Chapter: 3103
"At the same time, the local official Extraordinary should act immediately, contact the captain, ask for the list of people entering Utopia Port, and visit them one by one if necessary, to confirm whether there is any problem."
"Yes." His adjutant immediately put his feet together and saluted in response.
When the adjutant walked out of the study, Alfred said to another subordinate: "Bring up the typewriter downstairs, I want to make a detailed report."
His plan is to report the key information by telegram first, without delaying the initial action, and then present more details in the form of confidential documents to provide a basis for the military's senior officials to make judgments.
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On the platform of the steam train, Wendell stepped into the second-class compartment with his top hat in one hand and a suitcase in the other.
He was less than thirty years old, with deep black sideburns and quiet brown eyes. There were no memorable features in his appearance, but he had a comfortable temperament.
A few months ago, he was active as an intelligence officer in the Feyneport section of Disey Bay, and made a lot of contributions. Now he has become a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, belonging to MI9's Internal Operations Department.
Today, his purpose is to send a confidential document to Backlund and hand it over to Mr. Director of MI9.
After sitting down, Wendell bought a newspaper from the newsboy outside the window as usual, and read it leisurely.
This is a superficial phenomenon, but the real situation is that he began to use his extraordinary ability to draw portraits of the passengers around him, remember their characteristics in all aspects, and make detailed and perfect preparations for possible accidents in the future.
Woo!
With the sound of the whistle, the steam train bangs and runs, and the scenery outside the window speeds up one scene after another.
A few hours later, Wendell looked out the window with some anxiety, because the sky had piled up with clouds and a storm was about to fall.
This means that the steam train will stop at a certain station in advance, wait until the storm is over, or even continue the journey the next morning, instead of arriving at the scheduled place.
For Wendell, this will cause things to go a little bit off his expected plan, which will undoubtedly bring more risks.
However, he has no way to stop it. It is impossible for him to change the weather like the "God of the Sea" promoted by the new Rorsted Islands government.
The only thing he can do is pray, to the Lord of Storms.
Facts have proved that praying is useless most of the time. When the sky is getting darker and darker, the platform ahead has signaled with lights to let the train slow down and stop on the spot.
Woo!
The whistle sounded again, the train became slower and slower, and finally stopped at a platform that everyone felt a little strange.
In the next second, near the front of the steam-gusting train, the mechanical door opened, and the conductor stood at the entrance, shouting to the staff on the platform: "What's going on in front?"
"It's raining heavily, I can't see anything!" The site staff member whose temples were already turning white replied loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, which made everyone tremble, anticipating the coming of a heavy rain.
"Damn it!" cursed the conductor. "Which station is this?"
Because it was an abnormal stop, he didn't know which station it was at the moment. After all, the trains he was in charge of didn't stop at every stop along the way in the past.
"Utopia! A small station! Then you arrange it yourself!" The staff shouted a few times and ran to the other end of the platform with a glass lantern, "I have to signal the train behind!"
The train conductor had no doubts about the attitude of the staff, because this was a normal scheduling process, otherwise there would be a rear-end collision between two steam trains.
He can even conclude that other staff members of this Utopia station are already sending telegrams to other stations to remind them.
Of course, they must have received the telegram before they knew that the area ahead had been covered by heavy rain. JrNovels.com
"Yes." His adjutant immediately put his feet together and saluted in response.
When the adjutant walked out of the study, Alfred said to another subordinate: "Bring up the typewriter downstairs, I want to make a detailed report."
His plan is to report the key information by telegram first, without delaying the initial action, and then present more details in the form of confidential documents to provide a basis for the military's senior officials to make judgments.
����
On the platform of the steam train, Wendell stepped into the second-class compartment with his top hat in one hand and a suitcase in the other.
He was less than thirty years old, with deep black sideburns and quiet brown eyes. There were no memorable features in his appearance, but he had a comfortable temperament.
A few months ago, he was active as an intelligence officer in the Feyneport section of Disey Bay, and made a lot of contributions. Now he has become a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, belonging to MI9's Internal Operations Department.
Today, his purpose is to send a confidential document to Backlund and hand it over to Mr. Director of MI9.
After sitting down, Wendell bought a newspaper from the newsboy outside the window as usual, and read it leisurely.
This is a superficial phenomenon, but the real situation is that he began to use his extraordinary ability to draw portraits of the passengers around him, remember their characteristics in all aspects, and make detailed and perfect preparations for possible accidents in the future.
Woo!
With the sound of the whistle, the steam train bangs and runs, and the scenery outside the window speeds up one scene after another.
A few hours later, Wendell looked out the window with some anxiety, because the sky had piled up with clouds and a storm was about to fall.
This means that the steam train will stop at a certain station in advance, wait until the storm is over, or even continue the journey the next morning, instead of arriving at the scheduled place.
For Wendell, this will cause things to go a little bit off his expected plan, which will undoubtedly bring more risks.
However, he has no way to stop it. It is impossible for him to change the weather like the "God of the Sea" promoted by the new Rorsted Islands government.
The only thing he can do is pray, to the Lord of Storms.
Facts have proved that praying is useless most of the time. When the sky is getting darker and darker, the platform ahead has signaled with lights to let the train slow down and stop on the spot.
Woo!
The whistle sounded again, the train became slower and slower, and finally stopped at a platform that everyone felt a little strange.
In the next second, near the front of the steam-gusting train, the mechanical door opened, and the conductor stood at the entrance, shouting to the staff on the platform: "What's going on in front?"
"It's raining heavily, I can't see anything!" The site staff member whose temples were already turning white replied loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, which made everyone tremble, anticipating the coming of a heavy rain.
"Damn it!" cursed the conductor. "Which station is this?"
Because it was an abnormal stop, he didn't know which station it was at the moment. After all, the trains he was in charge of didn't stop at every stop along the way in the past.
"Utopia! A small station! Then you arrange it yourself!" The staff shouted a few times and ran to the other end of the platform with a glass lantern, "I have to signal the train behind!"
The train conductor had no doubts about the attitude of the staff, because this was a normal scheduling process, otherwise there would be a rear-end collision between two steam trains.
He can even conclude that other staff members of this Utopia station are already sending telegrams to other stations to remind them.
Of course, they must have received the telegram before they knew that the area ahead had been covered by heavy rain. JrNovels.com
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