Time: July 1839 Guatemala Jutiapa

Although the crisis of the Great Depression has improved, the people of the Western world have not yet recovered from the effects of the Great Depression, but in this place far from the huge economic center, people are still living a life that is no different from that of peacetime, and they are not aware of the fact that the outside world has been turned upside down.

James scratched his head, sat down in front of the telegraph, and tapped the button rhythmically with his index finger, and the whole cabin emitted a tick, tick, tick, who knew that the message of the finger had flown to the other side of the Atlantic.

Dallas pushed open the door with a pot of tea, and carefully placed the teapot next to James's hand, not daring to make a sound.

"Dallas, you're just in time, what's going on with the fleet I asked you to contact." James took out his pipe.

"Captain, now affected by the Great Depression, the boats outside would rather use them to fish at sea than accept the trade of carrying people." Dallas shook his head helplessly.

James nodded, as if he had expected it, and spread out the closed book on the table, pulling out the paper inside, which was covered with strange dots and horizontal patterns.

"Dallas, you go a kilometer to the south, there should be a port, where you go you just have to tell the staff that you are an archaeological team member in Munich, give him the note, and that's it." James spat out a smoke ring.

"It was a former German colony during the Age of Discovery, and although the Age of Discovery has passed, the administrator there is still an old German agent."

Dallas already understood what James meant, pushed open the door without asking, and ran outside, doing these errands Dallas was always more neat than others.

James walked back to the table, picked up the military iron kettle brought in by Dallas and began to taste Guatemalan tea, sure enough, James is a romantic, likes to look at the sky while drinking tea, but the foreign sky always looks relatively gloomy. Dark clouds drifted over the cliffs.

James turned on the radio and prayed inwardly that Dallas wouldn't get wet in the rain.

Radio:

Time: 3:00 p.m

There will be intermittent rain in Khutiapa, accompanied by strong winds and lightning, so please bring rain gear when you go out to prevent catching a cold. ”

"According to the local security bureau in Hutiapa, there are currently several riots in the local area, and it is initially understood that it is caused by local ultra-nationalists and local armed forces, so please try not to go out."

"I am Zamai, the patriot of Hutiapa in Guatemala, we are patriotic patriots, we have had enough of the foreign invaders, we will be too disappointed in the inaction of the foreign invaders in our country, since our country cannot protect our families, then it is up to us to protect our families, come, join us, my brothers, my sisters, think about your parents, think about our children, They need a country where they can grow in peace, so I have to expel the invaders, they are demons, so ...... Hahaha, devil, I'm coming for you......" James immediately turned off the radio.

"Dallas hurry up and call the archaeological team over......" James suddenly remembered that Dallas had been leaving for the port for a long time, and suddenly felt that the situation was not good, and he had to gather the members of the examination team immediately, and the form was already quite dangerous.

James lifted the archaeological suit hanging on the hook, and James, who put his foot in his shoes, hurriedly walked towards the gate, he had no time to tie his shoes: "Everyone, hurry, ah".

James fell to the ground, everything in front of him was blurry, he struggled to look outside, a wooden stick was across James's eyes, and in front of him were the members of the archaeological team being dragged out of the house, how brutal they were, the team members were pressed to the ground, and even the female archaeological team members were dragged into the house......

"Please, please don't" In the face of all this, James could not do anything, he could only watch, he could only plead, but the heavens chose to avoid as if they couldn't hear their shouts, there were gunshots everywhere, bang, several archaeological team members had fallen under the gunfire of the locals, James stretched out his weak hand, a local with dreadlocks walked towards him with a gun, smashed the butt of the gun at James's forehead, James fell into the darkness completely.

In the dark, everything is unknown how long it has been.

A bucket of cold water was poured on James, and James woke up, looking around with confused eyes, he was now in a small building in a barren mountain, which from the appearance seemed to be an abandoned fortress, in disrepair, had begun to decay, the tower had collapsed in half, and the walls had been cracked.

