mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 409 Boom, Boom, Boom

On the way to the hospital, Chen Yigeng said again: "Boss, the ground..."

Situ Meitang interrupted him with a smile: "No matter what is on the ground, this gun has already settled the grievances, so don't mention it from now on."

Chen Yigeng shed tears and clenched his fists.

Situ Meitang hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "He is Zhao Chuanxin, please keep quiet."

He believed that after what happened today, Chen Yigeng would not act recklessly again.

Simply tell him the truth.

Chen Yigeng's eyes straightened: "Impossible, this is impossible!"

Zhao Chuanxin is like a god in his heart, with a majestic and tall image, how could he be that despicable villain who even bullies women?
This subverted his three views.

Situ Meitang had already been carried into the carriage, and he shouted to Ronaldinho: "Franklin, you stay and see if you can help."

Xiao Luo's face was pale: "Mr. Situ, I think things are beyond my control. He is right, he won't stay overnight if there is a grudge..."

Situ Meitang: "..."

……

Zhao Chuanxin, who wanted to keep a low profile, never thought that something like today would happen.

Charles Baker ate the bear's heart and leopard's gall.

He was smoking a cigar, and in his hand was a loaded God of War M1907: "Fake Squid, I'm going to kill you today!"

bang, bang, bang...

The police shot first.

Zhao Chuanxin followed closely behind.

chug chug...

After losing the devil crystal glasses, Zhao Chuanxin almost couldn't even use a gun.

Very poor accuracy.

Everyone fell to the ground and covered their ears.

The dinner plates and wine glasses in the banquet hall suffered disaster, and were shattered and splashed. The powerful momentum of the bullets caused the lobster to collapse to a height of half a meter, causing the knife and fork to spin and fly out.

The two policemen opened their arms, their bodies trembling after being hit by an unknown number of bullets.

Zhao Chuanxin moved forward while firing.

On the other hand, the police wanted to confront Zhao Chuanxin at first, but they only held on for less than three seconds before starting to retreat.

More than a dozen runners are not as powerful as a God of War M1907.

But soon Zhao Chuanxin's magazine was empty.

In the past, he could take away a few more with one magazine, but now only two people were shot and killed by him on the spot.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin saw that Charles Baker and Frank Gale were about to slip away.

He quickly put away the Ares M1907 and took out the Mosin Nagant rifle.

Aim, shoot.

boom!
Missed.

"Boiled!"

Zhao Chuanxin took the rifle directly and took out the horse brand.

Arthur Gompers shivered with his arms around his daughter.

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was fierce, but he didn't know that he was so fierce.

The blood-red dividing line on Isaiah's body just now almost scared him to pee.

Hearing the gunshots outside, he looked up curiously and saw Zhao Chuanxin rushing to the police only a few meters away and shooting.

Almost put the gun in the face of the police.

Bang bang, bang.

Gunshots are such a beat.

Arthur Gompers was so frightened when he saw the policeman's head exploded that he dared not look any further.

He said to the girl in his arms: "I'll take you home, we don't care if we die!"

He'd been beaten and, worst of all, assassinated by his masked employer, Marguerite Gompers had seen it all and had a mental breakdown.

But no matter how bad the mental problem is, it is better than following Zhao Chuanxin.

Thinking about this gap, Zhao Chuanxin had already pierced the police line of defense.

He stood among seven or eight policemen, covering his face with his left arm for protection, holding a gun in his right hand, shooting from left to right, back and forth.

Because the distance was close enough, the police were killed in an instant.

The Smith brothers held their heads in the corner and witnessed all this.

Big Smith said "Fack" again and again.

Second Smith said: "Brother, the boss is also tough!"

Seven Smith muttered: "Don't hit me..."

Zhao Chuanxin emptied this place.

He said to Brother Smith: "Check the people here to see if there are any of their accomplices."

After he finished speaking, he chased out.

The intersection of Fifth Avenue and 30th Street in Manhattan.

The drizzle did not stop, and the light of street lamps gave warmth to the cold weather.

The lights that make up the name of the store are flashing on the street.

Gunshots immediately broke the peaceful atmosphere.

Passers-by and business owners in shops on the street witnessed today's bizarre gun battle.

In front, there were six or seven policemen and two plainclothes men fleeing.

The owner of a bakery looked out curiously to see how many people there were before the police could be chased into a bereaved dog.

He only saw one person.

"Watt's Falk..."

After Zhao Chuanxin chased them out, he was worried that they would run away, so he looked around and saw the stables next to the Holland Hotel.

He got in and cut off Mi Shan's rein with a single blow.

The tacit understanding of one person and one horse has been cooperated long ago, so there is no need to say more.

blah blah blah...

Zhao Chuanxin ran on the right side of the street, and the police and Charles Baker and Frank Gale ran on the left.

Frank Gale was gutted.

At the beginning, after he captured the perverted serial murderer, he had a chance to be specially recruited into the police force.

However, he chose to decline because he earns more as a private eye.

This time it was still because of money that he chose to stand in line.

The result was the wrong team.

