mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1012: The murderer Zhao Chuanxin, the one who cut off his arm Zhao Chuanxin
Zhao Chuanxin looked at the huge box with two antennas pointing up like bull horns and asked Nikola Tesla: "Is this a wireless mobile phone?"

"Yes, you see there is no wire at all. If you don't believe me, just move it." Nikola Tesla thought it was natural: "I asked Dunzi and Guotie'er to carry it to the Golden Pagoda. The communication was exceptionally clear over such a long distance."

Wireless mobile phones are not very convenient to move around...

Zhao Chuanxin asked how to use it, and said to Nikola Tesla: "I'll take one away and talk to you in Hankou."

Nikola Tesla nodded excitedly: "Yes, yes, flying in the sky is too close, Hankou is far enough."

Gulizar came back jumping from outside and saw Zhao Chuanxin. She went forward with surprise and grabbed his arm, fearing that he would suddenly disappear in a hurry.

The whereabouts of Lao Zhao, a street urchin on Earth, are elusive, making him hard to guard against not only his enemies but also his friends and relatives.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin had finished his meal, he pulled him out and said, "Come on, I want to talk to you."

Guotie'er and his gang started to make noises nearby: "Gulizar has no shame, she is talking about private matters in broad daylight."

Gulizar spun the small curved knife with the sheath in her hand in a circle, making a knife flower, and pointed at Guotie'er steadily and skillfully: "Shut up, I'll beat you to death."

Guotie'er laughed in a sly way.

Zhao Chuanxin followed Gulizar outside.

Gulizar was innocent and naive, and it was not until she met Zhao Chuanxin that she began to understand the love between men and women.

She fiddled with her braided hair in circles with her fingers and asked with a pretty face, "Zhao Xin, have you seen the sea?"

Zhao Chuanxin once told her that the lakes in the desert are far inferior to the real sea.

Gulizar longed for it.

"I've seen it." Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and put his arm around Gulizar's waist.

In the past, Lao Zhao just teased her but didn’t do anything.

Now that I have two kids at once, what the hell am I worried about?

"Is the sea nice?" Gulizar asked with a longing look on her face.

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin hugged her and walked forward: "The sea is great. If you are in a good mood, you can look at it; if you are in a bad mood, you can jump into it."

Gulizar: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her and said, "I'll send you to Hong Kong Island Girls' School."

Gulizar was moved, but reluctantly looked back at the sky, and saw the fat marmot on the ground. She bent down and picked it up: "What about me, Anang?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Gulizar's back, her skirt outlined in a peach shape by her beautiful figure.

For a moment, I was distracted: I am a professional in caulking.

"Ask someone to go with you, or stay here to retire. You can come back once or twice a year anyway."

Gulizar suddenly thought of something, looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, she leaned over to Zhao Chuanxin's ear and whispered a few words.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded seriously: "Well, okay, I'd love to, um, okay, no problem..."

His hands were still moving up and down.
Gulizar looks thin, but she is actually quite plump.

Gulizar was a little confused listening to him muttering, and she wondered if the words she had mustered up the courage to say were not enough to express her meaning.

Why is it that these words, which should make people blush, make Zhao Chuanxin remain calm and expressionless, as if he were asked to eat and drink water?
She didn't believe it, so after she finished speaking, she kissed Zhao Chuanxin on the cheek.

Zhao Chuanxin remained calm and took a puff of cigarette: "There are beards all over there, and beards have no touch. Zhao suggests that you kiss them on the mouth, that's great."

"Hmph, I won't pay any attention to you." Gulizar blushed and turned and ran back to the restaurant.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned, looked at her slim figure, and disappeared the next moment.

Gulizar ran back to the house, took a peek through the French window, and was horrified: "Ah, why is he gone again?"

……

Zhao Chuanxin teleported to Eye No. 8, the attic of Ba Gong’s house.

This place is really dusty.

He released his puppet servants and started cleaning.

He took out a huge wireless mobile phone and turned it on in the way Nikola Tesla taught him.

Flying in the sky, a wireless mobile phone rang in the corner of the restaurant.

Guotie'er said "Eh!", walked over and turned off the switch, then picked up the phone: "Hello, hello, I'm Guotie'er, I'm Guotie'er, who the hell are you?"

"I'm Zhao Chuanxin. Are you tired of living? Why are you talking to me like this?"

Potstickers: “…”

"Ah, boss, wait a minute, I'll go get Mr. Ni."

"No need for that." Zhao Chuanxin found that the sound was a little distorted, but that was because of the speaker. This place was 1700 kilometers away from the sky, but the signal was extremely stable: "Potie'er, is Gulizar there?"

