Chapter 57: Flesh and Blood (2)
Saint-Yves looked a little unpleasant when he heard this, and he whispered in Robert's ear: "You mean, you want me to tell the whole of San Francisco that there is someone else who has been the best steam rookie in Enfield for ten years?" ”
“……”
Robert bowed his head and said nothing.
Saint-Yves added: "By the way, through Duke Verand, I have commissioned the Pinkerton office: they have been asked to send a thousand skilled agents into San Francisco. Led by President Alan Pinkerton himself, he will be here tonight. You call the people from the Equipment Testing Department to receive them, and when they arrive, take them to the arsenal to get the equipment. ”
Robert's face was extremely surprised: "That's quite a steam army?" What are you doing? ”
"Have you heard the rumors about the Blue Emperor in Chinatown lately?"
"I haven't heard of it."
Robert shook his head.
"It was a rumor that suddenly became popular in the docks and ports, and the blue-clothed emperor would bless the poor Chinese and punish their murderers."
Robert listened, and looked at Saint-Yves like a madman: "You hire a steam force of more than a thousand men for that kind of thing that catches the wind?" In that case, you shouldn't have been tinkering with those pickles in the first place. ”
"You don't understand, Robert, you don't."
Saint-Yves stressed twice, and his face suddenly became clouded: "When the equipment returned by the Ministry of Health was counted, there was a heavy forklift of several tens of tons missing, and when it was later found, all that was left at the scene of the fire was a frame and scattered solidified iron juice, which required at least a few thousand degrees of heat. The driver is also alive and dead. It is said that someone witnessed a monster burning black flames all over its body during the fire. ”
"A week ago, a veteran employee of the stock exchange was abducted by a water monster in the street, with more than 10 witnesses, several police cars were present, and some police officers were injured and are still in a coma in the hospital. What's even more bizarre is that at least 2,000 gallons of clear water were left at the scene, which is equivalent to the storage of a fountain, but the incident site is a pedestrian street, and there is no water source for several kilometers around. The reason for this is still unknown. ”
St. Yves rubbed his eyes: "San Francisco must have mixed in something weird." ”
"You're just pointlessly suspicious."
Robert still disagreed, and such rumors were nothing to mention in a large city like San Francisco, which is home to nearly a million people.
"I hope so, too."
A loud voice interjected into the conversation between the two.
"Whether or not His Excellency Saint-Yve's fears come true, Pinkerton will serve Your Excellency wholeheartedly, and any bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods will be reduced to nothing under the torrent of steel."
It was none other than Pinkerton's Viper Detective, Duke Willant.
Robert glanced at Duke Welland and turned to leave.
"Where are you going, Mr. Robert?"
Duke Verand asked.
"I'm sorry, I don't talk to arsonists and executioners."
Robert dropped a sentence coldly, but was stopped by Duke Verand's chest.
There was no trace of anger on Agent Duke's face, and he replied with a smile: "I can understand, this is also a helpless thing, whoever told me to do the dirty work of wiping people's butts, there is no way to be like those engineers and scientists in white coats, just use the research results of impersonating others, you can win wealth and fame at the same time, and wash yourself clean." ”
Robert's face flushed in an instant, he grabbed Duke Veran's collar, but his wrist was twisted by the other party with his backhand, after all, he is an engineer and can't compete with a hot-handed detective like Duke Veran who deals with perennial murderous criminals.
"Let him go, Agent Duke."
Duke gently let go of the struggling Robert. Saint-Yves winked at him, didn't say anything more, just sneered.
"Why are you talking to him about this? From the very beginning, I didn't promise the results of the impostor. ”
Robert asked Saint-Yves in shame.
"You didn't refuse, did you?" Saint-Yves hugged Robert affectionately: "Agent Duke is an old man, and even if he is not, no one in this world will want to believe that those top steam technologies come from a barbaric Chinese." This doesn't make sense. I swear on my honor, as long as you don't admit it yourself, then nothing you feared will happen. ”
Robert fell silent.
"Mr. Robert!"
Suddenly, a group of reporters with cameras rushed in. "We are the San Francisco News"
"Your chance to perform has come."
Saint-Yves whispered in his ear.
The journalist's flash pierced Robert like a sharp sword.
"As the world's first eight-core steam soldier that can be officially put into production, is there any difference between the giant Ymir and the traditional heavy individual soldier?"
"I, I want to say." Robert stuttered a little: "It's going to change the landscape of steam wars, I mean, it's powerful enough to make the difference between winning and losing a war." ”
Flashes come and go.
"Is there anything you would like to say about the fifth anniversary of the completion of the Maritime Railway, where you will win the Steam Prize, Enfield has even invited the entire San Francisco celebrity to stand on your platform, and even Miss Dorothy has come to the dinner?"
"It's an honor for Enfield, and it's a personal honor for me."
Robert gradually became fluent in speech.
"As the chief designer of the giant Ymir and the design of the Maritime Railway, are there any colleagues who have provided you with special inspiration and help?"
The reporter of the newspaper asked again.
“…… I would like to say this. ”
Robert swallowed: "Every technology development is the result of the joint efforts of a whole team, and I thank all my colleagues and all the glory shared with them." ”
On the other side, Saint-Yves was also surrounded by a group of journalists.
"Your Excellency Saint-Yves, today marks the fifth anniversary of the completion of the Maritime Railway, more than 90% of which was completed by Chinese labourers, and thousands of Chinese labourers died in railway accidents. But in the past five years, no one has publicly affirmed the contribution of the Chinese to the maritime railways and to San Francisco. Five years ago, after the completion of the railway, you directly dismissed almost all Chinese workers, and tens of thousands of people were displaced. Don't you feel a little guilty about this? ”
The banquet was in full swing, and the streets were full of traffic, but at the end of the street, I don't know when dozens of pocket-sized steam soldiers appeared, and the parts on each individual soldier gurgled as if they were about to fall apart at any moment.
In the banquet hall,
Saint-Yves glanced at the young reporter and replied calmly: "As far as I know, the Qing government did not have a single railway, it was built entirely by themselves, and they lacked the ability and knowledge to build the railway on their own. As for the dismissal of the Chinese workers, I have already paid my salary according to the contract, and if I had violated the laws of San Francisco, those would have sued me a long time ago, right? ”
The young reporter was still trying to ask something, and suddenly there was a surge of voices, and it turned out that Mayor Michael was giving a speech. All eyes were drawn to it, and the young journalist had no choice but to give up.
At the same time, there was a gushing sound on the road tracks that stretched in all directions, and fist-sized tracks slid along the monorails, leaving cracks in the tracks they passed.
During the banquet, Mayor Michael said with emotion: "This great railway project has been successful because the people of San Francisco have the blood of four of the greatest peoples of our time in their veins. There is the courage of the French to fight and rush; There is a philosophical mind and a firm spirit of the Germans; There is the indomitable perseverance of the English; There is a fiery temper that the Irish do not know sorrow. Each of them has made a proper contribution of their own......
The speeches were surging, and the security guards at the entrance of the banquet raised their heads, and there was a guy wearing a brass mask and a cloak standing in front of them.
"Who are you?"
Security asked warily.
Chang Yu listened quietly to the speech at the banquet and said hoarsely: "I think it's a San Francisco who is not very noticed." ”
"Boom!"
The loud sound of steam popping shattered all the windows in an instant.