mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 412

Zhao Chuanxin had already thought about this, waiting for work with ease, and killed them by surprise.

Such is the beauty of the age of poor communications and slow traffic.

Although there are cars, New York City does not have the strength to allocate cars to every policeman.

And even if you have a car, you won't be able to run fast with a flat belly.

The police rushing to help were repelled by a wave of metal bullets. Zhao Chuanxin changed the bullet chain and continued to lie between the two Maxims.

He is really not afraid of being surrounded.

First of all, it is impossible for all the police in New York to come, and secondly, so what if they are surrounded?

The east is the East River, the north is full of buildings, and the south is the Upper Bay outside Battery Park. He can easily escape if he can't fight.

The two sides once again reached a stalemate.

Inside the first division.

Originally using binoculars to see the policeman rushing to help his teammates, he just cheered up, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin would lose if the two sides double-teamed.

Unexpectedly, he was beaten back as soon as he showed his head.

Morale fell to the bottom for a while.

"How to do?"

"Continue to negotiate."

As a result, the door of the first branch was opened again.

Some police officers missed the target and raised the white flag.

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

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "History is always so surprisingly similar."

The man said, "We are going to release your men now."

"casual."

"..."

The Smith brothers filed out of the first inning.

"Boss, is that you?" Second Smith burst into tears.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even get up to answer: "How much Smith?"

"second."

"Second Smith, take your brother back to work."

Seven Smith was the more impulsive one. He asked, "Boss, what about you? Don't you need our help?"

Er Smith kicked him: "Don't be ashamed, what can you do to help?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Let's go, I won't be able to catch the Fifth Avenue tram in a while."

Smith: "..."

After Brother Smith left.

The police officer holding the white flag continued to ask, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I want you to help me find someone."

"Who?"

"Kang Youwei of the Imperial Constitutional Council."

The policeman holding the white flag was stunned.

They received money from the Imperial Constitutional Council, Zhao Chuanxin came to the door, and the condition for withdrawing was to find their benefactor?

The expression of the police officer holding the white flag was changing: "Wait, I want to ask my superiors for instructions."

The New York City police often play free and black tricks.

But that depends on people, ordinary criminals, everything is easy to say.

However, for funders like Kang Youwei who are already considered capitalists, the New York police still have to take their "reputation" into account.

The reaction of the director of the first branch is very interesting. Zhao Chuanxin killed so many of their people, he was able to discuss with Zhao Chuanxin and let him withdraw.

But when Zhao Chuanxin asked them to find out the benefactor,
"No!" The chief said grandly, "We are the police, how can we help the criminal? Since he is not willing to withdraw or surrender, let's wait for our reinforcements to arrive. He cannot escape. "

At this time, a policeman knocked on the door: "Director, the New York Times called. They asked what happened? Witnesses called them to report what happened here, and they want to send a reporter over."

"Tell them not to come!"

……

Zhao Chuanxin didn't wait for a reply, so he was not in a hurry.

Feeling his lower abdomen swollen, he got up and walked a few steps, untied his belt and drained the water.

His position is very elegant, the police reinforcements are on the left, and the first precinct is on the right, how can he face the two sideways.

It can be seen that his protection of "privacy" is very strict.

After a cold war, Zhao Chuanxin pulled up his pants and walked back.

At this time, on the porch of a restaurant, a policeman took a Springfield M1892 and aimed at Zhao Chuanxin.

This kind of rifle was the main combat equipment of the US Marine Corps when the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China.

boom!
In the distance, Zhao Chuanxin fell down in response.

The sniper was overjoyed: "I knocked him down!"

"As expected of a sharpshooter in the Marine Corps."

"Shet, awesome!"

The rush to rescue the police was very exciting.

"Come on, let's grab this son of a bitch and tear him to pieces!"

Having said that, no one dared to go forward alone.

The superintendent ordered at least half of the troops, and proceeded cautiously with a gun.

The rest stayed where they were, ready to shoot at any time.

50 meters, 30 meters, 20 meters...

Zhao Chuanxin, who was "holding the corpse" on the ground, suddenly turned over, and swept across with the God of War M1907 in a lying position.

chug chug...

A shuttle of bullets knocked down eight people, and the rest fled in embarrassment.

Zhao Chuanxin lay back down again, took out the Mauser bullets and reloaded the ammunition.

"Fack, the despicable fellow!"

"Damn!"

The superintendent rushed to rescue and yelled, but to no avail.

At this moment, a policeman said out of breath, "Superintendent, the reporters from The New York Times, The New York News, and The New York Evening Post are all here, and they asked to take a close-up interview."

Just as the superintendent was about to speak, the police outside couldn't stop the journalists who were as excited as sharks smelling blood.

They carried cameras, paper and pens on their backs, and charged forward like front-line soldiers.

Zhao Chuanxin faintly heard the movement and looked up.

He rolled his eyes, took out the Judgment Whip, tore off a piece of white cloth from a piece of bed sheet, and whistled.

As the whistle sounded, the Whip of Judgment stirred up the white cloth a little bit, and stood upright.

Over there, a little policeman suddenly said to the superintendent: "Look, he has put up a white flag."

The superintendent frowned: "I won't be fooled a second time."

The little policeman was unsure: "What if he really wants to surrender?"

The superintendent glanced at him: "Okay, go up and ask him yourself to see what he wants to do."

Small police:"……"

Damn myself, cheap mouth!

Zhao Chuanxin raised the white flag for a while, and then heard a young policeman shout from a long distance: "Chen Yigeng, do you want to surrender?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "I want you to let the reporter in."

