mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 381 Surrender, Chen Yigeng is all outside

John Browning saw restless stragglers hidden among the police on the outskirts.

They exchanged glances, then dashed left and right, pushing away from the crowd, intending to subdue the young Asian-American who was surrounded by stars at close range.

This made him feel a little scared.

What is the background of that Asian young man, which is worthy of these police officers?

After thinking about it, he still sat upright, because he felt that in this situation, even if the Asian youth was surrounded by a group of spectators, he would not be able to escape.

It's just that his hand quietly reached into the briefcase, and there was a pistol lying quietly inside.

This pistol is exactly the type of gun he promoted at the gun show - the Browning M1906 pocket automatic pistol.

Temporarily used by him for self-defense.

Zhao Chuanxin was smiling all over his face while signing and shaking hands with people, but his eyes wandered around.

Suddenly, a police detective in plain clothes pushed Grenville Harper away.

"Chen Yigeng, raise your hands, you are under arrest."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand.

Phoenix Xuanjie, air cannon.

boom……

The man flew upside down.

The crowd was quiet for a while, and then there was chaos.

Another policeman rushes in from the right, with a revolver in his hand, the hammer has been pulled away, ready to fire at any time.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to him.

boom……

Seeing that the crowd was in complete chaos, Zhao Chuanxin bowed his head, and then ran outside under the cover of the rushing crowd.

The police at the commanding heights shouted: "Lost target, he ran away with the crowd."

"Come down and hunt him down."

In the distance, Chief Secret Service Agent and Wilhelmina are equally nervously watching.

The chief Secret Service agent sees a policeman swimming against the tide of the crowd.

When he was approaching Zhao Chuanxin, his face was full of joy that he was about to succeed.

But he was slapped by Zhao Chuanxin and fell to the ground.

The Chief Secret Service agent was stunned.

How strong is my Cao?

Wherever there is a fight, the crowd will flee.

Many people came with their families, and the whole family was easily dispersed.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a little girl fell to the ground, and her parents were missing.

Originally, he could have just run away, but if a child was trampled to death because of him, he would feel a bit pissed in his heart.

Thinking this way, Zhao Chuanxin turned back.

This scene happened to be seen by Browning.

The little girl lay on the ground so frightened that she even forgot to cry, her big feet flew past her side and above her head.

A big foot, unable to dodge in time, stepped straight towards the little girl.

The little girl's face turned pale with fright.

At this time, the foot was in the air.

She found that her parents were chasing the man who wanted to sign, and grabbed the back of the man who was about to step on her, and lifted it up.

Zhao Chuanxin threw this person away.

The man was in the air, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, boom...

The three people running this way, the one who was hit by that man was turned on their backs.

Then the girl on the ground felt that she was pinched by that person, just like she usually pinches a doll.

She was flying through the clouds and fog, and in the bumps, she saw shadows of people.

"Chen Yigeng, raise your hands, this place is full of police officers."

Zhao Chuanxin took out mud trowel gloves and sand, built a stone wall in front of him, and took out the Ares M1907 submachine gun.

The little girl is like a pendant on his arm, as light as nothing, and does not hinder him from pulling the handle of the machine to load it.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the stone wall and shouted: "Stop, you are already surrounded by Chen Yigeng."

"..."

"If you don't surrender, we will shoot?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Then let me drive first."

The devil's crystal glasses can roughly see the opponent's position through the stone wall.

He leaned forward like lightning, and the submachine gun in his hand rang.

chug chug...

The distance was a bit far, coupled with the impressive accuracy of the opponent behind the bunker and the submachine gun, he did not hit anyone.

But a series of bullets startled the policemen with long guns and short guns.

What kind of firepower is this?
John Browning, who was about to leave the land of right and wrong, suddenly stopped.

He turned back sharply.

From his position, he could see Zhao Chuanxin behind the stone wall.

He also saw the Ares M1907 submachine gun in Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

Zhao Chuanxin held the little girl in one arm and shot again.

chug chug...

The way the tongue of flame spews out is beautiful and shocking, which fascinates him as an expert in firearms design.

John Browning's head was buzzing.

Falk, isn't that the kind of gun?
What kind of immortal speed of fire is this?What kind of enigmatic firepower is this?

Zhao Chuanxin fired one shot at a time, and retreated while fighting. A group of policemen were so suppressed that they couldn't hold their heads up.

John Browning was dumbfounded.

With this dazed effort, Zhao Chuanxin had already run to his vicinity.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him with a surprised expression on his face.

He rushed over quickly and stuffed the girl into John Browning's arms: "Look after me."

As he said, he quickly put on his mud trowel gloves, and built another stone wall here.

John Browning froze for two seconds.

He has never heard of the magic of gathering sand into a tower.

The police had opened fire, but the aim was mediocre, and the occasional bullet hit the stone wall, but it couldn't penetrate it.

John Browning was relieved, and he asked, "Are you the owner of Ethan Manor?"

In the whole world, there is currently only one submachine gun. It is said that it was rubbed out by hand... It is in the hands of the owner of the Ethan Manor.

