"Explosion? Go check what's going on." Liu Yiming was sitting in the train, drinking herbal tea, when he suddenly heard several explosions.

The sound seems a bit dull. It may be that the quality of the explosive is not very good, or it may be that the distance is relatively far.

No matter which one, it should not happen in the city, but even if it happened, Liu Yiming was not very surprised. This was something he had been prepared for.

As early as when the merger plan was finalized internally, that is, at the party before the New Year, everyone in Nanhua thought about how to stop the merger.

Among them, the easiest link is that of Sun Zaizhi.

After all, he was the head of the Provisional Government of China, and he died while meeting the emperor. No matter what both parties did, it would have extremely bad consequences.

Even if the merger can be forcibly promoted by then, it will still leave a lot of hidden dangers.

The greater possibility is that after Sun Zaizhi's death, a group of Westerners, under the banner of opposing politics and being absolutely fair, conducted a frame-up-and-blame investigation, and then threw the blame on a certain official in Nanhua.

Yes, it can be said that it was the personal actions of officials, which would give people the impression that Nanhua officials are dark, sinister, and unscrupulous, which is extremely detrimental to the merger.

If Nan Hua conducts his own investigation, these people will say that Nan Hua framed the case and wanted others to take the blame for Nan Hua, etc.

It just so happens that conspiracy theories are what people like to talk about the most.

What they care about is not the truth, but what they want to see.

A group of people making a fool of themselves can always lead to a group of brainless young people who don't know the truth and claim to be righteous, and then trigger an even greater crisis.

Fortunately, Nanhua came up with a plan very early.

The first is the vehicle to pick up people, which is composed of thirty identical vehicles. After picking up people, they will sort them randomly and divide them into six groups to set off.

Then the cars actually carrying Sun Zai's group of people will gradually change vehicles as they travel.

For example, now, among their five vehicles, only the one they are riding in is black, the other four are colorful, and there is even a large tractor.

Vehicles used to pick up people are not uncommon in Borneo. The ones used by the government have only strengthened the defense and replaced them with stronger engines. There is no difference in appearance.

…

After about half an hour of searching, the person who went to investigate came back.

"Your Majesty, there was an attack on East Second Street. Six attackers were caught on the spot, eight were shot to death, and eleven committed suicide by taking poison." The spy said softly.

He was very measured and did not say anything about the twelve casualties. The emperor should not personally intervene in this matter, otherwise it would appear that they were incompetent.

Just like many social issues, do you think they don’t know about it? No! It’s not that they know it better than anyone else.

The reason why it is not resolved is, on the one hand, an issue of interests, which outweighs the disadvantages, and on the other hand, an issue of attitude.

If a social problem needs to be addressed by high-level officials, it proves that the society has become irreversibly corrupted.

"Suicide? Dead man? More than twenty in one breath. It's really a waste of money." Liu Yiming nodded and waved his hand to signal him to go down.

Jiang Wang combed and groomed every three days and five days. The number of manpower assigned by various countries to Nanhua was not too many. The price of more than 20 dead soldiers with clean identities was already high.

As for why Jiang Wang failed to sort them out, please, China is a country with a population of nearly 50 million, which is relatively scattered, so it is normal for problems to arise.

"Check to see if it was done by the Japanese. This is more like their style." If we were to rank the countries that least want to see the merger of the two countries, Japan would at least be ranked second.

"Yes!" Just as the spy was about to go down, Jiang Wang came over.

"They are not Japanese. One of these people came back from the United States. We found his correspondence with the United States."

"There is a lot written in the letter, and we can basically conclude that this matter has something to do with the Americans."

Jiang Wang handed some pieces of letter paper to Liu Yiming.

After Liu Yiming read it for the first time, he subconsciously took out an English-Chinese dictionary and compared the translations. It was not because he had forgotten English, but because the content above was too outrageous.

After comparing them one by one, Liu Yiming was speechless and didn't even know what to say for a while.

"So, this is an operation remotely directed by Americans and planned by gangs. What do these people want?" Liu Yiming asked in confusion.

Jiang Wang stood aside and did not dare to speak.

The information on the letter showed that the ambush was carried out by a group of gang members. They had joined gangs in the United States in their early years, although they were not reused and were even suppressed.

But they were sent to the immigration team by the gang boss (or someone else) as "pathfinders".

The Chinese in the United States adopt a voluntary immigration system. However, due to the influence of the Chinese Exclusion Act, most ordinary Chinese have chosen to immigrate, and a few industries that cannot be moved have stayed in the United States.

This is how this group of people moved here. It seems they have been here for several years, but they still listen to the gangsters.

