The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Dongjiaomin Lane is now called the Embassy District.

Zhao Chuanxin wore a well-fitting suit, vest, shirt and tie, a gray woolen coat, a gentleman's hat on his head, and a pair of black, shiny and spotless leather shoes.

The trousers not only fit well, but are also crisp, and the trousers never touch the uppers. A pair of high-waisted wool socks with dark patterns are very fashionable.

Wearing a black leather glove, he held a civilized stick in his right hand and put his left hand in his trouser pocket. He entered the embassy area without any hindrance.

Er Fatty, who was watching secretly with a telescope from a distance outside, was speechless: "He just walked in without even looking at the guard standing guard. I, Cao, he is too..."

Gao Li put down the telescope: "You're so pretentious, aren't you?"

These are all words invented by Zhao Chuanxin, and they also like to talk about them.

The weather was still very cold. The guard at the bank gate was looking inside the door and saw a man with an obviously Asian face, a thick but neatly trimmed beard, and a gentleman's attire walking in.

The two doormen hurriedly bowed slightly to salute.

Zhao Chuanxin was obviously different from the Chinese who had just come into contact with Western things at this time and liked to imitate.

His outfit fit him perfectly, and it was obviously tailor-made. Moreover, his demeanor, walking posture, or the astonishing aura exuded by his eyes did not look like an ordinary person. He was more of a gentleman than the most arrogant nobleman among the British.

After entering the door, someone came forward to greet him: "Sir, what business do you need to handle?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pocket from his arms: "Save money!"

"this way please."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it secretly. The corners were made of granite, the doors and windows were made of stone, and the walls under the windows were also decorated with stone. There is a five-step platform staircase built at the entrance of the bank, with Ainio pillars inside, decorated in the Western classical form of triangular pediments, and iron flowerbed fences outside the doors and windows...

There are various signs that it is not easy to successfully withdraw money.

Before he reached the counter, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said: "Does your bank have a restroom? I need to use it."

The salesman stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, and then pointed to the bathroom.

The bathroom is on the second floor. Next to it, there is a storage room for cleaning tools.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the door of the storage room was open and got in directly.

Next, the salesman began to entertain other visitors. After the reception was over, he looked back and saw that the person who just went to the bathroom was still not well?

So I went to ask the doorman: "That gentleman just now, yes, that's the one. Is he gone?"

The guard shook his head, indicating that he didn't pay attention and might have left.

No one took this matter to heart.

Zhao Chuanxin was in the corner of the storage room, creating an open space to stay.

During this period, a Chinese cleaning man came in, took the broom and left again.

The storage room was dark, and Zhao Chuanxin blocked it with a pile of sundries, so the other party couldn't see clearly.

As he waited, he recalled the layout of the bank.

The window fence with iron bars was obviously not a problem for him.

As for the details, he needed to think them through.

A man thought for a long time in the dark. He looked at his pocket watch and saw that it was already past eight o'clock in the evening and no one was walking around outside. Then he stood up.

Both legs were a little numb.

I originally planned to rob it, but now things have turned into stealing.

How ugly does stealing sound?

He quickly took off his clothes, put on a tight suit, and put a special "helmet" made of war scar skin on his head.

Just the glasses were still too abrupt. After thinking about it, he took them off.

But after taking it off, I am afraid of encountering an emergency. What if I need to shoot?

Without glasses, he felt very unsure of his marksmanship.

So, he put on his glasses again.

He went downstairs first. There was a "tea room" downstairs, which was equivalent to a guard room.

At this time, all the bank employees were off work, leaving only a waiter and a bank guard.

The bank guard is guarding the bank, and the waiter is at the gate.

Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of the darkness and reached over. He covered the waiter's mouth with one hand and put a gun against the waiter's body with the other hand: "Don't shout. If you shout, we'll shoot."

The man struggled in panic at first, and then nodded obediently, but his mouth was controlled, so he could only nod with feeling.

