mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 364

The lady wanted to ask about the situation, but before she could speak, Zhao Chuanxin put on the mask and gloves instantly.

"Stay still in your car and wait for me."

The coachman has been restrained.

There were shadows in the darkness, and more than a dozen men with guns surrounded the car.

Someone shouted: "Get out of the car and accept the inspection."

This is the main road to Sing Sing Prison.

In the car, the lady didn't know the situation, but she could hear the impatience and ferocity of the passers-by, and the silence of the driver.

Something was clearly not right.

At last she was afraid.

The officer drew his gun, cocked the hammer, and held the gun in both hands.

Although he tried his best to stay calm, his body was still shaking.

This frightened the lady even more.

Instead, Andrew Miller comforted him: "Don't panic, they don't know that they have provoked a terrible existence, let them be arrogant for a while."

Police officer: "..."

Is this what you should say?Why are you so confident?
The lady was even more surprised, why is it the criminal comforting the policeman?
chug chug...

After the short, sharp gunshots, the car could only hear each other's heavy breathing and the exclamation of the driver outside, and then fell into silence.

Only the croaking of frogs and cicadas at night, the little creatures are fearless in the face of human lethal thermal weapons.

Everyone in the carriage felt a sense of powerlessness resigned to fate.

Even the assassin didn't get any comfort. He felt that he was captured, and the only thing left for him was death.

After a while, the car door opened and Zhao Chuanxin got into the car.

He knocked on the window and said to the coachman, "Go!"

The horse kicked and stepped, and the cart moved slowly.

Zhao Chuanxin took off the skull mask, took out the bullets, and loaded the bullets into the submachine gun.

Everyone saw him acting as if nothing had happened, with a very calm expression.

The noble lady spoke first: "What happened?"

Zhao Chuanxin first finished replenishing the ammunition, put away the magazine, and put his arms around the waist of the lady: "Madam, don't worry, it's a local gangster. I reasoned with them, and they left quietly."

The policeman smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke remaining on Zhao Chuanxin's body, and knew that those people might be calm, but they couldn't leave.

What kind of weapon is that?To make that kind of endless gunshots?
The magazine in Zhao Chuanxin's hand is so long, maybe it can hold thirty bullets, right?

A big question mark was drawn in the policeman's head.

I just felt that this escort was really tormenting.

The noble lady saw many holes in Zhao Chuanxin's thick coat.

She couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but felt the outline of her chest muscles.

"Is this a bullet hole?"

Let her say this, Zhao Chuanxin also felt a little uncomfortable.

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that there should be no danger for the time being, so I took off my clothes and undid the special buttons on the hem.

嘡啷嘡啷嘡啷...

I don't know how many warheads were shaken off the box.

Zhao Chuanxin fastened the button and put it on again.

Everyone: "..."

It's outrageous!
How many shots does it take to leave so many bullets?

It's not dead?

At the gate of the prison, the coachman stopped and reminded: "Sir, we have arrived at Xinxin Prison."

He was still in shock, trembling.

Zhao Chuanxin winked at the lady: "Sister, I'm leaving first."

As he said, he didn't miss jumping off the car.

The lady moved to the side of the car, stuck her head out and shouted, "Remember to come to me."

The policeman was speechless.

After twists and turns, it finally arrived.

The police officers "politely" invited Zhao Chuanxin into the prison, and went to handover with the prison guards in Xinxin Prison.

Under the surprised gaze of the prison guards, the police officer said to Zhao Chuanxin before leaving, "Sir, I wish you a happy life."

God is so happy to live.

It's the first time I see the police. I wish the prisoner a happy life.

And why is this prisoner not wearing handcuffs?

It may be that the police have explained that Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller were detained in the same cell again.

The assassin was taken to heal his wounds.

Whether he can live or not is unknown.

In the cell, there were only Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller.

Zhao Chuanxin packed up, lay on the bed, and said: "Don't sleep, keep watch at night, wake me up if someone comes. You sleep during the day, and I will watch."

……

The next day, Manhattan, New York City.

John Rockefeller, Jr. brooded behind his desk, eyes staring.

There was a knock on the door, and he raised his eyes: "Come in."

In came Ricky, a longtime family employee who kept a low profile and was his secretary.

Ricky said, "There's bad news."

Little John Rockefeller thumped in his heart: "What's the matter?"

"Yesterday, in the first branch of Beit Street, the people we sent were killed in the police station. Later, I learned that they were going to transfer prisoners and sent two groups. One was assassinated on the train, and the other was in Australia. Spingtown on the way to Sing Sing Prison. Totally wiped out."

John Rockefeller Jr. was taught by his father yesterday, so he pretended to be calm.

But the chair under the buttocks made a creaking sound.

Ricky could feel the restlessness inside him.

"What is the reason? Is there an army to protect him?"

