mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 912 The murderous intent is revealed

The two men of the Headless Knights, they still don't understand one thing at this time: they came well, but they probably won't be able to go back in one piece.

The short and stocky man sneered: "Headed Horseman? I can make you headless. Someone's head has disappeared before. Do you want to try?"

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin smiled at him: "I have only experienced the feeling of my head flying once when I have grown up. It would be interesting to experience it again."

Short and stocky man: "..."

The shoemaker tugged at the sleeves of Zhao Chuanxin's coat in shock, and whispered: "Go quickly, don't provoke them, they really dare to kill people."

The tall and lanky man smiled grimly: "You should listen to old Frank, Chinaman. For the sake of your own life, you should listen to him."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Old Frank on the shoulder: "Man, go and pour me a cup of coffee. Let's use the coffee as a substitute for wine and let you see what it means for Guan Yu to warm the wine and kill Hua Tuo."

With all the things in front of him, Hua Tuo's martial arts value is only that of practicing Wu Qin Xi.

The tall man smiled evilly and moved forward, his hands naturally touching his waist.

Zhao Chuanxin's figure flashed, and his straight punch came instantly.

boom.

Lian Kun bumped.

boom.

The tall and lanky man flew out in shock, knocking the short and stocky man off his feet.

"Damn it, Fak'er..." The short and stocky man was shocked. After standing firm, he also touched his waist.

This guy is also a talent. He looked up at Zhao Chuanxin, then looked down at his waist, then looked up and looked down...

Terrified.

Zhao Chuanxin was unhurried and wanted to see what he was paying for.

The coat was lifted up and the hem of the suit was opened, revealing the outline of a short sword.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin: "Just let you touch it for a long time?"

The stocky man was even more panicked.

He was holding the handle of the knife, and just an inch after he pulled it out of the leather sheath, his wrist was held down by a big hand.

Can't pull it out...

The scene was awkward for a while.

Old Frank's reading glasses behind the counter seemed to be hanging on the ground, so he quickly stabilized them and took a closer look.

I saw that the short and sturdy man was unable to draw the knife and wanted to reach out to grab Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his elbow, sealed his arm, and followed the trend with an uppercut.

The short man's head was thrown back after being hit, and he rolled his eyes.

The usual trick of these people is to have someone enter the door and someone to guard outside, preventing anyone from escaping and also serving as a sentinel.

The man outside heard the noise and turned around. He was shocked when he saw his two companions knocked to the ground. He also reached for the knife immediately.

What is the Headless Knights? Why not call them - the Sword-Touching Group when something happens.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at the man outside through the door and gave him a hook.

The man originally wanted to push the door open, but when he saw the unarmed Zhao Chuanxin hooking his hand at him, the man was restrained instead and stood there motionless, daring not to move.

If he doesn't come, Zhao Chuanxin will go out.

When he opened the door, the man turned around and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and ignored the man because he was not out of Xingyue's monitoring range.

With one hand in each hand, he picked up the collars of the two of them and walked out of the shoemaker's shop.

The shoemaker adjusted his glasses, opened his mouth, and hurried out.

Shocked by the cold ground outside, the two men recovered from their dazed state.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "Now that you're awake, why are you still lying on the ground and not getting up? Is it because you don't like standing and being beaten?"

Two people: "..."

The commotion here attracted neighbors to come out to watch the fun.

They are so familiar with these two people. They come to collect protection fees every month. Occasionally, they will go into the store to steal things without paying. They cut off the head of old Charlieson, who was in the funeral business. Who are they? The police knew the murderer, but they still couldn't solve the case.

Everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

Today, these two guys were unlucky.

The tall and thin man suddenly drew his knife and wanted to stab Zhao Chuanxin's right leg, causing a cry of surprise.

Zhao Chuanxin held his cigar between his legs and raised his legs lightly, avoiding the attack, and then volleyed.

boom!
The tall and thin man's teeth were spattered, the loose skin on his face was trembling, his head was shaking, and his pupils were out of focus.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and stretched out his hand: "Here comes the sword!"

The eight-collar lightsaber is in hand.

"The Headless Horseman, right? I'll make you live up to your name today."

Swish!
The tall and lanky man's head flew up.

A burst of hot blood sprayed all over the short man's head and face.

He shuddered violently, put his hands on the ground, and ran back quickly. The buttons of his vest and shirt were finally opened by his big belly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, my friend will not let go." you……"

He suddenly turned over and was about to run away when Zhao Chuanxin held up his lightsaber and struck him on the crook of his leg with the back of the sword.

