The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxian returned to the Dutch Hotel.

Mi Shan took a running start, jumped up with Zhao Chuanxin on his back, and actually crossed ten steps.

One person and one horse, directly enter the lobby on the first floor of the Holland Hotel.

This may be the first time a horse has been brought in since the Holland Hotel was built.

The manager who refunded Abraham Cohen's deposit was on duty today.

He saw Zhao Chuanxin coming in and hiding behind the counter tremblingly.

Zhao Chuanxin sat upright on horseback and waved to the lobby manager.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

Zhao Chuanxin's body exuded the smell of gunpowder smoke and he said condescendingly: "Go to the banquet hall and ask Brother Smith to let people out to the lobby. Also, let our two apprentices come out first."

Manager Qi Qi Ai Ai: "But, I don't recognize..."

Zhao Chuanxin glared: "You don't have a damn mouth? You don't know how to ask?"

The manager's face turned pale: "Yes, yes..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a carrot and stuffed it into Mishan's mouth.

A smile immediately appeared on the horse's face.

Then he pooped some horse manure on the smooth marble floor.

Arthur Gompers came out with his daughter in his arms.

Followed by Benjamin Goldberg.

Margaret Gompers saw Zhao Chuanxin and shouted proudly: "Master, I'm not afraid, not at all!"

Arthur Gompers: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "You are a good citizen of New York and a good disciple of Master. The prelude of the times is playing for you!"

When Benjamin Goldberg saw it, he only praised his junior sister, but what about himself?

Not to be outdone, he said: "Master, I even stabbed the gangster holding your arm with a pen."

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of shock: "The masters are among the people. No wonder Master feels that there is a strong internal force coming in. The power of a pen is so terrifying!"

Benjamin Goldberg: “…”

The Smith brothers led the embarrassed crowd to the lobby.

When these people saw Zhao Chuanxin, they subconsciously stopped.

This person is too cruel.

After today, I’m afraid I’ll be able to stop crying at night in New York.

Become the protagonist of a lifelong nightmare for the person involved.

Zhao Chuanxin drove his horse forward and snatched the young apprentice from Arthur Gompers' arms: "Bring it to you!"

Arthur Gompers: "..."

He opened his mouth, but didn't dare to resist.

Zhao Chuanxin murmured in a low voice: "I will interrogate you later. Tell Master in a low voice whether they lied."

"Um!"

Zhao Chuanxin waved to the crowd: "Come here one by one."

"Are you an accomplice of Charles Baker?"

Shake his head.

Then, after being confirmed by Margaret Gompers, Zhao Chuanxin said politely: "I'm sorry that I frightened you today. I'll come to you another day to apologize so I can leave."

Very efficient.

When people saw that Zhao Chuanxin had really let them leave, they finally heaved a sigh of relief.

I dare not have any complaints.

However, one of the men with a European accent came after Zhao Chuanxin’s questioning.

He replied in broken English: "I'm not."

Margaret Gompers whispered: "He lied."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the man: "Go and wait over there."

The man's expression changed drastically.

He yelled angrily: "Why? I am Swiss, you have no right to detain me."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the Winchester M1897 from the saddle holster, moved up and down with one hand, and clicked the gun: "I'm counting three, three!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go over..."

Everyone: "..."

Next, except for the Swiss, everyone passed smoothly.

Rebecca Levy came last.

Seeing her not daring to raise her head, Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Have you eaten enough?"

"Ah?" Rebecca Levi was confused and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "I, I'm full."

Zhao Chuanxin threw an umbrella over and said: "Go home quickly. If you encounter someone who is robbing money and sex on the road, report your name as a food truck gang. If there is anyone who doesn't open your eyes, I will make him bleed like a river!"

This time, Rebecca Levi believes that Zhao Chuanxian means what he says.

This is no exaggeration, it was really a river of blood.

A man flattered her by saying, "My carriage is outside. Let me take this lady home."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

Everyone is gone.

The Smith brothers looked at Zhao Chuanxin in awe, waiting for his instructions.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Swiss: "Tell me, what is your relationship with Charles Baker?"

"We have no relationship."

Zhao Chuanxin threw an ax to Big Smith: "First chop off the fingers, then chop off the toes. When do you say it, when do you stop?"

The Swiss' expression changed drastically.

Resist? He is powerless.

Shut up? He is afraid of pain.

