mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1180 You Can Never Stand Up Again

Chapter 1180 You Can Never Stand Up Again
At the hospital, Mary, Agnes and John Patterson are there, as well as the police officer who is taking the statement.

When they saw Zhao Chuanxin, the two women looked relieved.

John Patterson walked quickly towards Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Xin, my dad's office was set on fire again, and he broke his leg when he jumped out of the window to survive. I'm worried that they will come to the hospital, so I have to end your vacation early."

The father and son live a precarious life, so Zhao Chuanxin rarely gets a rest on weekdays.

This time it was because of the Chinese New Year. Hearing that Zhao Chuanxin's family was coming to see him, old Patterson decided to give Zhao Chuanxin a New Year holiday.

Something went wrong.

Agnes grabbed Zhao Chuanxin's hand and said, "Xin, you have to help him. We can't let those bastards succeed."

Mary opened her mouth.

She really wanted to ask Zhao Chuanxin to protect John Patterson, her and the child, rather than John Patterson's father.

But in the end, I didn't say it.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his tweed coat and put it on his arm: "Hire a caregiver, and then you all go back. I have a few guns at home."

John Patterson no longer had the arrogance he once had and treated Zhao Chuanxin with great courtesy.

With a sincere tone, he said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Xin, you must protect my father. Please, this is a critical moment."

His last sentence made Zhao Chuanxin think deeply.

That's what politics is all about.

Sometimes I can't help but reveal my cold-blooded side.

If you care about your father, then that means you care. Why do you have to mention the critical moment? Does that mean he can't die yet?

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of chewing gum and put it in his mouth: "Okay, stop talking nonsense and do more work, and stop complaining here."

Mary was speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin has been a bodyguard for the Patterson family for a long time.

But as time went by, Mary sometimes overheard their conversations and had the illusion that the Pattersons were working for Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin has the aura of a superior who commands people in a commanding manner.

That kind of temperament is natural and doesn't seem fake.

This man must have had a remarkable past.

John Patterson seemed to have gotten used to it. Before leaving, he muttered quietly, "Xin, you must protect my father."

"Stay back!"

"..."

Finally, John Patterson and Mary left, and Agnes stayed.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on a bench outside the ward, reading a newspaper out of boredom.

Agnes was inside, peeling apples for Albert Patterson.

Albert Patterson suddenly smiled.

Agnes was annoyed: "You can still laugh?"

Albit Patterson said with a strange expression: "This time when I jumped off the building, I suddenly remembered some past events."

Agnes asked nonchalantly, "What's the matter?"

As an old couple, it’s best not to talk too much.

Albert Patterson raised his eyes to the upper left and recalled: "Some things that happened on the battlefield back then."

Agnes handed him the apple and said, "What good is there to remember about the battlefield? Fighting and killing, forget it as soon as possible. The doctor said that those memories are not good for your health."

Albert Patterson clenched his fists and said, "It is precisely because I don't have any good memories and don't think about it often that I remembered one thing this time."

Seeing his seriousness, Agnes asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Albert Patterson did not answer, but said to his wife, "Can you go out and get the letter in?"

Zhao Chuanxin came in chewing gum.

Patterson Sr. said to his wife: "Please give us space and let us talk for a while."

Agnes rolled her eyes, but was used to it.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the window and lit a cigarette: "Are you scared?"

"No, I just want to talk to you. You know, I was a soldier and participated in World War I. That year, I was assigned to serve in the 36th Infantry Division of France. Near Saint-Etienne, we found traces of the German army and had to retreat. The enemy was alone and deep in the territory, chasing us all the time. We even gave up the barbed wire obstacles and positions. But our superiors asked us to turn back and take back the positions. When we went back, the isolated German army was ready for battle. We..."

Zhao Chuanxin remained expressionless.

But he gradually heard the clues.

Isn't this referring to the group of French people who were beaten up by him when he was leading students from the Lugang Town Military Academy?
Old Patterson continued, "My platoon leader threw a grenade into the German trench. I will never forget that scene. A figure stood up in the trench and used a submachine gun to explode the grenade. Yes, that person had a submachine gun during World War I. I gradually figured it out later."

At this point, Old Patterson stared at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "The platoon leader and his men were all killed. I was injured in the explosion and jumped off the steep slope. It was like jumping off a building. In addition to the injury from the explosion, I also broke my arm..."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched his hand out of the window. It was raining outside. His palm was wet by the rain, and the water vapor quickly evaporated.

He pulled his hand back. "Oh, you have an interesting life."

Old Patterson chuckled: "My life is wonderful, but it's far inferior to yours, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked him cheerfully, "What on earth do you want to say?"

"Will you kill me if I tell you?"

"Do you know Schrödinger's cat?" Zhao Chuanxin turned around with a cigarette in his mouth: "You are the cat in the container now. Whether you are dead or alive, you will know after you finish speaking."

