The Mississippi blew its whistle. The crew and passengers were expressing their gratitude to the Chinese troops who came to the rescue. This was the busy Tower Bridge terminal. They could not block the waterway for a long time. When the police classified the incident as an accident, The captain was ordered to leave the ship and clear the waterway.
The passengers on the deck thanked the towering Zhiyuan, and the Chinese soldiers on the side of the railing also waved. The atmosphere was extremely harmonious.
Even those passengers regretted that they were not lucky enough to be rescued aboard the Zhiyuan. How lucky they were to be able to take this opportunity to visit this legendary battleship.
But amidst all the grateful eyes, something strange always happened. In the corner of the crowd, there were hateful eyes staring at these Chinese people. The worn-out cowboy hats covered the upper half of their faces. No one noticed their resentment. eyes.
"Dirty and stupid Asian yellow-skinned monkeys, do you deserve to have such a warship? And those damn northern Prussians, they are the shame of Europe. They actually chose to form an alliance with these monkeys. They are simply betrayers of European civilization..."
While he was cursing in a low voice, the loudspeaker on the ship began to sound, "Everyone pack up your salutes. The cruise ship will dock in ten minutes. Get your tickets ready. This trip has reached the end... Get in line. Get in line quickly!”
"As for you, go to the back. How come the third-class ticket holders are squeezed into the aisle of the first-class passengers? Go over there..."
"Sir, Madam, please go this way. VIP seats can pass through first, and customs will also give priority to checking visas..."
The crew were all snobbish, and third-class tickets were obtained by the poor people in the bottom cabin. You don't have to be polite to these people. The nobles and big businessmen in the first-class cabin are the nobles who deserve respect.
Scholars, professors, and middle-class families in the first class should not be offended. As for the untouchables in the second and third classes, they should wait in line later.
The three secret troublemakers in cowboy hats were pushed back. Naturally, they did not dare to cause trouble in public, so they could only curse a few times and then retreat obediently.
The first-class VIPs disembarked first. The British Customs at the dock had a special channel to receive these distinguished guests. These people's butlers, relatives and friends had already greeted them outside, and a brand-new carriage stopped in the distance.
Well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, anyone who dares to check them will be greeted with a smile as soon as they are handed over their boat tickets and identification documents and immediately let go.
In this era, Europe did not have a unified passport format. Traveling across countries required some identification certificates issued by the governments of various countries, which was the original prototype of the passport.
These nobles and big businessmen had already had their families and friends go through all the customs formalities. The butlers and attendants swarmed up to receive the greetings and left the customs.
First-class guests don't need to be checked at all. Just saying those names can silence countless low-level officials, and first-class guests can't afford to offend them.
Many of them are professors, scholars, and famous celebrities. Their passing through customs is just a formality.
However, the inspection of tickets for those in the second and third classes was much stricter. After the VIPs completely disembarked, these poor passengers were led to another passage, and what awaited them was extremely strict interrogation and difficulties.
All the luggage on the wooden table was opened, the messy clothes were opened to see if there were any weapons or contraband inside, and the identification documents were turned over and looked over several times, with contemptuous eyes staring at these careful faces.
If the passenger holds a British identity visa, it is better. Foreigners are given preferential treatment and will be released after a simple interrogation. If the passenger holds a British identity visa, it will be difficult.
"Country of Citizenship……"
"France..."
"age……"
"41 years old!"
"gender……"
"I..." The cowboy hat's eyes stood up in anger, "Do you still want to ask this question?"
"Answer me honestly! What do you care about my question? If you don't want to go through customs, get back on the ship!" The customs worker with a huge beer belly looked as if he had eaten three kilograms of*, and the spit spit flew onto his face in the cowboy hat.
"Gender...Male!" People had to bow their heads under the low eaves, but the Frenchman still chose to surrender.
The beer belly looked at him contemptuously, and sneered in his heart: You dare to talk back to me, look at how I will deal with you today.
"name?"
"Dior..."
"Profession?"
"Rangers from the Newfoundland Forestry Corporation of Canada..."
"Forest ranger? What kind of bullshit profession is this? Do you still need people to watch when you destroy the forest? It's fake!"
"Dear sir, forest rangers are actually hunters. Our job is to hunt local wolves and brown bears and protect the safety of the logging team..."
"Hmph... you're such a stinky hunter! What's the matter with coming to England?"
"Visit friends, then return to China and transfer ship..."
"Who is your friend in London? Where does he live and what is his job? Can he vouch for you?"
At this moment, the cowboy hat had completely collapsed. He knew that the other party was trying to make things difficult for him. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, but this was the British territory, and he couldn't use all his abilities.
"Sir, of course I have friends in London. Nine years ago we fought side by side in the Qing Empire. We captured the Chinese capital and burned down the emperor's summer palace... More than just friends, they were ours. Comrade!"
As soon as he heard that he was still a veteran, the beer-bellied man's arrogance became somewhat restrained. At this moment, the two companions behind Dio went up to the front and handed over their identification certificates.
"Dear sir, we are together, we can vouch for each other, this is our identity certificate, please... take a good... look!"
Beer Belly glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the thickness of the two folded identity certificates was a bit strange. They were both old men and women, so he could understand the situation at a glance.
He took the ID card and opened it, and saw that there were three banknotes in total. The beer belly secretly laughed in his heart, "You are so sensible, why should I bother to spit..."
"Well, it turns out that you are a veteran visiting a friend. That is worthy of respect. Okay, you three can pass, go!"
The three Dior people quickly packed up their messed up luggage and quickly left the customs and walked onto the streets of London.
The group of people walked to the corner. Dio lit a cigarette and spit it out in the direction of the customs. "Damn it! If it weren't for my important mission, I would kill this fat pig tonight!"
"Oh God, this is not the place to say these things. Go quickly and find a meeting place!"
Following the route in their memory, the three of them carefully avoided the attention of the military police on the street. They walked around three blocks for a full five or six kilometers before finding a dirty alley in the West District.
Deep in the alley, at the entrance of a shabby hotel called Big White Goose, two pheasants in their forties were soliciting guests. When they saw three French veterans approaching, they rushed up to ogle them.
"We are here to see the big white goose, lead us in!"
The expressions of the two pheasants changed slightly, and then they pretended to be hugging the guests and led the three of them into a hidden room in the hotel.
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