The short and stocky man knelt down with a bang.

"Your friend, right?"

"Revenge, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eight-collar lightsaber high and swung it down like the legendary headless horseman.

The short, stout man had runny nose and burst into tears: "No, no, please show mercy and don't kill me..."

He has always shown off his power, how could he ever be so embarrassed and weak at this moment?

The people around him looked breathless, pursed their lips tightly, and stared at the short and stocky man.

laugh……

There was snow and blood on the ground.

The combination of blood and snow is shocking.

call……

Zhao Chuanxin sometimes felt that the war had gradually distorted his psychology.

Recently, he has always been violent in his heart, and if he doesn't vent it, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

Seeing this scene, all the pores in his body were opened. It was more enjoyable than sleeping in bed, drinking, eating meat and smoking.

Blanch...I haven't killed anyone for a long time!

But the people around me are different.

They let out bursts of exclamations, feeling both happy and a little scared.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed the hilt of the sword with his thumb and four fingers, and the lightsaber spun, and the blood steamed and flew away.

He put away his lightsaber, looked around, flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "Put my words out. From now on, in this three-acre area of ​​North Tarrytown, no protection fees are allowed, no homes are robbed. Every year I Always come and check in once or twice.”

Old Frank, the shoemaker, asked: "Sir, what is your name?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at him, went into the house to get his hat, and told Old Frank: "Man, repair my boots and I'll pick them up later. I have something to do at nine o'clock, so hurry up."

After that, he put on his Humboldt hat and spat at the headless corpse on the ground: "Boil your mother, who told you to wear the same hat as me?"

Everyone: "..."

Freddie Pavitt bought him the hat.

The result was a hit in shirts... no, a hit in hats.

The direction Zhao Chuanxin walked was also the hiding place of the escaped man.

In fact, he didn't run far, he kept hiding in the dark and quietly observing.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin beheading his companions, he was so frightened that his body was reduced to chaff and his eyes were bloodshot.

Without the anger of his teammates being killed, it was just pure fear.

As luck would have it, Zhao Chuanxin came towards his hiding place, but the man got up and ran away without saying a word.

After running for a while, he looked back and found that Zhao Chuanxin was still walking leisurely, his hands in his coat pockets, and the smoke from the cigar in his mouth curling up in the cold air.

He breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down again.

He ran to Greek Street near North Tarrytown Church, got outside a white house and knocked on the door, looking around in a panic.

The door opened, and a man wearing a vest and a newsboy cap inside looked around first, and then said, "You look as ugly as if your mother-in-law ran away with someone."

"No, Hamamatsu and the others were killed and their heads were beheaded. It was a Chinese guy. They died miserably. If you saw that bread tube, you would be frightened, unlike the one we killed. The old guy selling the coffin, no, Hamamatsu and the others have no ability to resist at all like the old guy selling the coffin..."

This man spoke very fast, in a ramble, with a miserable expression on his face.

The man in the vest's face changed: "Then how did you run away?"

"I……"

Before the man finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin's voice sounded: "I let him run away, otherwise how would I find you?"

"..."

"you……"

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the man in the vest reaching behind his waist, he knew he was going to draw his sword.

Then he followed suit and reached for the lower back, but much faster than the opponent, and threw the flying knife away casually.

laugh……

A red light flashed, and a thin line appeared on the neck of the man in the vest. The knife could not be pulled out.

Then, the man who escaped saw the man in the vest separated from his body.

"Ah..." He collapsed and roared hysterically.

The red light flashed again, and the flying knife returned to its sheath. The escapee rushed into the house, forgetting to close the door, and ran in desperately, shouting as he ran: "Killers are coming to my door, save me..."

Zhao Chuanxin entered the house cheerfully, hung his hat on the clothes hanger at the door, twisted his neck, and felt happy both physically and mentally.

Three people came out of the room. There was no one who escaped before. That person might have been frightened.

Zhao Chuanxin asked them: "Are you four the only ones left in the Headless Knights?"

One of them ran to the drawer, yanked it out, and took out a Colt spinner.

He just wanted to turn around and reach out, but he felt that his body was being controlled and he couldn't turn around no matter what.

This surprised him greatly.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, flicked his wrist, and the opponent's gun was slapped to the ground by his secondary limb out of thin air.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the flying knife from his lower back, turned the flying knife three times in his palm, and threw it out.