The little policeman breathed a sigh of relief, his back was wet with cold sweat.

He ran back quickly and reported the situation to the superintendent.

The superintendent flatly refused: "No."

How embarrassing is it to say that there are nearly a thousand people besieging one person?

Moreover, they received money from the Imperial Constitutional Council, and it would be a scandal if this matter were leaked out.

Although they are not afraid of this.

However, just as Zhao Chuanxin was raising the white flag, Gerald Stanley of the New York World had already sneaked in while they were not paying attention.

When the other reporters saw it, they immediately yelled, "If you let us in, why can the New York World go there?"

The superintendent was taken aback.

Looking back, sure enough, the bald reporter was running fast with the camera in his arms.

"Fack!" the Superintendent said angrily.

"Since he's all gone, isn't it bad for us?"

The police at this time, unlike later generations, are not afraid of taking responsibility.

The superintendent sneered: "If you are not afraid of death, go ahead."

Xin said it would be better for these sons of bitches to be killed by Chen Yigeng.

It's already like this, the surroundings are full of office buildings, and the news cannot be hidden from the eyes of everyone.

Besides, Gerald Stanley had already slipped by and smashed everything.

The rest of the reporters rushed in after hearing the words.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that some reporters had been let in, and wanted to wipe off the muddy water and blood on his body with a rag, but he gave up after another thought.

When a group of reporters approached, they saw the corpse of the policeman lying in a pool of blood, and grinned and walked away.

They said they were not afraid, but in fact, after seeing Zhao Chuanxin clearly from a distance, these people were still timid and timid.

Zhao Chuanxin waved as if he was greeting his neighbors while walking in the evening: "You, come here."

Gerald Stanley: "…"

In the end, among the group of people, he was the one with the most courage, and gritted his teeth and walked over.

Zhao Chuanxin chatted with him: "What's your name?"

"The New York World, Gerald Stanley."

"How did you get here?"

"I came by car."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Not bad, the car is allocated. When you came over, did you see the police who came to rescue?"

"Uh...I see." Gerald Stanley reacted: "Sir, it's time for me to interview you."

"Wait, what weapons are these policemen carrying?"

"I think I saw a heavy machine gun."

"What?"

"Can't remember."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper, smoked a cigarette, and began to draw: "Is it like this?"

When painting, the banquet fell on the paper, and Zhao Chuanxin swiped away to continue painting.

Gerald Stanley was amazed to see that Zhao Chuanxin could outline the shape with just a few strokes, which requires a deep painting skill.

"Yes, this is it."

"Hehe, potato digger."

Zhao Chuanxin knew all the weapons in the world at that time.

After all, the neighbor always hoards grain, and if he doesn't hoard guns, he will be sorry for the granary.

The potato digger, the Colt M1895, is also a heavy machine gun designed by John Browning.

As long as it's not pushing the cannon, it's perfectly fine.

Gerald Stanley asked tentatively, "Mr. Chen, right?"

"Well, almost."

"Um, Mr. Chen, why did you clash with the New York police? Can you tell me the whole story?"

"Very possible..."

Zhao Chuanxin's nonsense came out as soon as he opened his mouth.

The core of the story is similar to the first part of "First Blood" - he was doing business with a few friends, and he was framed and chased by the police without provoking anyone.

Gerald Stanley interrupted him: "Wait, you said it has something to do with skin color, excuse me, Mr. Chen, are you black? Your name is more like Chinese."

"Well, maybe maybe, more or less. I'll go on..."

after awhile.

Gerald Stanley interrupted again: "Wait, Mr. Chen, you said that the people of the Imperial Constitutional Council did all kinds of evil?"

"Yes, these people are very evil, robbing and extorting money from ordinary overseas Chinese people, especially the one named Kang Youwei, who is an out-and-out villain..."

Zhao Chuanxin added oil and vinegar, especially telling out a series of ugly faces of Kang Youwei in detail.

Gerald Stanley's eyes lit up: "Mr. Chen, do you know how much money this person has?"

People are more interested in the amount of money, which is an excellent topic.

This Zhao Chuanxin really doesn't know.

Kang Youwei is good at making money, and he is also good at making money. There are countless investment fields.

He slapped his thigh: "Let me tell you this, he bought an island in Sweden and spent 150 million. This is all the hard-earned money of overseas Chinese. Tell me, is this person really bad?"

"Bad, bad bastard with sores on the top of the head and pus on the soles of the feet!" Gerald Stanley felt sympathetically.

Because the Chinese can really endure hardships, never complain, and work hard.

It is an unforgivable thing to embezzle their hard-earned money just from their hard work.

The rest of the reporters had already surrounded them, but they didn't dare to move forward.

But there was no delay in taking pictures and recording.

After talking about the ugly faces of the Imperial Constitutional Council and Kang Youwei, Zhao Chuanxin arranged for the New York police.

Although New York doesn't use his choreography, and even the tabloid reporters present know a little about their conduct, it's always good to have new stories to dig out.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "They chased me from the tenth bureau. I warned them that if they chased me again, I would report their scandal to the reporter. The director of the tenth bureau told me that in New York he and the first bureau The two directors are gods. So what if you kill innocent people indiscriminately? So what if you tell the reporter? The reporter is a fart..."

"Very well, I guarantee that your news will spread throughout New York, the whole country, and the world as soon as possible."

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "Everyone, let me teach you how to write titles..."

　6 After the change is over, get on the bus and give the ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)