mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 979 I wish I could kill this rebellious son with a pipe
Zhao Chuanxin put on sunglasses, walked out of the house and stretched.

"What's all the fussing about?" He even spoke Spanish with a slurred accent.

Aguirre Ida pointed at Urquidi Gómez and said, “As soon as the governor left, he came and stole our horses.”

Urquidi Gomez pointed at Aguirre Ida and said, "You better watch your words, you bastard. This is my horse."

Zhao Chuanxin noticed that Justino still looked weak and vulnerable, but Miguel Esteban stared at Urquidi Gomez with murderous eyes.

He seemed to think that it was too cheap to tell this to Aguilera Ida, so he wanted to tell the real person. So he pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Outsider, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you joined the Rural Cavalry Patrol!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar, put his hands together, lit it, extinguished the match, pointed at Urquidi Gomez and said, "This man is a horse thief. He tried to escape during the arrest. Shoot him immediately."

Everyone thought: I’ll do it!

He had just become a police officer of the Rural Mounted Patrol and he had already started to apply the "escape method"?

Aguirre Ida was so excited that he immediately pulled out his gun, bolted it, and aimed at Urquidi Gomez.

Urquidi Gomez pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, “You dare!”

Aguire Ida was a little nervous, his hands were shaking. He tilted his head to look at Zhao Chuanxin and found that Zhao Chuanxin was staring at him: "Will you dare to shoot after your mother gives you two taels of wine?"

Bang, bang.

Two shots in succession.

The first shot was fired by Miguel Esteban.

The second shot was fired by Aguilera Ida.

Miguel Esteban is eager for revenge, but Aguirre Ida is fearless at his age, and young people cannot stand provocation.

"what……"

Urquidi Gomez had two bullet holes in his body, one in the abdomen and one in the thigh.

He said angrily: "Protect me, protect me..."

His men were trembling with fear and dared not fight back.

After all, John Constantine had killed twenty or thirty people before.

They came today just to help lead the horses and keep up the show, they didn't intend to fight to the death.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards them, holding a cigar in his mouth.

Urquidi Gomez wanted to run, but he was shot in the thigh. The power of the rifle bullet was no joke, and he couldn't run at all. Both of his legs were numb.

All they could do was watch Zhao Chuanxin approach.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and slapped Urquidi Gomez on the cheek: "Did you ever think this day would come? I have a license to work, and killing people is not against the law."

As he said this, he showed his police badge.

Urquidi Gomez said with spit and snot: "You are so bold, Don Camilo Torric will not let you go..."

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his finger at Justino and said, "Come here."

Justino showed some resistance, but did not dare to refuse.

As he approached, Zhao Chuanxin pressed the barrel of his gun against Urquidi Gomez's forehead and said, "Pull the trigger."

"I..." Justino shook his head timidly.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the dagger from Urquidi Gomez's waist, and the tip of the knife just pierced Justino's skin, leaving a blood spot.

"I asked you to pull the trigger. I'll ask you again. If you don't, I'll stab you a little deeper. In the end, your leg will be pierced." Zhao Chuanxin said slowly, holding a cigar in his mouth: "Now, pull the trigger."

Urquidi Gomez stared at Justino fiercely: "You dare?"

Justino: “…”

He had a sad face and shook his head in a sobbing voice: "Don John Constantine, please let me go... Otherwise, I will quit the Country Patrol!"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Once you join the Rural Patrol, you must do your best to avoid small evils, otherwise you will die. Pull the trigger."

No deduction.

Zhao Chuanxin's dagger stabbed again.

"Forehead……"

Justino's thigh began to bleed and he cried out in pain.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Pull the trigger."

"Do not……"

"what……"

"Pull the trigger."

"me……"

"Pull the trigger!"

If you don't buckle it, your thigh will suffer irreversible damage.

boom!
The lackeys brought by Urquidi Gomez were covered in blood.

All of them shuddered.

It can be seen that there is only one reason why something cannot be done - not enough pressure.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at them and asked, "Are these horses yours?"

"no no……"

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Quiteshalan, who the hell has the final say?"

"Don John Constantine, you, you have the final say."

Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers and said, "Let's go sell the horse."

