mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 367-Baptism
John Browning looked back, carrying his briefcase.

Freddy Pavitt had seen photos of John Browning through newspapers and other sources.

But John Browning met him for the first time.

"Are you the guy who always calls and harass me?" John Browning was annoyed.

This really annoyed him enough.

Frendie Pavitt was slightly embarrassed.

In fact, he didn't need to say hello.

But after many phone calls, if we meet and treat them as passers-by, it will be anticlimactic, and we will regret it.

"Mr. Browning, it's me. I invite you sincerely, not to harass you without reason."

John Browning thought he was going to babble for a quote again, so he took out his pocket watch to check the time.

Freddie Pavitt was a little upset.

His mentality has changed.

Now I don't beg you, but I still say hello to you, it's for your face.

According to the master's words: I advise you, old boy, not to be ignorant of flattery.

He put away his smiling face: "Hehe, Mr. Browning seems to be very busy. Then don't bother me."

As he spoke, he was about to leave.

Instead John Browning was ashamed of his small belly.

He thought about the routines of those phone calls, which usually ended with him being rude.

The next time they call, they will still be enthusiastic.

Just say, "Freddie, is that all right for me to call you?"

Freddie Pavitt was taken aback.

Is the sun coming out west?

Usually, it is yourself who retains the hope not to hang up the phone.

"Okay, that's what friends and family call me."

"Freddie, I invite you to dinner."

It was a little flattering to do it to Freddie Pavitt.

Really scared of being rejected.

So he readily agreed.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the two sat down and ordered food and drinks.

John Browning put down his briefcase and said, "Freddie, there's really no conflict between us, is there?"

Freddie Pavitt is tempted to say that the contradiction is huge...

But finally shook his head.

John Browning continued: "I really don't approve of your patriarch's idea. It is an impossible miracle. Besides, since we are friends, I want to remind you that no one will let me cooperate with you. That was a huge figure."

Freddy Pavitt gritted his teeth: "Well, I know who it is. However, the impossible miracle you mentioned has already appeared."

After saying this sentence, he felt that he had a clear idea, not to mention how cool it was.

John Browning shook his head and laughed: "Freddie, we're going to let go of the holidays today. I'm getting old, and I don't have the competitive spirit of young people. You don't have to beat me."

Freddie Pavitt, he felt, was being aggressive.

Freddie Pavitt is usually courteous and courteous, but the clay figurine is also a little bit hot.

He exploded as soon as he heard it: "Mr. Browning, what do you mean by that? Do you think I'm talking big? I swear in the name of my mother, that kind of gun has been researched by our master!"

This is his knot.

How much hair did you lose for this?

Almost Mediterranean.

Standard traits of the British, about to appear.

Seeing that he did not appear to be a fake, John Browning asked suspiciously, "Is your master a gun designer?"

"No."

"Then he found a gun designer?"

This made Freddy Pavitt hesitate: "I didn't find it."

John Browning breathed a sigh of relief.

He has been doing it all his life, and he doesn't believe that he can make mistakes.

He said, "So are you kidding me?"

Freddie Pavitt said: "My lord is a genius. He participated in the design and made that gun by hand. Even the design and production didn't take a week."

Rub the gun?
John Browning was shocked: "That's impossible, hehe, you're lying to me."

"If you don't believe me, I can't help it."

Originally thought to turn enemies into friends.

As a result, after a meal, the relationship between the two did not ease.

Anyway, John Browning didn't believe it anyway.

Until, when he returned to his accommodation, he saw the latest New York Times.

The New York Times described a complicated case.

It is said that the well-known Rockefeller family bought murders for business, and later they had to destroy the evidence.

This happened so often that John Browning was used to it.

What made his pupils shrink was the following interview about the criminal.

An assassin claims he was caught red-handed after an attempted murder on a train.

Then, on his way to Sing Sing Prison in Ossining, his captors killed a bunch of local gangs with a formidable weapon that could fire bursts like a machine gun.

It is also ironic that this person was silenced after the interview.

The common people may only be entertaining after dinner, and they will not even pay attention to it, they will only stare at the huge Rockefeller consortium.

But John Browning was different.

So, the next day he went to the Ethan Manor, even ignoring the gun show at Madison Gardens.

Freddy Pavitt was not at home and went out to do some errands, and it was Miao Cuihua who received him.

Miao Cuihua's spoken English is average, so she asked, "What can I do for you?"

John Browning said, "I want to see Freddie Pavitt, or the owner of the place."

"Unfortunately, they are not here."

"Then when are they coming back?"

Miao Cuihua said: "The return time of the owner here is to be determined, and Freddie Pavitt will come back tonight."

"That's fine, I'll visit again tonight."

After seeing him off, Miao Cuihua continued to comb her hair.

She leaned close to the mirror, and found crow's feet in the corners of her eyes at some point.

Startled, he sat back in his original position and continued to comb his hair.

She looked down at the comb, which was covered with more hair than usual, and couldn't help sighing slightly.

After dressing up, Miao Cuihua went to the town accompanied by the maid of the manor.

