"No, I don't dare!" The guard quickly dropped his saber and knelt down on one knee in front of Jian Yi: "I, I will obey your order!"
"Very good. Now, do you know what to do?" Jian Yi glanced at him and slowly took back the sword in his hand.
The guard nodded heavily and replied in a cold sweat: "I know, I know!"
"You know better than to hurry up!" Jian Yi glanced at him sideways, "If there is any delay..."
Before he finished speaking, the young guard rushed towards the front of the track like a bullet out of the barrel without looking back, not daring to hesitate at all.
"Did you all hear what I just said?" Jian Yan looked back at the confused passengers, and then said to the remaining guards: "There is no need to clear out these passengers, just let them get on the bus with me. If it is too ostentatious,
, let this guy’s accomplices take advantage of the loophole..."
"Yes, what you are saying is..." The guards could not stop nodding at Jian's words, for fear that the weird-tempered secret guard would get angry again and send them to the stake.
"Hey, it'll be nice if you understand it!" Jian Yan's tone became inexplicably relaxed, which frightened these fools, and the next thing went much smoother...
By using the leather cover of the secret guard, he indeed enjoyed a lot of conveniences.
In almost less than a minute, the train quickly entered the station.
"Is this... is this true?"
"This is only fifty-three points..."
"Isn't there a rule from the Holy See? The bus should leave on the hour!"
Although everyone had questions and complaints, the passengers still got on the bus in a good manner.
After all, the guard spoke, and the content was very concise and concise: There will be no compensation or explanation. If you fall in love, don't fall in love. The money has been paid anyway, do as you like!
It is really a simple and powerful speech on capitalist modernization...Jian Yan sighed with emotion.
As the last person got on the train, Jian Yi and Alex also arrived at the train door, preparing to enter the station.
"Do you have any other instructions?" The guard bent down and said, "I have already informed the crew on the train and will try my best to meet all your requests!"
"Well..." Jian Yi pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of a bad idea, "Don't tell me, there really is..."
After a few words, the guard nodded solemnly: "I understand, I promise to complete the mission!"
"I'm optimistic about you." Jian Yi smiled sadly twice, gestured OK to the guard, and then walked onto the train with Alex.
It's two fifty-four, Central Time.
…
East End, near Manchester City Steel Works.
The wind blew through the old streets, making a "wow" sound.
A foraging black cat slipped quietly across the roof and almost extinguished the oil lamp on the ceiling.
The light flickered twice, illuminating the words on the sign below: Peter's Bread.
The door of the bakery was slowly pushed open, making an old "squeaking" sound. This is a time-honored restaurant near the steel mill in Manchester. Not only is the price cheap, but the service is also very considerate.
Two copper coins can be exchanged for a piece of rye bread and unlimited refills of cold water... In the poor East End, this is not a common thing.
With the sound of the door opening, a girl with flowing blond hair walked into the door and frowned slightly as she looked at the broken glass on the ground.
"Phryne, where did the child go?"
The speaker is a vigorous old man who looks to be in his seventies, but still gives people a strong feeling.
He was wearing a military green coat, brown leather pants, and a cowboy hat on his head. He looked like a western traveler.
At that time, he was closing the door and followed Phryne into the bar.
"Grandpa Peter, I don't know..." Phryne shook her head: "Maybe..."
Although it was not stated explicitly, both she and Peter knew Alex's whereabouts: the mysterious guard who appeared inexplicably in the East District took him away, and may have even left the East District.
"Is there still enough time?" Old Peter asked.
"It's not enough..." Phryne replied softly, "It's less than five minutes before the train departs. If we want to go to the station now, I'm afraid it will take a lot more time than this... The secret guards usually have carriages, so if we...
…”
The results speak for themselves.
"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it," Old Peter sighed and shook his head. "If you want to blame it, let's blame the child's unlucky fate! Both his parents died before the coming-of-age ceremony, and now Boggs, a radical man, is at stake.
Guy...he really did involve a kid in his early twenties..."
Peter looked at the glass fragments and remaining water drops on the ground: "They have left for a while, and now I'm afraid it's too late to catch up... like you said. The only way is to wait for those guys in Wisconsin to make a move.
We can make plans after we capture the Eastern District..."
Phryne bit her lip lightly, but still nodded: "It's better... to think about it in the long term."
"You must have seen what Mr. 'v' left on the counter, right?" Peter took out a glasses cloth from his pocket and wiped the glasses stained with water droplets.
Phryne forced herself not to think about Alex, took a deep breath and replied: "Yes, there is such a thing."
She hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "But this Mr. V... doesn't seem to have appeared before?"
Peter picked up the cup, took a glass of cold water, and replied slowly: "That's why I asked you - the organization never told us about the raid on the Central District, and now they rashly advance the uprising to the day after tomorrow. Indeed,
Very strange."
"Could it be that the Holy See found out?" Phryne said horrified, "What if the secret guard who came today -"
"no, I can not."
Old Peter still maintained his calm character and rich experience: "The content of his letter was too obvious. Not only did he mention the situation at the Manchester City Steel Plant, but he also knew everything about the Little Jimmy incident in Wisconsin... I'm afraid it was a case in Wisconsin.
If you are a secret guard, it is impossible to do it unless you are in disguise. Moreover, with the way the Holy See has always entrusted you, they will definitely not be able to do this kind of thing."
"But he didn't say anything about Alex..." Phryne said anxiously.
Alex and her had grown up together since childhood. They were both workers' families in the East District and had known each other for many years. Although they rarely saw each other as they grew older, their relationship would never be weak.
But now, he may have made a decision that led to death in order not to implicate himself...
"The Holy See will not touch him," Old Peter squinted his eyes, revealing a glimmer of light, "He will not die until he is forced to find out something."
