mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 354 The Boy Talking to the Dog

"We work for Colonel Wellweed, the security officer for Standard Oil. That's all I know. Please spare my life."

Standard Oil?

Zhao Chuanxin thought that the news had leaked, and it might be the US army or something ambushing here.

Unexpectedly, the dog of Standard Oil dared to stroke the beard of a tiger after eating the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard?
He pulled out the elf carving knife and stabbed the man between the eyebrows.

"Damn it, it's not true, there must be something hidden."

The seven or eight survivors next to him were scared to pee.

This man was moody, he would kill as soon as he said it, he was crazier than Luis Verveld, and colder than their mercenaries.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the second person: "You come."

The man's face turned green: "I said, I said, Louis Verveld, born in 1866, currently works under Frank Hogany, the chief security officer of Standard Oil, nicknamed madman, and has excellent marksmanship. Frank Hoja Johnny, who was originally a police detective in New York City, was expelled for violating discipline, and was recruited by the Rockefeller consortium as the chief security officer. He murdered and set fire, and made great contributions to Standard Oil. John Davidson Rockefeller, the current Rockefeller helm..."

"Stop! What the hell are you chanting?" Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Too much nonsense."

With that said, draw the knife.

The man's head was buzzing, and he hurriedly fought for the countdown to his own life: "Wait, sir, they don't know as much as I do, you can't kill me."

Zhao Chuanxin withdrew the knife resentfully: "I'll give you another chance."

"Sir, as far as I know. Standard Oil has monopolized the market and extended its tentacles to Kurdex. I'm a local and I know they're going to lay an oil pipeline. You cowboys paid for the land. So, they I want to get rid of you..."

In this way, Zhao Chuanxin understood.

He just said that even the local yamen didn't dare to act rashly when they knew his identity.

Now, there are people who can't think about it so much.

He just underestimated the gore and violence of capitalist monopoly.

This fucking is more bandit than bandit.

"Are you a local?"

"Yes, sir. My name is Andrew Miller. I've been in the Army and I'm a real Kurdex."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up and looked around: "Is there anyone else who is a local?"

The rest of the people didn't know why and shook their heads honestly.

Without further ado, Zhao Chuanxin took out the God of War M1907 submachine gun, pulled the trigger and fired.

Fuck you, surrender and don't kill!

What's the use of keeping it?

With the rhythmic sound of the submachine gun, Andrew Miller's crotch also became rhythmically wet.

Seeing the dead bodies all over the ground, Andrew Miller was terrified.

He is glad that he is eloquent and that he is a local.

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "Get up."

Andrew Miller struggled twice, legs limp like noodles.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

"Sir, please don't kill me, I'm still useful..."

"You fucking can't even walk, what's the use?"

"I can move around."

"Well, go and collect all the guns and ammunition on the ground, and don't forget the money on them."

Andrew Miller slapped himself twice to cheer himself up, and beat his thigh twice before staggering to pick up the gun.

Seeing his soft-legged appearance, Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

Just like this, why the hell come out to be a mercenary?

Seeing that he was honest and not playing tricks, Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and kicked him: "Go ahead."

Wilhelmina heard boots treading water, but not alone.

So he buried his head in fright.

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived, she pouted her buttocks like an ostrich and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, your posture is not elegant."

Hearing his voice, Wilhelmina was relieved from her shivering.

She jumped up and hung around Zhao Chuanxin's neck.

"Oh, Your Majesty, my husband's injury is not healed."

He smiled and helped her brush the muddy water off her hair.

"Promise me, stay away from the battlefield in the future."

Zhao Chuanxin had a serious face: "No, there is still a final battle."

"what?"

"I'm going to kill that transparent little prince, otherwise how would you marry me?"

Wilhelmina was surprised: "Are you serious?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Haha, I'm just joking."

Wilhelmina, who was still worried at first, suddenly felt a little disappointed.

He laughed and cursed, not knowing which sentence was true.

If... Wilhelmina's mouth is bitter, there are many things, and she can't let her own temper mess up.

A joke, how can Zhao Chuanxin give up on such a beautiful world?Even if the Netherlands were to be dowry to him, he would not have the time to manage a country, especially one made up of white people.

Wilhelmina saw Andrew Miller who was mourned like a dead parent again,

Curiously asked: "Is he from that group of mercenaries?"

"Well, this dog is very timid. Being a mercenary is not as good as water, flowers, incense, lamps, tea and rice, and the reality of becoming a monk."

Andrew Miller: "…"

Those who are not timid will be killed by you.

He would rather become a monk than die.

