The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The lady wanted to ask about the situation, but before she could speak, Zhao Chuanxin instantly put on a mask and gloves.

"Don't move in the car, wait for me."

The coachman was already under control.

In the darkness, there were shadowy figures, and more than ten men with guns surrounded the car.

Someone shouted: "Get out of the car and get checked."

This is the main road to Xinxin Prison.

In the car, the lady didn't know the situation, but she could hear the impatience and cruelty of the blocker, and the coachman's silence.

Something was clearly wrong.

She finally became afraid.

The officer pulled out his gun, cocked the hammer, and held the gun in both hands.

Although he tried his best to stay calm, his body was still shaking.

This frightens the lady even more.

Instead, Andrew Miller comforted him: "Don't panic, they don't know they have provoked a terrible existence, let them be arrogant for a while."

Police officer: "..."

Is this what you should say? Why are you so confident?

The lady was even more surprised. Why was it the criminal comforting the police officer?

Chug tug tug…

After the short, sharp gunshots, only each other's heavy breathing and the exclamations of the coachman outside could be heard in the carriage, and silence fell immediately.

There was only the noise of frogs croaking and cicadas at night, and the little things were fearless in the face of mankind's deadly thermal weapons.

Everyone in the carriage felt helpless and resigned to their fate.

Even the assassin did not get any comfort. He felt that he was captured and that no matter what, he would only die.

After a moment, the car door opened and Zhao Chuanxin got into the car.

He knocked on the window and said to the driver: "Let's go!"

The horses kicked and stepped, and the car moved slowly.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his skull mask, took out the bullet, and loaded the submachine gun magazine.

Everyone saw that he was acting like nothing was wrong, and his expression was extremely calm.

The lady spoke first: "What happened?"

Zhao Chuanxin first replenished the ammunition, put away the magazine, and put his arms around the lady's waist: "Madam, don't worry, they are local gangsters. I reasoned with them, and they left quietly."

The police officers smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke remaining on Zhao Chuanxin's body and knew that those people might be peaceful, but they couldn't leave.

What kind of weapon is that? To make that kind of continuous gunfire?

The magazine in Zhao Chuanxin's hand is so long, maybe it can hold thirty rounds of bullets, right?

A big question mark was drawn in the police officer's head.

I just felt that this escort trip was really torturous.

The lady saw many holes in Zhao Chuanxin's thick coat.

She couldn't help but reached out and touched it, but felt the outline of her chest muscles.

"Is this a bullet hole?"

When she said this, Zhao Chuanxin also felt a little uncomfortable.

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that there should be no danger for the time being, so I took off my clothes and unbuttoned the special buttons on the hem.

嘡啷嘡啷……

I don't know how many warheads were shaken off the carriage board.

Zhao Chuanxin fastened the buttons and put them on again.

Everyone: "..."

That’s outrageous!

How many shots does it take to leave so many bullets?

Isn’t this even dead?

When we arrived at the prison gate, the driver stopped the car and reminded us: "Sir, we have arrived at Xinxin Prison."

He was in shock, with a trembling voice.

Zhao Chuanxin winked at the lady and said, "Sister, I'm leaving first."

Saying that, he jumped out of the car without any hesitation.

The lady moved to the car, stuck her head out and shouted, "Remember to come to me."

The police officer was speechless.

After many twists and turns, we finally arrived.

The police officers "politely" invited Zhao Chuanxin into the prison to meet with the guards at Xinxin Prison.

Under the surprised gaze of the prison guard, the police officer said to Zhao Chuanxin before leaving: "Sir, I wish you a happy life."

God is so happy.

It was the first time I saw a police officer wishing the prisoner a happy life.

And why is this prisoner not wearing handcuffs?

Perhaps because of the police's explanation, Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller were imprisoned in the same cell again.

The assassin was taken for treatment.

Whether he can survive or not is unknown.

There were only two people in the cell, Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller.

Zhao Chuanxin packed up, lay down on the bed, and said, "Don't sleep, keep watch. If someone comes, wake me up. You can sleep during the day, and I'll keep watch."

…

The next day, Manhattan, New York City.

John Rockefeller Jr. was deep in thought behind his desk, his eyes straight.

There was a knock on the door and he raised his eyes: "Come in."

In walked Ricky, a long-time employee of the family who had always kept a low profile and was his secretary.

Ricky said, "There's some bad news."

John Rockefeller Jr.'s heart skipped a beat: "What's the matter?"

"Yesterday, at the First Precinct on Beit Street, a man we sent was beaten to death in the police station. Later, I learned that they wanted to transfer the prisoners and sent two groups. One was on the train to assassinate, and the other was in Australia. On the way from Spin Town to Xingxin Prison. The entire army was wiped out."

John Rockefeller Jr. was being scolded by his father yesterday, so he pretended to be calm.

But the chair under my butt made a creaking sound.

Ricky could feel the anxiety building inside him.

