mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 356
Zhao Chuanxin nodded in satisfaction.

This is how the American devil should behave.

"Hands up, get out in line."

Those mercenaries have no backbone, so they obeyed obediently.

After the bunker, only Frank Hogany remained.

He wanted to shoot to scare him, but seeing the ferocious eyes of those mercenaries, if anyone stopped them from surviving at this time, they would probably tear him apart first.

When Edith Roosevelt saw the mercenaries surrender, Zhao Chuanxin walked over and kicked this one, slapped that one, which was very close to humiliating.

She felt quite relieved.

According to the mayor's dictation, the group of cowboys who bought the land were undoubtedly positive and innocent victims in the whole incident.

The victim turns over and shits on the persecutor's neck, which is very satisfying.

On this basis, Edith Roosevelt let go of his defenses and walked over there.

But when she was about to walk, Frank Hogany, the chief security officer of Standard Oil, suddenly stood up and shot Zhao Chuanxin with a revolver.

Her heart tightened, nothing will happen, right?
A great situation cannot be ruined just like this!
Even though Zhao Chuanxin had been shot so many times before, he seemed to be fine.

But things like magic will be interrupted.

Can he hold on without defense?
Zhao Chuanxin was shot in the back, and a lightning whip was thrown in his backhand.

He controlled the energy, the lightning was not powerful, but it was enough to convulse Frank Hogany's electricity, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Just waiting to torture him.

A voice came from behind: "Sir, please wait, this man is evidence of Rockefeller's crime."

Zhao Chuanxin looked back in astonishment, and saw a woman who was obviously older, but was well maintained, and she should be a woman who had been exercising regularly and hadn't lost her figure.

She was wearing a tight black one-piece dress and muslin gauze, revealing her still fair and slender neck.

She was not big-boned, but strong, with a hip like a bronco.

Frank Hogany had recovered.

He let out a sigh of relief when Edith Roosevelt stopped him.

He believed that Mr. Rockefeller would free him, let him go as always, as long as he didn't die on the spot.

However, Zhao Chuanxin looked at Edith Roosevelt and let out a faint "oh".

Immediately, he turned around and waved his arms.

yah...

Frank Hogany howled like a pig.

This non-death electroshock therapy really makes people feel ecstatic.

Anyone who has been electrocuted will understand.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his arm again, lightning five consecutive whips, he understood.

yah...

"Ow..."

yah...

"Ow..."

yah...

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved the electric whip as if he was dancing, while the fat man Frank Hogany twitched his body like a ghost.

Edith Roosevelt: "..."

She had to remind again: "Sir, he is an important witness."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at her again: "Oh!"

yah...

"Ow..."

Edith Roosevelt was a little angry.

This is not what a hero should do.

She stepped forward quickly and reminded one last time: "Sir, you'd better stop."

Zhao Chuanxin turned back impatiently: "Don't think that you have a big butt, you can just talk."

Edith Roosevelt flushed.

Only now did she realize that she had made a mistake.

Those who turn the tide may not necessarily be heroes, but may also be greater villains.

She wandered around for a week, the miserable Frank Hogani, the humble mercenary who tamed the two wars, and the arrogant and domineering Zhao Chuanxin.

We are here today, all villains!
Zhao Chuanxin looked at Frank Hogany: "You are the chief security officer, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am Frank Hogany, if you are sensible, hurry up..."

yah...

"Ow..."

"Drafting, a few security guards, what are you talking about with me?"

Zhao Chuanxin's palm condensed all the remaining energy, and as the five fingers stretched, the electric light magnified.

Nourishes...

The hair of the people present stood up due to the electric field, and they looked at the huge electric ball in Zhao Chuanxin's palm in horror.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Remember in your next life, you must talk about martial arts!"

With that said, he gave Frank Hogany an empowerment.

In an instant, Frank Hogani's body was scorched black.

Edith Roosevelt bent over: "Ouch..."

Even those mercenaries couldn't help but spit it out.

Looking at the living people, the outside is scorched and the inside is tender, the impact is really too big.

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin turn around: "Big ass, who are you?"

I hate strangers pointing fingers the most.

He Zhao Chuanxin sentenced to death, do you need evidence?

Edith Roosevelt wiped the corner of his mouth with Sipa, and after hearing Zhao Chuanxin's words, Hao Xuan fell into his own vomit.

She said angrily: "Sir, please show some respect, this is not what a gentleman should say."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at a mercenary in confusion: "Are you a gentleman?"

The mercenary shook his head in confusion.

"Are you?"

Shaking his head.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Edith Roosevelt in surprise: "So, who is the gentleman you are talking about?"

"..."

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a voice sounded not far away.

"Cowboy, I got your woman."

The crowd followed the sound.

It was Luis Verveld.

This guy came out of nowhere and attacked Wilhelmina from behind. At this time, he was holding a gun to her head and hiding behind her.

