The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 542 Excuse me, are you Mr. Lincoln? (Please subscribe, please vote)
"Who?"

Senator Brannan was untying his tie in annoyance when his bodyguard suddenly reported from outside the door: "Sir, there is a Japanese prostitute who says she is here to see Mr. Lincoln."

"Lincoln?" Brannan raised his eyebrows and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That sanctimonious lawyer actually has this hobby? He put down the whiskey glass and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, "Let her in."

The door opened a crack, and Rinko, who looked only about 16 or 17 years old, slid in like a kitten. She was wearing a light green gauze kimono with a wide neckline, and a few pink scars were faintly visible on her collarbone. A hemp rope was wrapped around her slender waist, and a peony silk flower was tied to the knot, swaying gently with her movements.

"Ayumister Lincoln?" Her voice was soft and delicious, with a hint of timid tentativeness.

Brannan's Adam's apple rolled a little, but he still didn't let down his guard - this was the West after all!

He glanced at the bodyguard, a cowboy who had been traveling in the West for many years. "We have searched it thoroughly, sir." The cowboy smiled lewdly. But Rinko turned around and smiled sweetly at him.

Brannan waved his hand to signal the bodyguards to retreat, but his eyes seemed to be glued to Rinko and couldn't move away: "I am Lincoln." He took out a handful of US dollars from his pocket and scattered them on the Persian velvet carpet.

Rinko lowered her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She knelt on the Persian carpet, her hands placed obediently on her knees, letting Brannan's eyes wander over her.

"You brought hemp rope?" Brannan unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his hairy chest. "You Japanese are pretty wild."

Rinko raised her head, a sly look flashed in her eyes. She slowly stood up, crossed her hands behind her head, and gently pulled out the hairpin. Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the hairpin shone with a faint blue luster under the gas lamp - that was the color of pufferfish venom.

"Want to play?" Her voice was as sweet as honey, exactly the type Brannan liked.

Brannan's breathing quickened. He rushed towards Rinko and tried to tie her wrists with a hemp rope, but suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Rinko's hairpin suddenly pierced his skin, and the poison quickly spread through his blood. His grim smile froze on his face, and his body fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

The bodyguard outside the door felt something was wrong when he heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. He knocked on the door twice but got no response, so he kicked it open. Rinko was already standing barefoot on the windowsill, the sea breeze from San Francisco Bay lifted the hem of her kimono, revealing her white legs. She untied the hemp rope buckle at her waist, and the 14-meter-long oiled hemp rope hung down to the street like a black snake, with the other end of the rope already tied to the windowsill.

"Damn the True Yokai assassins!" the bodyguard roared and pulled out his pistol. The bullet grazed Rinko's ear, but she leaped into the night of San Francisco.

Xianfeng drove a carriage carrying swill and waited at the corner of the street. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the top floor of the San Francisco Hotel. When he saw Rinko jumping down from the sky, he shouted "Er Dezi" and took out his pistol, aiming at the window where Rinko jumped down, and fired four bullets in one breath. At this time, Rinko had already landed on the ground and ran barefoot towards the carriage where the gunshots were heard. Er Dezi whipped the whip hard, and the wheels rolled over the garbage on the ground and rushed towards the running Rinko.

Rinko had already jumped onto the carriage and shouted to Xianfeng and Er Dezi, "Hurry, hurry to the dock!"

"Hurry, hurry to the dock!" Xianfeng shouted as he reloaded his revolver with trembling hands on the bumpy carriage. A feeling of excitement he had never experienced before suddenly rushed from the bottom of his heart to his head. His new life was quite exciting!
On the top floor of the San Francisco Hotel, Natalia was standing at the window looking at Chinatown when she heard the gunshots - there was going to be a good show tonight! But unexpectedly, the good show started suddenly, but the stage was not in the True John Cathedral, but in the San Francisco Hotel.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a sudden knock on her door.

"Who?" Natalia asked as she walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer and took out the revolver inside.

"It's me, Wu Chongyao!" Wu Chongyao's voice came from outside.

"Mr. Wu, it's too late now. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Natalia said to the person outside the door while loading bullets into the revolver.

But Wu Chongyao's next words forced Natalia to open the door to this diplomat from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom: "Doesn't the Grand Duchess want to know who will bury the Romanov dynasty?"

With a creaky sound, the door opened, and the Grand Duchess appeared in front of Wu Chongyao with one hand behind her back, her face gloomy: "Wu, what are you talking about?"

"Take a look at this first." Wu Chongyao handed a golden map to Natalia.

"This is it." Natalia took the golden map and took a look at it in the dim light in the corridor.

