The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

John Browning saw the restless stragglers hidden on the outskirts, among the police.

They exchanged glances, then rushed left and right, pushing aside the crowd, intending to subdue the Asian young man who was admired by the stars at close range.

This made him feel a little nervous.

What is the background of that Asian young man that makes him worthy of these policemen's violent attack?

After thinking about it, he still sat upright because he felt that in this situation, even if the Asian young man was surrounded by a group of spectators, he would not be able to escape.

But his hand quietly reached into the briefcase, and there was a pistol lying quietly inside.

This pistol is exactly the type of gun he came to promote at the gun show this time - the Browning M1906 pocket automatic pistol.

He used it for self-defense for the time being.

Zhao Chuanxin was smiling while signing and shaking hands with others, but his eyes were darting around.

Suddenly, a plainclothes detective pushed Grenville Harper away.

"Chen Yigeng, raise your hands, you are under arrest."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand.

Phoenix Mysterious Ring, Air Cannon.

boom……

The man flew out upside down.

The crowd was quiet for a moment, then became chaotic.

Another policeman rushed in from the right, holding a revolver in his hand, with the hammer cocked and ready to fire.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to him.

boom……

Seeing that the crowd was completely in chaos, Zhao Chuanxin ducked on his back, and then ran outside under the cover of the rushing crowd.

The policeman at the commanding heights shouted: "He lost his target and ran away with the crowd."

"Everyone come down and hunt him down."

In the distance, the Chief Secret Service Agent and Wilhelmina were equally concerned.

The chief Secret Service agent saw a police officer swimming upstream in a torrent of people.

When he was about to approach Zhao Chuanxin, his face showed the joy of success.

However, Zhao Chuanxin slapped him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground.

The lead Secret Service agent was stunned.

I wonder how strong your hand is?

Wherever there is fighting, people will flee.

Many people came with their families, and families were easily separated.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a little girl fall to the ground, and her parents were missing.

Originally, he could just run away, but if a child was trampled to death because of him, it would leave a knot in his heart.

Thinking this way, Zhao Chuanxin turned around and went back.

This scene happened to be seen by Browning.

The little girl was lying on the ground so frightened that she even forgot to cry. Big feet flew around and above her.

A big foot, unable to dodge, stepped directly towards the little girl.

The little girl's face turned pale with fright.

At this time, the foot was in the air.

She found that her parents were chasing the man who was asking for an autograph, grabbing the back of the shirt of the man who was about to step on her, and lifting it up.

Zhao Chuanxin threw this person away.

The man was in mid-air, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and boom...

Three people were running this way, and the one who was hit by that person was knocked over.

Then the girl on the ground felt that she was being pinched by the man, just like she usually held a doll.

She was flying through the clouds and mist, and in the turbulence, she saw silhouettes of people.

"Chen Yigeng, raise your hands, there are police here."

Zhao Chuanxin took out his trowel gloves and sand, built a stone wall in front of him, and took out his God of War M1907 submachine gun.

The little girl was like a pendant on his arm, as light as nothing, and did not hinder him from pulling the handle of the machine to load the gun.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the stone wall and shouted: "Stop, you are already surrounded by Chen Yigeng."

"..."

"If you don't surrender, will we shoot?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Then I'll drive first."

The devil's crystal glasses can roughly see the opponent's position through the stone wall.

He leaned forward like lightning and the submachine gun in his hand rang out.

Chug tug tug…

The distance was slightly longer, coupled with the opponent's position behind the bunker and the impressive accuracy of the submachine gun, no one was hit.

But a series of bullets startled the armed police.

What kind of firepower is this?

John Browning, who was about to leave the place of right and wrong, suddenly paused.

He turned back sharply.

From his position, he could see Zhao Chuanxin behind the stone wall.

He also saw the Ares M1907 submachine gun in Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

Zhao Chuanxin held the little girl with one arm and fired again.

Chug tug tug…

The sight of the tongues of fire spitting out was beautiful and shocking, which fascinated him as a firearms design expert.

John Browning's head was buzzing.

Farke, isn't this just that kind of gun?

What kind of magical rate of fire is this? What kind of mysterious firepower is this?

Zhao Chuanxin fired one shot at a time and retreated while firing. A group of police officers were suppressed and could not even raise their heads.

John Browning was stunned.

In this moment of confusion, Zhao Chuanxin had already run near him.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him, with an expression of surprise on his face.

He rushed over quickly and thrust the girl into John Browning's arms: "Look after her for me."

Saying that, he quickly put on his mud trowel gloves and built another stone wall here.

John Browning was stunned for two seconds.

He had never heard of the magic of gathering sand into a tower.

The police had fired, but their accuracy was mediocre. Bullets occasionally hit the stone wall but could not penetrate.

John Browning was reassured and asked: "Are you the owner of Ethan Manor?"

There is currently only one submachine gun in the entire world, and it is said that it was made by hand... and it is in the hands of the owner of Ethan Manor.

I just didn't expect that the owner of the manor would be Asian.

"Wrong person." Zhao Chuanxin directly denied it without hesitation.

