"Who do you think is going to kill Doolin?", in the open-air restaurant, the two executive members of the Western Mining Association and Hengdeli are enjoying a fatty steak, the top steak in the West will never sell as well as these low-grade steaks with more fat, and the more greasy the stuff, the better the appetite. This may have something to do with the climate in the west and the way people live, even people from other places who have lived here for a while will fall in love with foods with more fat than other places.

Hendry skillfully fiddled with the knife and fork in his hand, and he showed an innocent look, "Whoever it is, it will definitely not be me, but I want to thank this man, he solved a big problem for us!"

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, nodding in agreement with Hendry's statement. At first, they only thought about pitting Durin, and by the way, they also got an additional "handling fee" of nearly one million from his hands. At first, they didn't expect that Durin would still have such an influence, and he was deposed after the construction accident in Otis City, and he quietly came to the west, and everyone regarded him as a failure.

There is a bit of an underestimation of his weight.

But the news a few days ago is still vivid, if he really makes a big deal about this matter, the first thing that will be unlucky is the West Mining Association, even if the West Mining Association has found enough reasons to reject Du Lin's application for arbitration, but this matter itself has a lot of things to pay attention to. Now that the troubles had been solved by the lovely group of assassins, Durin was being rescued, and it was said that the most dangerous bullet nearly shattered his head, leaving a trail on his left outer ear.

The three of them talked about what was going on in Yagul Mountain, and soon after Hengdry paid the bill, the three of them stood up and prepared to leave, and in the afternoon they would organize a small internal meeting of the West Mining Association to discuss the work of strengthening the management of Yagur Mountain, and try to get a permit from the state government for the West Mining Association to administer the mining rules of Yagur Mountain. Once this idea can be realized, the strength of the Western Mining Association in the west will be further enhanced, and even those gold diggers will have to abide by the system of the Western Mining Association.

At this time, it was the end of February and the beginning of March, the weather had thawed, spring was no longer far away, and more and more pedestrians on the road had taken off their heavy cotton clothes and furs, which made everyone seem to be relieved.

Just as the three of them were finally saying goodbye to each other and preparing to leave, suddenly two pedestrians wearing linen-colored trench coats, with their hands in the pockets of their trench coats, wearing top hats and pressing the brim very low, approached. At the moment when they passed by the three people, they took out the pistols hidden in their pockets one after another, and pulled the trigger on the three people standing on the side of the road without hesitation. The feeders of both pistols were completely empty, and the two men dropped their weapons and turned around and ran quickly into the alley next to them, disappearing.

The screams of pedestrians and the sirens of police cars soon formed a special movement, adding another touch of haze to the already cloudy west!

Assassinations, explosions, car accidents, the whole West seemed to be in chaos all at once, and the news soon reached the Cabinet, which was so angry that the governors of the three states endured scolding on the phone for half an hour. Finally, the Minister of Defense of the Reich told them that if no clues could be found in a week's time, the entire west would be put under martial control. A large number of terrorist attacks have had a huge impact on the whole society, even some cities in the south have been affected.

No one likes war, and the terrorist attacks that are unfolding in the west are like a prelude to war, leaving everyone's hearts clutched by an invisible hand, forcing them to recall the tragic war of more than twenty years ago!

The Ministry of Defense issued an ultimatum to the three western states, but still gave the Western Military District an order to suppress the riots before the time arrived, and further notices were given.

Memnon's car turned around halfway through, and now he didn't have time to see Dorin's injury, and he felt that the west was beginning to lose his control. What made him even more unimaginable is far from over.

At 3:15 p.m., a steam locomotive departing from the east coast of the empire and ending at the port of Zoldun in the new Pacific Ocean on the west coast of the empire entered the west. As soon as this steam locomotive entered the west, it was targeted by a group of people.

In fact, in the past, if a steam locomotive was looted in the west, it was definitely not a big deal, and it was a miracle to be able to cross the west safely. There are too many horse bandits and robbers who live on the railroad in this vast land, and they have long had their own mature plan for robbing steam locomotives. It was only after the advent of the New Era that the situation improved, when the capitalists, in order to ensure that their goods were not robbed halfway, dragged weapons carrying platforms on steam locomotives, which was completely unimaginable in the old society.

