Song Tao listened to Qian Bing's words, and laughed: "Dude, that is, you, if I were replaced, I might be sold by this guy." Who asked us to make the military committee have a sharp eye on you. ”

Qian Bing pursed his lips and said angrily: "Fart's sharp eyes, it's true that I have been a criminal policeman, but you also have to see who I have arrested, if the criminals are like Zhou Billy, then don't think about solving the case." It turns out that I trust my eyes the most, but after observing this guy for so long, I can't see through him. ”

Song Tao couldn't help but laugh when they heard it, and it was really reluctant for Qian Bing to stare at Zhou Billy, but fortunately, there was Ding Xinghao, otherwise he really couldn't control him.

"Okay, don't complain, old money, your responsibility is heavy, no matter what, you have to complete this task well. The next thing is to work, and everyone still thinks about how to mess up Macau and make the chickens and dogs here restless. ”

Qian Bing thought for a while and said: "I have observed in Macao in the past few days, and the most important place in Macao is the storage area, which is near the wharf, where the Portuguese goods are placed, and we can make some articles from it." There is also a sailboat at the pier, which can also be used to move a little. If there is no cargo and ship in Macao, it will have to be chaotic. ”

Song Tao thought for a while and said: "Then let's go around to prevent fire first, it's best to burn them one by one, so that it will be a little more terrifying, and the warehouse is also there, so that the whole Macao is in a good mood, once Macau is in chaos, the Portuguese will definitely panic." At that time, those foreign "sailboats" will definitely leave the port one after another. ”

Svera was the third governor of Macau. He had just arrived in June this year, and in the early days the governor of Macao was mainly military power, so he was called the "head of the army". The administrative body of Macao is mainly responsible for the Council established in 1584, and the members of the Council are all Portuguese who have lived in Macao for many years.

At that time, Macao was almost on the edge of Portugal's maritime territory, and the mountains were high and the emperor was far away. As a result, the council has a fairly high level of autonomy. For the Portuguese governor, the Senate would certainly not be willing.

In 1615, Portugal sent Carlo from Goa to Macao as governor, but before he could take office, he was forced to leave by the Macau Council and the Macau Jesuits.

So the Governor of Macau in this era really doesn't have much power. Because the first Governor of Macau, Ma Shijialu, who took office in 1626, had a very tense relationship with the Macau Council. Therefore, from the second governor onwards, they have tried to ease relations with the Macau Council.

Schwila knows that the water here in Macau is deep, and it involves a huge chain of interests, and it is a mortal enemy to block people's money. Therefore, after he took office, he concentrated on managing the garrison and defense affairs of Macao, and the relationship with the Macao Council was quite harmonious, and the Macao Council would also give him some profits.

So Schvera is living a very prosperous life now, he just wants to stay in Macau comfortably for a few years, and return to Europe with a small fortune to be satisfied. After the establishment of the Dutch East India Company in 1602, it attempted to wrest trade rights with China from the Portuguese. There were several attacks on Macao, especially in 1622, when the battle was the most fierce, but in the end they were all defeated.

Under the threat of the Dutch, the Portuguese began to build walls and forts, as well as build cannon foundries. Although this series of actions made the local officials in Guangdong quite uneasy, they not only made some concessions, but also demanded that they defend themselves against the Dutch, knowing the threat posed by the Dutch. Protecting Chinese and business travellers in Australia.

Tonight Svera had a great time and drank some wine. As soon as I wanted to sleep beautifully, I heard a report from my soldiers that the dock warehouse was on fire. Shvera's drunken strength was immediately awakened, and he got dressed haphazardly and rushed to the docks.

By the time he got there, several warehouses along the docks were already in flames. He hurriedly organized the Portuguese soldiers and the Portuguese in Australia to put out the fire, but once the fire became the climate, even a modern fire engine would be a troublesome matter, let alone their current conditions.

Schvera had to dismantle the warehouses around the fire area, and worked for most of the night to bring the fire under control. A dozen huge warehouses were affected by the fire. The silk fabrics, porcelain and other materials stored in the warehouse were burned to ashes.

These warehouses were used by the Macau Council and the Society of Jesus to store their supplies. The losses were extremely heavy. But the warehouse fire is a natural disaster, and they can only be blamed for their bad luck, and Schvila and a group of Macau councils did not suspect anything, but only urged all merchants to pay attention to fire prevention.

