The Creators: From Night City

This tower was originally a building used for observation and surveillance in the fortress. Its typical round arch and open square windows can provide not only good defense but also a wide view to the greatest extent.

At the beginning of its construction, the designers carefully selected a location that would allow the lookout to sit inside the tower and easily take in the vast coastline and sea.

However, this also brings a disadvantage, which is that the defense of this lookout post to the rear interior is basically zero.

The original matching wooden door had long since rotted into rotten wood over a long period of time. Zhu Changbian had no trouble reaching the bottom of the watchtower that looked like a tall tower.

His heart was beating like a drum. No matter how many times he did this life-threatening task, he could never remain completely calm and composed.

Fortunately, the continuous release of adrenaline kept his body excited.

He held the knife in his mouth and used his hands and feet to crawl into the center of the tower from the bottom.

The tower's original wooden ladder had long since decayed; the current one, constructed later by the Brazilians, was made of bamboo and was quite sturdy. Zhu Changbian removed the simple straw sandals Zhu Sanxi had woven for him from palm leaves and walked barefoot to minimize sound. Fortunately, his calloused soles provided ample protection, allowing him to walk painlessly on the uneven stone surface.

He held his breath and climbed up the ladder gently.

He knew that there was an enemy with a gun right above his head.

The ladder made of ropes and bamboo made a slight creaking sound after bearing Zhu Changbian's weight. Fortunately, the sound of waves that filled the beach all the time covered up the discordant tone.

There were more than a dozen bamboo steps, and Zhu Changbian felt like he had been climbing for a whole year. Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened until he sneaked his head out to take a look.

The interior of the sentry tower is very simple. There is a large stove on the stone floor to provide heat for the guards at night. Of course, its most important function is to serve as a simple lighthouse to guide the ships landing on the island at night.

After all, the periphery of Guarma Island is full of reefs. It is okay during the day, but at night, if there are no familiar calibration objects, even an old sailor who is familiar with the terrain cannot guarantee that he will not run aground.

Of course, it was daytime and there was no flame in the brazier.

A soldier acting as a lookout was holding a gun with his back to Zhu Changbian. He sat in front of the wide square lookout, staring at the sea bored.

"God helps me," Zhu Changbian was overjoyed.

But just as he was about to climb up and launch an attack, he turned around and found another enemy soldier in the corner to his right. The enemy was lying on a straw mat taking a nap with his face covered with a straw hat.

This discovery almost made Zhu Changbian break out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he was lucky, otherwise he would have been caught by the other party as soon as he showed up.

Now that things have come to this, he has no way out.

The adrenaline pump started pumping violently, adding a small amount to the adrenaline he produced himself, allowing his body to burst out with maximum strength.

Stimulated by a large amount of adrenaline, Zhu Changbian felt as if there was a fire burning in his heart. He climbed to the top of the tower nimbly, tiptoed behind the soldier holding a gun, and did not choose to cut the other's neck with the sharp alloy dagger in his hand, but stabbed the other's back instead.

The throat-blocking action is too dangerous. If the opponent reacts and blocks it slightly, the attack may not be immediately fatal.

When the other party heard the sound and turned around subconsciously, the sharp alloy dagger had already stabbed into his lungs.

The coarse cloth military uniform did not provide any protection at all. The opponent's lung was punctured, and he only let out a short and weak wail, and then fell silent under the continuous stabbings from Zhu Changbian.

As Zhu Changbian stabbed, the air accumulated in the opponent's chest cavity pressed on the lungs, making it impossible for the respiratory muscles to expand effectively. Even if the opponent tried hard to scream for help, he could only cough up blood and make a slight "gurgling" sound as the blood blocked the airway.

Zhu Changbian pushed away the enemy who was basically declared dead, turned around and ran towards the unlucky guy who was sleeping.

The other party had just taken off his straw hat and sat up in a daze. Before his sleepy eyes could clear up, Zhu Changbian stabbed him in the throat with a knife, and then stabbed him in the heart with another knife.

