"The Earl of North Sea is threatened by gunboats? OK, this Benson is really unrest... It seems that there will be a shocking change in the stock market today!" jd. Rockefeller smiled and his beard on his lips was slightly raised.

"Mr. Rockefeller, should we take the opportunity to short the Earl sector and take advantage of the opportunity to hunt down a futures?"

The ones in this VIP room are all top talents arranged by the Rockefeller family on Wall Street. Who said that oil developers will not get involved in the financial field? In fact, on some occasions, the Morgan family is the one who has the most affordable food, but Rockefeller is often the one who has the most affordable food.

"Chasing?"

jd. Rockefeller shook his head and threw out the huge temptation in his heart: "The shortest time limit for buying futures is ten days, ten days, just the price change of yesterday's day is enough to scare many veterans to death! Ten days, I think my heart is not that strong yet!"

"Boss, yesterday's market was fanning the media, which was not normal... Now it's the federal navy that wants to trouble the count. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you don't short, you're watching the US dollar flow away!"

What we continue to suggest is a veteran futures trader. In the past decade, oil futures have earned at least tens of millions of dollars for the Rockefeller family under his manipulation.

"Yes, yes, if you don't want the money you picked up for free, Jesus won't be able to see it!" A group of traders, jealous of wolves, made suggestions.

You know, Rockefeller’s cash flow is not bad. Although he is not as good as Morgan’s families who specialize in playing money, he can still get tens of millions of dollars. If he invests this, everyone will push it, and the Earl sector will definitely fall so much that even his mother can’t recognize it!

"Let me think twice..."

jd. Rockefeller's eyes flashed with a light called wisdom. After a while, he pulled out the cigar and shouted: "Okay, I've decided..."

The traders below were like hunting dogs staring at the flying saucer in their owner's hand, raising their heads and ready to go: Grandma, everyone is going to grab money today! Ao!

"...I decided. We Rockefeller will hold our troops today!"

OK, uh, what?

These elite traders almost fell down after understanding it. After recovering from it, they quickly shook their tails and barked: "Wool, why?"

"Because... John and I are good friends!"

jd. Rockefeller smiled mysteriously and said, "He holds a lot of stocks in the Earl sector. If I take advantage of the situation, it would be too unrighteous!"

"Wow... there is no father and son in the casino, and the stock market does not recognize relatives. Rockefeller**oss, you can't be too kind!" These elite traders almost knelt down and licked JD. Rockefeller's leather shoes: mb, if you don't seize the great opportunity, you will be struck by lightning!

However, no one can change the idea that JD Rockefeller made. He dusted the cigar and signaled the elite traders to go out. He ordered them to watch the stock market that was destined to be unusual today.

After the man left, JD. Rockefeller closed his eyes and thought to himself: It's really that simple? Get money? Don't forget that Jesus was also crucified... Six battleships, hehe, Benson can do it. These six armored battleships, tenth ** are the service battleships of the British Far East Fleet, and he really can get it... But it's a coincidence. This MR. Doragorn just demonstrated the submarine technology of salvaging the wreck. Benson's fleet emerged as if it had made an appointment. Then, this MR. Doragorn hid back to the harbor and held a press conference like a trial meeting overnight. Hehe, I heard that there were more than ten telephones there, which was too much like he deliberately wanted to pass on his unlucky news back!?

I received the news that before the closing yesterday, that little guy t.k Morgan was selling stocks in the Earl sector in a crazy way!

Did you say... mr.Doragon had long expected the result of being "contained"?

If this is the case, then the stock market changes in the past few days will be in his hands... Oh, he can still borrow Benson's fleet to build momentum for himself. This Oriental boy is so terrible. Haha, I am not jp. Morgan, I don't have stocks in the Earl sector. Since that's the case, the so-called short position is light and the situation is so turbulent, I'm still stupid and killing in. I'm scared, do you really think that Rockefeller's money is blowing from the strong wind?

jd. Rockefeller is worthy of being a business hero who created an oil empire with one hand. If Long Hao learned about his idea, he would probably be shocked to have a few white-haired sweat. His plan, which he thought was seamless, had so many loopholes in the eyes of these old monsters who had accumulated years of age. You can tell at a glance?!

In fact, it is not just Rockefeller, but even another John, if he was not in the situation, I believe that with his wisdom, he would be able to see through Long Hao's hands and feet in the stock market in less than a long time.

Of course, the two Johns were able to make such a judgment not only because of their decades of experience, but also because of the efforts of their respective intelligence departments. With enough intelligence to support them, Zhu Geliang can also become Kong Ming who is as predictable as a god! Therefore, Long Hao does not have to underestimate himself.

After explaining the reactions of the two Johns to the Benson fleet after blocking the San Francisco seaport, it is still some time before the opening of the market. Let us look back to the sea outside the San Francisco's commercial seaport - the sea surrounded by six battleships.

