mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 477 Nikola Tesla, My Name is Zhao Chuanxin
"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "This is strange. Since there is no grievance or enmity, on May 5 this year, a white man murdered a Chinese girl, but you helped him collect perjury evidence, and the joint judge let him out? July On the 26th, you intimidated a congressman who proposed racial equality, and made him dare not return home? In August, you also dressed in black and wore black masks like today, and beat a black man to death?"

Danielson's face froze.

None of these incidents left evidence of crimes, but there are countless crimes that have actually happened.

Going forward, there are many more.

Abraham Cohen and the Smith Brothers have indeed become a climate. If the dining car gang is twisted together, they can run rampant among gangs in New York. In addition, they give money to the police station like rich boys, and they have checked the Nordic Order Knights. bottom off.

Danielson said bluntly: "Do you have any evidence? If you don't have evidence, don't talk nonsense. Even if there is evidence of guilt, it will be decided by the court."

"Hehe." Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I, Zhao Chuanxin, have always been passionate about doing good deeds and fighting criminals. Do I need evidence?"

I Zhuo...it really is Zhao Chuanxin.

Danielson's face was blue and red, and his eyes were wandering. There was a church nearby, and there was nowhere to ask for help.If they escape, can they outrun the Far East Butcher?

Only not far away, the skinny old man stared at this side intently.

Danielson thought to himself: If the old man is held hostage, will Zhao Chuanxin be afraid?

Obviously, the probability is very, very low.

For a guy who kills without blinking an eye, would he care about the life and death of a strange old man?

Danielson gritted his teeth: "Fight him."

Zhao Chuanxin put on a skull mask without using a gun, and charged towards the crowd with lightning chains in his palm.

There were three other people holding guns on the opposite side, and they fired almost at the same time, but the rate of fire was enough for them to fight one round.

Although he was wearing fortitude armor, Zhao Chuanxin dodged one by one.

"Thunder three thousand!"

Zhao Chuanxin waved the lightning chain, crackling, lightning five consecutive whips!
The lightning chain pierced through the team, Zhao Chuanxin backhanded the phoenix Xuanjie, and blasted away the side attackers.

He took out the scepter of redemption, drew out the elf carving knife, and performed a whirlwind.

Danielson held the revolving wheel, the muzzle of the gun drifted left and right, and the more he aimed, the more nervous he became.

boom!
dodge.

boom!
Hit one of my own...

pat...

The plane is empty.

Trembling, Danielson threw out the runner, took out the bullet, and loaded it with difficulty.

After loading the bullets, I looked up and saw that all of my own people were dead.

Zhao Chuanxin raised one palm and shook it, and the whip of the ruling circled around the center axis of the single palm.

Zhao Chuanxin flung it away ahead of time, and let go of the whip of the ruling.

A "Hanging Divine Comedy" was given to Danielson.

Immediately, Danielson was tied firmly with shackles and chains.

The whistle suddenly became sharper, and Danielson felt a pain in his body.

The barb popped out from the Whip of Judgment, pierced his skin, and began to suck blood.

Perhaps the amount of blood absorbed by the Whip of Judgment was limited, but the effect of inhibiting thrombin made his numerous tiny wounds bleed endlessly.

Zhao Chuanxin held the elf carving knife and wandered around the group of people who fell to the ground. When he saw that there was still a breath, he used his famous stunt - a little red.

After making up the knife, he looked back at Danielson, who had already fallen to the ground and convulsed, and he was in shock due to excessive blood loss.

Zhao Chuanxin whistled, and the whip of the ruling twisted like a snake.

The cold weather affected it more or less, and it was full of blood and rejuvenated.

The whip of judgment bounced back into Zhao Chuanxin's hand, and he put it away.

Suddenly felt something, looked back.

Sitting on the bench was a dry old man with a thin figure, a strange hairstyle, parted in the middle, flattened sides, and extremely pale complexion.

While comforting the pigeons who were frightened by the gunshots, he stared straight at Zhao Chuanxin.

The moment he saw this person, a person suddenly appeared in Zhao Chuanxin's mind - a strange person.

Even if he only dealt with weirdos from words, somehow, Zhao Chuanxin felt that weirdos should be like this.

This surprised Zhao Chuanxin.

Did everyone in Codex of the Old Gods jump into reality?
He hesitated for a moment, walked over, and asked tentatively, "Weird?"

The old man frowned suspiciously, and immediately asked him: "How did you release the lightning? Is it the device on your wrist? No, such a small device can have such a large energy storage?"

The old man put Zhao Chuanxin aside and fell into deep thought.

Zhao Chuanxin felt more and more that this person was a weirdo.

I also thought of my apprentice Benjamin, maybe Benjamin also has the same kind of virtue when he is old.

He couldn't help but asked again: "Weird?"

The old man ignored it.

"wack?"

The old man's gaze refocused on Zhao Chuanxin, specifically on his Thor's Hammer.

The old man stretched out his hand: "Let me have a look..."

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that Thor's Hammer was the masterpiece of a weirdo, so this person couldn't be a weirdo.