Swish.

The second one, wow.

The two fell down holding their necks, and after falling to the ground, their heads were thrown away.

The remaining person was about to pick up the gun on the ground, but was shocked by this scene: "Ah..."

"Haha, the railroad workers will turn you all into headless horsemen today."

Zhao Chuanxin moved to the left. Just as the opponent stood there blankly, the order rune fragments activated, and the flying knife swirled back.

chi chi...

Two flying knives, one on the left and one on the right, cut off the head like scissors.

The flying knife was sheathed, Zhao Chuanxin put down his coat and walked inside. The place was filled with the smell of smoke and a stinky smell, and the last escapee had just opened the window and was grabbing the edge of the window to jump out.

Zhao Chuanxin threw out the flying knife.

laugh……

This time his accuracy was poor and he opened the opponent's Tianling Cap.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his lightsaber. He had to keep his word and walked to the window to wave his sword.

laugh……

When Zhao Chuanxin returned to the craftsman's shop, he found a pool of blood stains on the ground. Three women were working hard to clean up the blood stains on the ground with their buttocks stuck out.

When they saw Zhao Chuanxin, the three women backed away in shock, but did not run away. They bowed their heads respectfully: "Sir, Frank has discussed with everyone that in order not to cause you any trouble, we will find the Charlieson family, who are in the funeral business, to bury the body. Anyway, No one saw what happened here except us..."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "If someone comes to ask, it doesn't matter to tell the truth. All the Headless Knights are dead, and they are in the white house next to the church."

Three women: "..."

There was joy on their faces.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care.

Because he was confident that today's incident would not become a big deal, let alone spread.

Entering the shoemaker's shop, Old Frank stood up respectfully and handed over the patched boots with both hands: "Sir, your boots have been repaired. We will also help bury Hamamatsu and his thugs."

Zhao Chuanxin said the same thing to him again.

Taking the boots, Zhao Chuanxin dropped the 50 cents on the counter, held up the brim of his hat and turned around to leave.

Everyone watched him walking leisurely along the Hudson River in the direction of Ethan Manor.

"Frank, who is he?"

Frank looked solemn and frowned: "A few months ago, a cowboy named William Hope came to my place to customize boots. He told me some things about the manor. I can only tell you, if I can guess Yes, that man just now is the owner of the manor, a big shot that neither you nor I can afford to offend..."

……

Ethan Manor.

Two luxury carriages entered the courtyard.

The two bodyguards got out of the car first. One turned around and opened the door for Philander Knox, while the other pushed Li Shutong who was in a daze: "Chinaman, don't block the way."

Li Shutong staggered back, anger flashed across his face.

Liu Yuanshan reprimanded loudly: "What are you doing?"

The bodyguard glanced at her: "Get out of the way."

Last time, Philander Knox treated them with this attitude, and the bodyguards were also arrogant and unreasonable.

Marcus Nkrumah didn't understand much, but Liu Yuanshan was a very nice person, and Marcus Nkrumah felt that Liu Yuanshan cared about him.

Of course, Liu Yuanshan cares about everyone.

Marcus Nkrumah stepped forward and stood in front of Liu Yuanshan. He said nothing and just stared at the bodyguard with goldfish eyes.

Facing the two-meter-tall Marcus Nkrumah, the bodyguard was so stressed that he even drew his gun.

However, the gun fell to the ground before it was raised, and the bodyguard covered his ears and howled miserably.

An ear fell on the ground.

The other bodyguard turned around as if facing a formidable enemy, and was hit hard in the face by Zhao Chuanxin's elbow.

hum...

The world went blank.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his left hand on the bodyguard's head and hit the carriage.

bang...

The bodyguard was completely stunned.

Philander Knox clung to the carriage in shock, raising his hands like a hen about to fly. He didn't know whether he was surrendering or fearing to be stained with blood.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the bodyguard who had lost his ears, grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head: "Zhuo Nima, come to my territory, how dare you draw a gun?"

Philander Knox quickly shouted: "Zhao, don't kill anyone..."

However, Zhao Chuanxin's murderous intent was already aroused, his eyes were filled with coldness, he took out the flying knife on his lower back and was about to cut it when he suddenly saw Liu Yuanshan's concerned eyes, and his murderous intent suddenly disappeared.