The sea at midnight is as dark as ink, like a squid vomit. It makes the scalp numb, the pores shrink, and the infiltration makes people feel nervous and short of popularity.

However, tonight's sea, a circle of 500 meters outside the San Francisco Harbour, the main reason for the awkwardness is not the sea, but the gloomy and thick huge ship shadow on the sea!

The shadows of ships that are rising and falling with the waves are as terrifying as ghost ships in the dark night and the vastness of the vast night. There is one such ship every distance, as if it is an uninvited guest from hell, with a total of six ships, which firmly blocks the entire sea area.

The six battleships with a drainage tonnage of more than 5,000 are huge, so they are each 4km apart. On the sea surface, because we have to consider the pupil diameter and the curvature of the earth's surface, the theoretical limit of human beings to observe ships during the day is 16~25km, but if it is a pitch-black night, the distance between 4km is relatively safe.

Because Benson is not an ignorant naval colonel. He can achieve this position at a young age, and he still has real talents.

The safe ship distance of 4km was to prevent the North Sea Earl from jumping over the wall and breaking through overnight, although...Benson and Ferrymant didn't think that such a possibility would be more than one thousandth.

The flagship Gogol, the flagship of the Revenge Fleet, is located in the middle of this arc-shaped encirclement. Benson is in charge of the upper hand. He is not sleeping until midnight, so as to ensure that his bold statement will be fulfilled: if you don’t hand over the Earl of North Sea, you won’t want to sail a ship if you don’t hand over the Earl of North Sea! Hey, even a small sampan will not do it!

To be honest, Ferrymant was a little impressed by Benson's determination.

The old-fashioned British people would not accept it, at least if they were Ferrymant himself. He thought that he was not as "incredible" as Benson, and dared to issue a "crazy order" to block his own international harbours!

Think about it, if any British fleet dares to block Portsmouth Port, then it will be greeted by Queen Victoria's thunder wrath or hundreds of battleship main guns...

Humph, this ridiculous thing can only happen in the wild land of America...Ferrymant bit a petal, his deep eyes full of disdain and contempt: Made. After drinking too much coffee tonight, he actually stayed with this little Benson through midnight!

"Little Benson, are you really going to bombard the harbor after dawn?"

Filimante was bored and frivolously joked: He was an Englishman, and the Americans were blowing their own harbor, and he would only be happy to watch the show.

"Bombardment? How is it possible..."

Benson put down his telescope and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "General Ferrymante, I am not crazy, how could I really bombard an international trade port?"

"Oh, I thought your courage was infinite... Don't you even dare to block the harbor? What's the point of bombing?" Feilimante said in surprise: "Are you worried about twice the price of shells? In order to save money, you gave up the original intention of bombing?"

"General Ferrymante, with your experience and wisdom, you should have known these things for a long time. Why bother to tease me?" Benson took out an old pocket watch from his navy's pocket and looked at the time: "You can refuse to admit it after blocking the harbor, but if you bombard the harbor, blow up the ships, and kill and injured people, you can't even lose it afterwards!"

Benson is not a fool. Of course he knew how shocking the White House and the Military Department would be if the incident of blocking the San Francisco Harbour reached Washington. So he just wanted to fight a time difference. Once he captured the Earl of North Sea, these six battleships would quickly evacuate from San Francisco without leaving any trace.

What is "blocking the harbor"? Benson will only refuse to admit it!

But if it is bombarded, it will be different. If it causes losses, then you will have to be in trouble and no one can save yourself.

Feilimante smiled: "Oh, so you are very confident that the Earl of North Sea will definitely be escorted back before dawn?"

Benson grinned, revealing his healthy and white teeth: "I am very relieved to do things Krim. With your six armored battleships as a backing, and using the excuse of the disappearance of the warship as an excuse to put pressure on the San Francisco city government, I believe that the Earl of North Sea, under pressure and in order to clarify himself, will definitely come to accept the investigation of our Navy."

After all, Benson is a typical white mind. He thinks that no matter whether the other party is a nobleman who respects or not, as long as he is a yellow man, he will feel inferior and dare not disobey his own requirements!

What's more, Benson didn't think that the five destroyers were really missing by Long Hao, so this "very white-founded" Earl of Beihai still has a high possibility of getting on the ship and walking.

After all, if you don’t do bad things, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door...

Benson was so confident that Ferrymant didn't say anything else, but was a little unhappy in losing twice the compensation for shell loss and continued to tear up the petals. He came here for nothing but to repay gambling debts and earn extra money. If the matter of blocking the harbor ended in a peaceful manner, he would be extremely reluctant.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and six battleships squatting on the sea like giant beasts in the deep sea rose and fell. Most of the British sailors above couldn't stand it and went to sleep: Grass, the overtime pay today is really not worth it. It's so late, and I want me to work, Americans. Please add more money!

