mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 357 Get My Friendship
Of course Wilhelmina threw up too.

Zhao Chuanxin handed her a wet towel in his spare time, and walked back with her in his arms.

Luis Verveld had already been strangled by the Whip of Judgment, dragged on the Redemption Scepter, kicking his legs desperately.

The rest of the people vomited in a mess. Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was effortless, the group of mercenaries strangled the legendary figure in the mercenary world—Mad Colonel Louis Verveld.

Their eyes widened in horror, and their small thoughts were instantly extinguished.

The townspeople Kurdex peeked at, their hearts fluctuated with the ups and downs of the situation.

Seeing that the lunatic Louis Verveld, who was feared by everyone, was hung up, everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin in awe.

The entire battlefield was in a mess, only Zhao Chuanxin was leisurely like a gust of wind, coming and going freely, strolling in the courtyard.

When Edith Roosevelt saw this, a name immediately entered his mind——Zhao Chuanxin!

Throughout the ages, except for the god of war Zhao Chuanxin, it seems that no one can treat the battlefield as their own backyard.

No matter what Edith Roosevelt thought of, Zhao Chuanxin had just heard the footsteps of the group of mercenaries behind him.

He could probably imagine their inner joy, thinking that he had fallen, and wanted to fish in troubled waters.

So while holding Wilhelmina, he took out the God of War M1907 submachine gun, and ruthlessly shot the vomiting mercenaries.

chug chug...

A group of mercenaries died miserably in their own vomit. They came to this world in a miserable way and left dirty, walking a complete circle in the closed loop of life.

Edith Roosevelt saw him killing people without blinking an eye, like a devil in the world, and confirmed his guess even more.

Can't help but get nervous.

Since he has a "very close relationship" with Wilhelmina, if Wilhelmina tells him her identity, will she still have good juice?

So, she wanted to run away.

It was Wilhelmina who let go of the towel: "Mrs. Roosevelt, are you all right?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin held his gun and laughed: "Has your husband received my Christmas blessing?"

Edith Roosevelt shivered.

"What do you want to do?"

The moment Zhao Chuanxin found out that she wanted to run away, he knew that this woman had already guessed her identity.

"Seeing that Madam's charm is still there, I just want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."

As he spoke, Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her buttocks.

Edith Roosevelt's teeth were itchy, but there was nothing he could do.

Wilhelmina stabbed him in the back with her small hand—why didn't she even spare the middle-aged women?
Zhao Chuanxin hooked her finger, which made her tremble.

"Okay." Edith Roosevelt resigned. "Let's talk in another place and ask the mayor to clean up the scene. Can you take off the mask, I'll see what the famous Far East butcher looks like."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

He learned a lot from eating a ditch, and he would never take off his armor until he was in a safe place.

Turning back, he whistled a few times.

The Whip of Judgment was released, and the body of Louis Verveld fell to the ground.

The Whip of Judgment swung the scepter of redemption and flew back to Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

"Andrew Miller, get over here."

Andrew Miller ran up, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his neck, and lifted him up with one hand: "You are so fucking lucky, if you don't need a witness, today I will make you half-familiar No!"

In fact, Andrew Miller had already broken his nerve, and he didn't dare to shoot at all just now.

Zhao Chuanxin also saw this.

Edith Roosevelt saw Zhao Chuanxin's frightening power and felt his scalp tingling.

Only relying on the power of one person to make the whole United States terrified is unique in the short history of Mei Li.

At this time, Ganfan ran ahead, followed by Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah.

"Master, I knew you would come back safe and sound."

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "Sinister, you are such a fucking chicken thief, you can always avoid the most dangerous places."

Having said that, it was reassuring to see that he was fine.

Let him find a genius as a labor force, it is hard to compare.

Benjamin excitedly said: "Master, when I saw that man, my brain told me that he was a boxer. I designed a set of moves for Marcus, and we beat him with tricks. This is my life." Highlight moment."

The child's five senses are abnormal, like a radar, which can generate any picture in his mind by perception.

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the head: "It's not bad. But you can't be proud of being a human being. If you can be called the highlight of your life, isn't Master's life a lesson to others?"

"..."

Wilhelmina chuckled.

The mayor also left the office, took the sheriff and a group of policemen, and was stunned by the bloody scene.

He looked to Edith Roosevelt for help.

No matter what is right and what is wrong, it is not a trivial matter that so many people died.

Edith Roosevelt looked at Zhao Chuanxin, and hurriedly said: "Sir, this is a typical violent incident. You take a picture and file it. We still have a living witness."

The mayor pouted at Zhao Chuanxin: "Should we shoot him?"

"Sir, I have to remind you not to cause trouble, he is more terrifying than Rockefeller."

"Huh?" The mayor was confused.In the one-acre three-point land in New York State, is there anything harder than Rockefeller's fist?

"Listen to me, that's right, you can do investigations and evidence collection. But it's about this person, and I'm responsible for reporting it to the higher-ups."

The mayor said respectfully: "Madam, please let me arrange a place for you to stay."