This was followed by a series of stabbings like a storm.

He didn't stop until the other person's chest was stabbed into pieces.

All this was completed in just over ten seconds, and Zhu Changbian almost fainted.

He gasped for breath, straightened the gun-holding soldier who was in shock on the chair, and then used his gun to support his body, so that people from below would think that he was still holding his post.

Then he stripped a leather belt from the unfortunate man who had fallen asleep again, tied the belt with the revolver on it to his clothes that had been torn into a battle skirt, and turned around and left.

Next, he needed to swim to the steamship before the enemy discovered anything unusual here. No one knew what might happen in the meantime, so every second counted.

Without the threat of the high-altitude lookout post, Zhu Changbian's operation to sneak back to the steam ferry went smoothly.

He first dived into the sea from the side of the pier, and with the cover of the waves, waded to the large coral reefs. Then, with a grin on his face, he walked barefoot across the coral reefs and dived into the sea.

Early ocean-going cruise ships were built with wooden hulls reinforced with iron frames. Later, with the advancement of technology and shipbuilding techniques, they were replaced with all-steel keels and steel-clad hulls.

But this level of ship toughness still cannot withstand the ravages of the storm.

The entire ship ran aground on the shallows, with severe damage to the hull, large cracks all over the side, and several large holes that had almost torn the entire ship apart.

Most of the silk, tea and other goods used as ballast at the bottom of the cabin were thrown out as the hull was damaged during the turbulence, and the remaining parts had been taken away by the army on the island.

Only this empty wreckage was left, waiting for Zhu Changbian's arrival.

Chapter 490 Cyber ​​Cloud Piercing Arrow

Zhu Changbian boarded the ship and moved towards the third-class cabin with difficulty along the cracks in the wreckage.

Along the way, the luxurious cabins where the upper class lived had long been looted by the soldiers, and the luggage without their owners was thrown on the ground at random, colorful and looking like mold spots.

Fortunately, the third-class cabin where Zhu Changbian lived did not look like a place where rich people would stay. The filth in the urine bucket in the corner was spilled all over the cabin during the turbulence, which successfully dispelled the desire of the island army to plunder.

In fact, they themselves had no intention of plundering this place. After all, just looking at the pigeon cage-like layout, one could tell that all the passengers here were a bunch of paupers.

Zhu Changbian endured the residual smell of feces and searched the room for a long time. Finally, he found his coarse cloth bag under a tilted bunk bed.

The bundle was soaked with sweat, mud and feces, and looked extremely dirty.

Zhu Changbian treated it as a treasure and opened it carefully.

The first thing that caught my eye was a large stack of US dollars, but they had been wetted by the sea water and had become hardened together after drying, but it did not affect their use.

This money constitutes most of his wealth, and more than half of it is operational funds given by the organization.

Zhu Changbian carefully put it aside and took out a semi-automatic pistol with a simple shape, compact structure, and an overall design that far surpassed the current era.

This is a 'unified' gun, and the Constitution Military Industry logo is still printed on the side of the gun.

This gun is much more powerful than the Smith & Wesson No. 3 revolver on his waist. In this era when the most common semi-automatic pistols (such as Mauser C96) have not yet become popular and are only circulated among a few senior military officers, the help brought by a modern pistol that has been tested by war is naturally unquestionable.

Unfortunately, Zhu Changbian couldn't carry too many original bullets with him. Of the one hundred bullets he originally had, only thirty or forty were left. Although the caliber of this gun was specially modified to the caliber of .45 pistol bullets to take supply issues into consideration, due to the difference in bullet primer and manufacturing technology, the power of the bullets of this era was greatly reduced.

The Qing Dynasty was not a peaceful place, and Zhu Changbian was a glorious returnee. He was very generous and used it many times to send warmth to his friends along the way.

He picked up the pistol, skillfully pulled the bolt and checked the internal structure of the gun. This level of seawater immersion would not damage this "high-tech" weapon, but the salty seawater invading the gun body would inevitably cause slight corrosion, requiring Zhu Changbian to clean and maintain it later.