And Andrew Miller, holding the pistol Zhao Chuanxin gave Wilhelmina in his hand, was pointing this way, but his hands kept shaking, revealing his guilty conscience.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and looked at Andrew Miller: "Have you forgotten what I told you?"

The corners of Andrew Miller's mouth kept twitching, and finally he cried out with a "wow": "It was Colonel Welweed who forced me!"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Louis Verveld, who had a mustache like a mouse. This man looked very cunning and insidious.

He put his eyes on Andrew Miller again, and said in a playful tone: "Oh, so you are more afraid of him than me, right?"

Andrew Miller was about to collapse, the pistol shaking like a dustpan.

Louis Verveld roared dissatisfied: "Cowboy, didn't you hear clearly? Your woman is in my hands. You didn't want her to die, so you took off your mask. Haha, I know, it's you source of magic."

He is smart enough to think that every time Zhao Chuanxin wears a mask, it is when he is at his strongest.

Wilhelmina paled.

She is terrified of death.

She looked at Zhao Chuanxin helplessly, but said to him: "De dood of de gladiolen!"

Zhao Chuanxin took a deep puff of his cigar and said speechlessly, "Your Majesty, at this time, don't speak Dutch. Please speak something I can understand."

Wilhelmina gave him a strong smile: "Death or a gorgeous battle, I only choose these two."

This is an old Dutch proverb, which represents a kind of resolution.

Suddenly, the air was filled with great tragedy.

Even Edith Roosevelt was moved, and looked at Wilhelmina more than just a stupid woman.

But at the same time, I also wondered whether Wilhelmina seemed to have an extraordinary relationship with this cowboy?
The surrounding mercenaries looked at each other in blank dismay, and things seemed to have turned around again, so they exchanged glances frequently, ready to move.

The residents peeping around also felt the solemnity and tension of the dark clouds before the storm.

And at this moment,
Zhao Chuanxin's tone was still indifferent: "Hey, Your Majesty, look, he used you to blackmail me. Are we going to be forced to die for love?"

Somehow, Zhao Chuanxin was always able to say a few words, so that Wilhelmina could calm down when she was most afraid.

She showed a bright smile: "Right now, that seems like a perfect ending, too."

Well, for real, Edith Roosevelt was sure that there was an affair between the two.

But how could it be?

Wilhelmina has never been to Courdex.

Is it just what happened these days?

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was dawdling, Louis Verveld put his gun on the head: "Cowboy, don't take my words seriously, you will lose your woman, don't test my patience, take it off now Mask!"

Zhao Chuanxin pinched his cigar, took one last puff, and flicked the rest away.

He said lightly: "Oh, that's it. That's fine. To make you feel at ease, I will remove my weapon first."

As he spoke, he moved his hand back.

"You move slowly, I promise you can shoot faster than me, don't make small moves."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, am I such an ignorant person?" Zhao Chuanxin grinned and took a pistol from nowhere, slowly put it on the ground, and then kicked Louis. In front of Verveld.

Then, the hand touched back again, this is a whip.

He also threw the Whip of Judgment.

Then there was the scepter of redemption. He held up the scepter and asked, "I think you are afraid of this fire stick, right?"

"..." Louis Verveld: "I think you are a lunatic, stop talking nonsense and throw it away."

All the mercenaries were speechless.

From his mouth, he said that others are crazy, no matter how he heard it, he felt ironic.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the scepter of redemption away.

This blow was quite powerful, and the scepter swirled towards the heads of Wilhelmina and Louise Verveld.

Louis Verveld just shrunk his head slightly, and didn't take this trick seriously. He still tightly squeezed the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

But what stunned everyone was that the stick stopped in the air above Luis Verveld's head.

Luis Verveld screamed: "This must be your gypsy trick again, take off the mask."

The mercenary behind got up quietly, ready to control Zhao Chuanxin from behind as soon as Zhao Chuanxin took off his mask.

At this moment, liquid suddenly flowed out from the tip of the stick.

Liquid was poured on Luis Verveld's head.

"vomit……"

Luis Verveld couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

That liquid stinks!
And Zhao Chuanxin whistled melodiously and frustratingly.

A "Hanging Divine Comedy", dedicated to the cunning Colonel Verveld.

At the same time, the stench permeated, including the mercenaries who sneaked up behind, all vomited.

The whip at Louis Verveld's feet bounced in an instant, wrapped around his wrist, circled around his neck, and finally stood up, tied to the scepter of redemption above his head.

Edith Roosevelt was the furthest away. When she smelled the stench, it faded a lot, and she covered her mouth and nose immediately.

She saw Zhao Chuanxin walking towards Wilhelmina whistling leisurely amidst the hostile intentions surrounding her, wrapped her arms around her soft waist, and instantly kicked Andrew Miller over...

(End of this chapter)