The microphone was leaking a lot of sound, so Gulizar quickly grabbed the microphone and said, "I'm here, I'm here. Where have you been, Zhao Xin?"

"I'm thousands of miles away." Zhao Chuanxin said, "Potie'er, go find Qi Feiqing and ask him to send more people to escort Gulizar to Hong Kong Island. When we pass through Hankou, I will send more people to accompany us. Someone will meet us when we arrive at Hong Kong Island."

Guotie'er quickly grabbed the microphone back: "Boss, why do we need Qi Feiqing? Our own people are enough."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You don't understand. When you go out, you not only rely on the number of people, but also on your reputation. Qi Feiqing has a wide range of friends, so let him lend a hand."

"OK then."

Zhao Chuanxin added: "Gulizar, everyone should carry a gun when going out. Remember, when you are outside, whether you encounter wild animals or bad guys, they can stimulate the infinite potential of people. If you grasp this potential, you can turn danger into safety."

Gulizar was confused: "Zhao Xin, how can I grasp my potential?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "The potential depends on how much ammunition you carry. You can decide for yourself."

Potstickers: “…”

Gulizar: "..."

Gulizar scolded Guotie'er and drove away the others. She then forced Zhao Chuanxin to say some disgusting words. Zhao Chuanxin found that the puppet servant had already cleaned the attic and said mercilessly, "Okay, Gulizar, it's snowing outside. I have to go sweep the snow. That's it for now."

Gulizar heard no more sound from the other side, and she hooked her fingers around the end of her braid, wondering where was that thousand miles away? Would it snow occasionally at this time?

It occasionally snows in the desert in summer, but the snow does not last.

Zhao Chuanxin collected the puppet slave, went downstairs, and went to the Student Union Office of Juanwang Technical College on the first floor.

Liu Huaqiang was writing furiously, and without even looking up, he said, "Have you contacted the ship? Our first batch of trucks will be shipped to Lubin Prefecture first, and it would be best if we could land at Lushun Port..."

"Do the devils agree?"

"headmaster?"

Zhao Chuanxin sat down on the sofa and took off all his clothes because of the heat, revealing his muscular upper body.

"The truck is built?"

Liu Huaqiang was beaming with joy: "It's done. Principal, please follow me."

He took Zhao Chuanxin to the workshop.

Students along the way greeted Zhao Chuanxin one after another: "Principal."

Zhao Chuanxin was walking with his bare chest and a cigarette in his mouth.

Throughout history, there has never been another principal who was so unkempt.

Zhao Chuanxin carefully looked at the King of Rolls Jiyou truck.

The front of the truck is different from the normal cars in the world at that time. It is obvious that they borrowed the image of Daimler trucks, with a square front and body.

The engine is installed just in front of the front axle, and drives the front and rear longitudinal shafts and pinions through a four-gear belt. Because of Hualiang's improvements to gasoline, Liu Huaqiang introduced that this two-cylinder truck can produce 15 horsepower and has a maximum payload of one and a half tons.

Liu Huaqiang called out, “Come on, drive the truck out and show it to the principal.”

Zhao Chuanxin, however, thinks that this is more like a four-wheel tractor.

Someone clumsily shifted the car into reverse gear and backed it out of the garage. The steering wheel was heavy and went straight up and down, making the driver's movements very frustrating.

Amidst the billowing of black smoke and the rumbling sound, the truck began to move forward, very slowly, with a speed definitely not reaching 20 kilometers per hour.

The student drove around the road, turned off the engine, jumped out and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Principal, do you want to take a test drive?"

Zhao Chuanxin got into the car without saying a word, started the engine, shifted gears, and stepped on the clutch and accelerator skillfully.

At least the structure and operating system of this car are the same as those of later cars, and are not as anti-human as Daimler cars.

Zhao Chuanxin shifted gears and moved forward.

Wow, there are three gears in total, reverse gear, forward first gear and second gear.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the accelerator hard, and the truck barely reached a speed of 18KM/H.

The students ran after him, shouting, "Principal, you must not drive so violently..."

"You know nothing about violence..."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned the steering wheel with one hand and turned the car back.

Liu Huaqiang flattered: "The principal is very wise and brave. He knew how to operate it the first time. You should know that this car is very different from your Rolls-Royce in operation."

Zhao Chuanxin was anxious inside, but he showed encouragement against his will: "Very good, very good, you succeeded, and I, as the principal, am very pleased."

Liu Huaqiang and others puffed out their chests and bulged their bellies, unable to contain their pride.

Look, we Chinese can build cars ourselves.

