The Mississippi sounded the whistle, which was the crew and passengers expressing their gratitude to the Chinese army that was taking the rescue. This was the busy Tower Bridge Pier, and they could not have been congested for a long time. When the police characterized this as an accident, the captain was ordered to leave and leave the ship to give way out.

Passengers on the deck thanked the towering Zhiyuan, and the Chinese soldiers on the side of the railing were also waving, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely harmonious.

Even the passengers were very sorry that they had no good luck to be rescued on the Zhiyuan. What a lucky thing it was to take this opportunity to visit this legendary warship.

But in all the grateful eyes, something strange happened, and there were hatred eyes staring at these Chinese people in the corner of the crowd. The worn cowboy hats pressed over their upper half of their faces, and no one noticed their resentful eyes.

"Dirty and stupid Asian yellow-skinned monkeys, do you deserve such a warship? And those damn Northern Prussians, they are the shame of Europe, and they actually chose to form an alliance with these monkeys. They are simply betrayers of European civilization..."

While cursing in a low voice, the loudspeaker on the boat began to ring, "Everyone has packed up their salutes, the cruise ship will be docked in ten minutes. Prepare your tickets. This trip has reached the end... queuing up, hurry up!"

"Why are you? Get out of the back. How did the third-class boat tickets squeeze into the first-class passenger passage? Get out there..."

"Sir, ma'am, please go here. VIP seats can be passed first, and the customs will also give priority to checking visas..."

The crew members are all snobbish, and the third-class boat tickets are all obtained by the poor people in the bottom cabin. You don’t have to be polite to these people. The nobles and merchants in the first-class cabin are the nobles who deserve respect.

First-class scholars, professors, and middle-class families cannot offend them. As for the untouchables in second- and third-class cabins, you should line up in the back.

The three cowboy hats were bombarded back, so they naturally did not dare to make trouble in public, so they could only curse in their stomachs and then retreat obediently.

The first-class VIPs got off the boat first, and the British Customs at the dock also had a special passage to receive these VIPs. The butlers and relatives of these people had long been greeted by them. The brand new carriage stopped in the distance.

The well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, who dared to check them, the boat ticket and identity certificate were handed over and smiled and immediately let them go.

In this era, Europe did not have a unified passport. What travel across countries requires is some identity certificates issued by governments of various countries, which belong to the original prototype of the passport.

These nobles and merchants had already completed all the procedures for customs, and the housekeepers and servants rushed over to take the ceremony and left the customs.

First-class guests don’t need to check them. Those names can make countless low-level officials shut up, and first-class guests can’t afford to offend them.

Many of them are professors, scholars, and famous socialites. They just go through the customs by passing the customs.

However, the tickets under second and third grades are much more stringent. After the VIPs completely disembarked, these poor passengers were led to another pass through passage. What awaited them was extremely strict inquiry and difficult.

All the luggage on the wooden table was opened, and the messy clothes were turned on to see if there were any weapons and contraband inside. The identification documents were tossed and turned several times, staring at these cautious faces with contempt.

If the passenger holds an identity visa from the UK, this is better. All the people in the country have preferential treatment. They can be released after a simple check. If you hold an identity visa from other countries, it will be difficult.

"Country of Citizenship……"

"France..."

"age……"

"41 years old!"

"gender……"

"I..." The cowboy hat stood up with anger. "Do you still have to ask this question?"

"Answer honestly! What do you care about me? If you don't want to pass the test, just go back to the boat!" The customs staff with huge beer belly ate just like eating three pounds*, and the spitting stars flew to the face of the cowboy hat.

"Gender...male!" The man had to bow his head under the short eaves, and the Frenchman still chose to surrender.

Beer belly looked at him contemptuously, and sneered in his heart that he still dared to talk back to me, see how I dealt with you today.

"name?"

"Dio..."

"Profession?"

“The ranger of the Newfoundland Forestry Company in Canada…”

"Forest Ranger? What kind of shit is this? Do you still need someone to watch the broken woods? It's fake!"

"Dear sir, the forest ranger is actually a hunter. Our job is to hunt local wolves and brown bears and protect the safety of the logging team..."

"Hmph...I'm a stinky hunter! What's wrong with coming to the UK?"

"Visit friends, and then return home and transfer the ship..."

"Who are friends in London? Where are they living and what jobs? Can you guarantee them?"

At this moment, the cowboy hat had completely collapsed. He knew that the other party was making things difficult for him. He could no longer contain his anger, but this was the territory of the British, and his abilities could not be used at all.

"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 the emperor's summer palace... Not only friends, but also our comrades-in-arms!"

When he heard that this was still a veteran, the arrogance of the beer belly became a little restrained. At this time, the two companions behind Dior went to the front and handed over their identity certificates.

"Dear sir, we are together, we can guarantee each other that this is our proof of identity. Please... take a look!"

After a glance at the corner of Beer's belly, he saw that the thickness of the two folded ID certificates was a little strange. They were all old people, and you could understand what the situation was.

After taking the ID certificate, I opened it and saw that there were three banknotes on the list. Beer belly smiled in my heart, "I was so sensible, why bother to spit..."

"Well, it turns out that it's a veteran who visits his friends. That's worthy of respect. Okay, you three can pass, go!"

Dior and the other two quickly packed their luggage that was being chaotic, quickly left the customs and walked onto the streets of London.

The group walked to the corner, Dior lit a cigarette and spit out in the direction of the customs, "Damn it! If it weren't for my important task, I'd kill this dead fat pig tonight!"

"O God, this is not a place to say these words. Come and find the place to join!"

Following the route I remembered, the three of them carefully avoided the attention of the military and police on the street. They walked around three blocks for five or six kilometers before they found a dirty alley in the west.

At the entrance of a broken hotel called Big White Goose deep in the alley, two pheasants in their forties were attracting guests. When they saw three French veterans coming, they rushed up and threw their eyes.

"We are here to meet the big white goose and lead us in!"
Chapter completed!