"Why? Is there an army protecting him?"

Ricky shook his head: "It is said that when he was at the police station, there was only one person beside Andrew Miller, who was also a prisoner. When they were escorted, there were more police officers, no more than three."

John Rockefeller Jr. had already spoken with Ronaldo and reached an agreement on this matter.

But something happened on the other end.

He asked: "Is there a solution?"

Ricky nodded: "I have investigated that another prisoner has been held together with Andrew Miller. I can try to separate them and then take action."

"That's it, make sure to kill with one blow."

…

In the morning, let out some air.

Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller came to the playground.

The cell was too dark. In order to save money, there was not much lighting at all, which made me feel depressed.

It will be much better if you come out and relax.

A group of people looked at the two men maliciously, but did not step forward rashly.

New inmates in the prison have to fall in line or submit a petition in order to stay here with peace of mind.

Either make friends or make sure you are strong enough.

Although Andrew Miller has been in the army, the prisoners here are all tall and round, with scars, tattoos, bald heads, seal beards, and eyes as big as copper bells...

No matter how scary it is.

This is much scarier than being at the police station.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around. Except for the prison guards armed with rifles on the high wall, there were no thermal weapons here.

He then took off his armor of fortitude, turned around, and put it away to hide his eyes from others.

As usual, I practiced balancing.

In the past, Zhao Zhongyi wanted to teach him how to practice martial arts step by step. It was either windy or rainy.

At this time, he did not need anyone else to supervise him and he practiced diligently.

It can be seen that if people want to grow, they cannot be forced.

Seeing that many people here were wearing tank tops or shirtless, Zhao Chuanxin was not to be outdone. He took off his T-shirt and threw it to Andrew Miller to help hold it.

His lines are no longer so obvious. The reason is that he eats too much these days and accumulates fat, which overwhelms his original muscles.

But his body became stronger and stronger.

With the tattoos all over his back and the huge gunshot scars running through it, it fits the scene quite well.

A black man sneaked up and asked Andrew Miller: "Do you want cigarettes? I also have pictorials, and pictorials of women."

As he said that, he raised his eyebrows in a very vulgar way.

Andrew Miller shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have much money."

The black man looked him up and down: "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, you can exchange it for something else."

Andrew Miller smiled bitterly: "I don't even have anything to change."

The black man chuckled: "Actually, there are still some. Have you seen that person?"

Andrew Miller looked in the direction of his finger and saw a tall white man with a beard, also looking at him.

The eyes are aggressive.

The black man said: "His name is Jim Cowles. He is a very famous figure in the Western District of New York. He is highly respected in the world. He hopes to become friends with you and spend a good night together."

Andrew Miller trembled and hurriedly looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

The black man looked the same way.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin rested his left hand on the ground, staggered his legs, and slowly stretched to the right.

Then place your right hand on the ground and stretch your legs to the left.

This is balance.

The black people were dumbfounded.

Is this an action a human can make?

Zhao Chuanxin's legs slowly landed on the ground, he slowly stood up, and let out a long breath.

Then waved to the black man.

The black man walked over involuntarily, subconsciously he didn't dare to resist.

"You go back and tell that Jim Cowles, let him say it to his face, if he has the courage."

The black man felt that this man was not easy to deal with and ran back quickly.

At this time, black people in prison lacked any dominance at all and were just errands for others.

It is far different from the five to six people in later generations.

When he told Jim Cowles about the situation, Jim Cowles looked gloomy but did not have an attack.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored these cats and dogs and continued training.

But when the excursion is over and we go back.

Jim Cowles led the men in pursuit.

"Newcomer, you'd better be careful what you say."

Zhao Chuanxin stopped and turned to look at him: "You can wash your clothes again if they are dirty, but you don't have much chance to do it over in life."

Jim Cowles was confused.

What's the meaning?

Where's the chicken soup for me?

He sneered: "We'll see."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the prison guard not far away and said nothing.

But when they were going back to their cells, the two were stopped by prison guards.

The prison guard said, "You need to change cells."

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged, where are you waiting?

It doesn't matter, okay?

However, the prison guard stopped Andrew Miller and said, "You are still in the original cell."

Andrew Miller's expression changed drastically and he looked at Zhao Chuanxin eagerly.

If they were separated, wouldn't he definitely die?

However, Zhao Chuanxin's expression remained as usual, and he asked the prison guard cheerfully: "Are you sure that he will still be here if he doesn't change cells, right?"

The prison guard replied firmly: "That's right."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded to Andrew Miller: "Peace of mind!"

He went with the prison guard to another cell.

However, he kept the surrounding route firmly in mind.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

That Jim Cowles is here.

Jim Cowles stood up with a grin: "You didn't expect that, did you?"

"Yeah, you're anxious for me to give you lessons, right?"

"What class?" Jim Cowles had questions in his mind.

"For example, the role of biological males and females in the continuation of life, and the bad influence of fencing on civilization."

"watt?"