Zhu Changbian had already memorized the weapon maintenance rules and methods thoroughly after learning about them through "electronic shadow puppetry", but he didn't have the conditions to do so at the moment, so he could only use them for now.

Because of limited bullets, he did not give up the captured revolver and continued to carry it on his body as a spare firearm.

Inside the bundle was a small metal box, and the contents were Zhu Changbian's ultimate goal and his life-saving straw.

A communication device, a high-tech miniature radio station that can shake people.

In 1900, radio technology was still in its infancy. Marconi had just begun experimenting with transatlantic communication technology. The earth was not yet filled with various long and short electromagnetic waves, and the sky was still empty and silent.

In this case, without interference from other electromagnetic bands, the communicator in Zhu Changbian's hand, which can transmit low-frequency electromagnetic waves with a frequency of 3-30kHz, can truly achieve global information transmission.

Zhu Changbian swallowed excitedly and, following the instructions in training, first pulled out a delicate, slender, flexible folding antenna from the communicator. Then he walked out of the cabin, found an open area on the ship, and pressed the power button.

Taking into account the educational level of the user, the steps for using this "mini" transmitter have been greatly simplified, and the overall difficulty level can be described as fool-proof.

Just press a button and the device will automatically send out a distress signal. The built-in high-energy battery is sufficient to support this level of signal output for hundreds of days.

And with the strength of [Anti-Entropy] and the clean airspace environment in 1900, we can deliver goods around the world in 2 days, which is not an exaggeration.

After Zhu Changbian repeatedly confirmed that the indicator light was flashing green and working normally, he carefully held the distress device in his arms, found a corner on the wreckage of the ship, and sat down to rest.

Friends who often kill people know that for ordinary people, killing people with cold weapons is an extremely physically demanding task.

Close-range combat is not like using a gun where you just pull the trigger. Behind the fierce conflict and bloody sword strikes is the surging adrenaline, the coordinated mobilization of muscles throughout the body, and the intense physical exertion.

Zhu Changbian huddled in a corner. The physical exhaustion from the fight, the fatigue after the adrenaline wore off, and the two days of fearful escape in which he had barely slept made him unable to help but fall into a deep sleep.

As soon as he fell asleep, the night fell and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

Compared to the daytime, the sea breeze at night is much cooler. Zhu Changbian, who was not wearing any clothes, woke up from her deep sleep due to the change in temperature.

He looked around vigilantly, and after seeing that there were no ruthless soldiers near the shipwreck, he looked at the communicator he had been holding in his arms with anticipation.

When he saw the second flashing green light on the communicator, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that [Anti-Entropy] has received his call for help.

Zhu Changbian retracted the antenna, but did not turn off the communication device. He simply wrapped it up carefully and put it in his arms. Under the cover of night, he jumped into the sea and returned to the shore.

This island is very unstable. There are constant gunshots every day and cannon fire from time to time, as if there is a war going on.

Zhu Changbian and his cousin didn't dare to go into the island at all. Two and a half days passed and they were still wandering around the edge of the island.

Fortunately, the area of ​​the entire island is sparsely populated compared to its population. The terrain of the volcanic rainforest area in the northwest is very complex, so it is easy to hide some people.

Unfortunately, the rebels thought so too.

When Zhu Changbian returned to his and Zhu Sanxi's hiding place with a grouper he found in the coral reef in an excited mood, he keenly discovered something was wrong.

The surrounding forest was too quiet.

Zhu Changbian carefully threw the fish aside, and his hand had already picked up "unification".

The two men's hiding place was a crack in the mountain. The twisted and curved crack was dug by someone unknown, and the space inside could easily accommodate two people.

The simple air duct inside ensures that even if the two people light a stove inside, people outside will not see the smoke rising.

He carefully groped his way to his hiding place, but before he could move the vine curtain that concealed him, two people suddenly jumped out of the jungle beside him, pointing guns at him.