Wilhelmina looked behind: "Is he alone?"

"The rest are gone, and they looked peaceful when they left."

Wilhelmina understood.

Is this God of War?

Fighting against a mercenary squad with one person?
In the rumors, are his deeds true?
Can one person really fight against hundreds of Japanese soldiers?
Wilhelmina suddenly felt that her status as queen was nothing, and she only saw a real legend today, a symbol of the times.

"Is your life full of swords and swords?"

"No, Your Majesty, you misunderstood. My main job is to eat, sleep, paint, ride horses, and walk the dog. Occasionally, I am responsible for giving people physical relief."

"..."

When they came to Old Wesley's house, they found that the carriage, rice mountain, and dry rice were all gone.

Not to mention the big black man and his apprentice.

Instead, there was a corpse of flesh and blood eaten by wolves on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin's heart skipped a beat, and after a closer look, he found that the model of the skeleton did not match that of Marcus Nkrumah or Benjamin Goldberg.

He hurried into the house and saw that everything was packed, obviously he was prepared to leave.

This is relieved.

It seems that the apprentice has inherited his chicken thief.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, then turned around and asked Andrew Miller: "How many people do you keep in the town?"

Andrew Miller lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, the town is led by Frank Hogany. There are at least 30 people, guarding all the main roads of the town."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's go to the town."

……

Kurdex town,

Edith Roosevelt was staying with a black man and a child.

She got separated from Wilhelmina that day, and immediately found the guards who were chasing after Wilhelmina.

While commanding the guards to find the queen, she was not idle.

She's in her 40s, but still has a lot of energy and an insatiable desire to control.

This matter started because of her, and it should end with her, so I followed the guards to search for it.

However, when she heard a burst of gunfire, she knew that things were beyond her control.

Then he withdrew and retreated, preparing to go back to Kurdex Town first to find reinforcements.

On the way, she ran into Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah.

Different from other people's views on the little lunatic, Edith Roosevelt saw some shadows of ancient great virtues in the thin boy through a short conversation.

This young man's knowledge is comparable to Bede, a scholar of the Seven Kingdoms era in British history, and in terms of identity and blood, he is comparable to the blind Isaac, a Jewish tantric philosopher.

The two sides went together, and it turned out that it was easy to enter the town, but difficult to get out.

Because the main roads of the town are controlled by a group of people with live ammunition, telegrams cannot be sent, telephone calls cannot be made, and letters cannot be written.

Edith Roosevelt paced anxiously in the hotel lobby.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Madam, the person you are looking for, stay with my master, don't worry."

Edith Roosevelt would never have pinned his hopes on others.

She said, "Your master is only one person, and there are 30 of these villains in this town alone."

She did not tell anyone her identity.

Because she found that even the mayor and the sheriff were stuck in their offices and couldn't leave.

It was obvious how audacious and vicious this group of people was.

She was really worried that the villains would jump over the wall in a hurry.

Benjamin Goldberg is a big kid, and the old god is sitting on the sofa: "Madam, dozens of people can only be regarded as a warm-up for my master."

"Son, I must admit that you have wisdom and profound knowledge that do not match your age." Edith Roosevelt said seriously: "However, you know too little about the dangers of the world. In the United States, there is no group of pure villains The more powerful the villain, the deeper the background."

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "Ma'am, all backgrounds and influences are like a mantis against a cart in front of my master."

Edith Roosevelt shook his head helplessly, this stubborn dead boy.

She stopped explaining and felt that it didn't make sense to the child.

At this time, the weird-looking dog ran back and barked at the child a few times.

The child said, "It's sunny? Then my master should be back soon."

Edith Roosevelt saw the boy talking to the dog more than once.

She suppressed the anxiety in her heart: "Can you really understand its call?"

"Madam, Ganfan is not an ordinary dog. It has seen a lot, has excellent investigative ability, and even knows a lot of Chinese and English."

Edith Roosevelt shook his head and laughed: "Son, when this matter is resolved, I will arrange for you to go to school. In this kind of countryside, your talents will be buried, and foolish men and women will make you dull."

At this moment, the dog looked at Edith Roosevelt and barked twice more.

Benjamin Goldberg hid his swearing and said only the important ones: "Ma'am, you were going to the mayor's office before, but you were stopped by someone. He said that the person guarding the mayor's office has left temporarily. You can go there."

Edith Roosevelt was skeptical.

She walked out of the hotel, and sure enough, there was no one outside the mayor's office not far away.

She was very surprised. Could it be that the dog can really talk to people?
(End of this chapter)