"This..." John Browning held the girl, looked at the submachine gun, and then at Zhao Chuanxin: "I recognize the gun."

These words made Zhao Chuanxin stunned: "Who are you?"

"John Moses Browning!"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "You old boy, you didn't give me face before and couldn't be summoned repeatedly. Now you dare to stand in front of me?"

John Browning had sweat on his forehead.

Anyone who dares to have a shootout with a group of policemen is a gangster.

Is this person going to kill him?

By now it was too late, the sun was setting.

The pale dusk comes from afar, dividing the sky into gradually changing colors of gold and blue, blending in with the tall buildings.

The sunset on the skyline of Manhattan is paired with neon lights, giving the city a filtered texture.

Zhao Chuanxin began to take off his clothes and put on his tough armor that smelled of sweat, unmoved by the bullets rattling against the stone wall.

That calmness moved John Browning.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat: "What is the principle of this gun?"

Zhao Chuanxin tied his mouth and said calmly: "The principle is to use the high-strength electromagnetic force generated by the coil in the gun barrel to launch the magnetic needle. A transient capacitor system is used. The coil only generates a pulsed high-strength electromagnetic field at the moment of launch..."

John Browning blinked: "What on earth are you talking about?"

Zhao Chuanxin put on a skull mask, lit a cigar, and said, "I just want to tell you, since I invited you and you won't come, then be wise and shut up, because it has nothing to do with you!"

"..."

John Browning was heartbroken.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin put away his submachine gun and took out a horse-playing poker.

John Browning blurted out: "This is the gun I designed..."

You are so awesome, why are you still using my gun?

The Continental Pistol is a semi-automatic pistol he designed in 1902. It was put into production by the Belgian FN Company and the American Colt Company in 1903, called FN M1903 and Browning M1903 respectively.

What Zhao Chuanxin is holding is the FN M1903, which is larger and heavier, and also uses ammunition with a larger caliber.

Strictly speaking, the ones made in the United States are called Mapai.

The insurance team members are equipped with products made in the United States.

Zhao Chuanxi held up the gun and looked at it: "Okay, I'll use it for a few days, and then I'll come up with a pistol that's more powerful than the horse pistol, haha."

"..."

John Browning was speechless.

Before, he would have sneered and ridiculed him.

If a gun is so well designed, then everyone is a firearms design expert.

But now, he doesn't dare to be stubborn.

Seeing is believing, do you know what kind of strength someone has?

Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of his cigar and glanced at him: "Old boy, I'm warning you, watch your mouth. Don't say anything you shouldn't say after you go out."

Before John Browning could answer, he stepped out.

"It's time to show real skill."

Zhao Chuanxin launched a charge!

The marksmanship of these policemen is not very good.

As he ran, few of the bullets actually hit him.

On the other side, the chief special service agent was stunned when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin did not run away, but rushed towards the police.

Who in the right mind would do this?

But Wilhelmina breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhao Chuanxin put on his battle clothes that were riddled with holes.

Others didn't know it, but she knew that Zhao Chuanxin was invulnerable in the battle suit.

Seeing that the scene was getting even more chaotic, with bullets flying and gunshots ringing out, the chief secret service agent ignored Wilhelmina's opinion and said to the coachman: "Let's go quickly."

As he walked, he looked back.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin raise his hand and shoot, a policeman leaning over was shot in the shoulder and his rifle fell to the ground.

Good marksmanship!

That distance is already the limit of the pistol.

boom!

Another police officer was shot in the shoulder.

The lead Secret Service agent narrowed his eyes.

He could see that Zhao Chuanxin did not want to kill anyone.

This makes Zhao Chuanxin's shooting skills even more amazing.

I really can hit wherever I want.

Zhao Chuanxin stood in the middle of the encirclement, not covering his face, holding guns in both hands to lock the central axis, and the bottom plate was stable. As long as the upper body is turned, anyone who dares to poke his head will be beaten.

After injuring three people, no one from the police dared to show their face.

John Browning, the Chief Secret Service Agent, and the policemen, only one word "Fuck" can describe the mood at this time.

John Browning said to himself: I made the gun, but being able to use it so well has little to do with me...

However, there was a vague feeling in my heart - the pleasure of creating a magical weapon and being used by the peerless God of War.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "You have been surrounded by Chen Yigeng, I advise you to surrender!"

police:"……"

"Damn it, Faker, he's only one person. We both got up and shot at the same time. Remember to hit accurately!"

It's so arrogant that it makes people feel suffocated.

The two counted three times and suddenly stood up at the same time.

Bang, bang!

However, neither of the two shots were fired by them...

They are the ones who fall!

Still shot in the shoulder.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

In terms of accuracy, technology is inferior to humans.

In terms of rate of fire, he is still defeated.

Two people are no match for one person!

They didn't dare to poke their heads in, but Zhao Chuanxin trotted forward carelessly.

After arriving at a bunker, the policeman was trembling with fear.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked the rifle out of his hand.

"Get up you!"

He dragged the policeman as a human shield and walked towards other bunkers...