The "real-life version of Ryze" Big Smith also looks scary.

Bald head, a messy beard, big eye bags, and thick lips.

He only took two steps with the axe, and the Swiss collapsed: "I confess, my name is Ulrich von Beck, a Swiss, and I brought in the Swiss who were killed by you. They are employed by Kang Youwei, and I know nothing else..."

Big Smith looked at Zhao Chuanxin, who stretched out his sword finger by his thigh and waved it slightly.

Big Smith understood and raised his ax.

The Dutch hotel manager's eyes twitched. His face was spattered with blood. It was scalding!

But Zhao Chuanxin covered Margaret Gompers's eyes, turned the horse's head, and walked out kicking.

As for the eldest disciple, he has seen this kind of scene many times, and his young mind may have been distorted for a long time, so he might as well distort it a little more.

Big Smith turned to the manager and said, "What did you see?"

The manager shook his head: "I didn't see anything."

"Afterwards, if it's none of your business, the food truck gang will owe you a favor. This favor is very valuable, so you have to cherish it."

…

The home of Arthur Gompers.

Zhao Chuanxin is frying vegetarian meatballs in the kitchen.

When he was a child, every Chinese New Year, his grandmother would fry vegetarian meatballs, fried vermicelli, and fried pork as tribute.

People outside the customs were not wealthy to begin with. Even when Zhao Chuanxin was a child, his family had little money, so this was already a good tribute.

While the vegetarian meatballs were being fried, Zhao Chuanxin was waiting nearby.

Half of it was dedicated to the ancestor, and the other half was sacrificed to his five internal organs temple.

Now, he takes good care of his living ancestors. Isn't eating spicy food better than plain meatballs?

Therefore, there is no need to worship ancestors in the future. If you live unfilially and die, it will be useless to scream.

The two apprentices were waiting nearby and rushed to eat as soon as the pot came out.

"Okay, don't eat too much, it's very greasy."

Zhao Chuanxin turned off the gas.

Bringing the remaining vegetarian meatballs to the table.

Mrs. Gompers said embarrassedly: "How can we let the guests cook?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "It doesn't matter."

At this time, the door bell rang, indicating that someone opened the door and entered the house.

Arthur Gompers is back.

There were drops of water on his woolen coat.

The continuous autumn rain makes New York feel cold.

He pulled Zhao Chuanxin aside: "The New York Police Department's 1st, 5th, 10th, 14th, and 17th branches simultaneously sent people to the streets, arrested many of your people, and seized He killed Xinghui Catering Company. Big Smith and Abraham Cohen escaped by hiding."

At this time, two days had passed since the shootout at the Holland Hotel.

For the past two days, Zhao Chuanxin has been staying at Arthur Gompers' home.

There was no sign of anxiety on Zhao Chuanxin's face, but Arthur Gompers was anxious first: "What should I do?"

"They didn't commit any crime, so why arrest them?"

Arthur Gompers said: "I asked some contacts, and they said that these branches also received money from the Imperial Constitutional Council to arrest people, and they also searched for you everywhere."

Zhao Chuanxin remained calm: "Let's eat first, it will get cold soon."

"..."

After finishing the meal, Zhao Chuanxin wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up and said to the two apprentices: "You two will clear the plates later."

Mrs. Gompers quickly said: "Where can I let my children do this?"

"Their master, that is, me, is a man who works hard from dawn to dusk and eats every day. He must do everything by himself. The disciples who cannot be taught cannot be industrious and indifferent to grains."

Benjamin Goldberg was very unconvinced. Master still dares to call himself a man who eats all night and eats all day long?

But he didn't dare to refute.

At this time, the phone rang.

Arthur Gompers's was one of the few households in New York to have a telephone installed by an individual.

Arthur Gompers went to answer the phone and shouted after a moment: "Boss, I'm here to see you."

Zhao Chuanxin walked over and picked up: "Who is it?"

"I'm Thomas, boss, and I really need you to take action and think of a way. As long as we can make a fuss and delay the second New York City municipal bond issuance, we can make a fortune now and the follow-up operations will be easier."

Previously, Zhao Chuanxin's trader Thomas W. Lawson suggested that Zhao Chuanxin make some noise, which troubled the City Council, which was recently discussing the issuance of New York City municipal bonds.

The stock market has plummeted by a quarter in the past few days. Thomas W. Lawson had previously preached that the market had reached the stage of reaping the first wave of results.