Still the same old place, the middleman in Ecatlan.

Zhao Chuanxin took Aguille Ida and Miguel Esteban and drove the horses to Ecatlán, while Justino, who was still sleepwalking, stayed at home to look after the house.

When they arrived at Ecarlan, the second-hand dealer saw Zhao Chuanxin. This time he prepared seven or eight strong men and came forward aggressively.

As a result, Miguel Esteban and Aguirre Ida behind Zhao Chuanxin each drew their guns, and the other side immediately stopped.

The second-hand dealer swallowed his saliva: "You, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin showed his police badge and said, "From now on, I will be the police officer of the Rural Mounted Patrol of Quetshalan. I have a backer now. Please be careful with your words and actions."

"..." The second-hand dealer looked at the police badge in disbelief: "Are you here to sell horses?"

"Yes, a group of prisoners escaped. According to the escape method, they were shot dead by us. Now there are horses to sell."

The middleman was full of imagination. What kind of escape method was this? Wasn't it just killing for the sake of robbery?
He smiled and said, "Of course I should."

At this time, as usual, loud shouting and yelling were heard in the yard.

There are quite a few people.

Zhao Chuanxin heard Pablo's voice and looked inside curiously. He saw Pablo standing next to the cockfighting arena, encouraging his cock: "Kill it, kill it..."

The two fighting cocks had blades tied to their feet and their bodies were covered in blood. They would jump up from time to time, peck at each other, kick their legs, and cut each other with the blades.

Many Mexicans like this.

Zhao Chuanxin got off his horse and said to Aguirre Ida and Miguel Esteban, "You go and hand over to him. If you are not satisfied with the price he offers, let's see if there are any prisoners here who want to escape."

The second-hand dealer looked pale.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and went into the yard. He came to Pablo's side and said, "Ah, your fighting cock looks like it's going to lose."

Pablo turned around and saw Zhao Chuanxin, frowning and saying, "Nonsense, my chicken eyes are about to win."

This is indeed the case.

The chicken on the opposite side had its comb cut and was bleeding profusely. It was covered with wounds and was at the end of its rope.

But Zhao Chuanxin still said, "Let's make a bet. If your chicken wins, I will pay you one thousand pesos. If the other chicken wins, you will pay me one thousand pesos?"

That's one thousand pesos!
Pablo was visibly hesitant.

But anyone with a little experience in cockfighting can see that his chickens have more than 70% chance of winning.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Can you come up with a thousand pesos?"

To be honest, Zhao Chuanxin can't afford it.

But then he took out a little goldfish!
This is a little goldfish brought from the Yokohama Specie Bank in Hankou, Japan.

The golden color attracted the attention of the whole audience.

Zhao Chuanxin asked back: "Can you take it out?"

Pablo took a thousand pesos on the spot and said proudly, "Haha, I won several games in a row. Do you think I have it?"

Zhao Chuanxin put his money and his little goldfish on a plate next to him, and pressed them down with a Colt single-action revolver and a police badge.

This way, no one would dare to make any moves.

At this moment, something strange happened on the scene.

Pablo's chicken wanted to jump up, but for some reason, its head seemed to be held down by an invisible force and it couldn't jump up.

On the other hand, the other chicken didn't jump very high, but when it kicked its legs, it just happened to cut the comb of Pablo's fighting cock.

There were exclamations in the audience, saying it was unbelievable.

Pablo's eyes widened: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "Everything is possible. Just learn it. Once you learn it, you will know the ways of the world."

As he spoke, Pablo's fighting cock seemed unwilling to give up and jumped again, but still failed to jump up.

The other chicken's fighting instinct seized the opportunity and jumped again, cutting Pablo's fighting cock's wing.

"Braise!" Pablo slammed the table and cursed.

In the third round, the opposing chicken directly cut the neck of Pablo's fighting cock.

Pablo's fighting cock stretched its neck as if to cooperate with its opponent, and its trachea was cut by a knife, making a hissing sound.

Cockfighting is actually very cruel.

But Lao Zhao would kill even people, so why would he care about the life or death of a chicken?
With just a few pinches with his secondary limbs, he can control the outcome of the battle.

Pablo looked ashen.

Don't think he can easily take out a thousand pesos.