She became friends with Benjamin Goldberg's mother, Rachel Kervis.

For nothing else, Miao Cuihua has an extraordinary sense of fashion.

This is her talent.

Rachel Kervis loves talking to her about this.

……

Ossining Township, Sing Sing Prison.

Harry Vanderbilt is dead.

The forensic doctor said that there was a small hole on the top of the head that was not much thicker than a needle.

But after the dissection, the strange thing is that the damaged area of ​​brain tissue inside the head is not just as big as the tip of a needle.

The next day, instead of showing off on the playground, Andrew Miller was called to cooperate with the police investigation.

But Zhao Chuanxin went to the playground again.

When Zhao Chuanxin appeared, the Irish gang retreated collectively.

Zhao Chuanxin walked forward cheerfully, and a group of black people turned around and left.

He took a few more steps, and the Jewish gang smiled awkwardly and politely.

In the end, Zhao Chuanxin appeared in front of everyone in the Italian Brotherhood.

That expression was so complicated that Oscar would be eclipsed without them.

Fear, anger, worry, and more of a struggle.

Because Harry Vanderbilt was dead, they should have avenged him.

But it's about the scavenger, and the mysterious god of the chamber pot.

They are also cowardly.

Last night Harry Vanderbilt had the two of them take turns at the vigil.

The two of them stared at each other all night, and when they woke up in the morning, they were as red as rabbits.

In the morning, however, it failed to push an unconscious Harry Vanderbilt.

He tried his breath, but he was out of breath.

These two men can testify that neither of them ever went to the cell.

But in fact, they were asleep, otherwise Zhao Chuanxin would not have been able to open the door and enter.

But since the two killed them and did not sleep, Zhao Chuanxin was happy to make the matter even more strange.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the Italians and began to undress.

The Italian Brotherhood was dumbfounded.

They dare not do anything, is this person ready to provoke first?

The rest of the group waited and watched with great interest to see how the Italians would respond.

However, Zhao Chuanxin just took off his clothes to practice balance.

The Italian heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that he performed a move that was more difficult than any other dance.

But he was annoyed immediately: this person did it on purpose.

Intentionally come to exercise in front of them.

Zhao Chuanxin did not speak, and practiced health, strength, and metabolic balance in front of them one after another.

Halfway through the practice, a few black men stepped forward hesitantly.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up: "Do you want me to preach to you?"

The white eyes of several black people stared round: "No, no, don't get me wrong, we want to join the chamber pot cult."

Zhao Chuanxin said excitedly: "Really? That's a good relationship. Come on, come on, if anyone else wants to join, I'll baptize him."

Several black people looked at each other.

Is it so formal?
Currently, only a few blacks want to join.

The time is limited, their skin color is destined to not love their grandma and uncle, and they will be excluded by all white people here.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin was disappointed.

It seems that preaching is not enough.

He said to the crowd in a low tone: "I hope you have the courage to assassinate Father Andrew Miller, so that I can preach more, and everyone should participate."

I, Cao... Everyone thinks that this person is very bad!

No matter how much money is given now, no one dares to participate in this matter.

Is it bad to live?
The key point is that this thief is not a son of man, and whoever participates in it, the boss will be punished by the chamber pot god.

It doesn't matter if someone is guarding it. If you are told to die in the third watch, you will definitely not see dawn.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to several black people: "Kneel down."

These people hesitated a little, but knelt down.

Everyone saw him flipping through his trouser pockets, and first took out a towel.

He continued to turn over and pulled out a stick.

Everyone was dumbfounded, what kind of trouser pocket is this?

Holding the scepter of redemption, Zhao Chuanxin was very restrained, and only dripped a drop of stinky liquid the size of eyedrops on the tip of the towel.

But even so little, the people around couldn't take it anymore, they scattered away, and some people couldn't help but bend over: "Ugh..."

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "You guys, you must hold back for me."

He was a little used to the smell.

Holding up the towel, he tapped one person's forehead with the tip.

Dude, the stink is imprinted.

Zhao Chuanxin fanned the air: "Okay, let's all get up, our Night Pot Sect doesn't have so many rules, and sincerity leads to spirit."

Several people stood up, resisting the feeling of vomiting, but they still had to put on a pious smile.

None of them had a devout faith, and they just wanted to join a stronger, more intimidating group.

Zhao Chuanxin knew it well.

He immediately promised: "Now, you will be protected by me, Father Andrew Miller, and the God of the Chamber Pot. If anyone wants to harm you, bully you, tell me anytime."

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

In this way, wouldn't these niggers be annoying?
There are also some weak and low-level white people who are eager to try, but they are very cautious. This kind of standing in line may be dead.

Let's take a look first.

After the wind blowing was over, Zhao Chuanxin walked back leisurely.

A few Negroes followed him, but the rest shunned him.

However, when he reached the door, Zhao Chuanxin was stopped by prison guards.

The prison guard had a complex expression: "What happened to you, the detective wants to investigate you, and suspects that you killed Harry Vanderbilt and another prisoner..."

(End of this chapter)