Look, the car we build is better than the Daimler truck.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly changed his tone and cursed: "I bought so many cars for you, why don't you study the use of 4-cylinder engines? With more horsepower, you can thicken the cargo box and learn from Cadillac to use a closed body. Otherwise, on rainy days, do you let truck drivers drive in straw raincoats?"

"Ah this..."

They didn't consider that.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Liu Huaqiang."

"exist."

"Give bonuses to meritorious officials. First-class merit is 300 big-eyeball gold coins, second-class merit is 200 big-eyeball gold coins, third-class merit is 100 big-eyeball gold coins, fourth-class merit is 50 gold coins, and fifth-class merit is 20 gold coins."

One big eyeball gold coin could be exchanged for ten Lugang Town standard dollars. Three thousand dollars was a huge sum of money.

"Thank you principal."

There was cheering all around.

"Register a trademark, establish a brand, mass-produce the King of Rolls Jiyou model first, and then develop the King of Rolls Jiyou Model II truck." "Yes, Principal." Liu Huaqiang knew that although the principal's tone was fierce, he still recognized their efforts, otherwise he would not give out rewards.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the car, rubbed his chin, and immediately thought of Sakhalin Island and Mexico.

Just because both places produce oil, and the amount is not small.

According to the normal course of history, one benefited the Russians, and the other benefited the Americans.

Zhao Chuanxin was heartbroken.

We must not sit idly by and watch this happen.

The country has already started the journey of heavy automobile industry, and the trip to Sakhalin Island cannot be delayed any longer.

After getting guns and ammunition from Liu Huaqiang, Zhao Chuanxin was transported to the underground fortress warehouse of Quetshalan. After several trips back and forth, he came to the dock to see the changes in Hankou.

At this time, on the dock, a middle-aged man with some joint problems sneaked past Zhao Chuanxin and touched his trouser pockets and shirt pockets.

Although his legs and feet are not convenient, his hand speed is very fast.

He just took two tries and his face froze.

It turned out that Zhao Chuanxin's pockets were empty.

He searched his right pocket, but at this time he thought that this man might be left-handed and his money was in his left pocket, so he went around Zhao Chuanxin and followed him quietly from behind.

When the other people on the dock saw this, they didn't warn anyone, for fear of getting into trouble.

Hankou was known as the Chicago of the East at that time, and it was said that even the British ports were not as prosperous as it.

When a city is prosperous, evil spirits will naturally appear.

When the thief reached for Zhao Chuanxin's left trouser pocket, he was grabbed as soon as he put his hand in.

The thief tried to free himself, but found that he couldn't.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "If you dare to run, I will break your old cold legs."

The thief stiffened his neck and said, "Let go quickly, or you'll be in trouble."

"Oh? What ability do you have? Why don't you use it?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even turn his head.

At this time, the thief really stretched his neck and yelled: "Hurry up, this guy is going to hit someone."

After he finished shouting, seven or eight people from the surrounding pedestrians suddenly surrounded him, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and shouted, "Let him go quickly! How dare you beat someone in broad daylight?"

"Report to the police and have them arrest him."

"How can this be possible? Is there still any law?"

This reaction was astonishingly fast.

They pretended to be passers-by and denounced Zhao Chuanxin in a harsh voice.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the thief's wrist and turned around: "Haha, I said I would break your old cold leg."

After saying that, he raised his leg and kicked.

Click.

"Ow..."

When the eight people around saw this, one of them turned and ran, while the other seven rushed forward with their arms exposed and their sleeves rolled up.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed a man's hair and punched him three times on the bridge of his nose.

The man had blood gushing out of his nose and mouth, his pupils were dilated, and he fell into the Han River. After making a few bubbles, he sank.

At this time, the second man took out a dagger and stabbed Zhao Chuanxin in the lower abdomen.

Zhao Chuanxin held the dagger with his forearm horizontally in a strange posture, and the man could not stab him no matter what.

"Let me show you my Three Points Returning to the Original Qi."

After saying that, the golden bell exploded.

The man was thrown three meters into the air. After he landed, blood and foam came out of the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that his internal organs were damaged and he was obviously dead.

After Zhao Chuanxin put on his sunglasses, he suddenly stretched out his hand to the side and caught the falling dagger in his hand.

The rest of the people didn't dare to go up. Being able to throw someone three meters into the air was simply horrifying.

A chubby woman rushed out from the crowd, fell to the ground beside the man who was vomiting blood and cried, "Boss, good people don't live long. You died so tragically. How are we going to survive? You damn murderer, you must not die a good death. I will report him to the government and make him pay for your life..."

Zhao Chuanxin leaned over and thrust the dagger into the back of the woman's head with a "pop" sound, with the tip of the knife sticking out of her mouth.

The woman's shrill cries suddenly stopped...

