The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"Well, do me a favor and I'll help you deal with the police and even make them afraid!"

"You are the one who caused the trouble. How can I help you?"

"Just leave if you don't want to help me. No matter what the problem, the police will only come to trouble you."

"Hmph, are you leaving?"

"Then try it. I can kill foreign policemen, and I can also kill you gang members."

Yu Wenxuan had sweat on his forehead.

He really had no confidence in keeping this person.

Zhao Chuanxin, at this time, had already taken out a mask and put it on his head.

"Let me ask you again, can you help? If you dare to say no, we will see the truth under our hands!"

Click, the pistol is loaded!

Yu Wenxuan just took out his revolver.

But look at the semi-automatic pistol in Zhao Chuanxin's hand, and then look at his revolver, and his men don't even have guns, they have either knives or axes in their hands.

He believed that if he was not sure of killing the opponent and used the opponent's ability to easily defeat the entire police station, he would probably die here.

"Okay, do you want me to agree with you?"

Seeing that he was timid, Zhao Chuanxin smiled. In the mask, his voice was a little muffled: "You help me take care of more than 20 women. I will pay you for room and board, and the money is yours."

As he spoke, a bag was thrown at Yu Wenxuan's feet.

Yu Wenxuan picked it up and saw that it was full of white flowers. It must have cost hundreds of dollars!

Banknotes are already popular in the United States, but Yingyang is also a currency in circulation.

What Zhao Chuanxin gave him was Yingyang, which he took from Citigroup.

"Tell me earlier, can I help you with all the money you have!"

Haha, Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

If you don't shock him first, he will definitely not do his best if you just take money.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Stabilize the situation first, and I will bring people over. Don't let the news here get out, and settle these people first."

Yu Wenxuan said: "They all have to wait for the sun to send the police first!"

Zhao Chuanxin's conversation with him was full of guessing and confusion.

Anyway, it’s a pretty good guess.

Just nodded, turned around and walked out.

The residents on the left and right curiously opened the crack of the door and looked outside. When they saw Zhao Chuanxin walking out of China Street carelessly, a group of people dared to come out to watch the fun.

Zhao Chuanxin went to pick up Zhang Zehui and others and took them to Chinatown.

He was still very careful and asked Xingyue to give a map of the surrounding biological distribution. He was relieved when he found that there was no ambush.

Yu Wenxuan and others stood guard at the entrance of Chinatown, and the bodies of the white policemen were laid out at the street entrance.

"You have to take good care of me. I'll help you deal with the foreigners who are looking for trouble outside."

"You want to do it?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked around, took a few steps, and jumped into the air.

He grabbed the cornices and brackets with his hands and reached the roof in a few strokes.

He said condescendingly: "I will stay here and kill as many as I come!"

"No wonder I didn't remind you, I want to report to the ghost guy!"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't quite understand, but he nodded to show that he understood.

But seeing Yu Wenxuan letting his men out of Chinatown, he somewhat understood.

When foreigners manage Chinatown, they should adopt a two-pronged approach. On the one hand, police forces are stationed, and on the other hand, these gangs are also needed to assist in governance.

He spent the night wrapped in a quilt on the roof.

Early the next morning, before dawn, he woke up.

It's very foggy in San Francisco, especially in weather like this.

He heard the sound of horse hooves, and in the rolling fog, a group of cavalry came menacingly.

Not the police, but the Rangers!

Zhao Chuanxin took out Maxim and set it up on the roof.

The ranger asked the Chinese who reported the news where the murderer was.

The Chinese shook his head.

The ranger looked at the row of corpses on the ground again, frowning.

He gave orders to his men.

A ranger rushed into Chinatown, rushed into a random house, and pulled the people out.

"Tell me, where is the murderer?"

The Chinese didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin was hiding on the roof, so he hesitated and couldn't answer, so he could only shake his head and say he didn't know.

Then, Zhao Chuanxin saw the ranger holding a gun to the man's head and asked again.

The Chinese man was so frightened that he peed his pants, but he really didn't know.

boom!

