The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin had already had this idea in his mind, waiting for work at leisure, and caught them off guard.

That’s the beauty of times of poor communication and slow traffic.

Although there are cars, New York City does not have the capacity to provide every police officer with a car.

And even if you have a car, you can't run fast with a flat belly.

The police who rushed to rescue were repulsed by a wave of metal barrages. Zhao Chuanxin changed the bullet belt and continued to lie between the two Maxims.

He is really not afraid of being surrounded.

First of all, it is impossible for all the police in New York to come, and secondly, what if they are surrounded?

To the east is the East River, to the north are buildings, and to the south is the Upper Bay outside of Battery Park. He can easily escape even if he can't fight.

The two sides reached a deadlock again.

Inside the first precinct.

The policeman who had used his binoculars to see his teammates rushing to the rescue had just cheered up, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin would be defeated due to a double-team attack from both sides.

Unexpectedly, he was beaten back as soon as he showed his head.

For a time, morale fell to the bottom.

"what to do?"

"Let's continue negotiating."

As a result, the door to the first branch was opened again.

A police officer missed his target and came out with a white flag.

"Chen Yigeng, don't shoot, I'm here to negotiate."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "History is always so strikingly similar."

The man said, "We are going to release your people now."

"casual."

"..."

The Smith brothers filed out of the first precinct.

"Boss, is that you?" Er Smith burst into tears.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't even stand up: "How many Smiths?"

"second."

"Second Smith, take your brother back to work."

Seven Smith was the more impulsive one. He asked: "Boss, what about you? Don't you need our help?"

Er Smith kicked him: "Don't be embarrassed. How can you help?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Let's go quickly, we won't be able to catch the Fifth Avenue tram in a while."

Smith: "..."

After the Smith brothers leave.

The police officer holding up the white flag continued to ask: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I want you to help me find someone."

"who?"

"Kang Youwei of the Imperial Constitutional Council."

The policeman holding the white flag was stunned.

They took money from the Imperial Constitutional Council, and Zhao Chuanxin came to kill them. The condition of their withdrawal was to find their sponsor?

The policeman holding the white flag looked uncertain: "Wait a minute, I want to ask my superiors for instructions."

New York City police often play free-for-nothing tricks.

But that depends on the individual, ordinary criminals, everything is easy to say.

But for funders like Kang Youwei who are already considered capitalists, the New York police still have to take their own "reputation" into consideration.

The reaction of the director of the First Branch is very interesting. Zhao Chuanxin killed so many of their people, and he was able to discuss with Zhao Chuanxin and let him withdraw.

But when Zhao Chuanxin asked them to find out the financial owner,

"No!" the director said solemnly: "We are the police, how can we help the criminal? Since he is unwilling to evacuate and will not surrender, let's wait for our large reinforcements to arrive. He will not be able to escape." "

At this time, a policeman knocked on the door: "Chief, the New York Times called and asked what happened? A witness called them to report what happened here, and they are going to send a reporter here."

"Tell them not to come!"

…

Zhao Chuanxin did not wait for a reply, and he was not in a hurry.

Feeling his abdomen was a little swollen, he stood up and walked a few steps, unfastened his belt and let the water drain.

His position was very particular, with police reinforcements on his left and the First Precinct on his right. How could he face both of them sideways.

It can be seen that he protects "privacy" very strictly.

After shuddering, Zhao Chuanxin pulled up his pants and strolled back.

At this time, on the porch of a restaurant, a policeman held a Springfield M1892 and aimed at Zhao Chuanxin.

This rifle was the main battle equipment of the US Marine Corps when the Eight-Nation Allied Forces invaded China.

boom!

In the distance, Zhao Chuanxin fell down in response.

The sniper was overjoyed: "I knocked him down!"

"As expected of a sharpshooter from the Marine Corps."

"Shet, awesome!"

The police who rushed to the rescue were excited.

"Come on, let's catch this son of a bitch and cut him into pieces!"

Having said that, no one dared to go forward alone.

The superintendent ordered at least half of the troops and advanced cautiously with his gun in hand.

The remaining people stayed where they were, ready to shoot and respond.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...

Zhao Chuanxin, who was "standing up" on the ground, suddenly turned over, lying down, and swept across with the God of War M1907.

Chug tug tug…

A volley of bullets knocked down eight people, and the rest abandoned their weapons and armor and fled in disgrace.

Zhao Chuanxin lay back down again, took out Mauser bullets and loaded them.

"Faq, this despicable guy!"

"Damn it!"

The superintendent rushed to the rescue and yelled, but to no avail.

At this time, a police officer gasped and said: "Superintendent, reporters from the New York Times, New York News, and New York Evening Post are all here. They asked to film the interview at close range."

Just as the superintendent was about to speak, the surrounding police officers could no longer stop these journalists who were as excited as sharks smelling blood.

They held cameras and pens on their backs and charged into battle like frontline soldiers.

Zhao Chuanxin faintly heard the movement and looked up.

He rolled his eyes, took out the Whip of Judgment, tore off a piece of white cloth on a sheet, and whistled.

Amidst the whistle, the whip of judgment briefly lifted the white cloth and stood upright.

Over there, a young policeman suddenly said to the superintendent: "Look, he has put up a white flag."

The superintendent frowned: "I won't be fooled a second time."

The young policeman was unsure: "What if he really wants to surrender?"

The superintendent glanced at him: "Well, go ahead and ask him yourself to see what he wants to do."

Small police:"……"

You deserve to die, you're a bitch!

Zhao Chuanxin held up the white flag for a while, then heard a young policeman shout from a distance: "Chen Yigeng, do you want to surrender?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "I want you to let the reporters in."

