mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 411

East Houston Street, Tenth Inning.

The policemen in the police station suddenly heard the sound of horses.

They turned their heads in surprise, and found that a tall horse ran into the police station. It was very majestic, as strong as a draft horse.

Sitting on the horseback was an equally tall and muscular man.

Among other things, the skull mask is familiar to all New York police officers.

"Chen Yigeng!"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Grandpa is here!"

"..."

There was no sound in the police station, and a needle could be heard.

All the police officers put their hands on their holsters, but no one dared to act rashly.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the Winchester M1897 on his shoulders, and glanced across the audience: "Gentlemen, you have two paths to take today. First, release the people from the dining car gang. Second, I will bloodbath the tenth inning. "

No one answered.

The sound of leather shoes sounded, and Charles G. Meyers, the Chief of the [-]th Bureau of the New York City Police Department, noticed something was wrong and walked out.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin, who was slashing his sword immediately, his body froze.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him: "Let people go, or blood flow into rivers?"

Charles G. Meyers said angrily: "You crazy, cold-blooded bastard, kill him for me..."

boom……

Zhao Chuanxin rang the Winchester M1897.

Charles G. Meyers flew upside down.

The chest was bloody and bloody.

Some people drew their guns, while others stood still.

But still no one dared to shoot.

It was rumored that Chen Yigeng was invulnerable.

Seeing how cowardly they were, Zhao Chuanxin sneered and said, "The 35 police stations in New York have all disarmed, and none of them is a man!

Let people go, or bloodbath the tenth inning? "

The deputy director's voice trembled: "Let people go!"

Several Jews were imprisoned here.

After they were released, they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

I boil...

These people are dumbfounded.

It was the first time I saw someone so tough that he single-handedly broke into the police station for an important person.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed around with Winchester M1897 in his hand: "I don't care how you want to be wanted, but from today onwards, I will walk on the street blatantly. If any policeman dares to stop me, I will bloodbath the police station he belongs to." !"

After speaking, he turned his horse's head.

Even if they showed their backs, no one dared to shoot.

Zhao Chuanxin turned back and added: "What kind of Imperial Constitutional Council, you can collect the money, and if I can spend it until the end of the rainy season, I will lose!"

A group of Jews looked at Zhao Chuanxin with fanaticism.

After going out, someone asked: "Boss, we will go with you to save other brothers."

"Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, you have to stay innocent in the world. You just join in the fun and find Abraham to work and make money."

"..."

Alone, Zhang San is the most out-of-algorithm lunatic.

When a group of people shout, the nature changes.

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the first branch.

The police here have already received the wind, not only recalled all the people on the street, but also dispatched more than 50 policemen from the third and fifth precincts.

The number of police here is as high as six or seven hundred.

When Zhao Chuanxin's men and horses appeared nearby, someone shouted with a loudspeaker: "Chen Yigeng, put down your weapons and surrender immediately..."

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback.

Didn't expect so many people to show up.

Normally, most of the police officers in the police station will go out to patrol the streets, and there will not be too many people left behind.

He got off his horse and patted Mi Shan on the neck: "Run farther, and listen to my whistle later."

blah blah...

Yone Shan fled away knowingly.

Zhao Chuanxin took a run-up, jumped five meters high, and landed on the roof of the coffee shop.

There were two reasons why the First Division was so heavily armed.

One is that Zhao Chuanxin just collapsed the director of the tenth bureau, and the director of the first branch was scared.

The second is that the municipal building is not far behind them.

Zhao Chuanxin originally wanted to go to the White House to meet Da Luo.

Now that he doesn't have the devil's crystal glasses, he definitely won't go there, but it's quite attractive to venture into the New York Municipal Building.

But today's log is not here.

He went to the roof of the coffee shop, took advantage of the commanding heights, and took out the Mosin Nagant to aim.

boom!
Not surprisingly, nothing was hit.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin felt angry.

The corners of the mouth are blistered.

Sixty to seventy percent of the power of ten successes has gone.

He was forced to develop from a ranged mage to a melee mage.

Seeing that the distance was too far to work, Zhao Chuanxin got up and ran towards the first branch on the roof.

As a result, the policemen who were waiting in full battle over there lost track of him.

"What about people?"

"I didn't see it."

"Be careful."

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly fell from the sky.

boom!
The two policemen were beaten back.

Crack, boom!

bang, bang, bang...

The sounds of shotguns, revolvers, and rifles joined together, and the melee officially began.

"Fack, where did he come from?"

"Quick, kill him!"

Melee mage Zhao Chuanxin jumped directly into the bunker and shot in circles.

After clearing the Winchester M1897, a barrage of bullets hit him, covering his eyes with his arm, making it nearly impossible to return fire.

"Fuck you!"

Zhao Chuanxin blocked the door, rushed towards a policeman, knocked him into the air, and rolled on the spot.

He grabbed the policeman on the ground and used his body to block the front. Only then did he have the time to load the horse brand reel and shoot forward on the side of the policeman's body.

In the French Baroque-style Dartmouth Building, countless white-collar workers in the office witnessed the shootout of the New York City First Precinct.

The Dartmouth Building is less than 500 meters away from the First Precinct, and people with good eyesight can see clearly.