The people around, whether they were the thief's accomplices or just passers-by, were all horrified by what they saw.

After a while, patrol police arrived. They only carried batons, but when they pushed apart the crowd, they saw a large pool of blood on the ground and two bodies, a man and a woman. There was another body floating face down by the river, being tossed up and down by the current. It got caught on a pier pillar and didn't get washed away yet. They were immediately shocked.

"How dare you commit a crime in broad daylight?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the patrolman and said cheerfully, "How much silver did these thieves give you as tribute?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Although this was common knowledge, no one dared to make it public in front of the patrolmen.

This man is really tired of living. Since ancient times, people have never fought against officials.

After hearing this, several patrolmen were furious and said, "This vicious and stubborn man is talking nonsense. Catch him for me."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar, lit it, and puffed out a puff of smoke: "Since your hands are dirty, don't take it. The rest of you should take this as a warning."

After saying that, he raised his hand, a red light flashed, and both the baton and his hand were cut by the light blade.

They moved with great courage and valor, and sent out a few streaks of red light. The gods and ghosts on the river bank were frightened, and the wood and stones on the dock were cracked during the battle.

The onlookers saw severed limbs flying everywhere, wailing, and blood gushing out from the wrist artery.

After seeing the bloody scene, no patrolman was left intact.

Zhao Chuanxin was still furious and turned his gaze towards the remaining thieves.

The thieves shuddered and fought tooth and nail.

Ta-da-da…

But he turned around and wanted to run away.

Smoke rose from Zhao Chuanxin's feet and mud splashed, and he rushed forward in one leap.

Before one of them had time to turn around, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm and with a flick of his hand, the thief's arm was cut off.

He turned around and kicked the other man in the face with a whip kick, knocking him to the ground. Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, aimed at his arm and stomped on him hard.

Click.

The man's arm was bent.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the bamboo sticks used for counting on the dock, sharpened them, and nailed the other man's palm to the sack of grain.

The man screamed heart-wrenchingly.

The last person squeezed into the crowd and wanted to escape. Zhao Chuanxin jumped up, stepped on the audience's shoulders, turned 180 degrees in the air, pressed the last person's head with his feet, and forced him to his knees on the ground.

Seeing an old man among the onlookers holding a pipe in his hand, Zhao Chuanxin snatched it away, stretched the last thief's arm straight, and hit him with his elbow from behind.

Click.

Click.

The pipe is broken.

Broken elbow.

The bones pierced the flesh, which was very horrifying.

The crowd around them dispersed in uproar.

Suddenly someone shouted, "This is Mr. Zhao!"

"No wonder Mr. Zhao punishes evildoers and eliminates evil..."

"It's their fault. These patrolmen colluded with the thieves on the dock. Countless people have been wrongly imprisoned. Today, they finally hit a wall!"

When the onlookers heard Zhao Chuanxin's name, they were no longer afraid.

Zhao Chuanxin, still smoking a cigar, told the group of thieves and patrolmen whose arms were broken, "Zhao Chuanxin is the murderer, and Zhao Chuanxin is the one who cut off your arm."

After saying this, he bowed to the audience and then floated onto the roof.

……

Quetzalan.

As the saying goes, no luck comes along with all the good things we did in the past.

The executioner general Victoriano Huerta sent out patrols from several states, about 200 men, to surround John Constantine of Quetzalan.

When the rural cavalry patrol from the neighboring state of Veracruz heard this, they felt that they had to avenge both old and new grudges at the same time, so even though they were not invited, they volunteered to join the encirclement and suppression, and there were about thirty or forty people in total.

The two together numbered more than three hundred people.

Smoke and dust rolled, and the atmosphere was rising. In a moment, they arrived outside Quetshalan.

Aguirre Ida, Pablo, Miguel Esteban, and Justino hesitated for a moment and realized it was too late to leave.

The twenty or so men from the Quetshalan Country Patrol that they had gathered heard that more than three hundred people had arrived, so they scattered in an instant while the four men were discussing in the White House Tavern.

The four men went out, stunned, not only had all of Pablo's men left, they had taken all of the horses, even the impostor John Constantine.

Now it was too late for the four of them to run away.

Aguiler Ida was a reckless man. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "A knight will not look at the king's fragile tears, but will only stare at the enemy in front of him who caused all this. Now that things have come to this, the worst that can happen to us is the death of Don John Constantine. Go back and get your guns."

As they were talking, the three hundred or so people on the trail had the momentum of a mighty army.

The four men's throats rolled, thinking that they would die today.

At this moment, someone behind the four people said, "Get out of the way."

The cigar that Zhao Chuanxin lit in Hankou was still not burned out when he arrived in Quetzalan.

(End of this chapter)