mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 309 Bloodbath

Generally speaking, when conflicts are resolved between parties, even if they copy someone, they should at least say a few harsh words first. Isn't this normal?
But when Zhao Chuanxin walked over in silence, Brother Jack became nervous.

Look at Zhao Chuanxin, he only has a fire stick in his hand, and he returned to his unscrupulous look: "Knife!"

The younger brother behind him handed over a Shun Dao.

The blade is eight inches long and one inch wide, and the pear wood handle is three inches long with a blood groove.The cold light flickered, and the blade of the knife reflected Jack's slightly ferocious face cheering him up.

With a knife against a fire stick, brother Jack thinks it's okay.

At this time, Hei Guren said: "Zhao Chuanxin, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't answer, but just walked forward holding the scepter of redemption.

Hei Guren's eyes flashed fiercely: "Do you want to start a war directly?"

Others were also clamoring: "Draw it, brother Jack will kill him..."

Faced with the tall and tall Zhao Chuanxin, brother Jack still felt a little guilty.

But when he heard the clamor of the big bosses behind him, he felt a little proud in his life.

He took off his suit, revealing his wrinkled shirt, holding a knife in both hands, and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

The horse boys behind him were eager to try, they just waited for the boss to make the first move, and then charged.

Some people trembled because of fear, while others trembled because they were excited before the battle. All eyes were on Brother Jack and Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time,

Zhao Chuanxin clasped his fingers two inches, pressed his thumb to expand, and pulled out the elf carving knife with his right hand.

prick……

Zhao Chuanxin took back the elf carving knife and put it back into its sheath.

The two sides didn't even have time to pass each other.

Brother Jack still maintained the slashing posture, but his feet did not move.

Everyone was stunned, what happened?
But he saw Brother Jack fell to the ground with a bang, but there was no trace of blood on his body.

There was a blood hole between his forehead buried on the ground.

Hei Guren glanced back and forth between Brother Jack and Zhao Chuanxin on the ground, and asked in horror: "What did you do to Brother Jack? What happened to him?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked instead: "Who did this by abducting women in the name of the Lugang Town Charity Association?"

Hei Guren's heart tightened, and he was actually a prophecy - Zhao Chuanxin really came for this.

Before he could answer, a group of Jack's younger brothers clamored, "What have you done to my elder brother? I'll cut him off!"

A group of people rushed out, passing Hei Guren.

The rest of the hall masters all looked at Hei Guren, waiting for his order.

Lightning flashed in Hei Guren's mind, and his eyeballs flew up.

"Everyone, don't be impulsive. Brother Jack is at fault for this matter. The rules of the world can't be messed up..."

At this moment,
bang, bang, bang...

But Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took out his pistol and started shooting methodically.

The few younger brothers who rushed to the front were all shot in the head by Zhao Chuanxin.

The people behind stopped abruptly, carrying sticks and knives, opened their arms, and pulled each other back.

A look of horror appeared on his face.

Not to mention gangs, even the police on Hong Kong Island are not all equipped with guns.

It was rumored that everyone in Xuantianzong's adjudication group had guns. At first they didn't take it seriously, but now it seems that it may be true.

They retreated, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't stop.

Because the alley was narrow, although Li Zhitao and the others drew their guns behind them, they did not dare to shoot for fear of accidentally injuring Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin emptied the magazine, changed the gun directly, and continued to shoot after loading it.

Zhao Chuanxin's shooting method is very distinctive. He rarely shoots with both hands like Brother Ma. He usually holds a gun with both hands. The end of the tripod is extremely stable.

The Lugang Town Insurance Team shoots, usually three shots, chest and abdomen or chest.

Zhao Chuanxin had already left that range, and in close combat, all of them were shot in the head.

The opponent retreats, he advances.

Not only did the distance not widen, but it decreased sharply.

Zhao Chuanxin was almost punched in the face from behind, and shot at a distance of less than one meter. These people cannot be avoided.

In just an instant, more than a dozen of Brother Jack's younger brothers fell down.

A man looked desperate, dropped his weapon, turned and fled.

boom!
Shot in the back of the head.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, and seeing that the distance was so close, a man decided to fight, and rushed up holding a stick.

Zhao Chuanxin retreated with his left foot, leaned back slightly, and twisted his upper body as a whole.

boom!
After firing the gun, he confidently stepped forward with his left foot.

bang, bang, bang...

Hei Guren and the rest of the hall masters were stunned.

This is not a fight to the death, this is simply a one-sided massacre.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao, don't kill, don't kill..." Hei Guren roared fearfully.

Zhao Chuanxin emptied the last two bullets before stopping.

There are not a few people who scare their pants with the prefix.

The alley was filled with the smell of blood and smell, which was very offensive.

"I'll ask again, who abducted women in the name of the Lugang Town Charity Association?" Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and said calmly.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, no one else dared to speak, and some were speechless out of sheer fright.

When people are in extreme fear, they will become speechless.

Hei Guren was rather courageous. He stood out from the crowd, bit the bullet, and pointed at Brother Jack's body on the ground: "It's him. He runs the stable business."

Zhao Chuanxin was suspicious: "You won't be lying to me, are you? Take a dead ghost to blame?"