But long-term gambling will lead to losses.

His one thousand pesos is almost all his current wealth.

If I lose, I won’t even have the money to make up for it in the future. “This is impossible!”

Zhao Chuanxin put the little goldfish and money on the plate and put away the wheel: "Captain, nothing else, I'm leaving now?"

Traitors tend to murder, gamblers tend to steal, and when they lose money, they are willing to do anything.

Pablo gritted his teeth and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "No, you can't leave, let's continue."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his dead fighting cock and asked, "You still have chickens?"

“I…” Pablo stamped his foot and said, “We can play cards.”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his empty pockets again: "Do you have any money left?"

"Me?" Pablo patted his pockets, which were empty. He took out his pocket watch and said, "I'll use this to pay 30 pesos."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head and raised his wrist to show him the Santos pilot watch on his wrist: "Yours is not as good as mine. When I show it to a restaurant, the waiters will tremble. So yours is not worth much, at most 10 pesos."

"..." Pablo said viciously, "Then 20 pesos, no less."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin saw the poker cards on the table and said, "You only have this little money. Let's stop talking nonsense and draw the poker cards to see who's better. One hand will decide the winner."

"it is good."

Someone shuffled the cards, and then asked two people to draw.

Pablo drew a 9, which was neither big nor small, and at least his luck was not bad.

Zhao Chuanxin drew with his fingers and said with a smile: "My luck is usually a little bit better than others. But this little bit is enough to lay the foundation for my victory."

After saying that, he drew a number and got 10.

Absolutely!

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the people around him who were startled, and couldn't help but hear Teacher Ma's words in his ears: He didn't just do it randomly, he came prepared...

Pablo stumbled back.

He looked suspicious of life.

He had never been so unlucky.

Zhao Chuanxin put the pocket watch in his pocket, then walked out humming a song while smoking a cigarette.

By the time he walked out of the yard, Ajure Ida and his men had already completed the transaction.

Just as he was about to mount his horse and leave, Pablo chased him out: "John Constantine, wait a minute."

Zhao Chuanxin leaned on the saddle post and asked condescendingly: "So it's the captain, what's the matter?"

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

Pablo said shamelessly, "Can you lend me some money?"

"Oh, this is a bit difficult, because I never lend money to others, no matter who they are." Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the sky, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Pablo looked very unhappy. He whispered, "Excuse me for a moment."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even dismount, he just moved a few steps on his horse.

Pablo had to ask for help, so he had to bow his head. He followed and whispered, "John, can I call you that?"

"Let me think about it." Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin: "They seem to call me Don John Constantine."

"Chao!" Pablo finally couldn't suppress his anger: "John Constantine, you must have a few friends in high positions and power. This will be good for you."

"Like what are the benefits?"

"For example, you will know that you will have a mission soon. You will follow the team to the God's Road. Because a group of bandits who specialize in attacking large estates will pass by there, and you will be sent to the front to investigate. Coincidentally, the bandits are waiting for you there, and you will be shot to death by the ambushed bandits." Pablo said proudly. "You see, this is the advantage of having friends."

"Eh..." Zhao Chuanxin pretended to be shocked: "Captain, you talk a lot so you are right. How much money do you want to borrow?"

“…” Pablo rolled his eyes: “One thousand pesos, and borrow a pocket watch.”

Zhao Chuanxin immediately shook his head: "I never carry that much money with me when I go out."

"..."

That's the money you just fucking won from me.

Zhao Chuanxin was embarrassed: "How about this, I'll lend you 200 pesos. As for the pocket watch, I think I can wait until next time you ask to borrow it."

Pablo understood, damn, this was a long-term plan to take his money in exchange for his information.

"it is good!"

Zhao Chuanxin counted out two hundred pesos and gave it to him.

Before leaving, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said, "Captain, I usually hide my money far away from home. If something happens to me and I die, no one will be able to find the money."

Pablo: “…”

This guy is even smarter than a monkey.

……

The news that Urquidi Gomez was beaten to death by Zhao Chuanxin spread throughout the town of Quetzalan.

When Zhao Chuanxin led his men back, everyone he met on the road respectfully called him "Don John Constantine."

Zhao Chuanxin responded with a smile on his face while riding on horseback.

