The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction.

This is how American devils should behave.

“Hands up, line up and get out there.”

Those mercenaries had no backbone and obeyed orders.

Behind the bunker, only Frank Hogani remained.

He wanted to shoot to scare him, but looking at the fierce eyes of the mercenaries, if anyone tried to stop them from surviving, they would probably kill him first.

When Edith Roosevelt saw the mercenaries surrendering, Zhao Chuanxin walked over and kicked one and slapped the other, which was extremely humiliating.

She felt quite relieved.

According to the mayor's oral account, the cowboys who purchased the land were undoubtedly positive and innocent victims in the whole incident.

The victim turns over and rides on the neck of the persecutor to defecate, which is a great pleasure.

On this basis, Edith Roosevelt took off her guard and walked over there.

But when she was almost there, she saw Standard Oil's chief security officer Frank Hogani suddenly stood up, took a revolver and shot Zhao Chuanxin.

She felt nervous, would something happen?

A great situation cannot be ruined just like that!

Even though Zhao Chuanxin had been shot so many times before, he still acted like he was fine.

But for things like magic, spell casting will be interrupted.

Can he hold on without any defense?

Zhao Chuanxin was shot in the back and used a lightning whip with his backhand.

He controlled the energy. The lightning was not very powerful, but it was enough to twitch Frank Hogani's body and make his pistol fall to the ground.

Just waiting to torture him.

A voice sounded from behind: "Sir, please wait. This man is evidence of Rockefeller's crime."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around in surprise and saw a woman who was obviously older, but well-maintained, and she should have been exercising regularly and her figure was not out of shape.

Wearing a black tight-fitting dress and a meslin gauze, her still fair and slender neck was exposed.

She was small-boned but strong, with hips like a mare's.

Frank Hojani has recovered.

He was relieved when Edith Roosevelt blocked him.

He believed that Mr. Rockefeller would rescue him and let him get away with it as always, as long as he didn't die on the spot.

However, Zhao Chuanxin looked at Edith Roosevelt and said a faint "Oh".

Immediately, he turned around and waved his arms.

Zila...

Frank Hojani howled like a slaughtering pig.

This kind of electroshock therapy that does not lead to death is really exciting.

Anyone who has been electrocuted knows this.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his arm again and whipped five times with lightning. He understood.

Zila...

"Ouch..."

Zila...

"Ouch..."

Zila...

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved the electric whip like a dancer, while fat man Frank Hogani twitched his body like a ghost.

Edith Roosevelt: "..."

She had to remind again: "Sir, he is an important witness."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at her again: "Oh!"

Zila...

"Ouch..."

Edith Roosevelt was a little angry.

This is not how a hero should behave.

She stepped forward quickly and reminded her one last time: "Sir, you'd better stop."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around impatiently: "Don't think that you have a big butt and you can just talk."

Edith Roosevelt's face turned red.

Only now did she realize that she had made a mistake.

The one who turns the tide may not be a hero, but may also be a bigger villain.

She wandered around for a week, looking at the miserable Frank Hogani, the humble mercenary who subdued the two groups of warring men, and the arrogant and domineering Zhao Chuanxin.

Everyone here today is evil!

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Frank Hogani: "You are the chief security officer, right?"

"Yes, I am Frank Hogani. If you know what's going on, hurry up..."

Zila...

"Ouch..."

"It's drafted. How many security guards are there? What are you talking about with me?"

Zhao Chuanxin condensed all the remaining energy in his palm, and as his fingers stretched, the electric light amplified.

Zhi...

The hair of those present stood up due to the electric field, and they looked at the huge electric ball in Zhao Chuanxin's palm in horror.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Remember in the next life to practice martial ethics!"

With that said, he gave Frank Hojani an initiation.

In an instant, Frank Hogani's body was charred.

Edith Roosevelt bent over: "Ugh..."

Even among the mercenaries, some couldn't help but vomit.

Seeing a living person helplessly, the outside was burnt and the inside was tender, the impact was too great.

Zhao Chuanxin then turned around: "Big butt, who are you?"

I hate strangers telling me what to do.

He, Zhao Chuanxin, sentences people to death. Does he need evidence?

Edith Roosevelt wiped the corners of her mouth with a silk handkerchief, and after listening to Zhao Chuanxin's words, she almost fell into her own vomit.

She said angrily: "Sir, please be more respectful. This is not what a gentleman should say."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at a mercenary in confusion: "Are you a gentleman?"

The mercenary shook his head in confusion.

"Are you?"

Shake his head.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Edith Roosevelt in surprise: "So, who is the gentleman you are talking about?"

"..."

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a voice sounded not far away.

"Cowboy, I got your girl."

Everyone followed the sound.

It was Louis Verweide.

This guy came out of nowhere and attacked Wilhelmina from behind. He was now holding a gun to her head and hiding behind her.