But today, what happened in the past will be played out again.

These bandits had very different hair colors, eye colors, and physiognomy from the citizens of the Empire, and they were slaves from all over the world. Under Doolin's arrangement, they were freed and actively wanted to contribute their modest power to those who were still persecuted. It is very irrational to directly attack a mining area, at the beginning of the construction of the mining camp, the possibility of external attack will be considered, and each camp is as difficult to enter as a military forbidden area, unless it is possible to attack the mining area unless it is possible to attack the mining area by sacrificing several times or even more than ten times the number of people in the mining team.

So these guys who are fighting for their freedom, and who have been given the code name "Freedom Front", are going to free the more than 3,000 slaves that were being transported from the East Coast on the train, even if they might die in the attack.

There are rivers in the west, but they are not densely divided, and people tend to form settlements along the rivers and eventually evolve into cities. Steam locomotives often resupply the periphery of the city, and sometimes there are supply depots where there is water in the Gobi, and the site of this attack is a supply depot in the east-central part of the west, on the edge of an unnamed wild lake.

As the messenger rode into the supply depot on fast horses, everyone began to prepare, and the battle was about to begin as the rising plumes of smoke in the distance drew closer.

The speed of the steam locomotive began to slow down, and when the conductor pulled the brakes to the lowest level, the train slowly stopped with the sound of metal rubbing, and he straightened his clothes and put on his hat before jumping out of the train. He prefers the feeling of being down to earth more than the small space in the train.

He glanced at the two workers in cowhide overalls next to the supply depot and asked in some surprise, "Where is Mike? I don't think I've seen you?"

One of them replied lazily, "The devil knows where he went, is there something wrong, decent man?"

The conductor couldn't help but shake his head, decent people are the name given to people from other places by these workers in the west, it sounds like they are complimenting them, but in fact they are sarcastic.

"I need Esta II catalyst, twenty-five gallons. Then he took out a wad of bills and lit it.

In the reaction between the catalyst and the crystal, the catalyst is the first to be consumed, or the violent reaction is neutralized, which will make the reaction tepid. For civilians, such a response is a bit lacking, but it is not a big problem, but for a big guy like a steam locomotive, it is obviously not enough. Each time a steam locomotive is stopped at a supply station, only two things are needed, catalyst and water.

The two workers were nervous, but quickly calmed down, and the two of them got up lazily and walked into the small house of the supply station, and the person who had spoken to him before asked, "Shall we help you change it, or will you change it yourself?"

"Of course you guys help me change it, do I have to do it myself?", the conductor frowned, these people were far less neat than Mike, and when he looked down at the banknotes in his hand again, he couldn't help but complain, "Damn, how many have I counted?"

The whole replenishment process lasts about fifteen minutes, and when replacing the weakly reacted catalysts, these catalysts need to be emptied before new catalysts can be introduced, which also includes a simple cleaning of the kinetic energy bin - in fact, it is not complicated, insert a special cleaning nozzle into the kinetic energy bin, and spray the wall of the bin with clean water once.

In the process, there will be a short break on the train, and some people who are bored of sitting will also come down for a walk, and if they are tourists, they may buy a little of the specialties sold here, or buy some food and water.

The staff of the supply depot who were selling merchandise were absent-mindedly selling their wares, their eyes fixed on each carriage, and when they found that the whole train from the ninth carriage onwards was not moving at the end, they already knew where the slaves were being held.

A young man ran to the ninth carriage with a box of goods and knocked on the door, "Do you gentlemen and ladies inside need to buy something? We have cigarettes and bread, and fresh bacon and drinks...... " He said and slammed the door several times, and the door opened from the inside with a thud, and a vicious-looking man rubbed his eyes and poked his head out.

"Damn, fuck off......", he was a little impatient, probably woken up, so he had a bit of a temper.

The next second, a bullet shot through his jaw, his entire face began to deform, the left eyeball spewed out, and the bullet finally shattered the back of his head, spraying blood on the roof of the car.

The brief silence was followed by a violent scream, and as soon as the conductor turned around, a gun was held to his waist, "If I were you, I wouldn't do anything!"