As early as June of this year, New York City’s municipal bond issuance failed once. This time because of the plummeting stock price, the issue was raised again.

Thomas W. Lawson had to delay the good news if he wanted to maximize his profits.

He knew very well who Zhao Chuanxin was. Others couldn't do this kind of thing, but for Zhao Chuanxin, it was nothing more than causing trouble again.

However, he didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin had lost his devil crystal glasses and his combat power was not as good as before.

Previously, Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal.

This time he pondered for a moment and said, "Just wait for the news."

"Great, boss, I knew you could do it."

hang up the phone.

Zhao Chuanxin put on the fortitude armor suit and went to the backyard to saddle Mishan.

Arthur Gompers followed out: "What are you going to do?"

"I've been called to the New York Police Department, and I'm here to answer your call!"

Because of this series of plans, he has lost his devil crystal glasses.

This loss is too great.

Now there are still people who want him to be unable to earn even this small amount of money. Zhao Chuanxin wants to use their lives to defend his property.

By the way, use the New York Police Department to find Kang Youwei.

Arthur Gompers frowned.

Although he often organized strikes and demonstrations, he was still extremely uncomfortable with Zhao Chuanxin killing New York police officers so unscrupulously and felt that he was going to cause a big trouble.

"Can you imitate the Imperial Constitutional Council and bribe them?"

"Are you paying for it?" Zhao Chuanxin looked at him sideways: "Anyway, I don't have a damn penny now."

He is telling the truth!

Part of his money was kept in China and distributed to Lugang Town, the Backwater Army, the Xuantian Sect in Hong Kong Island, and charitable organizations.

The bulk of the other part was given to Thomas W. Lawson and Jesse Livermore for operation, and a small part was used to build workshops, buy cattle, and a series of investments.

Xinghui Catering Company's money was squeezed from Da Hu.

…

at Dieters Park.

Big Smith wore a hooded cloak and looked like a homeless man, shivering in the wind and rain.

All his brothers were captured, but he escaped.

It is difficult to return home, and the store has been closed.

In the distance, two policemen passed by. One of them glanced at Big Smith sitting on the chair, suddenly pointed at him and shouted: "Hey, man, raise your head."

Big Smith trembled.

His head dropped lower.

The two policemen looked at each other, held down their holsters, and surrounded them.

Big Smith sighed, raised his hand, and removed his hood, revealing his big bald head.

"Yes, it's him, Nigger Smith!"

Big Smith said angrily: "What crime have we committed? Why should we arrest me?"

A policeman chuckled and said, "I don't like you niggas, and besides, someone paid for it."

"Are you still considered police? You only care about money, right?"

"They spend a lot of money, from top to bottom, everyone gets a share, so you're in trouble."

"Hmph, just wait, my boss will make these gangsters look good!"

"Haha, that damn beast you were talking about, he killed fifteen of us in cold blood..."

Big Smith cursed: "It was your people who were bribed by Charles Baker. No wonder our boss."

"You can't even protect yourself. There is no need to defend him. We will find this beast, cut him into pieces, bury him in the dirty mud and let him rot!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone behind him say: "Who is looking for me?"

The two policemen turned back in shock, and Big Smith trembled.

They saw Zhao Chuanxin, who was wearing heavy work clothes full of bullet holes and a skull mask under a cowboy hat. He was holding a cigar and riding a tall horse overlooking the two of them.

This skull mask is the symbol of the outlaw Chen Yigeng.

The expressions of the two policemen changed and they were about to draw their guns.

Zhao Chuanxin already had the Mosin-Nagant wheel in hand and quickly pressed down on the hammer.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

It’s true that the locking plug-in is gone, but the level of familiarity and control of firearms is still there.

If Zhao Chuanxin can't hit it accurately again, he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

After all, playing with guns is not just a day or two.

The two policemen fell to the ground, and one of them died on the spot. The other struggled to get up and wanted to reach for his gun.

The Mosin Nagant wheel spun around in Zhao Chuanxin's hands, and he inserted it into the holster on his waist.

"Mishan, trample him to death!"

Mishan was really not used to others. He raised his front hooves and stepped on them.

The policeman just touched the gun, poof...

Big Smith asked in awe: "Boss, where are you going?"

"Visit the 1st, 5th, 10th, 14th, and 17th NYPD Precincts."

"..."