A man rushed into the encirclement of hundreds of policemen, ran wildly, and then carried a dead body, and retreated a group of policemen chasing them into the police station.

"Oh, Shet! Am I blinded?"

"No, you read that right, someone is indeed attacking the police station."

Hundreds of police officers fought back while walking around.

The bullets of the Madsen machine gun were not replenished. Maxim had bullets but could not be erected in the firefight. Zhao Chuanxin's biggest killers were Winchester M1897 and Ares M1907.

Ares M1907 has only one magazine, and he intends to keep it for critical moments.

It is inconvenient to use the Winchester M1897 to push the corpse forward with one hand, so you can only use the Continental brand to push it forward.

Now he wanted to force all the policemen into the police station, but there were too many of them, maybe it was because of the superiority in numbers that gave them confidence. After leaving more than ten corpses behind, only a few dozen or so people retreated.

After Zhao Chuanxin emptied five magazines, he gave a loud shout and charged forward with his hands holding the rotten corpse.

The white-collar workers in the Dartmouth building exclaimed at the same time.

The condescending perspective makes them very enjoyable to watch.

Who has seen the scene of one person charging hundreds of people?
Relying on momentum, Zhao Chuanxin broke into the police team for the second time, drew out the elf carving knife and slashed left and right.

The elf carving knife that can extend up to two meters long was cut, and the human gun was shattered.

The rainwater on the ground turned red and flowed slowly.

Even though the shock absorbing effect of the fortitude armor is excellent, but after being shot too many times, there is always an inexhaustible force. First of all, when he raised his left arm that was blocking the front door, he began to feel numb, and his elbow ached.

The police force began to panic.

Because the crowd was too dense, many people shot and accidentally injured their own people.

There are broken limbs everywhere, as if returning to the hellish ancient battlefield.

Finally someone was scared by Zhao Chuanxin's peerless weapon and shouted: "Return to the police station!"

"Fack, the policeman was killed by that man and retreated from the police station."

"It's so miserable, there are corpses all over the ground!"

"I'm boiling, look, even the ground is red!"

Zhao Chuanxin killed even his own eyes red, covered in blood, like a madman.

The last policeman who entered the police station just happened to look back and stared at Zhao Chuanxin's blood-red eyes, and suddenly his ghosts froze.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they all retreated to the police station, and the door was closed tightly.

With a chuckle, he also retreated to find a position and set up Ma Keqin.

Inside the police station.

"What is he doing?"

"I don't know, I can't see clearly."

"Everyone go to the windows, use the walls as cover and shoot."

"Call other branches for help!"

was talking.

Tata Tata...

The doors and windows were torn apart in an instant, and the outer wall of the first branch seemed to be peeling off quickly, as if the years had accelerated.

"Fake!"

"It's a heavy machine gun!"

A group of policemen were dumbfounded.

Urban street fighting, what maxim are you playing?

Some watched from the window, and their eyeballs were blown out by 7.92 caliber Mauser bullets.

The [-] rounds of canvas ammunition were successfully emptied, and Zhao Chuanxin suspended the firepower.

He listened attentively, but there was no movement in the police station.

If there is no movement, it means that they are all hiding, and there is no point in continuing to fire.

Without the see-through function, he couldn't see what was going on inside, so he lit a cigarette and lay down on the muddy ground to rest.

Anyway, the body is already full of blood.

Suddenly, a gap opened in the gate of the police station, and someone came out shivering with a piece of white cloth picked up with a mop.

"Chen Yigeng, don't fire, I'm here to negotiate."

Inside the Dartmouth Building.

"Damn Faker, everyone, look, the [-]st Precinct of New York City has raised the white flag to surrender..."

"what?"

Everyone looked down in disbelief.

This may be the first and last time in history that the NYPD will raise the white flag.

Zhao Chuanxin turned over and lay on his stomach, looked up, and lazily replied: "What are you talking about?"

"We decided to let him go."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Isn't it right to let people go? Those people didn't break the law. You took black money."

"We let people go, can you leave?"

"cannot!"

"Why?" The man over there said with anger in his tone.

He felt somewhat shameless.

Do you really think you can cover the sky with just one hand?

Waiting for the rescue team to come and make dumplings for you, how can you still be arrogant?

Can you beat tens of thousands of police officers in New York?

If you kill [-] pigs, you have to cut them until you are soft.

Zhao Chuanxin said indifferently: "Just like you collect money to arrest innocent people, for fun."

In fact, he still has something for them to do, but it's not ready yet.

"you……"

Zhao Chuanxin fired a shot according to the sky.

boom.

The man shrank his neck and stepped back quickly.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin saw a large team of rescue police rushing in the distance.

He bared his teeth.

A tortoise with a shrunken head can't beat it, but a tortoise with an outcropping head never runs away.

Maxim was also confiscated here, and another one was set up in the opposite direction.

Tata Tata...

The police who had just rushed to the rescue immediately ran away with their heads in their hands.

After they received a call for help, they learned that there was only one enemy.

Now it seems that this person is playing a trick of besieging the spot.

Is it okay to surround the spot alone to fight for aid?

(End of this chapter)