He was running, heard the sound of horseshoes, looked to the right, and saw Zhao Chuanxin riding a horse.

Frank Gale's fine hair stood on end.

It is said that humans used to have the ability to blow hair like animals, as evidenced by a word: furious.

Zhao Chuanxin controlled the horse and charged forward in a diagonal thrust.

The pistol was replaced with a Winchester M1897 shotgun.

boom……

boom……

boom……

This weapon was so hopeless in close combat that it came to be known as the "trench harvester".

After the bullet was emptied, everyone, including Frank Gale, was shattered.

Zhao Chuanxin got off his horse.

Go over there, and hand over the police wheels one by one, regardless of whether they are dead or not.

First came to Frank Gale, who had seven or eight wounds on his cheeks and neck and was bleeding.

"Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?" Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath in order to suppress the anger that was surging again.

Devil crystal glasses...

Frank Gale said in horror: "It's none of my business, I just provided information."

Zhao Chuanxin began to stuff the shotgun into the chamber.

"right."

The Winchester M1897 can be fed with 5+1 rounds of shotgun, one of which is in a loaded standby state.

Zhao Chuanxin deliberately moved slowly to give Frank Gale enough time to fear.

Frank Gale freaked out.

"I can make it up, I will give you money, I will do things for you..."

"Flowers have a day to bloom again, but no one is young again. I will give everyone a chance, if you can't grasp it, forget it."

said,

boom!
awful!
Charles Baker was sitting on the floor leaning against a lamppost.

His clothes were riddled with holes, his lungs must have leaked, and he was breathing like a bellows.

"You can't kill me."

Zhao Chuanxin held his gun, bared his teeth and asked, "Are you staying overnight?"

"You are Zhao Chuanxin!" Charles Baker said with difficulty: "Yes, I know, I have already told someone about you. As long as I die, your identity will be exposed!"

Zhao Chuanxin's heart skipped a beat.

He is not afraid of his identity being known by some people, such as Da Luo and the others already know it.

But it cannot be made public.

"who knows?"

"Then I can't tell you." Charles Baker said slyly.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun, took out the whip of judgment, and blew the "Hanging Divine Comedy".

The Whip of Judgment strangled Charles Baker's arm, and the barb popped out. With force, it shredded his clothes, pierced into the flesh, released anticoagulant ingredients, and began to suck blood.

Charles Baker was terrified.

Is this scarier?

"If you don't say it, it will keep sucking until you become a mummy."

"I can not say."

"Then let's see who will take it first!" Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Everyone screams and beats the rats crossing the street, you are overthinking. Which 'everyone' has the courage, you let him come over and have a try."

Having said that, Zhao Chuanxin's heart is still pounding after losing the devil's crystal glasses.

Captain Zhao, the master of marksmanship, is no longer there.

But even so, Zhao Chuanxin's toughness now is enough to make Charles Baker soft: "I said, I said, stop sucking my blood!"

Zhao Chuanxin whistled.

The Whip of Judgment loosened him.

Charles Baker said, "I told Kang Youwei."

Zhao Chuanxin was furious, it was him again!

This hypocrite is really screwed, he dares to get involved in anyone's affairs.

Do you think that Zhao Chuanxin is Cixi, and he can escape the sanctions as long as he flees?

Think more!
He asked, "Is there any more?"

Charles Baker's eyeballs were raised, which meant that he was ready to invent a lie.

Zhao Chuanxin knew it, and raised his gun.

boom!
Zhao Chuanxin turned around and found a policeman who was not dead.

"Which police station are you from?"

"The... tenth inning."

boom!
Finished knife.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at a clothing store not far away, and the boss who was peeping was shocked by his look and backed away.

Zhao Chuanxin walked straight into the clothing store, and Mi Shan followed step by step.

If the boss's body is like a sieve, it is difficult to restrain.

This person killed without blinking an eye, killing seven New York police officers and two plainclothes officers in a row.

Isn't it murderous now, even he is going to kill him together?

"If you want money, just take it. It's none of my business. I haven't seen anything."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "So what do you see? Let me ask you something, where is the Tenth Bureau of the Manhattan Police Department?"

"On the Lower East Side, East Houston Street."

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "You didn't see anything, did you?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." The boss nodded his head.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "What do you think of the Chinese?"

At this time, he was wearing a skull mask, and the boss couldn't tell what race he was.

So the boss was taken aback.

If you only talk about being clever, the boss has two choices at this time: discriminate, or not discriminate.

Which answer can live depends on who Zhao Chuanxin is.

If it's the Southern Front, or the 3G Party, the boss says discrimination will live.

If Zhao Chuanxin is Chinese, then he will live without discrimination.

The boss broke out in a cold sweat.

It's so hard to live!
In the end, he decided to answer according to his heart: "I think they are very hardworking, although they have weird clothes and hair, that's all."

Zhao Chuanxin twitched his mouth, took a towel from the shelf, and threw a few coins on the counter, Shi Shiran left.

The boss, who had been closed for a while, fell to the ground, gasping for breath...

(End of this chapter)