The little policeman breathed a sigh of relief, and his back was wet with cold sweat.

He ran back quickly and reported the situation to the superintendent.

The superintendent flatly refused: "No."

How embarrassing would it be to tell someone close to a thousand people and besiege one?

Moreover, they received money from the Imperial Constitutional Council, which would be a scandal if it were leaked.

Although they are not afraid of this.

However, just when Zhao Chuanxin was raising the white flag, Gerald Stanley of the New York World had already sneaked in while they were not paying attention.

When the other reporters saw it, they immediately shouted: "If you let us in, why can the New York World go?"

The superintendent was shocked.

I turned around and saw, sure enough, the bald reporter was running very fast with the camera in his hand.

"Fake!" the superintendent was furious.

"Now that he's gone, he won't leave us alone, right?"

The police at this time, unlike later generations, were not afraid of taking responsibility.

The superintendent sneered: "You can go ahead if you are not afraid of death."

He said in his heart that it would be best if these reporters who were sons of bitches were killed by Chen Yigeng.

It's already like this, surrounded by office buildings, and the news can't be hidden in full view of everyone.

What's more, Gerald Stanley had already slipped past and simply smashed the jar.

The other reporters heard this and hurried in.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that a reporter had been released, he wanted to wipe the mud, water and blood on his body with a rag, but gave up after a second thought.

A group of reporters approached and saw the corpse of the policeman lying in a pool of blood. They walked away with grins on their faces.

They said they were not afraid, but in fact, after seeing Zhao Chuanxin clearly from a distance, these people were still intimidated and hesitated to move forward.

Zhao Chuanxin waved as if greeting his neighbors during an evening walk: "Come here."

Gerald Stanley: "..."

In the end, among the group of people, he was the more courageous and walked over gritting his teeth.

Zhao Chuanxin chatted with him: "What do you call him?"

"The New York World, Gerald Stanley."

"How did you get here?"

"I came by car."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "That's right, we've assigned a car. When you came over, did you see the police who came to rescue me?"

"Uh... I saw it." Gerald Stanley reacted: "Sir, it's my turn to interview you."

"Wait, what weapons are these police officers carrying?"

"I thought I saw a heavy machine gun."

"What kind?"

"Can't remember."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper, held a cigarette in his mouth, and started drawing: "Is this what it looks like?"

While painting, the banquet fell on the paper, and Zhao Chuanxin casually pulled it away and continued painting.

Gerald Stanley was surprised to see that Zhao Chuanxin sketched the shape with just a few strokes. This required deep painting skills.

"Yes, that's it."

"Haha, potato digger."

Zhao Chuanxin was well aware of the weapons in the world at this time.

After all, the neighbor always collects grain. If he doesn't store guns, he will be sorry for the granary.

The potato digger, the Colt M1895, is also a heavy machine gun designed by John Browning.

As long as the cannon isn't pushed over, that's totally fine.

Gerald Stanley asked tentatively: "Mr. Chen, right?"

"Well, almost."

"Um, Mr. Chen, why did you clash with the New York police? Can you tell me the whole story?"

"It's very possible..."

Zhao Chuanxin's lies come as soon as he opens his mouth.

The core of the story is similar to the first part of "First Blood" - he went into business with a few friends, and without provoking anyone, he was framed and chased by the police.

Gerald Stanley interrupted him: "Wait a minute, you said this has something to do with skin color. Forgive me, Mr. Chen, are you black? Your name is more like Chinese."

"Well, probably, maybe, more or less. I'll continue..."

after awhile.

Gerald Stanley interrupted again: "Wait a minute, Mr. Chen, you said that the people of the Imperial Constitutional Council do all kinds of evil, right?"

"Yes, these people are very evil. They rob and extort money from ordinary overseas Chinese people, especially the man named Kang Youwei. This person is an out-and-out villain..."

Zhao Chuanxin added fuel to the fire, especially telling Kang Youwei's series of ugly faces in detail.

Gerald Stanley's eyes shone: "Mr. Chen, do you know how much money this person has?"

People are more interested in the amount of money, which is an excellent topic.

I really don’t know about this Zhao Chuanxin.

Kang Youwei is a good guy who is good at making money as well as making money. He has numerous investment fields.

He slapped his thigh and said, "Let me tell you, he bought an island in Sweden for 1.5 million, which was all the hard-earned money of overseas Chinese. Do you think this person is a bad person?"

"Bad, a bad breed with sores on the head and pus on the soles of the feet!" Gerald Stanley felt the same way.

Because the Chinese can really endure hardship, never complain, and work conscientiously.

Based on their willingness to endure hardship, embezzling their hard-earned money is an unforgivable thing.

The other reporters had already gathered around, but they didn't dare to come forward.

But there was no delay at all in taking photos and recording.

After talking about the ugly faces of the Imperial Constitutional Council and Kang Youwei, Zhao Chuanxin went on to arrange the New York police.

Although New York didn't need him to arrange it, and even the tabloid reporters present knew a bit about their behavior, it was always a good thing to have new stories to dig out.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "They chased me from the 10th Bureau. I warned them that if they chased me again, I would report their scandal to reporters. The director of the 10th Bureau told me that in New York he and the 1st Bureau The two directors are perfect. So what if they kill innocent people indiscriminately? So what if they tell reporters? Reporters are nothing..."

"Very good, I guarantee that your news will spread throughout New York, the whole country, and the world as soon as possible."

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "Everyone, let me teach you a few more tips on how to write a title..."

6 After the update, I got on the bus and paid for the ticket.