Zhao Chuanxin was very strong and directly pulled the man to stand up from the chair and dragged him back.

"You show me the way and tell me where the money bank is. Don't make any noise. I'm definitely going to shoot today. I have to deal with the guards in the money bank, so I won't miss you. We are all Chinese, you If you are honest, you can live. If you want to be a lackey for the foreigners, then I don't mind sending you on your way."

The man's body trembled and he nodded sharply.

Then he became Zhao Chuanxin's leading party.

When he was almost there, Zhao Chuanxin said to him again: "I will let go of my hand covering your mouth now. As I said before, I will shut up if I don't miss your life."

The man nodded sharply.

Zhao Chuanxin slowly tried to relax a little.

But I heard this person whisper: "Give up. The key to the money bank is neither on me nor on the money bank guard. You can't open the lock. The guard also has a gun, and it's not just one person. You won't succeed." "

Zhao Chuanxin said: "In order for you to explain to the foreigners later, I am going to tie you up and gag you now."

After saying that, he first took out a piece of cloth and blocked the person's mouth. Then I felt it was not safe, so I covered it with a layer of cloth.

The man was extremely reluctant, but there was nothing he could do.

Zhao Chuanxin took another rope, tied his hands behind his back, and finally tied his feet and gently placed him on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin walked quietly to the money bank.

Spider legs suddenly appeared in his hand.

One of the treasury guards was currently smoking, while another was sitting on a stool, their rifles perched on the wall, some distance away.

However, they were equipped with pistols on their waists.

One of the men's pistols was a revolver, and the other turned out to be a semi-automatic pistol, because the model was not visible in the holster.

Zhao Chuanxin was very happy that he unexpectedly received the goods.

He suddenly moved forward, running faster than an ordinary person. This was the bonus given by the ghost armor.

In an instant, two guards arrived.

With the knife raised and dropped, a person's head is moved. Before the other person could react, Zhao Chuanxin thrust forward with his spider legs. The spider legs were powered by impact beams. They were extremely fast and powerful, directly piercing this person to the core.

How fast? The man had passed through his chest without feeling any pain.

Afraid that he would cry out, Zhao Chuanxin simply pushed the spider's legs forward and moved up to cover the other person's mouth.

He was not merciless at all. These foreigners burned, killed, and looted when the Eight-Nation Allied Forces invaded China. But no one in China now is innocent. If anyone calls him a narrow-minded nationalist because of this, he will spit in his face!

After taking care of the two of them, Zhao Chuanxin's heart beat faster and his adrenaline surged. It was so exciting.

The vault was made of metal, and the door lock used the multi-bolt technology invented by the Americans. As expected, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't find the key when the guard was looking for it.

He first confiscated their rifles and then their pistols.

The semi-automatic pistol was shiny new and had a horse on the handle.

"Oh no, it's actually a Horse Card Roller! I've made a profit on this one!"

Continental's cradle is Browning M1903.

This is a good gun. Except that the size is too small for Zhao Chuanxin's liking, it is very good!

This gun was mass-produced last year. It is the safest and most reliable semi-automatic pistol, and its power cannot be underestimated.

Can hold eight rounds of bullets!

Judging by the size, it's obviously made in the United States. This gun comes in two styles: European-made and American-made. The American-made one is smaller, while the European-made one is longer.

If Zhao Chuanxian had to choose, he would rather have the longer one.

I rummaged through the opponent's bag again and found that there were no spare bullets.

This made Zhao Chuanxian a little unhappy.

But I can't care about that now.

He put the pistol on his belt first, and then took out the elf carving knife.

Yes, the Elf Carving Knife is the trump card!

At the lock, Zhao Chuanxin used an elf carving knife to cut a hole first.

He is not a lockpicking expert, he relies only on violence.

Without much effort, he completely destroyed the lock.

Pushing open the door and entering, Zhao Chuanxin took out a lantern and lit it up.

"Uh-huh, why don't you send this out..."