James was sitting in the middle of the tower, he couldn't get used to the situation, his forehead began to swell and hurt again, James shook his head helplessly, but he began to look for a way to cut the rope, and his back hand began to rub up and down from the back of the wooden chair.

A pigtailed local walked in, followed by two locals with guns, who appeared to be bodyguards.

"You're Mr. James, my name is Zamayi." The dreadlocked man introduced himself.

"You know my name?" James is rubbing the rope and he has to buy time now.

"My kid named Dallas knows it." Zamayi walked over to James.

Zamayi lowered his head: "Mr. James, you say that we are all good people, but why, your country still invades us, our children, our parents, our people have never done anything bad, but you have hurt them, killed them, and trampled their dignity under your own feet, why?" ”

James was surprised to find that they had taken him as an aggressor, and perhaps there was still a chance to reconcile after explaining clearly, but his hand never stopped.

"Mr. Zamayi, maybe our country has caused harm to your people, but we don't know it, most of us are pacifists, and we won't allow anything about the race that hurts, we're just an ordinary archaeological team, and we don't know anything about the wrongs caused by our country." James pleaded.

"Mr. James, you still won't tell the truth!" Zamayi sneered.

Zamaj took out a white piece of paper from his pocket and spread it out, "You wrote it, the head of the port we occupied is an old agent, and when we interrogated him, he said that you were sent by the government." ”

James' neck was thick, and he began to defend himself: "I was indeed sent by the city government, but I was sent by the government to be in charge of the archaeological project, and I have nothing to do with military and aggression." ”

James had understood very well that there was no way to explain this kind of extremist race, and he was now on his own, and the speed of his grinding began to increase.

Zamaj: "Mr. James, it seems that you still don't want to open up for me, bring him in." ”

Zamayi clapped his hands, and two locals outside dragged a bloody man in, and the bloody man made James's heart ache immediately, the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger of his left hand had been cut off, and his body was full of scars.

"Dallas, Dallas, what did you do to him?" James shouted angrily.

Zamaj grabbed Dallas's head and pulled Dallas up as he was lying on the ground.

"We just wanted to talk to him, but he rejected me, and I had to be a cruel person to open his heart, so Mr. James, this friend of yours said, you are a government agent, as long as you admit that you are a government agent, I will let him go, Mr. James." Zamaj grabbed Dallas' hair, pulled a razor from his waist with his right hand, raised it to his mouth and licked it.

James had become incoherent, and he just repeated: "Let him go, I'm really just the leader of the archaeological team, not a spy." James' forehead was dripping with sweat, and his shirt was soaked.

Dallas cried and begged for forgiveness: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really can't stand it, please forgive me, please forgive me, please forgive me......"

Zamaj suddenly put the razor across Dallas's neck, his expression was irritable, and he lost his previous calm attitude: "James, my patience is limited, are you a spy or not?" ”

James's tearing defense constantly reiterates that he is not a spy and is unable to defend himself.

"Isn't it?" Zamaj squeezed the knife into Dallas's skin, blood oozing out.

James knew that if he didn't admit it, Dallas wouldn't have a chance to live: "it, I'm a spy. ”

Zamaj stopped moving, but the knife still rested under Dallas's skin.

"That's right, Mr. James."

Zamayi's right hand exerted force again, and the knife cut out from Dallas's neck, forming a perfect arc, and Dallas's body fell heavily to the ground, and his body had lost all its vital features, but his eyes revealed regret and guilt for this time.

Zamaj wiped the razor with his clothes, turned around and put it away, waving to the other two locals, "He's worthless, kill him." He walked out without looking back.

Than Dallas died in front of his eyes, James, who had lost his mind, had become a man he didn't know.

Two locals walked into James, James got up with his legs and smashed a chair at the locals in front of him, he took this opportunity to hide behind the locals, put his hand into the pockets of the locals, and the other locals quickly opened fire, and he fell down with the locals in front of him, and the room was dead silent, and the locals came forward to investigate.

The locals kicked away his companion who had fallen on top of James, but all he saw was James with a pistol pointed at him.

Bang, another gunshot rang out in the room.