This is a Chinese sailor, carrying a bucket in his right hand, and a cloth is erected in the bucket; There is some garbage piled up in the bucket on his left hand.

He stepped out of the shadows and came to the American soldiers, who were drinking and grilling meat, and placed the barrel on the deck.

The Chinese sailors lifted the cloth out of the bucket and rested it on the deck.

The water on the cloth quickly seeped out, wetting the deck around the cloth.

The sailor bent down and began to mop the ground.

Roberts' eyes were red from drinking.

He looked at the inconspicuous Chinese sailor.

The man had a beard and no expression on his face.

Roberts frowned and arched his elbow to another naval soldier next to him:

"Where did this man come from, and why don't I have an impression of him?"

The sailor, who was also drunk, heard Roberts greeting him, and looked in the direction the latter was pointing:

"Oh, he's called Chen Long, and he's an American sailor, who was on a ship in Boston not long ago, and was responsible for burning coal and cleaning the ship. I heard that this thing used to be a miner, hehe, this kind of person is worthy of dealing with black coal for the rest of his life.

When Roberts heard this, his bloodshot eyes filled with disdain.

He shouted at the sailor:

"Hey! The people of China! Why don't you just stay in your cabin and come up and do something? ”

The Chinese sailors ignored him, but still dragged the deck with their heads down.

He held the handle of the cloth and pushed it all the way to Roberts.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Can't you understand English? Roberts got up from his seat and shouted at the Chinese sailors.

A gust of sea breeze blew, blowing Roberts's wine strong.

He threw the bottle of beer in his hand directly at the Chinese sailor.

I don't know if it was because Roberts drank too much wine and his hands were shaking, or if the Chinese sailor happened to turn around and take the barrel behind him.

"Smack!"

The bottle of beer did not hit the Chinese sailor, but smashed into the deck behind his heel, shattering.

This crisp sound also attracted the attention of the other American soldiers around.

The white foaming beer spilled all over the floor, and the part that was thrown out soaked the bottom half of the sailor's trouser legs.

The bearded Chinese sailor turned, looked up, and glanced at Roberts with a nonchalant expression.

He didn't say anything, remained silent.

The sailor bent down and slowly rolled up his wet trouser legs.

Then he walked over to his two barrels and lifted them to the place where the bottles had shattered to the ground.

He bent down and picked up the broken glass bottle pieces one by one and threw them into the bin containing the garbage.

"Hahaha, this guy is a coward!" Roberts pointed at the Chinese sailor and laughed.

The soldier next to him also burst into laughter.

The performance of this Chinese is very in line with their consistent perception, cowardice, and not like to cause trouble.

When they were in school, they liked to bully people like that the most.

Roberts intensified his efforts and threw the half of the cigarette hanging from his mouth over.

The Chinese sailor still had no intention of resisting, picked up the cigarette and threw it into the empty barrel.

After picking up the trash, start mopping the beer on the deck.

While dragging, he looked at the sailors with indifferent eyes from time to time.

"Fuck, look at it, what to see?!" Roberts strode straight at the Chinese sailors.

But he hadn't taken a few steps before he suddenly felt as if he had stepped on something under his feet, slipped and fell on his ass.

The other sailors burst into laughter again.

Roberts was so angry that he got up on his hands and feet, only to find that the Chinese sailor was gone.

The two buckets and the mop that had been placed in the corner were missing.

"Alright, Roberts, come back for a drink!" The captain stepped down from the bridge, and the first mate followed.

They were still in the command room discussing the distribution of supplies.

"Captain, the ambassador said that we should also send some cigarette factories outside Havana, and some of the Chinese and black people there are also Americans." The first mate said behind the captain.

The captain glanced at the first mate behind him:

"Are you the savior?"

The first mate quickly shook his head.

"If no one has anything to eat, will you feed the mules and horses at home?"

The first mate shook his head again.

"But the ambassador said"

"Ambassadors are politicians, and they focus on political influence, but we're not, and we've got to be mindful of the limited resources, and this isn't the hell of New Mexico." The captain cleared his throat and said, "I admit that those people do a very good job, but they should always know where they are. ”

The two soon joined the crew as well.

What happened just now was just a small episode, and it could not affect the interest of everyone on the ship at all.

The Chinese sailor returned to the cabin with two barrels.

The hallway of the cabin was dimly lit.

It's a place where there's no one, and it's as quiet as the haven of Havana outside.

The crew was on deck to release their day's boredom and boredom, and no one wanted to stay in the dreary cabin.

The Chinese sailor touched his beard.

These mustaches are glued up and uncomfortable.

He thought about it, but he still hadn't tore them off.

During this time, both the scientists of the Roswell Armory Factory and the executives of the Sanjiang Bank and the Border Detective Agency received a message.

Their boss, Chen Jianqiu, went abroad.

Went on vacation to Switzerland.

As usual, on days when the boss is away, corporate decisions are made by the Finance and Legal Center together.

No one could have imagined that their boss was on board the Maine at this time.