Putting away the throwing knife, Zhao Chuanxin let go of the bodyguard, looked back at Philander Knox and said calmly: "Have you forgotten which country I am from?"

Philander Knox quickly pointed at the bodyguards and said: "They don't know anything. Their only mission is to protect me. They don't know who you are."

In the hearts of people like Philander Knox, they do not believe that a person would kill everyone for the sake of the nation and to protect the weak.

In the eyes of politicians like him, all killings must only serve power and interests, and Zhao Chuanxin is no exception.

However, he found that he was wrong.

He restrained his discriminatory mentality at the right time and said seriously: "Zhao, let's go in and talk."

Then he said bossily to Marcus Nkrumah: "Big man, please carry them into the house, don't freeze to death outside."

Marcus Nkrumah looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Master..."

He won't listen to outsiders' orders.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and went into the house first.

After they left, Liu Yuanshan asked Li Shutong: "Brother Xishuang, are you okay?"

Li Shutong looked at his ears on the ground in shock, and after a while he regained his breath: "It's okay, it's okay. Hey, that's why I'm determined to return to China. Life is full of difficulties, and it's like hell."

"Not all of them are evil people. I've met quite a few good foreigners."

Li Shutong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That's all, girl from Yuanshan, you can only see good in your eyes and cannot hide evil. I think if a Buddha really exists in the world, he must be of your kind."

Because he just saw that Zhao Chuanxin clearly wanted to kill the bodyguard on the spot. It was no longer just because the bodyguard was rude, it seemed that he was just for killing.

But with Liu Yuanshan's look, Zhao Chuanxin restrained his murderous intent.

The person involved, Liu Yuanshan, seemed to understand.

Philander Knox really felt what murderous intent was just now.

Based on his knowledge and information, he originally thought that Zhao Chuanxin was just a sanctimonious speculator, but now he realized that he was wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin is far more complicated than the legend says.

So he was full of fear towards Zhao Chuanxin.

In the reception room, Zhao Chuanxin handed the coat to Freddy Pavitt, unbuttoned his suit and sat down, crossed his legs and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Zhao, you know that there will be a new term next year." Philander Knox took a sip of the coffee brought by the servant to calm down: "Roosevelt has no hope, but I am just the opposite. Although there is no certainty, but I have to plan ahead. To this end, I have secretly made a series of plans. No one except you has heard of this plan. I want to join forces with you to seek neutralization of the Manchuria Railway!"

Zhao Chuanxin originally thought that this old boy was the Minister of Justice, so he came to him to discuss matters such as not letting him go to the United States, or similar nonsense.

But I didn't expect him to say that.

"Neutralization? What do you mean?"

Philander Knox had worked as a lawyer for Andrew Carnegie for many years, so he was very smooth-talking: "The world is now a huge playing field, and everyone is scrambling to be first. I don't want to see my allies suffer. , and we don’t want to see our allies enjoy the benefits. So I think that Britain’s support for Japan is just a facade. We can use international condominium to force Japan to give up the South Manchuria Railway and Tsarist Russia to give up the Eastern Qing Railway. The attitude outside the customs will play a crucial role.”

Huh?
Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that he had another friend?

Ha ha.

His eyes widened: "My best friend, please listen to me. In my whole life, I have never seen someone cry while carrying someone else's coffin to the door of their own house."

Philander Knox: "..."

He smiled coquettishly: "Zhao, it's not that this is not good for you. Don't refuse it in a hurry. I know that you hate the Japanese deeply, and the same goes for Tsarist Russia. If two railway lines could be co-managed internationally, it would be equivalent to a pot of meat. There would have been Two strong men control it, and you get nothing. But once a group of strong men share the food, you can always get a sip of soup."

"Haha." Zhao Chuanxin touched his ears: "Zhao thought he was shameless enough, but he didn't expect you to be the most shameless."

Philander Knox looked embarrassed.

That's right, he is preparing to wait until he comes to power to cooperate with monopoly capitalists and cooperate with force to invade and plunder weak countries.

Later, it was precisely because of his intervention in the Mexican Revolution that the then Mexican dictator Porfirio Díaz lamented: "God is too far away and the United States is too close."

Although Porfirio Díaz was not a good person, these words have been passed down into the twenty-first century.

Zhao Chuanxin had a sneer on his face.

Just when Philander Knox thought the matter was about to blow up, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stopped sneering and said seriously: "What do you want me to do, and what can you give me?"

(End of this chapter)