He slapped off the old man's withered hand: "Don't touch it randomly, I will break your arm."

Unexpectedly, the old man turned a deaf ear and stretched out his hand again: "Show me."

"Look at Nima, look?"

"let me see."

It was the first time Zhao Chuanxin met such a tough person in front of him.

The old man was no threat to him.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

interesting.

The image and temper similar to the weirdo gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He asked, "Old man, what's your name?"

"Nikola Tesla!"

The smile on Zhao Chuanxin's face froze...

He squeezed his nose: "You can look at it if you want, but this thing will electrocute you to death."

Nikola Tesla stared: "I let millions of volts of high-frequency voltage flow through my body, and I am still alive and well. Quick, show me."

After Zhao Chuanxin thought about it, he actually untied Thor's Hammer and handed it to him.

The old man took it. Seeing that he was about to press the button, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help reminding: "Be careful..."

At the same time, he quickly hid aside.

Thor's Hammer began to gather lightning.

Nikola Tesla's eyes were bright and bright, not cloudy like that of a 50-year-old man at all.

When the electric light condensed to the size of a fist, he manipulated it to launch it.

Finally, the energy of the electric ball is exhausted and dissipated in the air.

Nikola Tesla put Thor's Hammer on his wrist, like a kneader, playing with the shape of lightning.

Much more imaginative than Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was very upset. It felt like he had a game console when he was a child. He took it out to show off, but his friends played it ten times better than him.

He couldn't help but said, "Give it back to me."

Nikola Tesla looked up: "Sell it to me."

Zhao Chuanxin squinted at him: "How much can you pay?"

"I..." Nikola Tesla stuck: "I can owe you ten thousand dollars first."

Was Nikola Tesla so short of money?
Zhao Chuanxin doesn't know much about this person.

But $[-] to buy Thor's Hammer?
Think too much?

This energy storage technology, in the 21st century, may be considered a top technology.

He sneered and said, "Old man, I can only say that even if you owe credit, you are lonely. If you owe 1000 million credit, there is still a possibility. If you owe [-] million credit, maybe I will consider it a little bit."

Nikola Tesla was very angry, and he was displeased: "Even if this thing is very delicate, it is not worth 1000 million. I have already created ball lightning, and I even created a voltage of [-] million volts. Knows more than God, and he can't make lightning as high as my voltage."

"..." I Zhuo, Zhao Chuanxin was dumbfounded, if it wasn't for his mouth, then this old man is really awesome.If I remember correctly, later generations seem to be trapped in a voltage of 500 million volts and cannot break through.

Lightning in nature generally has a voltage between 200 million and 300 million volts.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed dryly, as if he couldn't hold him down.

He rolled his eyes: "But you don't know anything about energy storage. You can see that such a small device like mine can release such powerful lightning. This is something you will never be able to do."

"I don't care about it." Nikola Tesla dismissed it: "I tend to get energy from nature. It's just that people are short-sighted and don't understand the benefits of it. Obviously you are too."

"Nonsense." Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied: "You said that you know more than God, what God, Sakyamuni, the sun god Ra, Brahma, Lao Tzu, etc., are all my brothers and sisters know? I My mana is higher and deeper than theirs, and my vision is farther than theirs, I am the supreme melee mage in the world——Zhao Chuanxin!"

Rao is such a violent and proud person like Nikola Tesla. After hearing Zhao Chuanxin's bragging, he was also a little confused: "Zhao Chuanxin? This name sounds familiar."

"You should be familiar with it." The old god Zhao Chuanxin is here: "Recently, there have always been some tiny human beings who want to kill gods, and I have taught them to be human."

Nikola Tesla did not remember who Zhao Chuanxin was in the end.

He said lightly: "Even though you have said a lot and are strong enough as a human being, I still think you are no different from people like JP Morgan."

Zhao Chuanxin felt insulted: "Who will be buried? Comparing me with old Morgan, he is also worthy?"

"..."

Although Nikola Tesla is out of tune with the times, he is still alive after all, and he also eats fireworks.

JP Morgan is the top richest class in the United States.

But it seemed that the person in front of him didn't take the old guy seriously.

Nikola Tesla frowned and asked, "Are you rich too?"

"Not much."

Nicholas showed such an expression as expected.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Probably I can do as much as I want."

"..." Nikola Tesla said suddenly: "Why don't you invest in me, I have a few projects..."

Before I finished speaking, the police came.

After all, the gun was fired, not just a gunshot, someone called the police.

When the aggressive police arrived at the park, they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

Their momentum stopped for a moment: "Zhao, Zhao, Mr. Zhao...why is it you again?"

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense and collect the corpse!"

It's hard to say that the eccentric old man Nikola Tesla wasn't a little shocked.

He may not be afraid of witnessing death, but he is still a little surprised that after the murder, the police can still cower like a snake and scorpion, and can command the police to collect the body.

"Who are you?" He couldn't help asking.

"I told you my name is——Zhao Chuanxin!"

(End of this chapter)