Just shoot!

At the same time as he fired, Zhao Chuanxin also opened fire.

Tata Tata...

The front ranger officer's upper body was shot in two, and his horse was shot and fell to the ground.

The people behind them were too late to turn their horses around, and more than ten people were killed.

Zhao Chuanxin ceased fire and shouted: "You kill one person, I will kill ten! Continue!"

Some of the remaining rangers raised their guns and shot in this direction.

But the accuracy cannot be guaranteed, the bullet misses wildly.

Zhao Chuanxin fired again.

Tata Tata...

More than ten people died.

The rest ran further away.

Zhao Chuanxin had already exposed his location, so he no longer hid it. Since they couldn't hit him at this distance anyway, he simply lay down, took out his cigar and lit it.

He took a sip of cold water, rinsed his mouth, and squinted at the fog in the distance to see what these rangers wanted to do.

Not long after, a horse came over with kicks and kicks. The man raised his hands on the horse. His equestrian skills were pretty good.

"I'm not going to attack, I'm here to ask questions as a representative."

What he said was actually Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief. He was really not good at conversational English and could only hear simple words.

"What do you want to ask, tell me!"

"We want to ask you, what do you want to do? Do you want to fight the entire army? You know, we can burn Chinatown to the ground."

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar in his mouth and shouted: "You can bring cannons and bomb this place, but I don't live in Chinatown anyway. Your attitude towards the Chinese is very bad. I think their lives are terrible anyway, so they might as well die." When they die, I will avenge them. Again, if you kill one person, I will kill ten of you."

Sweat instantly appeared on the man's forehead.

I originally wanted to figure it out, but I saw that I was completely unprepared.

He continued: "We will bring a lot of people here and surround this place. You can't escape. You only have one person and limited ammunition, so you can't beat us."

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin said, "Let's go back first and bring people around to try. I wish you success!"

The ranger: "..."

Are you really sick?

He turned and left.

Sure enough, when I reported it back, my superiors immediately became angry: "Lawless. Who gave these piglets the courage? They must be punished severely and they must be taught a lesson!"

At this time, Americans used to call Chinese workers in the United States piglets and pigs. The abducted woman is called Zhuhua.

This time, an army team of 150 people was sent to directly approach Chinatown, block all the exits here, and then approach step by step.

The Chinese people below Chinatown began to yell at Zhao Chuanxin on the roof: "It's all your fault. The ghost guy is going to massacre."

"Street boy!"

There are also people who throw rotten eggs and dung balls here.

At first, Zhao Chuanxin didn't care, but the more he cursed, the worse he got. He fired a row of bullets into the street, causing the soil to fly.

"Damn it, the foreigners didn't know how to resist when they came, they just obeyed, now how can they stand up to our own people? Who the hell dares to scold you again, they don't need to massacre, I will kill you first!"

They dared not speak.

Sometimes Zhao Chuanxin becomes even more angry with his own people.

If our own people have no future, they know that they are more hateful than foreigners.

He stopped talking and looked at the approaching Army soldiers.

They took out two machine guns and were setting them up.

Colt M1985 machine gun!

Zhao Chuanxin took out his rifle, bang!

A soldier who was setting up a machine gun fell directly to the ground, motionless.

This was the limit of the rifle, and Zhao Chuanxin could hardly hit it.

Then, he simply took out Maxim and fired from a distance.

The distance was too far and there was no accuracy, but it still made the opponent howl like a ghost.

Then, he saw someone touching him from another direction.

He dropped Maxim, took out the Madsen machine gun, and fired in the other direction.

The people over there also quickly retreated.

Sometimes, machine gun positions are so brainless, especially when a high ground is occupied. A high ground may cause huge casualties to thousands of soldiers.

The reason why Zhao Chuanxin dared to be arrogant was entirely because he had too much ammunition.

There are three Maxims and five Madsens in the space, as well as countless rifles and ammunition, so you can shoot them at will.

One man is in charge, no one can open it!

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