"Oh no!" Zhu Changbian's heart skipped a beat.

Chapter 491 Return Transaction

He was not worried about himself. Zhu Changbian, who had personally tested the defensive capabilities of his "subcutaneous armor" many times, knew very well that the two people and two guns in front of him could not stop him at all. What he was worried about was whether his cousin had met with an accident.

Fortunately, the next moment, a black man lifted the vines and walked out of the cave, with Zhu Sanxi behind him safe and sound.

"Are you the shipwrecked sailors from a few days ago (Spanish)?" asked the shirtless black man with an agate necklace around his neck.

Seeing Zhu Changbian's confused face, the other party asked again in English in distress. Unexpectedly, Zhu Changbian finally understood this time.

He has lived in the United States for so many years, so he has no problem with simple oral communication.

"who are you?"

The other party looked at the gun in his hand, and was obviously curious about the futuristic-style "Uniform", but he had no ill intentions. After carefully examining the face of the man with the long braids, which was obviously of Chinese descent, he signaled the two men beside him to put down their weapons as a gesture of friendship.

"Come in and tell me, the soldiers of Fusal have very sensitive noses."

For the safety of his cousin, Zhu Changbian had no choice but to do as he was told.

What's more, if a conflict really broke out in the narrow cave, it would be at his advantage. He didn't even need a gun. With his subcutaneous armor, he could stab all three of them to death with just a knife.

There was already a fire in the cave. When Zhu Changbian entered the cave, he found that there were not only these three people, but also several white people and Mexicans.

The two black men did not follow in, but just nodded again and went back into the forest, hiding in the darkness and continuing to stand guard.

Zhu Changbian understood clearly that these two black men were relying on their "racial talents" to act as sentinels in the dark. No wonder he didn't notice them when he reached the cave entrance. As long as they didn't show their teeth, their dark skin would be the best protective color in the night.

"They didn't do anything to you, did they?" Zhu Changbian asked his cousin in a low voice.

"No, no, they didn't do anything to me. They were just babble-babble and I couldn't understand a word of it."

Zhu Sanxi watched as the other man skillfully took out a coconut shell from a hidden recess and sprinkled the sea salt inside on the roasted lizard beside the fire. He couldn't help but say, "Brother, are we occupying someone else's lair?"

"Have something to eat." The black leader handed two skewers of salt-grilled lizards to the two men. "I'm Heklier, the leader of the Guarma Island rebels. What are your names?"

"Zhu Changgui" Zhu Changbian was also really hungry, and he showed it without any pretense. However, he was still cautious and took a small bite himself first to make sure that there was no alarm in the "hyena poison" circulatory system components in his body before handing the food to his cousin.

"Are you the survivors of the disaster a few days ago?" Hekelil continued to ask.

"That's right, but you said you were a rebel. Are you the ones fighting with the group wearing light blue uniforms these days?" Zhu Changbian tried to get information.

"That's right. They are the local tyrants of this island, the dogs raised by Colonel Fossal of the Brazilian military, vicious dogs who eat people without leaving any bones." Hecollier emphasized.

Zhu Changbian, who had the good fortune to witness the other side casually shooting the chief engineer on their first meeting, naturally didn't need him to emphasize it, as he knew that group of 'regular troops' were not as regular as they seemed.

"Then do you know where the other survivors on the ship will be taken?"

"A sugarcane plantation, or a sugar refinery." Hekkeler sat back down by the fire, tearing into a roasted lizard.

"After all, this is the third largest sugarcane plantation in Brazil, and it always needs a large number of slaves to do the heavy work."

"Slave?" Zhu Changbian was not unfamiliar with this word, but the word he heard more often was "slave".

"You can speak English, so you must be a Chinese worker in the United States. Although the United States has abolished slavery, Brazil has not, especially in Guarma Island, the 'armpit of civilization', hahahaha." Hecollier told a cold joke and laughed sarcastically with the others around the fire.

Zhu Changbian couldn't smile at all.