I just didn't expect that the owner of the manor would be of Asian descent.

"I admitted the wrong person." Zhao Chuanxin denied it without any hesitation.

"This..." John Browning hugged the girl, looked at the submachine gun, and then at Zhao Chuanxin: "I recognize the gun."

This made Zhao Chuanxin startled: "Who are you?"

"John Moses Browning!"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes glared: "Well, you old boy, you didn't give face before, and you couldn't be summoned repeatedly, and now you still dare to stand in front of me?"

John Browning was sweating on his brow.

Anyone who dares to fight a group of policemen in a shootout is a gangster.

This person will not kill him, will he?

By this time it was too late and the sun was sinking.

The dark twilight, coming from afar, divides the sky into two colors of gold and blue that gradually merge with the high-rise buildings.

The sunset over the skyline of Manhattan and the neon lights give the city a filter texture.

Zhao Chuanxin began to undress and dress, and put on the fortitude armor that smelled of sweat, not to be moved by the bullets rattling against the stone wall.

That calm moved John Browning.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat: "What is the principle of this gun?"

Zhao Chuanxin fastened the mouth, and said lightly: "The principle is to launch the magnetic needle with high-strength electromagnetic force generated by the coil in the gun chamber. A transient capacitor system is adopted. The coil only generates a pulsed high-strength electromagnetic field at the moment of emission..."

John Browning blinked. "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Chuanxin put on a skull mask, lit a cigar, and said, "I just want to tell you, since you're not invited, then be sensible and shut up, because it has nothing to do with you!"

"..."

John Browning scratched his head.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin put away his submachine gun and took out a horse card.

John Browning blurted out: "This is the gun I designed..."

You are so awesome, why do you still use my gun?
Continental Luzi is a semi-automatic pistol designed by him in 1902. It was put into production by FN Company of Belgium and Colt Company of the United States in 1903, called FN M1903 and Browning M1903 respectively.

What Zhao Chuanxin is holding in his hand is FN M1903, which is larger and heavier, and also uses a larger caliber of ammunition.

Strictly speaking, the ones produced in the United States are called horse brand luzi.

The members of the insurance team are all made in the United States.

Zhao Chuanxi held up the gun and looked at it: "Okay, I'll use it for a few days first, and then I'll make a pistol that is even better than the horse brand Luzi, hehe."

"..."

John Browning was speechless.

In the past, he would have scoffed and ridiculed.

If the gun is so well designed, then everyone is an expert in gun design.

But now, he dare not be stubborn.

Seeing is believing, do you know if someone has the strength?
Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of his cigar and glanced at him: "Old boy, I warn you, keep your mouth shut and don't say what you shouldn't say after you go out."

Before John Browning could answer, he stepped out.

"It's time to perform the real technique."

Zhao Chuanxin launched a charge!

These cops aren't very good with marksmanship.

As he ran, few bullets actually hit him.

On the other side, the chief secret service agent couldn't help being dumbfounded when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin didn't run away, but rushed towards the police.

Who would do such a normal person?

But Wilhelmina breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhao Chuanxin put on his battered and battered suit.

Others don't know, but she knows that Zhao Chuanxin, who is wearing a battle suit, is invulnerable.

The chief secret service agent saw that the scene was even more chaotic, with bullets flying and gunshots, and regardless of Wilhelmina's opinion, he said to the coachman, "Let's go."

As he walked, he looked back.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin raise his hand and shoot, a policeman leaning forward was shot in the shoulder, and the rifle fell to the ground.

Good marksmanship!
That distance is already the limit of the pistol.

boom!
Another policeman was shot in the shoulder.

The Chief Secret Service agent narrowed his eyes.

He could see that Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to kill people.

This makes Zhao Chuanxin's shooting skills even more miraculous.

You can play wherever you want.

Zhao Chuanxin stood in the middle of the encirclement, not covering up, holding guns in both hands to lock the center shaft, and the lower plate was stable.As long as the upper body is turned, anyone who dares to probe will be hit.

After injuring three people in a row, none of the police dared to show their faces.

John Browning, Chief Secret Service Agent, and the police, only "Fack" can describe the mood at this time.

John Browning said in his heart: I made the gun, but it has nothing to do with me being able to use it so well...

However, there was a faint feeling in my heart - the pleasure of creating a magic weapon and being used by the peerless God of War.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "You have been surrounded by Chen Yigeng, I advise you to surrender!"

police:"……"

"Damn Faker, there is only one of him, we both got up and shot at the same time, remember to shoot more accurately!"

It was so arrogant, it made people feel suffocated.

The two counted to three and suddenly stood up at the same time.

Bang, bang!
However, the two shots were not fired by them...

They are the ones who fell!

Still shot in the shoulder.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

In terms of precision, skills are not as good as people.

In terms of rate of fire, he is still defeated.

The two are no match for one!
They didn't dare to probe, Zhao Chuanxin ran forward carelessly instead.

After arriving at a bunker, the policeman trembled with fear.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked the rifle in his hand away.

"Get up you!"

Pulling the policeman as a human shield and walking towards other bunkers...

(End of this chapter)