He was going to sink the ship.

This could have been left to the Border Detective Agency.

Since Chen Jianqiu first returned from Cuba, the Border Detective Agency has begun to infiltrate Cuba.

They have a lot of ways to deal with it.

For example, buying local Spanish soldiers.

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men.

If the bribed person hadn't died in the explosion, the detective agency could have killed the person after the incident.

On the sly.

Or give full play to their ability to fan the flames, as long as the arch fire is successful, everything will be fine, even if they are found out, they can die and refuse to admit it.

There was no need for Chen Jianqiu to risk his life at all.

But the only downside of this kind of thing is that it's really uncontrollable.

There is also a theory that in the original historical line, the Maine was supposed to explode, and it seems that he did not need to do more.

But the problem is that after he crosses over, the entire timeline changes.

He wasn't really sure if anything like this would ever happen.

Chen Jianqiu did not know the real cause of the explosion of the Maine.

In case the friend who caused the explosion is killed by himself at some point, or dies from a decision he made in the last decade.

As may sound, the possibilities are entirely there.

The butterfly flapped its wings, and no one knew when and where the storm would occur.

Also, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

If the Maine had been silent, at least two hundred people would have died, judging by the urine of the men on deck.

That's more than 200 lives.

Chen Jianqiu thought about it and decided to do it himself.

Anyway, I have committed enough murders and robberies, and I don't have to worry about a lot of debts, so it doesn't matter if I have two hundred more.

Chen Jianqiu continued to walk inside along the corridor.

Before he got on board, he retrieved the drawings of the Maine through channels.

The ship's ammunition depot was located on the starboard side of the bow, next to the compartment where the coal was stored.

Walk down the hallway until you reach the end and go down the next floor.

Chen Jianqiu threw the cloth and bucket on the wall of the corridor, and continued to walk forward with another bucket.

As he walked, he pushed away the glass bottle slag and other debris from the barrel, revealing a tight wrap of a bag.

The glove bucket was also placed on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu opened the package as he walked.

It's a delicate bomb.

Designed by Roswell's chief bomb designer, Mr. Hudson Maxim, the TNT explosive is controlled by a small alarm clock that detonates at a time.

Chen Jianqiu took the bomb in his hand and walked to the end of the corridor.

Ahead is the ammunition bay.

Chen Jianqiu took out a master key designed by Sean from his pocket.

This is one of the few "works" of a black man since he was awarded the "Hawaiian Horse".

According to his boasting, this key is a combination of his experience and wisdom to open most of the locks of the moment.

But when Chen Jianqiu walked to the door of the ammunition compartment, he found that he was too worried.

The door to the ammunition bay was not closed at all, and it was unmanned.

This was somewhat unexpected by Chen Jianqiu.

When he stepped on the spot, the door to the cabin had been closed at night, and patrols occasionally passed by.

Chen Jianqiu went to the deck just now, just to count the people.

Sure enough, Roberts, who was in charge of the patrol, had already drunk a lot of meat and vegetables.

Just as Chen Jianqiu was about to walk into the ammunition compartment, ready to put down the explosives.

Suddenly, a peculiar smell came from the hallway.

This taste Chen Jianqiu couldn't be more familiar.

That's what all coal miners don't want to smell.

Chen Jianqiu hurriedly walked out of the ammunition compartment.

He took a few steps forward and found that the door of the coal storage tank was not closed.

That's where the smell comes from.

It's dark inside.

Chen Jianqiu turned on the shooter mode.

The carts carrying coal were placed haphazardly at the hatches, and the boiler coal was broken into small pieces and stacked on top of each other.

Chen Jianqiu picked up one of them and found that the coal was wet because of the humid air or some other reason.

A gust of wind blew from the direction of the corridor and poured into the coal storage tank.

This has all the conditions for spontaneous combustion.

Chen Jianqiu hadn't seen the open flames yet, but a puff of smoke had already spread out of the coal pile.

He finally understood how the Maine was silent.

It seems that the heavens wanted the ship to sink.

Chen Jianqiu quickly put away the bomb.

There is no longer any need to plant bombs.

As long as open flames naturally appear in the coal heaps, it is inevitable that the ammunition depot next door will be detonated.

No matter how big the ship is, it will sink.

The only question now is whether he, Chen Jianqiu, can escape from the battleship before the explosion.

Chen Jianqiu quickly evacuated in the direction he came.

Nature doesn't give you an alarm clock for such a thing as spontaneous combustion in a coal pile, so the sooner the better.

Fortunately, Boss Chen's skills have not been left behind.

He quickly returned to the deck, and at the same time ran through the shadows to the escape boat he had prepared.

Due to the deep draft of the Maine, it didn't take him too long to get from the side of the ship to the escape boat.

Chen Jianqiu rowed his oars and drove the lifeboat out.

Just as the dinghy sailed to the shore and Chen Jianqiu jumped off the boat, a loud bang suddenly came from behind him, and then the fire soared into the sky!

A flame that burns in the night sky!

The USS Maine, exploded.