He looked at Aguirre Ida and Miguel Esteban, who were dressed in rags, and suddenly felt that this small team should be more impressive so that it would have more prestige in Quetzalan.

Back at the White House Tavern, Zhao Chuanxin saw a letter on the table.

Signed Justino.

He opened the folded letter, which was crooked and full of typos: Dear Don John Constantine, I have decided to quit the Country Patrol. I am not cut out for it, really. I am sorry.

There is also a police badge and rifle next to it.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Miguel Esteban, "You two go and bring Justino over here."

When Justino was brought in, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Justino, put on your badge, carry your gun, and ride a horse to patrol the town. Our rural cavalry patrol is no joke."

Justino looked up in surprise.

Hasn't he made it very clear?

He hesitated and pointed to the letter paper.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Oh, who wrote this? I can't read."

Justino: “…”

But he didn't have the courage to tell Zhao Chuanxin in person.

I had no choice but to take my gun and go on patrol.

Aguilera Ida snickered.

Don John Constantine was certainly literate, of that he was sure.

When they all went out, Miguel Esteban suddenly knelt on one knee and said, "Don John Constantine, you have avenged me, and I am willing to serve you from now on."

He held these words in for a long time.

He felt a little embarrassed to say such words that sounded like a medieval knight.

There is nothing quixotic about this.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him to kneel for a while, and seeing that he kept his head down, he said, "Go to the town and ask if anyone has dried cochineal insects. Buy some for me."

"Yes."

……

When Camilo Torric learned that Urquidi Gomez was shot dead on the spot by Zhao Chuanxin because of his "escape method", he covered his chest and felt like he had difficulty breathing.

When the servants in the manor saw this, they shouted: "The master has a heart attack..."

After everyone helped him lie down and he caught his breath, they found that the elderly landlord was in tears.

He has a son, Juvencio Torric.

But he didn't like his son very much because he had mental problems.

More often than not, he treated Urquidi Gomez as his son.

Don't think he beats and scolds people at every turn.

He wanted to light his pipe, but his hands were shaking and he failed several times. He was so angry that he threw the pipe to the ground: "John Constantine, I'm going to kill you!"

But Juvencio Torrico was blind and came downstairs and said, "I'm going to the White House Tavern to find John Constantine and ask him to teach me how to play the flute."

Camilo Torick wanted to kill this rebellious son with his pipe!

……

Justino patrolled the town on horseback.

Some people stared at him with curiosity.

Someone had a sarcastic look on his face. Who didn't know that Justino was the most cowardly man in town?
Someone also came closer and said, "Justino, I lost two chickens. Can you help me find them?"

After hearing this, Justino suddenly had a strange feeling.

Although he joined the Countryside Mounted Patrol, does that mean he doesn't necessarily have to do evil?
He can do some good things within his ability.

Shouldn't this be the original intention of establishing the Rural Mounted Patrol?
So he nodded: "Okay."

Someone asked: "Justino, my house was damaged by the strong wind, can you help me repair it?"

Justino was confused, but he remembered his original intention of doing good things: "Okay."

When everyone saw this, I was surprised to find that the rural cavalry patrol had changed their nature and was doing good things.

Then someone else came and said, "Justino, my cousin, works for the Daily Family in Mexico City. He was thrown into prison and tortured because he wrote something he shouldn't have. Now that you're in the Rural Patrol, can you help me find out where he is now? Can you save him? Otherwise he'll die."

"This..." Justino's request was beyond his expectations. Seeing his eager face, he said, "I can go back and ask Don John Constantine. Maybe he has a solution. He is a trustworthy man who values ​​honor the most."

……

Zhao Chuanxin walked into the tool room. The Chihuahua wanted to follow him, but Zhao Chuanxin kicked it back: "Get lost."

I opened the passage and went down to the glass-roofed studio as I was familiar with the route.

Zhao Chuanxin spread out paper on the table and began to design the uniforms.

Xingyue controlled the black puppet craftsmen and puppet slaves, while studying the soul rotor and soul stator.

For several days, Xingyue had no idea about the soul engine.

Zhao Chuanxin was busy working with full concentration when he suddenly heard a "bang".

(End of this chapter)