"No need, I'll just stay in the most ordinary hotel, sir, you can do your work first."

Wilhelmina's nerves suddenly became slender, and her attention lingered on trivial matters.

For example, Zhao Chuanxin's hand was still on her waist at this time.

Logically, she should take it away, because Edith Roosevelt was present and no gossip could come out of this woman.

But if she wanted to do that, she was worried that it would hurt Zhao Chuanxin's self-esteem.

While walking, he was also entangled in the distance between Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately let go of the clinker, ran to a store called JCPenney, and said to the boss: "Hehe, do you still remember me, old man? Wait, one day you will ask I invest in yours."

John Peterman would have left long ago if he hadn't been stopped by mercenaries.

He is still in the fledgling period, and every time a new store is opened, he must be present as a consultant.

However, the follow-up operations are managed by professional managers.

As soon as he heard Zhao Chuanxin's voice, John Peterman remembered who this person was.

But the mentality was very different from that day.

His face changed: "Don't mess around!"

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback for a moment, and he understood that the scene at this moment made him look like he wanted to forcibly "purchase for zero yuan".

"Look at what you said, am I that kind of person? Let me tell you clearly today that shopping malls are like battlefields. Let's wait and see."

John Peterman thought that Zhao Chuanxin was going to be tough.

He thought for a while, and responded not to be outdone: "We'll wait and see."

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a middle finger.

Vulgar, barbaric.

This is the definition that Edith Roosevelt gave to Zhao Chuanxin.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and quickly caught up with her, her buttocks swaying like the plump ears of wheat in autumn.

"I know there are conflicts between us, but please don't mess around."

She was afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would kill for profit.

"I messed around? Hehe, why don't you let Rockefeller go on a killing spree?" Zhao Chuanxin sneered. "By bullying the weak and fearing the strong, you may have picked the wrong persimmon."

Edith Roosevelt was speechless.

Wilhelmina in the back was worried that Edith Roosevelt would spot her.

Now she is sulking again, feeling that Zhao Chuanxin is like sand in her hands, all falling from her fingers.

All kinds of worries turned out to be nothing more than a trivial matter.But it was this that made her feel lost.

Benjamin Goldberg saw her blowing her cheeks and said, "Who are you mad at, Madam?"

Wilhelmina covered his mouth like a nervous reflex, and looked forward with a guilty conscience: "Shh, don't call me that in the future."

"Oh." After being let go, Benjamin Goldberg nodded obediently: "Okay, Mrs.

"You...you and your master, why do you have the same virtue?"

Back at the hotel, Zhao Chuanxin and Edith Roosevelt sat on the sofa in the lobby.

At this time, the skull mask was removed.

The innkeeper came obediently and looked carefully at Zhao Chuanxin's face: "Sir, would you like tea or coffee? I have ruby ​​black tea from Ceylon."

Seeing his appearance of serving Lord Yan, Zhao Chuanxin said carelessly, "serve tea, I'm sorry."

Huh?
Everyone was surprised, why is Zhao Chuanxin so polite?Have you changed your temper?
The townspeople witnessed with their own eyes how the new cowboy slaughtered the bandit-like mercenaries, who would dare to do anything wrong now?

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Chuanxin said to Edith Roosevelt angrily, "I have always valued friendship. This innkeeper has already obtained my friendship."

Edith Roosevelt roughly understood Zhao Chuanxin's temper.

No one messed with him, he was just a normal person.

"Can I get Mr. Zhao's friendship?"

"What do you mean? Auntie, I'm warning you, I'm not a young cow eating old grass, I advise you to give up this heart."

Edith Roosevelt was stunned, and immediately blushed.

She is so old, why has she ever been molested?

Wilhelmina wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it, and she didn't like to play tricks at this time.

Edith Roosevelt took a deep breath: "I mean, Mr. Zhao, is it possible to resolve the misunderstanding between us?"

After what happened today, she finally understood what kind of existence those soldiers who besieged and suppressed Zhao Chuanxin were facing.

She felt that the presence of such an enemy was enough to make the couple sleepless.

"Oh, it depends on how you behave."

"Mr. Zhao, I can influence my husband's decisions on small matters, but I can't do anything on big ones." Edith Roosevelt tried to make himself appear sincere: "But I promise you, I will do my best to let him not interfere with you business. And, here, I will keep your identity a secret."

Zhao Chuanxin made various withdrawals and purchases last time, but this time he came to the United States to keep a low profile, but unexpectedly, he was completely "anti-addicted".

Now that they have been driven to Kurdex, and they can also meet Edith Roosevelt, the most fearful thing is that their identity will be leaked again.

Hearing her promise, her eyes lit up: "I accept your friendship, is there any more?"

Also—is there?
Edith Roosevelt was overwhelmed by his rogue face.

She thought it would be better to do it all at once: "The world is impermanent and the situation is unpredictable. Rockefeller's Standard Oil Group has posed a huge threat to the market economy and public order in the United States. I think we now have a common opponent."

The careless Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes...

(End of this chapter)