deshou's head as everyone watched, and he fell straight like a stone slab, without making any movement.

He's dead.

After a brief moment of shock-filled silence, chaos ensued, with officials, officers, soldiers, and onlookers all shouting at maximum volume, some shouting "there are assassins" or "arrest assassins", and many more were meaningless screams. Amid these shrill voices, the people began to run in all directions, rushing to leave the scene not in search of the Assassins, but they clashed violently with the officers and soldiers who were trying to find the Assassins in the crowd, adding to the confusion.

Even to his own surprise, Shi Jianru successfully got out of the chaos. Without hesitation, he chose the nearest path to the docks, and with a little joy and more confusion about who the mysterious gunslinger was, he strode forward.

Little did he know that at a distance of maybe seven hundred yards from the chaos, an expressionless, bald man with a Western face was putting away his rifle and scope. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )