mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 368
Those who were hesitant to join the Chamber Sect before, now breathe a sigh of relief.

It would be a big joke if the backstage that I just found collapsed in a blink of an eye.

And the black people behind were at a loss, obviously not expecting this.

They felt a little regretful, especially because the smell on their foreheads was still there, and they couldn't be wiped away. No matter how you look at it, this mark looks like a mark of being ridiculed.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Yes, lead the way."

A black man hesitated and called, "Boss?"

Zhao Chuanxin turned back: "What boss? It's really ugly. I will call you the leader in the future. Remember that we are law-abiding citizens."

Can law-abiding citizens come here?
"Um, Hierarch, what about us?"

Zhao Chuanxin said to the Irish gang and the Jews behind: "Remember what I said? These people belong to my chamber pot god sect. Who dares to make mistakes. Don't blame me for turning my face and denying people."

Although he was sent to cooperate with the investigation, no one dared to contradict him at this time.

Come to the interrogation room.

Zhao Chuanxin put on the devil crystal glasses and saw Andrew Miller sitting next door, also undergoing interrogation.

Opposite him was an Irish-American detective of the NYPD named Charles Baker.

From the moment he entered the door, Zhao Chuanxin noticed the hostility of this person towards him.

This should not only be due to the camp relationship between the two parties.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that it was not that simple.

Charles Baker lit a cigarette and crossed his legs.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Chuanxin also raised his legs, took out his cigar and lit it.

Charles Baker: "..."

Where are the handcuffs?What about the shackles?Where did the cigars and matches come from?

You know, before entering the interrogation room, all these are prepared.

On the one hand, it prevents criminals from violently injuring others, and on the other hand, it is also a symbol of identity and status. Free police detectives can suppress criminals at the psychological level.

Just now he clearly saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing handcuffs?
Zhao Chuanxin took a puff and exhaled the smoke: "Ask, what's the matter?"

This blocked what Charles Baker was trying to say.

"Your cell, Andrew Miller's cell, the brig, and Harry Vanderbilt's cell, the locks on those doors are all broken, how do you explain that?"

"Oh, I didn't break it. Why should I explain? Go find the door locks, they cut corners."

"you……"

Charles Baker was full of smoke: "Don't quibble, it is clear that you did it, you killed these people."

"Huh? Police officer, I will sue you for defamation. What about the evidence?"

If there is evidence, I would have given it to the prosecutor and asked it to be submitted to the court. What kind of interrogation?
Charles Baker asked from another angle, "Say, where were you that night?"

"The confinement room."

"But why did you appear on the playground in the morning?"

"It's too stuffy inside, go out and get some air."

"The confinement room, how could you come out of it as soon as you thought it out?"

With a cigar in his mouth, Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "Didn't you tell me that, Anmen Lock cut corners and the lock broke."

It was the first time Charles Baker had seen a criminal so confident.

He stubbed out the cigarette.

Said: "I advise you, find out where you are. You have killed four people, no, eleven, although they are all criminals. If I were you, I would admit that I killed Harry Vanderbilt." of."

"You know what, officer? I'm really glad I'm not you."

Charles Baker was taken aback, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Because you're so dickish, you'll admit that it wasn't you who did it."

"Fack!" Charles Baker was furious and got up suddenly.

As a habit, he began to want to use a little violence to coerce him.

At this time, the police don't talk about so many rules.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head: "Officer, I said you are a dick, but you still don't admit it. Think about it carefully, can you beat me?"

Charles Baker's heart tightened.

In terms of fists and kicks, he can't beat 100% of the murderers who knocked out six people, killed four people, and maimed two people.

Zhao Chuanxin has no handcuffs or shackles.

However, Charles Baker took out a revolver, slapped it on the table, and threatened: "I can say that you attacked the police, and then shot you!"

Zhao Chuanxin is wearing fortitude armor.

On a hot day, I would rather sweat than take off, for what?
He leaned back in the chair easily, with a cigar in his hand, and said cheerfully: "Let me tell you, the gun is faster if you are seven steps away. Within seven steps, I am faster! If you don't believe me, try it?"

Awesome, blow it up.

Seeing him, I really didn't panic at all. I Cao, Charles Baker really has some confidence.

This man is really a bit evil.

His lips trembled: "Okay, very good."

He was furious, and he said something he shouldn't have said: "I'm not afraid to tell you. Later, I will ask the prison guards to take you back to the confinement room and guard the door of the confinement room 24 hours a day. Then, I will find someone to talk to Andrew Miller Staying in the same cell, I believe you can think clearly about what will happen."

After speaking, he was very happy.

Damn Faker, should he be dumbfounded now?

Zhao Chuanxin got up and pointed to Charles Baker: "Don't sleep too hard at night."

Flick the cigar, hit the wall, and wipe out a string of sparks.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted out: "Prison guard, take me away."

Charles Baker sneered arrogantly: "What can you do to me? You will be in danger. The day you get out of the confinement room will be the day you sit in the electric chair."

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly saw the shadow of a criminal in this person.

This man is definitely not a serious policeman.

The prison guards took Zhao Chuanxin away without asking him to handcuff him.

Because you can't keep up, you know?

This is a secret that all prison guards know.

Anyway, if you don't provoke him, he won't hurt anyone.

After going out, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "What's the name of that second-hand police detective just now?"

The prison guard was really a little scared of him, and dared not answer: "Charles Baker, from the New York City Bureau."

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

He was put in the brig again.

Sure enough, there were three prison guards outside, squatting at the same time, not planning to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife and cut a hole in the wall.

He took out another pile of sand, and using mud trowel gloves, gathered the sand into a tower, and blocked the entrance of the cave.

Putting on the Shadow Cloak, Shi Shiran came to Andrew Miller's cell.

Not long after, two prison guards escorted a prisoner wearing a vest.

This is an Irishman.

There is also a tattoo on the shoulder head.

Zhao Chuanxin hid in the darkness beside him wearing a shadow cloak, and wrote down the tattoo pattern.

He didn't even get up, just took out the elf carving knife, extended the blade, poof...

The Irishman escorted by the two prison guards suddenly fell down in a daze.

The two prison guards were taken aback: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Touch his nose."

"Fuck, I'm out of breath! What's going on here?"

"Take it away first!"

Zhao Chuanxin waited for a while, but no one came.

Then he tiptoed back.

Not long after, the door of the confinement room was opened.

Warden Thomas Osborne stands outside the brig.

He had a complex expression: "Sir, I know you are a reasonable person."

There is a straw futon under Zhao Chuanxin's buttocks, and he is sitting cross-legged on it.

Hearing this, he raised his head and grinned: "Oh, I'm really good at convincing people with reasoning. I wonder if that Charles Becker has overcome it?"

The warden smiled wryly: "I don't know if he accepts it or not, but I accept it."

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his nails: "Didn't you shout a slogan and let me sit in the electric chair? I'll wait for that."

"That's nonsense. If you want to be sentenced to death, you have to be prosecuted by the police first, and then the prosecutors will submit the materials to the court. I don't have these rights."

"You are very interesting." Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Then why are you here? Just want to tell me that you are convinced?"

The warden sighed.

Since Zhao Chuanxin entered here, many people have died.

He has heard from prison guards that Zhao Chuanxin cannot be held in any cell or confinement, and that any handcuffs and shackles will disappear for no reason.

Because of a series of bizarre deaths of prisoners, the prison guards were panicked and frightened, and even Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to control Zhao Chuanxin without handcuffs.

Even the guards in the confinement room have to draw lots, and the unlucky ones come.

He negotiated: "Sir, I will ask someone to arrange the best cell for you. I will try my best to satisfy what you want. I just ask you one thing, don't die anymore."

Zhao Chuanxin got up.

The warden's hair stood on end, his face changed and he took a step back.

Zhao Chuanxin walked out, but the warden retreated in fear, as if facing an enemy.

However, several prison guards have already figured out Zhao Chuanxin's temper, as long as they don't provoke him, everything will be fine, so they are not very afraid.

Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the narrow confinement room, stretched his waist, and turned to look at the warden: "You haven't figured out the essence of the matter. As long as you let Andrew Miller be fine, there won't be any death here. Even , I can turn your prison into a model prison."

The warden's eyes suddenly lit up.

He ignored the previous sentence, but he grasped the point in the last sentence: "Sir, can you really make this a model prison?"

If someone said it, the warden would spit on him.

Xinxin Prison is full of heavy criminals, and it has nothing to do with a model prison.

But Zhao Chuanxin is too evil.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his index finger: "Just one thing, if you let Andrew Miller die, then, Mr. Warden, you will have to turn a blind eye when you sleep."

The face of the warden changed: "Are you threatening me?"

Never before had a criminal dared to threaten him like this.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was not convinced and wanted to explode, so he reminded him: "Shocked, why did the Irishman die suddenly at the door of the cell? Why are there frequent accidents in Xinxin Prison?"

"..."

The warden didn't understand the Shock Department.

But according to his understanding, Zhao Chuanxin has never been out of the confinement room, and he can understand the details so clearly that it makes him shudder.

The Irishman could be killed under the noses of the two prison guards, so wouldn't he be precarious as the warden?
At this moment, fear overcame authority and pride: "Okay, I promise you."

after that,

Some prisoners saw through the cell door that Zhao Chuanxin swaggered ahead.

The warden and a group of prison guards, like his subordinates, accompanied him step by step.

The prisoners stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Sing Sing Prison is going to be turned upside down?

The warden arranged Zhao Chuanxin in the best cell, which had brand new bedding, a bathroom sink, a table and chairs, a cloakroom, and even a simple bookshelf.

Zhao Chuanxin stood in the cell and smiled at the warden: "Since you have shown sincerity, I will also give my friendship tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)