mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 417 Is there any law of heaven, is there any law of the king?
While talking, there was loud noise in the corridor outside.

Cursing, yelling, and immediately turning into screaming.

boom!
A shot went off.

George Bruce McClellan froze his head.

Since he took office in 1904, he has not heard a gunshot in the New York City Yamen, how rare.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I am sorry to have shocked you.

But if you want to blame, blame the police, their dirty claws take hot money, they oppress innocent people.

Sir, tell me now, how do I get to the mayor's office?I need to talk to him. "

When George Bruce McClellan heard this, his face finally changed.

He looked around and there was nowhere to hide.

He and the secretary looked at each other, and the secretary was also confused and more afraid than him.

George Bruce McClellan was on his own, yelling, "Help, come over and hold the table in front of the door."

The secretary wakes up like a dream.

The two worked together to move the table to the door.

As soon as it was placed, the door was pushed a little.

This feeling is very exciting.

Their bodies trembled along with the door.

"If I'm not mistaken, the inside of the door is blocked by a table, right?"

A man's voice came from outside.

"..." George Bruce McClellan didn't dare to speak, and the secretary took a step back.

The voice from outside sounded again: "If I were you, I would step back, because the next scene is not very good."

Before George Bruce McClellan could react, there was a bang, and the door was pushed hard, knocking the top of the table aside.

boom……

The table was completely blown up.

Zhao Chuanxin, drenched in blood, stood outside the door impressively, raising his hand, ready to activate the third phoenix ring.

Seeing that the door was open, he put the pistol in his waist and used his arms to fully open the door.

A walnut wood desk in classical art style, a soft chair with leather and cashmere lining, a wool carpet with exquisite patterns, and two men in suits and leather shoes.

At this time, the U.S. Yamen was the same as the rest of the world. Women had no place in political roles, and even George Bruce McClellan's secretary was a man.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the door and closed the door behind him.

Instead of customers, he stretched out his hand: "Please sit down."

George Bruce McClellan was also a character. At this point, he sat down with a cold face despite his shock.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the desk with one hand, straightened it, and sat in the back.

He turned sideways, raised his legs, lit a cigar and looked at it.

George Bruce McClellan was also looking at Zhao Chuanxin. He wore a cowboy hat, a skull mask, and a work suit riddled with holes.

Mud and blood had scabbed over the frock, making it hard to look at.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the horse brand on the desk, aiming the gun at George Bruce McClellan intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking at the sign on the desk, Zhao Chuanxin read it word by word: "George Bruce McClellan, George, I am a loyal victim of your administration."

"..." George Bruce McClellan: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"It's very simple. I'll give you a sentence right now—there are laws to follow, and there must be laws to abide by. Discipline must be strictly enforced, and violations must be punished."

"Walter's method..." George Bruce McClellan was stunned.

But if you think about it carefully, it's really good.

He said coldly: "There are laws in New York City, but I don't see any law-abiding behavior from you."

"Yes, it's because I haven't seen strict law enforcement in the New York police."

George Bruce McClellan was able to be elected mayor of New York, and he was naturally eloquent: "There is a shadow behind every light."

"That's why we want to expand the light."

"But it's a long way to go."

"However, the people are suffering and only fight for the day and night."

"I can only do my best, but I have no skills."

"At least you have to solve the problem when you encounter a problem, but I don't see that you have restrained the behavior of the New York police."

"Already doing it."

"Not doing well enough."

The secretary standing by was dumbfounded.

What are you two sitting here talking about?

George Bruce McClellan sighed: "I see, you have today's farce because of injustice, right?"

He regretted it, regretted that he heard the wind yesterday, but he didn't pay attention to it.

After all, he heard that there was only one culprit.

Now he's paying for his carelessness.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ashes, and continued to talk nonsense: "Fairness is only taken from the horse, what a hero and husband."

"But it's not advisable for you to do this."

"That's because of your dereliction of duty."

George Bruce McClellan was stalling for time, and so was Zhao Chuanxin.

George Bruce McClellan was more and more relaxed. He shrugged: "Well, even if it is what you said, I failed my duty. How can I make it up?"

"You have a phone, don't you? Call the police and ask them to check someone for me——Kang Youwei."

"Then you'll let me go?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: "Then I will make the next request."

"You..." George Bruce McClellan's nose was almost crooked: "Tell me first, how many requests do you have in total? Tell me all at once."

"If you can't even do the first one, then I won't let you go."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"That can't be done, as kind as I am, I can break your two legs and break your two arms at most."

George Bruce McClellan shuddered: "Okay, I'll call first."

He dialed the number of the first branch: "Immediately check a man named Kang Youwei, who should be Chinese. Yes, the whole city has announced that all police stations will act immediately. If there is news, immediately notify the mayor's office."

After hanging up the phone, he sat back.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife.

