mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 416 The King of New York
Zhao Chuanxin, smoking a cigarette, was waiting for the other side to fire.

Rescuing the dining car gang was just a matter of convenience.

He is actually delaying time on purpose.

Because the police are all gathered here, there have been many incidents of robbery, vandalism and intentional wounding in Manhattan, and the crime rate has been rising.

Finally, the mayor and council of New York City were alarmed, and they suspended the municipal bond issuance and focused on the first precinct.

Tata Tata...

Gunshots.

The corners of Zhao Chuanxin's mouth twitched and he pulled the trigger almost at the same time.

Tata Tata...

At the same time, the police in the First Precinct also began to fight back.

Zhao Chuanxin felt the "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound of bullets piercing through the air, and countless bullets hit the stone wall, causing gravel and dirt to fly together.

The glass of shops on both sides of Pearl Street was shattered, and the walls were peeled off by bullets.

This is why the police have been hesitant to use heavy machine guns.

The damage to the city is too great.

In particular, Zhao Chuanxin discovered that a street lamp pole on the street was pierced by a bullet, and the gas supply pipe connected to the light pole was damaged.

Suddenly there was a gas leak, making a "chi chi chi" sound.

boom……

Perhaps it was the concentration of the gas, which was just at the explosion point, and the bullet collided with the metal light pole and sparked, and the light pole finally exploded.

Zhao Chuanxin shrank his neck in fright.

Fortunately, he was in the middle of the street, far away from there, and was a bit fragmented. When he flew in, his kinetic energy was exhausted, and he was covered by the Fortitude Armor, so he was safe and secure.

The policemen on both sides also noticed that the gas lamps had exploded, and they couldn't help showing serious expressions on their faces.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes, moved the muzzle of the gun slightly, aimed at the light pole in the direction of the police reinforcements, and poured ammunition on the light pole.

Anyway, everyone hid in the bunker, and the two sides fought for a long time, and no one was hurt.

boom……

The light pole over there exploded.

Zhao Chuanxin looked very happy.

There are no armored vehicles, no armed helicopters, and it is impossible to have artillery in the city.

What a time.

After Zhao Chuanxin fired a chain of bullets, he ceased fire to save bullets.

In the past, he would have been equipped with a sniper rifle, and he would shoot his head if he dared to show his face, which could crush them to death.

Now treat bullets with the same care as money.

"Cease fire, cease fire!"

the superintendent yelled.

A reporter carefully watched from behind the bunker.

I saw that Pearl Street was full of gunpowder smoke, and when the wind blew a little, there was a choking smell of gunpowder everywhere.

There were yellow and orange shell casings all over the floor.

The superintendent picked up the binoculars and looked at it: "He seems to be out of ammunition, so send someone up to encircle him!"

"Sir, could it be his trick?"

Already played this hand yesterday.

The superintendent frowned: "However, you have heard what the municipal government said, they don't want to spend any more.

Go and call the first branch, let them cooperate, follow my orders, and attack Chen Yigeng back and forth! "

After Zhao Chuanxin changed the belt, he listened for a while, flicked the cigarette butt, and crawled to the other side.

He looked at the first branch, and the police came out one after another sneakily.

When dozens of people walked out, he suddenly pulled the trigger.

Tata Tata...

Suddenly people turned on their backs.

"Shet!"

"Go back quickly, this is Chen Yigeng's trick!"

Tata Tata...

When both sides retracted, the potato digger started again.

But Zhao Chuanxin lay on the ground, crossed his arms to protect the front door, and ceased fire again.

Let them consume it.

After the potato digger emptied two clips and jammed three times, police reinforcements finally ceased fire again.

Zhao Chuanxin counted silently for 20 seconds, and when there was no movement, he turned over and looked from the observation port.

Indistinctly, in the distance, there are policemen starting to climb the roof, passing the ladder, and connecting the roof with the roof.

It's a good plan, and it's going to attack from the top of the roof on both sides.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered, immediately put away the two Maxims, and crawled forward on the ground with all fours.

When we got to the side of the street, we got up quickly.

bang, bang, bang...

The police on both sides watched him all the time, and shot him as soon as they saw his figure.

Zhao Chuanxin took a run-up and jumped onto the porch of the coffee shop again, much faster than them, jumping to the roof twice in a row in one breath.

He rushed backwards on the cat waist on the roof.

"He's on the roof, on the roof!"

"Fire, fire..."

bang, bang, bang...

On the roof, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to dodge bullets easily.

After all, the large team is below, and it is inconvenient to shoot upwards, and the roof is undulating, making it difficult to hit.

Those policemen who used ladders to climb up to the roof saw Zhao Chuanxin flying over the eaves and walls like walking on the ground, and their guns were trembling.

Mind broke.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the God of War M1907 and shot while running.

chug chug...

A policeman was shot three times in a row, rolled on the roof of the building, and hit the ground, splashing stagnant water, mixed with blood.

Another policeman scrambled to the edge of the building, trying to get off the ladder.

Zhao Chuanxin emptied the magazine, took out the Winchester M1897, and boom...

The policeman and the ladder fell down.

boom……

boom……

boom……

"New York Daily" reporter Edward Townsend witnessed Zhao Chuanxin's arrogant attitude on the top of the building and took photos.