Liu Yiming didn't understand that the Chinese outside had a broader vision, a higher starting level, and their life should be far more prosperous than that of a gang member at the bottom. Why?

Do gangsters have faith these days?

"Go and check to see if there are other people's handwriting behind it, and where are they?" Liu Yiming threw the letter aside.

"According to the plan, they should adopt the third or fifth plan, which will arrive in ten minutes," Jiang Wang said softly.

This time it was his negligence. Although it was certain that someone would cause trouble, but allowing a group of gangsters to succeed, doesn't this clearly mean that he is incompetent?

"Go ahead, don't cause any more trouble. The internal investigation of the Chinese... will be fully launched after the merger is completed." Liu Yiming waved his hand, not blaming him.

…

Peter Wang, or Peter Wang, was born in California, USA, in 1890. His father was absent from work and his mother was a housewife. His father named him Wang Yaozu, hoping that he could honor his ancestors and return to his hometown in glory.

Wang Yaozu's childhood life was quite good, but in 1900, when Wang Yaozu was only ten years old, his father died in a mining accident.

The United States in the 1900s was still quite dark for workers. Work-related injuries? Sorry, the capitalists said they didn’t understand what you were talking about and threw four mighty Ni Ge thugs at you.

As a result, Wang Yaozu's family did not receive any compensation. His family suddenly lost its financial support. His mother had no skills and had to remarry in order to support him.

But he didn't understand. He left school (American elementary school) and started fooling around, stealing and stealing all day long. It was normal for him to be beaten up.

When he was twelve years old, Wang Yaozu stole ten dollars from a white man, which was quite a large amount of money. Just when he was excited with the banknotes, the police found him.

At this time, the United States did not have the habit of protecting minors. They themselves used child labor, and they did not have a large number of politically correct people.

He is a yellow man, and this is the original sin. Stealing from a white man is aggravating the crime.

Not to mention, he went to jail and was severely beaten.

After he was released from prison, he was already fifteen years old, had no skills and no source of income, so he started fooling around again.

But this time he learned wisely. He changed his name to Peter and joined a gang. In the gang, he was the bullied group, but he was used to it. No matter how much bullying he suffered, he would double it on others.

Well, the ones he bullied were mainly yellow people. After all, neither black nor white people were afraid of him.

If nothing else happened, he would have continued to hang around like this until one day, a gang fight broke out and he was used as cannon fodder and died on the streets or rotted in a smelly ditch.

But a change occurred in 1908. At this time, a second-class battleship appeared in Nanhua, leading the trend of naval development, and the limelight was temporarily gone.

As a result, relations with South America have eased, and larger-scale immigration has begun. More and more Chinese are leaving the United States and going to Southeast Asia.

No one can bully him!

Just when he was considering whether to leave, his boss, the white man he had stolen from, found him.

"Peter, I've been very optimistic about you since you stole my money when you were twelve years old. You haven't let me down these years. Are you willing to be my adopted son?" The gang boss dropped a bombshell as soon as they met.

"Of course... no! I mean, it's an honor, father." Wang Peter was very surprised and kissed the back of the boss's hand.

But I didn't realize that the boss's expression was as if he had touched dog shit.

King Peter rose, and he gained status, wealth, and even power. He indulged in it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He believed that he deserved all of it.

A few months later, his wild father called him over.

"Peter, I want to give you a task to open up a new business for the family." The boss poured two glasses of brandy himself and handed him one.

"Really? I mean, of course! We should live more, where are we going?" Peter stood up in surprise.

That's right, he sat down after entering the door, even though his wild father was pouring him wine.

"The family business will expand to Southeast Asia. I thought about it. It is easier for you to gain the trust of the local people. We are planning to expand the arms and pharmaceutical business locally. Can you do it?"

"If you can, you can get 20% of the profit." Wild Dad took a sip of wine and suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

"Of course, father, I can!" Peter felt that the goddess of luck must be looking after him.

"Then let's go, investigate clearly first, and remember to keep a low profile..."

So, King Peter arrived in Nanhua in a daze.

Nanhua's control over arms was not strict, and the control over drugs was so strict that he couldn't understand it. He couldn't find a breakthrough, so he kept fooling around.

Fortunately, because of his skin, he didn't receive too much attention and made a lot of bad friends.

Nan Hua was good at everything, but what he couldn't bear was that the Chinese who had cowered when they saw him were no longer afraid of him, and even shouted "offended" at him.

So, when his "father" sent him a letter asking him to deal with a "family enemy", he paid no attention to anything and did not investigate. He followed the route provided by his "father" and led a group of people to ambush.

He was very happy when he fired, he had prepared the boat, and he believed that he could escape, just like he did during the robbery in America, and that the goddess of luck was favoring him.
Chapter completed!