George Bruce McClellan watched him warily.

However, Zhao Chuanxin just cut off the walnut wood desk and cut out round pieces of wood.

32 in total.

16 engraved Chinese characters, 16 engraved English characters.

After engraving, Zhao Chuanxin drew a chessboard on the desk: "Come on, let's play a game."

He is in charge of Chinese characters, and George Bruce McClellan is in charge of English characters.

George Bruce McClellan looked at the general's position and found that the name "Da Luo" was written on it, and the corner of his mouth could not help twitching.

"I only know chess."

"This is your problem. You always want to make the whole world abide by your rules. But now you fall into my hands, you have to play according to my rules." Zhao Chuanxin said domineeringly.

George Bruce McClellan: "Well, fair enough, you teach me."

In fact, chess and chess have something in common. Zhao Chuanxin described it concisely, and the rest is learning while playing.

then……

George Bruce McClellan saw how Zhao Chuanxin played chess.

"You are so stupid, watch my little pawn beat you to death!"

"Your daughter-in-law must not be sexually blessed, the cart is going so weakly."

The "Scholar" next to Da Luo was carved into the name "Edith Roosevelt" by Zhao Chuanxin.

"Hehe, if your cannon dares to move, I will kill Edith..."

George Bruce McClellan's face turned black: "You are language interference!"

"It's called strategy."

Not proficient at all, coupled with Zhao Chuanxin's language interference, George Bruce McClellan was defeated in a short time.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed loudly: "Facts have proved that your Marine Corps will be wiped out by me, your artillery is nonsense, your wife Edith will be killed by me, and Da Luo will die tragically."

George Bruce McClellan said coldly: "Please show respect."

……

Kang Youwei went to the Qing embassy in New York.

Chinese in New York like to call this place the "Imperial Envoy".

Inside the imperial envoy.

Kang Youwei said, "Runchuan, you have to help me."

Runchuan is Yang Yuying's word.

Yang Yuying is the sixth son of Yang Shixie, the 20nd Jinshi in the Enke Examination in the 1894th year of Guangxu (62).Later, Yang Shiqi was adopted as the eldest son.

Yang Shiqi, Yuan Datou's capable general, was appointed by Yuan to Shanghai as the Deputy Minister of Electricity and the Prime Minister of the Shipping Merchants Bureau, touting the "government supervision and commercial management".

As for Yang Yuying, who graduated from the Beijing Normal University Higher Industrial School, other talents are not known to outsiders, but he is proficient in Chinese and foreign music and can play many famous Chinese and foreign songs. It is said that listeners are fascinated by it.

He was re-elected as Consul General of the two circles in New York.

At this time, Yang Yuying was playing the piano.

Seeing Kang Youwei coming, he stopped playing, stood up and said with a smile, "Why is Kang Nanhai suffering again?"

Kang Youwei vomited bitterness: "Kang worked for the country and devoted himself to the establishment of a monarchy, but was hated by villains, and now he poured dirty water on the old man..."

He gave a general account of what had happened, but never mentioned that he had sent someone to assist Charles Baker in assassinating Zhao Chuanxin.

Yang Yuying shook her head: "I can't control this Chen Yigeng."

Chinatown in New York is logically under the jurisdiction of the "imperial envoy".

For example, the fight between An Liang Tang and Xie Sheng Tang was mediated by the imperial envoy many times.

But Yang Yuying read the newspaper. This Chen Yigeng's courage was terrifying, but he still had the strength to match him. Even the first precinct of the New York Police Department raised the white flag.

He is a consul general, so what can he do?
"It's not that I don't help you, it's really powerless."

"Run Chuan, help me contact the New York Police Department and reporters from major newspapers."

Yang Yuying smiled wryly: "Even if you contact the police station now, you won't be able to take care of it."

"Why is this?"

He doesn't believe that there are people who don't love money.

"Because I received news that Chen Yigeng single-handedly broke up thousands of New York policemen and killed them at the gate of the New York City Yamen. The news came at noon. I think Chen Yigeng has captured the mayor by now. You Say, at this stall, do the police still care about your business?"

Kang Youwei was dumbfounded.

This is too exaggerated.

He has traveled between China and the West for many years, but he has never heard of anyone so strong.

Just then, the phone rang.

Yang Yuying walked over quickly to answer.

After a while, he put down the phone and said, "Hurry up and leave through the back door!"

"What happened?"

"All the police in New York are looking for you now. Chen Yigeng broke into the New York government office and took the mayor hostage. The first condition for releasing him is to arrest you!"

Kang Youwei fell into an ice cave: "There is no law of heaven, no law of kings! What did I do wrong? Damn Zhao Chuanxin, I..."

Yang Yuying was taken aback: "Zhao Chuanxin? Which Zhao Chuanxin?"

(End of this chapter)