At this moment, Benson in the flagship captain's room could not sit still because Krim had not returned yet. According to the original plan, he should be escorting the Earl of North Sea and winning the victory and triumphant success?

Something happened? Should I send another small boat to see the situation?

As soon as Benson's idea was ignited, a cluster of lights suddenly lit up in the dark sea opposite. A ship set out from the harbor and sailed towards this side.

Benson's eyes were about to sink into the telescope, and he shouted happily: "Here, come back, that's the boat that Krim drove, haha, now, the Earl of North Sea falls into my hands."

Feilimant curled his lips. He had long discovered Benson's unusual "desire" for the Earl of the North Sea. This must be a reason why "tracking for the whereabouts of the five destroyers". There must be other secrets that cannot be told... The cunning General Feilimant sniffed the petals, his eyes flashed, and was already thinking about how to do it, and fortunately he gained some benefits for himself in this matter.

After 25 minutes, Benson's ecstasy turned into fury. He roared at the sailors with Krim who were boarding the boat from the boat, "Why are you back? What about that bastard Krim? Where is the man, where is the North Sea Earl!?"

The accompanying sailor resisted his fear and said everything that happened on the dock. When he heard that the Earl of North Sea was protected by the Expeditionary Force and did not come to investigate, Benson angrily threw the telescope.

"What are you doing? Waiting for evidence? If I have evidence, I will just shoot him, will I still need that waste of Piklim?"

After Benson finished roaring, Ferrymante persuaded casually: "Oh, little Benson, don't be angry. No matter what, the Earl of North Sea has promised not to leave San Francisco until we come up with the evidence. Then, you still have a chance!"

"Yes, he dared not leave. His industry and those warships are in San Francisco. If my blockade is not lifted for a day, he will not dare to act rashly!" Benson said viciously, and his hideous expression seemed to scare the sailor, making him forget to tell the large warehouse that the number of reporters and the telegraph and telephone lines that can quickly send messages to Washington!

This big pit will undoubtedly kill Colonel Benson.

After appreciating Benson's rage, Ferrymant waited until the accompanying sailor retreated in shame, he said leisurely: "It seems that your wishful thinking has failed, little Benson."

Benson gritted his teeth, patted the desktop of the main control room, and roared: "This is a guilty person, this is a typical guilty person! My five destroyers... Now it is certain that they are definitely unrelated to this Earl of North Sea!"

Feilimante was actually very curious about the strange disappearance of the five destroyers described by Benson. With his years of experience and experience in the ocean, he could not imagine what means did the Earl of the North Sea use to "spun off" the five destroyers?

You know, it is not a repulsion, but annihilation! Even a surviving sailor did not have a surviving sailor. Feilimante even felt that even if he was given a reorganized royal fleet to command, he might not be able to do so cleanly.

After all, you think that those are five small sparrow-like destroyers. Unless they use ten times the strength to lay down a net of heaven and earth, they can still fly one or two of these small sparrows.

And will the Earl of North Sea have a reorganized fleet?

Nonsense, it is impossible to think about it with your head!

Because of the British strategic focus, the British Navy has not paid much attention to the Pacific Ocean, but even so, the Far East Fleet will patrol this vast and desperate sea area. Hoho, want to hide a reorganized fleet? Sorry, unless you are potential underwater, it is absolutely impossible!

"What do you do next?"

Ferrimante asked, "Your tone is so sure, but can you come up with tangible evidence? Haha, there is no evidence, those Spanish soldiers will not let you catch people!"

Spain, the name of this empire that is so vast that not only the British look down on it, but also Colonel Benson, who is the US Navy, only heard him hum, "Evidence? Do they give it to me if they want evidence? A depressed viscount in Spain only recruited two miscellaneous troops with two bad money. I, Benson, will give them the best 'evidence'..."

Feirimant smelled a murderous aura from Benson's words, and couldn't help but look glaring and said with a slight joy: "Little Benson, what is your 'evidence'?"

"Bombardment! I decided to bombardment!"

Benson smashed his fist and made a war gesture that made Ferrymante happy: "As soon as the sky is dawn, I will bombard this harbor. I want the count to know that relying solely on the protection of the Spanish is of no effect! The 'evidence' of the navy has always been just powerful shells!"

Burning means money is put into the bag. Feilimante was so happy that he hypocritically advised: "Little Benson, didn't you just say that bombing an international harbor is a madman who would do it? Are you sure you are not... going crazy now?"

"Hmph, of course I'm not crazy. My bombardment is wise... It won't bomb directly on the dock, and even a ship won't blow up!" Benson seemed confident, "I'm not that stupid yet. This is not a war. Burning does not have to hit the physical target to be effective. As long as you scare them and force the Earl of North Sea to drill out of the turtle shell by yourself, my goal will be achieved! Of course, General Ferrymante, don't worry, I will calculate the shell cost of bombardment for you in the aftermath!" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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