"What I said is true. This kind of thing cannot withstand scrutiny. Head Zhao will know after a little research."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the group of jack boys: "You all have a share, right?"

The group of horse boys were like sifting chaff, and dared not answer.

Zhao Chuanxin had a new gun in his hand, loaded it with one hand, and shot with his hand raised.

The bullets grazed Hei Guren's cheeks and sides, and he could see the white gunpowder flames coming out of the muzzle of Zhao Chuanxin's horse brand gun, and he could feel the heat of the bullets on his skin, which made his hair stand on end.

The most important thing is that although the bullets fired by Zhao Chuanxin passed by Hei Guren's body many times, none of them hit him.

The bullet hits the bullet.

Between the mouths, the force value usually refers to the force value of a person's skills, cold weapons or fists.

Hei Guren had never seen such a cold-blooded battlefield killing.

I have never seen such a ruthless person like Zhao Chuanxin.

The rest of the people at the entrance had already started to retreat, preparing to escape at the other end of the alley.

However, they discovered at this time that only half of the adjudication team came, and the other half rode to the back and took their way.

More than [-] people blocked the entrance of the alley, everyone held guns and looked at them indifferently.

The main hall members swallowed their saliva, their scalps tingling.

Zhao Chuanxin shot Brother Jack's horse boy to the last one.

This person is not very old, maybe only more than ten years old.

He was kneeling on the ground at this moment, tears mixed with snot, and it was a ball on his face.

The crotch was full of water stains, and there was even a foul smell coming from it.

Under extreme fear, feces and urine flowed together.

He cried silently, looked at Zhao Chuanxin in despair, couldn't speak, just kowtowed blindly.

Hei Guren stared at him with wide eyes, but he didn't dare to beg for mercy for him.

Li Zhitao and the others in the back felt unbearable when they saw it.

This looks like a child.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him, "Are you afraid?"

The child finally regained his composure, and nodded his head like a pest: "I'm afraid, please forgive me..."

He stared at the terrifying skull mask, with his helpless right hand resting on his left arm, and his back bent into a semicircle.

Anyone can feel his despair.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "It's right to be afraid, think about those women who were abducted by you abroad, I think they should be more desperate than you."

After speaking, raise your hand,
bang bang bang...

Five shots were fired in a row.

I can't even look at that head.

The sun is very strong, and the black bone kernel is very cold.

When Zhao Chuanxin looked at him, he even shivered.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Masters, are there any heroes pretending to be heroes? If so, hurry up."

"..."

"A bunch of fucking bastards." Zhao Chuanxin closed his gun.

He bypassed Hei Guren and came to a group of hall masters who were driven back by the adjudication team.

Pick the most unpleasant one and raise your hand to slap.

The hall master subconsciously rolled his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and shot, bang!
"Drafting, dare to stare at me?"

Everyone's brains were buzzing, and they were killed just because of one look?
Zhao Chuanxin came to the second hall master and slapped him again.

The master of the hall was covered by a big arm, so he simply lowered his head.

however,
Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: "Did I make you bow your head? Damn it!"

boom!
The crowd backed away in an uproar.

Can't even bow your head?

Is it reasonable?
Zhao Chuanxin pressed on step by step, stepped forward and slapped the third person.

The muscles on the face of the third person kept trembling, not because of pain, at this moment he could no longer feel the pain, but because he didn't know what to do and was nervous and fearful, so he trembled.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Well, yes, your expression management is in place."

The man grinned, showing a very tragic smile.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin slapped his backhand again: "Did I fucking make you laugh?"

The hall master knelt down: "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

He almost thought he was going to be killed because of an ugly smile.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him and went straight to the fourth hall master.

"Look at you, you're so ugly, you actually imitate others? If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to come out to meet people."

The man's body was trembling like the previous one's, but suddenly violently, he stabbed at Zhao Chuanxin's abdomen with a knife.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't have time to react at all.

He was stabbed with a knife.

The crowd was in an uproar again, and no one would have thought that there would still be people who would dare to fight to the death at this time.

It's like a bear's heart and a leopard's gall.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't even move his feet: "The stabbing is over? Are you happy? Now I declare that everyone who is not in this hall will step aside."

These people jumped so high that they hurriedly jumped to the side.

In the field, there was a dazed Ma Zai.

The hall master didn't give up, drew his knife, and stabbed again.

This time it was the chest.

Of course it can't go in, but it definitely doesn't feel like stabbing steel plates and other protective gear. I have to make a metaphor, like stabbing jade, hardwood, or the scales of some kind of animal.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his pistol and had a Winchester M1897 shotgun in his hand.

Crack, boom...

The hall master's body was sprayed and flew upside down.

Hei Guren was dumbfounded, he had never seen a shotgun before.

Isn't this a kind of artillery that can be held in hand?

Even he turned pale with fright, let alone other people.

Zhao Chuanxin moved the slider while walking forward.

boom……

boom……

boom……

Every time a shot is fired, a large area will fall in front of it.

After the bullets were emptied, there were no living people in front of them, to be exact, there were no complete living people.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the M1897 shotgun on his shoulders and stared at all directions: "Who else?"

(End of this chapter)