The newspaper is a giant in the New York press.

Its boss, William Randolph Hearst, was known as the "Hitler" of journalism during World War II and its aftermath.

This newspaper is very distinctive, specializing in two directions, one is yellow news, and the other is dedicated to homicide and violence.

The explosive shootout at the [-]st Precinct on Pearl Street fit the theme of the New York Daily News.

Zhao Chuanxin has emptied the ammunition of the Winchester M1897, and the roof has been emptied.

Spotted, blood spilled on the roof.

Edward Townsend was stunned.

He has never seen such a strong man in such a big age.

He heard the police cursing in tears, and saw a policeman's crotch wet.

He witnessed a group of police officers fleeing in fear of being alone.

Also felt the wrath of the brave men who shot at the roofs.

However, the person on the roof has completely occupied the high ground, moved his body back, and all the bullets missed.

When it reappeared, it was already 20 meters away.

And inexplicably, Maxim was moved to the roof.

Tata Tata...

Edward Townsend winced.

Although the attack range is still far away from him.

But some exposed policemen turned their backs on their backs, none of them showed their heads, and nervously squeezed out the gun oil from the revolver in their hands.

The power of one person is so terrifying!
Then Edward Townsend saw the man come to the edge of the building and shouted in a deep voice: (the original version must be attached)

“I need you to deliver a message.”

(You send me a message.)
“I want you to tell every motherfucker of this city.”

(Tell every city fox and social mouse here.)
“That I'm the king of NewYork！”

(Lao Tzu is the King of New York!)
After speaking, the man turned back.

A group of disgraced policemen were left behind, furious and helpless.

But after listening to Zhao Chuanxin's words, Edward Townsend trembled with excitement, and the latest title immediately appeared in his mind-King of New York!
After the fight, he was the only reporter who had the guts to stay here to watch the battle, and only he had this first-hand information!
A policeman asked the superintendent, "Sir, what should I do?"

The superintendent clenched his fists.

So fucking arrogant!

Since the United States fought the War of Independence, there has never been such an arrogant fanatic!

The superintendent trembled, and said in a trembling tone: "Go, go, even if you die, you must die with dignity! Even if you have collected dirty money, even if you have to live and die, even if you are delirium and ignorance, but you After all, it is still the police. Now, I will take the lead in the charge, and I will see which coward dares to lag behind!"

After speaking, the superintendent held the Springfield M1898 and really took the lead and rushed out!
The police force was greatly encouraged.

A group of policemen rushed forward screaming.

Tata Tata...

Ma Keqin began to harvest life.

The police superintendent at the front was the first to bear the brunt, his body trembled after only one shot, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth!

Die before you get out of school!
Zhao Chuanxin successfully angered them.

The police were like wheat, falling down in rows.

They went on and on, but when they fell to the third row, the courage brought by the superintendent was finally exhausted, and they withdrew like an ebb tide.

This time they were really scared.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He did this as a last resort, because Maxim didn't have much ammunition, which was added to the backwater army's reserve after defeating Little Japan in the Yanbian area.

If they are not afraid of them again, Zhao Chuanxin will face a protracted and bitter battle.

Seeing them retreat, Zhao Chuanxin jumped from the top of the building.

First, they collected the police's big killer - a potato digger and a few boxes of ammunition.

Edward Townsend originally hid at the back, but he forgot to escape because of the excitement of taking pictures.

By the time he reacted, the police force had already surpassed him.

Then, less than ten meters behind him, Zhao Chuanxin jumped down.

Edward Townsend grabbed the camera and ran.

He ran, Zhao Chuanxin also ran, and soon the two were neck and neck.

Edward Townsend turned his head, and turned his head when he saw Zhao Chuanxin.

Edward Townsend's eyes widened in horror.

On the battlefield, if you are red-eyed, who the hell cares if you are a reporter or not?
Fortunately, the man didn't seem to lose his mind. He seemed to smile at him, then accelerated, and passed him in an instant.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Edward Townsend saw the man shoot with both hands in his hands as he ran.

Countless policemen, wishing their parents would lose a leg, ran as hard as they could.

The streets and alleys are full of deserters.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin stopped shooting people.

Just running and running, firing a shot occasionally, focusing on driving one away.

Edward Townsend was terrified at first, but gradually he found that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Because the man didn't intend to hurt him at all, and he didn't even shoot at the police later.

The man seemed intent on driving the police toward the gate of the New York City Yale.

Thinking of this, Edward Townsend was taken aback.

This person is indeed a lunatic!

This is making a big fuss.

He didn't run away at all, and followed with his camera on his shoulder.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Winchester M1897 when he arrived near the Yamen Gate in New York City.

boom……

There is no clean street here, and pedestrians start screaming when they hear the gunshots.

At the gate of the yamen, some civil servants ran out to check, and when they saw this, they hurried back in fright.

Not long after, the entire New York City government office was in chaos.

The mayor, George Bruce McClellan, was astonished to learn that the daring outlaw had reached the gate of the yamen.

"Didn't you say he was just a lunatic criminal? Hundreds of policemen can't beat one person?"

"I don't know, sir, just hide, the lunatic is outside!"

(End of this chapter)