The next day, this time in the wee hours of the morning, a Portuguese galleon full of cargo suddenly burst into flames at the docks. By the time Schvera arrived at the accident site, the ship had burned to the ground.

Two fires in quick succession alerted Schvera. Born in the military, he still has a minimum sense of unknown dangers. But he did not make a statement, but arranged enough manpower to guard various positions in Macau at night.

Schwilla also went into battle in person and stayed up for two whole nights, but Macau was unusually quiet these two nights. Just when he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it might be really bad luck.

On the third night of his personal vigil, something strange happened.

At three o'clock in the morning, Schvera's eyes were too sleepy to open, and he estimated that there should be nothing to do, and he was about to go back to sleep. Suddenly, near the warehouse where he was, there was a faint light of fire.

Schvera was immediately stupid, he had at least dozens of soldiers around the warehouse, and he didn't find anything unusual all night, but how did the fire start.

A soldier rushed over and shouted, "Sir, there is a warehouse on fire, the fire is very big, we can't control it." ”

Schvila reacted at this time and hurriedly ran to the burning warehouse. In just a few moments, the fire in the warehouse where the fire broke out was already very fierce, and he organized people to hurry to put out the fire, but fortunately, they were relatively close and the fire did not spread to the surrounding areas.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but the fire that had started for no reason was burning right under his nose, and it was so terrifying.

Just when Svera was wondering, there was a sudden uproar at the Macau Terminal. He turned his head and saw that several fires had risen, and in the darkness of the night, they were extremely bright.

Schvera hurriedly rushed to the dock with his people, and found that several sailboats here had been ignited into flames. He dragged over one of the soldiers who was guarding the area and shouted, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The soldier was obviously frightened, his face turned white, and he stumbled and said, "We have been staying here, and a few of them are still guarding a burning ship, but ...... But I don't know why, but the fire suddenly came out of the ship, as did the other ships that were on fire. We've been staying at the dock and haven't seen anyone setting fires. This...... This fire ...... And he got up on his own. ”

Schvera pushed the soldier away, staring blankly at several burning sailboats, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. God, are you punishing your people?

At this time, several people from the Macau Council ran over and asked Shi Vera in detail about the situation, but they were all dumbfounded. They looked at several sailboats that were about to burn to ashes, and their eyes showed horror.

"Mr. Governor, can you sue us, what the hell is going on?"

Schvera scolded in his heart, I still want to know what's going on. But in the face of inquiries from a group of members of the Macau Council, he could not ignore them. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Gentlemen, such a strange thing happened, maybe only God knows." ”

Several members of the Macau Council drew crosses on their chests and prayed in their hearts. They did not dare to seek the truth of what happened tonight, and only hoped that God would guide them.

In the following days, the sailboats were engulfed in flames, and the warehouse area was also set on fire several times, causing panic among the people of Macau. Every time the fire is ignited for no reason, and even some warehouses are carefully inspected by Schvera before dark, and nothing unusual is found, but how did the fire ignite.

The current situation in Macau has become more and more chaotic, but Song Tao and the others are hiding in the middle of the Chinese businessmen, watching this qiē with cold eyes. What seemed impossible to the Portuguese could be achieved by Song Tao with the help of some small devices designed by the company's military factory.

During the day, they took advantage of the chaotic environment in Macau to infiltrate the target lightly, and they could easily set up a fire source in a few seconds. In addition, this compact device can also set the start time.

It's not that the people of this era are not smart, but with their current vision and thinking, you just explain to them bitterly, and they can't understand the principle, and even think that you are talking nonsense.

Inexplicable fires continue to break out in Macao at night, and businessmen from all over the world in Macao are panicking. When they got together, they were talking about it. Albert was of course involved.

"Gentlemen, it is said that there have been more than two dozen fires in Macau during this time, and one of my friend's boats was also burned down last night. A whole shipload of cargo was reduced to ashes, and a dozen sailors did not escape. Most of his cargo was purchased on loans, and now he is a poor man. ”

When the surrounding merchants heard this, their faces turned pale. Their net worth is on the ship, and once there is a storm, the ending is no different from that of the merchant.

A chubby British businessman looked around cautiously, and then whispered, "I have a friend who knows someone from the Macau Council. I inquired with him, and there were inexplicable fires almost every night these days, and they sent many people to keep vigil at night, but they still caught fire frequently. Sometimes even the boat where they were hiding would burst into flames from its cabin. (To be continued......)

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