"This is the golden map!" Wu Chongyao leaned close to Natalia's ear, "Don't you and Brannan both want it? I got it for you, why don't you invite me in for a drink?"

"Golden map?" Natalia always felt something was wrong, but she still opened the door and let Wu Chongyao in. As soon as Wu Chongyao entered the door, Natalia pointed a revolver at his back.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wu Chongyao shouted quickly, "Don't you want to know who will destroy the Romanov dynasty?"

"You know?" Natalia's tone was cold.

"No," Wu Chongyao shook his head, "He knows!"

"Him?" Natalia asked. "Are you talking about the King Wu of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"

"Who else could it be but him?" Wu Chongyao said with a smile, "Grand Duchess, come back to China with me. His Royal Highness the King of Wu will definitely like you!"

"Do you like me to go against him?" Natalia asked calmly, but put away the pistol that was pointing at Wu Chongyao's back.

Wu Chongyao laughed: "Oppose? No, no, he doesn't think so. He thinks you did a great job!"

"boom!"

There was a deafening roar of artillery fire outside the window. Major Chernetsov's field artillery shattered the church's stained glass windows, revealing the layers of sandbags piled up inside.

Wu Chongyao walked to the window sill, looking at the flashing muzzle flames, but he was not panicked at all: "Oh, you actually used cannons, how interesting. But it didn't work!"

"Useless?" Natalia laughed, "You are prepared? But so what? Governor Bigler and Senator Brannan are both anti-Chinese. Even if tonight's operation fails, the next ones to take action will be the California state soldiers!"

"The state militia can't come!" Wu Chongyao said, "Natalia, take a closer look at the golden map in your hand!"

"Hurrah! Hurrah!"

When the shout of "Ura" rang out in the night of Chinatown, the gray robes of the Cossack cavalry were blown up by the night wind, revealing the scarlet trim of the Tsarist Russian military trousers. Major Chernetsov took the lead, brandishing his saber and rushing towards the True Joseph Chinese Cathedral that had just been bombarded.

Although the public security in California is worrying now, gunfights happen every day, and killing people is as easy as mowing the grass. However, gold diggers and cowboys would draw their guns if they disagreed with each other. Who has ever seen a cowboy who travels the world with a cannon? So Major Chernetsov did something unconventional! He directly used cannons to attack sectarian conflicts, and the conflict reached the level of religious war. It also opened the eyes of Americans and let them know what the old European charlatans were like when they fought.
However, were the Chinese too calm after being bombarded? Why were the streets still empty? Why were there no frightened Chinese running around in the streets? Were they too tired from making money during the day and fell asleep?
While he was wondering, the warhorse under his crotch had already galloped all the way into the courtyard of the True Covenant Cathedral. Suddenly, his warhorse stood up and made a "hissing" sound. He didn't pay attention and fell off the saddle.

"Crackling."

A burst of gunfire like frying beans rang out.

In the darkness of night, countless gun flashes flashed on the low houses on both sides of South Chinatown Street outside the True Church!
Ambush!

Major Chernetsov struggled to get up from the ground and looked behind him, only to see chaos on the long street. The Cossack cavalry were shot down one by one by bullets fired from the roofs on both sides, and the Mormons following behind were even more confused, shouting and firing randomly in the dark!
"Tianchu!"

Shouts in Japanese came from the darkness, and Shinjo warriors holding katana rushed out from their ambush. One of them happened to run into Chernetsov. He was about to raise his sword to block the chopped-down katana when he felt a sharp pain in his back. The bloody sword had already pierced out of his chest.

When Lincoln broke open the door of Brannan's suite, the senator was already covered in bruises. It was too late to save him! Outside the window, the streets of San Francisco were in chaos, with gunshots, killings, and explosions mixed together, sounding like a war!
Lincoln's face turned pale, his lips trembled constantly, and he just murmured: "War! This is a war. This is the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's war against the United States!"

He suddenly thought of something, rushed out of Brannan's room, ran downstairs with his long legs, rushed to the street, and ran into a carriage with the words "O'Connor Hitch" printed on it.

"Sir, do you need a carriage?" the driver, a white man, asked Lincoln loudly.

"Yes, yes, I want to go to Sacramento! Quickly!" Lincoln said as he opened the car door and got in. After he got in, he found that there was already someone sitting in the car.

A white phosphorus match was lit, and in the flickering light, Lincoln saw a Chinese man in a yellow crown and yellow robe. It was Hong Renzheng, the Archbishop of the True Covenant North American Diocese. Hong Renzheng looked at the thin man in front of him, smiled slightly, and spoke in fluent English: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Lincoln?"

(End of this chapter)