Ricky shook his head: "It is said that when he was in the police station, there was only one person beside Andrew Miller, who was also a prisoner. When escorting them, there was an extra police officer, no more than three."

John Rockefeller Jr. had already spoken with Da Luo and reached an agreement on this matter.

But something went wrong here.

"Is there a way to fix it?" he asked.

Ricky nodded: "I have investigated, another prisoner has been locked up with Andrew Miller. I can try to separate them and then act."

"Just do it, it must be a fatal blow."

……

In the morning, let the wind go.

Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller came to the playground.

The cell is too dark. In order to save money, there is not much lighting at all, which makes people feel depressed.

It will be much better if you come out to let the wind out.

A group of people looked at the two with ill intentions, but did not rush forward.

Newcomers to the prison have to stand in line or submit a certificate to stay here with peace of mind.

Either make friends, or make sure you're strong enough.

Although Andrew Miller has been in the army, the prisoners here have big arms, scars, tattoos, bald heads, seal beards, and eyeballs the size of copper bells...

How to be scary.

This is much scarier than being in the police station.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around, except for the prison guards on the high wall with rifles on guard, there were no thermal weapons here.

He took off the fortitude armor, turned around, and put it away.

As usual, I practiced the balance technique.

In the past, when Zhao Zhongyi was going to teach him how to practice martial arts, it was either windy or rainy.

At this time, he didn't need to be urged by others, he practiced diligently.

It can be seen that people cannot be forced to grow up.

Seeing that many people here were either wearing small vests or shirtless, Zhao Chuanxin was not to be outdone, took off his T-shirt, and threw it to Andrew Miller to help hold it.

His lines are not so obvious, the reason is that he has eaten too much these days, accumulated fat, which covered the original muscles.

But the bulk is getting stronger and stronger.

With the tattoos all over the back and the huge gunshot scars running through, it is quite suitable for the occasion.

A black man approached furtively and asked Andrew Miller, "Do you want cigarettes? I still have pictorials, with pictorials of women."

As he spoke, he raised his brows, very obscenely.

Andrew Miller shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have much money."

The black man looked him up and down: "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, you can exchange it with other things."

Andrew Miller smiled bitterly: "I don't even have anything to change."

The black man laughed: "Actually, there are still some. Did you see that man?"

Andrew Miller looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a bearded white man who was also looking at him.

The eyes are full of aggression.

The black man said: "His name is Jim Cowles. He is a very famous figure in the West Side of New York. He is highly respected in the Jianghu. He hopes that he can become friends with you and spend a good night together."

Andrew Miller shivered and looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Negroes looked the same way.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin supported the ground with his left hand, staggered his legs, and stretched slowly to the right.

Then put your right hand on the ground and stretch your legs to the left.

This is balance.

The black man looked dumbfounded.

Is this something a human can do?

Zhao Chuanxin's legs fell to the ground slowly, and he got up slowly, exhaling a long breath of foul air.

Then wave to the black man.

The black man walked over involuntarily, subconsciously not daring to resist.

"Go back and tell that Jim Cowles to tell him to his face, if he has the courage."

The black felt that this person was not easy to mess with, so he ran back quickly.

At this time, the blacks in the prison lack dominance at all, and they are just errands for others.

It is far from five people and six people like in later generations.

When he told Jim Cowles of the situation, Jim Cowles looked gloomy, but did not attack.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored these cats and dogs and continued training.

However, when the wind release is over, when walking back.

Jim Cowles led his men to catch up.

"Rookie, you'd better be careful what you say."

Zhao Chuanxin stopped and turned to look at him: "The clothes can be washed again if they are dirty, but there are not many opportunities to start over in life."

Jim Cowles was dumbfounded.

What do you mean?
Fill me with chicken soup here?

He sneered, "Let's wait and see."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the prison guard not far away, but said nothing.

But when they were about to go back to the cell, the two were stopped by prison guards.

The prison guard said, "You have to switch cells."

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged, where is he not staying?
It doesn't matter, okay?
However, the prison guard stopped Andrew Miller: "You are still in the original cell."

Andrew Miller's complexion changed drastically, and he looked eagerly at Zhao Chuanxin.

If they were separated, wouldn't he be sure to die?
However, Zhao Chuanxin's expression was as usual, and he cheerfully asked the prison guard: "Are you sure, he won't change his cell, he's still here, right?"

The prison guard replied stiffly, "That's right."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded to Andrew Miller: "Relax!"

He went with the guards to another cell.

It's just that he firmly remembered the surrounding routes.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

That Jim Cowles was here.

Jim Cowles stood up with a smirk: "Didn't you think so?"

"Yeah, you are in a hurry to let me teach you, right?"

"What class?" Jim Cowles was full of question marks.

"For example, the role of biological males and females in the continuation of life, and the bad influence of fencing in civilization."

"watt?"

(End of this chapter)