"Woo~"

A vintage steam train departs from Austin train station and heads to Houston, the only stop on the way.

On the passenger list, Tom Smith's name is prominently listed.

The telegraph could be transmitted much faster than a train crawled, and the world was about to begin to enter the information age.

The news from the telegraph station "accidentally" leaked, and on the railroad tracks, hundreds of Yankees were ambushed on the side of the road, ready to attack and kill Tom Smith.

Prepare to attack and kill the factory emperor in the Smith factory district.

"Hum, hum, hum!"

After fifteen hours of slow crawling, the train made its way to a small wooded area on the outskirts of Houston.

"Whew!"

"Sting~~~"

The sudden sound of the train's brakes made both the passengers and the cargo on the train tremble with panic.

Fortunately, the conductor saw a few giant logs on the tracks in time, otherwise it would have led to a train crash and explosion.

Before the conductor beckoned people to remove the few pieces of wood blocking the way, a tall man dressed in a European-style aristocratic costume walked out of the forest slowly.

He first took off the black tricorne hat on his head, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly as a sign of respect.

Then raise your other free hand and slash downward.

“Fire！”

At the man's command, hundreds of Yankee boys walked out of the forest and began to shoot at the train, dense steel balls gushing out from the muzzles of these old-fashioned muskets that had experienced the Civil War.

How could the older old train baffles withstand the penetrating power of the bullets of these "new" firearms that had been in service during the Civil War?

Even the wagon of the train was beaten like a sieve by these undercover agents.

"Ceasefire!"

When the tall man saw that blood was beginning to ooze from the small hole in the train car, he ordered his men to stop shooting.

The fifteen-minute shooting was finally over, and in order to prevent Tom from being completely killed, each ambusher carried at least three muskets and took turns firing to prevent the explosion caused by overheating.

The tall man waved his hand, and several angry ruffians lowered their muskets, and despite the terrible situation on the train, they found the body of a sturdy young man with a six-inch figure in the pile of flesh.

These temporary soldiers, who had no respect for the corpse, dragged the corpse's golden hair to the tall man.

"Master, this should be Tom's garbage."

"Turn your face out, I'll see."

"Gotcha."

Several makeshift soldiers pulled away the flowing blond hair that covered the corpse's face, and a handsome face of an angular German came into view.

The most clever dog leg directly wiped the corpse's face with his temporary military uniform, and removed all the blood stains and other stains on his face.

The officer pulled out a cowhide scroll, which was a portrait of Tom Smith.

Due to the limitations of the times, there was no portable camera in the era when there was no most accurate record of physiognomy.

This portrait is drawn by relying on the two or five boys who have seen Tom himself, a summary of Tom's appearance, and relying on a professional portrait police officer from Washington who has been in the industry for more than ten years.

"It's Tom Smith who didn't mean it, the flowing blonde hair and this handsome face, and some calluses on his hands that haven't completely faded."

"There is no second upstart like this in the entire Texas high circle."

"It's a pity that the clothes and leather shoes are gone."

The tall officer bent down and carefully touched the clothes on the corpse, the feel of the cloth was definitely not something that a poor farmer could afford.

For those leather shoes, the tall man conservatively estimated them to be hundreds of dollars.

The thick calluses on the hands of the corpse show that the corpse has experienced many years of labor before its death, but there are some signs of new skin growing under the calluses, which seems to be a phenomenon that has only recently been out of labor.

Based on these details on the corpse, it is revealed that the corpse is an upstart.

In the whole of Texas, only Tom Smith meets these conditions.

Several ruffians also took out the pocket watch in Tom's arms, and the bloodstained diamond pocket watch showed the luxurious life of the corpse before his death.

"Young master, this watch?"

"Dead things, I look at the bad luck, you can divide them if you want, but remember to drag the body back to the train."

"Well, what I'm waiting for is your words, young master."

The tall man also knew what these rats in the sewers were waiting for, and acquiesced in this behavior of the deceased.

As soon as the rat leader raised his arms excitedly, hundreds of temporary soldiers rushed onto the train and began to divide the accompanying finances of the corpses on the train.

In this era, those who can get on the train, no matter how bad they are, are small capitalists or small farmers who are detached from production, and their finances are enough for these rats to live a good life for a while.

Some temporary soldiers with low status can only go to the warehouse to see if they can move some valuable goods.

After about half an hour, the rats who came out of the gutter stripped the corpse of all its belongings, and carried it back to the train with satisfaction.

The rats obeyed the rat's head and placed tons of new explosives, called TNT, the latest product of Smith, on the dilapidated scrapped train.

“duang！ duang！ daung！ ”

The skyrocketing fire set fire to the nearby groves, and these Yankee undercover agents had already returned to the sewers.

On the way back to the nest, the rat head found that there were some pale golden marks on the hand that had just dragged the corpse's hair, and he didn't think much about it, as if the gold pen had been pulled out of Tom's corpse and faded.

Three or four miles behind the train, in a separate passenger train carriage pulled by dozens of tall horses, a handsome blond man sat at a wooden table in the middle of the carriage and feasted on it.

The blonde man impatiently pinned his messy and clean flowing blonde hair back to prevent it from affecting his vision of eating hot pot.

He also skillfully uses chopsticks, which can be called magical tableware in the eyes of the guards around him, and tastes and enjoys the natural beef produced in these Texas farms and ranches.

"It's so cool, it's so cool...... In winter, you should eat hot pot. ”

After subconsciously saying that no one around him knew Chinese, the male protagonist was satisfied with putting a large slice of beef as thin as a cicada's wings into the copper hot pot.

This man doesn't need to ask, it's Tom Smith, who is theoretically dead.

"Mr. Smith, as you arranged, Tom Smith is "dead", the next step is ......"

"John has ordered dinner, don't talk about these work things, sit down to eat, sit down to eat first."

"This ......"

"Don't stay still, eat together, you are all my life support during this time, don't be so polite."

Tom beckoned to the guards and John to eat this delicious copper hot pot together.

At first, John took the lead and shirked a little, but at Tom's insistence, all the guards sat down together and tasted the delicious hot pot.

In this carriage, in order to hide people's eyes, dozens of high-headed horse-drawn carriages were deliberately used, and the guards on the carriage were all Tom's carefully selected descendants.

Everything is for the sake of Tom's fake death information not to leak out.

Tom doesn't die, and flies and mice don't dare come out and make trouble.

So it takes Tom to die for a while and let the mess jump out on its own.

Then deal with it uniformly.