And Andrew Miller, holding the pistol that Zhao passed down to Wilhelmina, was pointing here, but his hands kept shaking, revealing his guilty conscience.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and looked at Andrew Miller: "Have you forgotten what I told you?"

The corners of Andrew Miller's mouth kept twitching, and finally he cried "Wow": "It was Colonel Wellweed who forced me!"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Louis Welweide, who had a short mustache like a rat's whisker. This man looked very cunning and insidious.

He set his sights on Andrew Miller again and said in a playful tone: "Oh, so you are more afraid of him than you are of me, right?"

Andrew Miller was about to collapse, and his pistol shook like a dustpan full of beans.

Louis Welweide roared dissatisfied: "Cowboy, you didn't hear clearly, did you? Your woman is in my hands. You didn't want her to die, so you took off your mask. Haha, I know, that's you source of magic."

He was smart enough to think that every time Zhao Chuanxin wore a mask, that was when he was at his most tyrannical.

Wilhelmina turned pale.

She is afraid of death.

She looked at Zhao Chuanxin helplessly, but said to him: "De dood of de gladiolen!"

Zhao Chuanxin took a long puff of his cigar and said speechlessly: "Your Majesty, at this time, please stop speaking Dutch and please speak something I can understand."

Wilhelmina smiled firmly at him: "Death or a gorgeous battle, I only choose these two."

This is an old Dutch proverb that represents a kind of determination.

Suddenly, the air was filled with great tragedy.

Even Edith Roosevelt was moved and looked at Wilhelmina with admiration. She no longer just regarded her as a stupid woman.

But at the same time, I was also suspicious. Wilhelmina seemed to have an unusual relationship with this cowboy?

The surrounding mercenaries looked at each other in confusion, as things seemed to have taken a turn for the better, so they exchanged glances frequently, ready to make a move.

The residents peeking around also felt the solemnity and tension of the dark clouds before the storm came.

And at this moment,

Zhao Chuanxin's tone remained calm: "Hey, Your Majesty, look, he's using you to blackmail me. Are we going to be forced to die for our love?"

Somehow, Zhao Chuanxin could always say a few words to calm Wilhelmina when she was most scared.

She showed a bright smile: "At the moment, that seems to be a perfect ending."

Yes, it’s true, Edith Roosevelt was sure that there was an affair between these two people.

But how could it be?

Wilhelmina had never been to Kurdex.

Is this what happened in the past few days?

When Louis Welweide saw Zhao Chuanxin dilly-dallying, he pointed the muzzle of his gun: "Cowboy, don't take my words seriously. You will lose your woman. Don't test my patience. Take it off now." Mask!”

Zhao Chuanxin pinched his cigar, took the last puff, and flicked the rest away.

He said calmly: "Oh, that's it. Okay, in order to reassure you, I will remove my weapon first."

As he spoke, he touched his hand back.

"Slow down your movements. I guarantee you can't shoot as fast as me. Don't make any small moves."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, am I such an ignorant person?" Zhao Chuanxin smiled and took a pistol from nowhere, slowly placed it on the ground, and then kicked Louis. Velweide came forward.

Then, his hand reached back again, this time it was a whip.

He also threw the Whip of Judgment.

Then there was the scepter of redemption. He held up the scepter and asked, "I guess you are also afraid of this fire stick, right?"

"..." Louis Welweide: "I think you are a lunatic. Stop talking nonsense and throw it away."

The mercenaries were speechless.

It was ironic no matter how hard he said that others were crazy.

Zhao Chuanxin threw away the Redemption Scepter.

This blow was quite powerful, and the scepter flew towards the heads of Wilhelmina and Louis Verweide.

Louis Welweide just shrank his head slightly and did not take this trick seriously. His hand was still holding the trigger tightly, ready to fire at any time.

But what stunned everyone was that the stick stopped out of thin air above the head of Louis Verweide.

Louis Welweide screamed: "This must be one of your gypsy tricks again, take off the mask quickly."

The mercenaries at the back stood up quietly, preparing to control Zhao Chuanxin from behind as soon as he took off his mask.

At this moment, liquid suddenly flowed out from the top of the stick.

The liquid was poured over Louis Verweide's head.

"vomit……"

Louis Verweide doubled over uncontrollably and vomited.

That liquid stinks!

And Zhao Chuanxin blew a melodious whistle.

A "Hangman's Song" dedicated to the cunning Colonel Wellweed.

At the same time, the stench filled the air, and everyone, including the mercenaries who sneaked up from behind, vomited.

The whip at Louis Velweide's feet instantly bounced up, wrapped around his wrist, circled around his neck, and finally stood up, tied to the scepter of salvation above his head.

Edith Roosevelt was the farthest away. When she smelled the stink, it faded a lot and she immediately covered her mouth and nose.

She saw Zhao Chuanxin, surrounded by malicious people, whistling leisurely and walking towards Wilhelmina, hugging her soft waist, and instantly kicked Andrew Miller over...