Albert Patterson understood.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin deeply, with a struggle in his heart.

If the cat is not dead, it will get the greatest help in life.

When the cat dies, everything ends.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are the one who exploded the grenade. Later, everyone said that Zhao Chuanxin was selling hope on the battlefield. By the way, this came from William II. Later, I guessed that the person might be Zhao Chuanxin, that is... you!"

The cat is not dead.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "You're old, and your memory is just a little off."

Albert Patterson was confident in his judgment: "Zhao Chuanxin, why are you next to me? You haven't aged at all? I remember the day we met at the entrance of the casino. I called you kid and you asked in surprise - are you calling me? Now I understand. I am the kid in front of you. If I remember correctly, you were already famous around 1908."

Zhao Chuanxin neither admitted nor denied it.

He asked back, “Then I’ll leave?”

"No, since you want to stay here, you have a reason to stay." Old Patterson said, "I just can't help but speak out. But this matter will rot in this ward, what do you think?"

What he said sounded better than what he sang.

Since he knew that Xin John was Zhao Chuanxin.

And Zhao Chuanxin is his bodyguard.

Well, as long as Zhao Chuanxin doesn't want him to die, even the Lord can't do anything about it.

What the hell is a gang? They're just a bunch of losers.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt out of the window: "I don't know what you are talking about in the first place."

After saying that, he turned and left the ward.

Agnes tightened her coat and said, "Xin, what did you talk about?"

"Let's talk about his battlefield."

"I knew it." Agnes rubbed her face. "Ever since he was preparing to run for Attorney General, my life has become a mess. I really don't know when it will end. Xin, can I hug you? Give me a hug. I've been too nervous recently. I need a hug."

Having said that, without waiting for an answer, she hugged Zhao Chuanxin.

The middle-aged woman stood on tiptoe and rubbed her cheek against Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder again and again. Then she raised her head slightly and rubbed her forehead against Zhao Chuanxin's chin.

Zhao Chuanxin looked strange.

It feels a bit like Granny Liu trying sex for the first time...

Men in their twenties or thirties may like mature women.

But the old guy, who is about a hundred years old, only likes the invincibility of youth.

However, he suddenly pushed Agnes away: "Come in, now."

Agnes felt guilty and explained: "Xin, I, I didn't mean it, I just..."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed her into the house and said, "Stop talking and go in quickly."

Two men appeared at the stairs.

A middle-aged man, wearing a tweed coat, holding flowers, but with a sinister expression.

The other is youth.

The young man was wearing a maroon sweater with a classic hand-knitted sweater pattern, and it was obvious that it was hand-knitted by a poor family.

There is a brightly colored section on the hem of the young man's sweater, because the sweater became shorter as he grew taller and was reattached.

Under the sweater was a beige shirt with its collar and cuffs all worn out and frayed.

The young man is around twenty years old, or perhaps even younger.

He had two mustaches on his lips, but the rest of his face was too old for him to grow at his age. His mustache was very messy, and like his hair, it was prickly and sticky.

The small triangular eyes were gleaming with ferocity and had large swollen eyelids.

Zhao Chuanxin is familiar with this. This is the modern cowboy, the kind that is more reckless and reckless. In the outside world, it is commonly known as a "raw egg".

It's just that this guy is an American idiot.

The two looked around, asked the nurse, and then walked over here.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor tiles with a nonchalant look.

When the two men were ten meters close to him, he suddenly threw away the flowers and took out a gun from his pocket.

bang bang.

"what……"

Two shots, two screams, and patients and their families all screamed and ran away in the hospital corridor.

Zhao Chuanxin walked up to the two people who were covering their hands and kicked the gun aside: "Kneel down."

The unlucky guy still wanted to resist, so he lowered his head and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin, grabbing Zhao Chuanxin's waist and trying to knock him down.

The results of it?
It didn't move.

An ant trying to shake a tree!
The young man was stunned: Oh my god, this guy must weigh 300 to 500 kilograms? He was standing still.

He guessed correctly.

The young man looked up in surprise. Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and asked, "Are you going to kneel or not?"

The young man did not respond.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked.

Click.

The young man's calf was broken.

"Ow..."

The injured middle-aged man turned around and tried to run.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked the gun on the ground with the tip of his shoe and swung it with his leg.

boom.

The pistol hit the middle-aged man in the back of the head.

The middle-aged man stumbled and fell.

He fell so hard that his front teeth were knocked out.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the young man's other leg.

Click.

"Ow..."

The screams immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers and security guards rushed over.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said, "Kneel down against the wall."

No one reminded him that smoking was not allowed in the hospital at this time.

No one dares to know, right?

The middle-aged man dared not disobey and had to do as he was told.

The young man did not have to kneel as he could not stand up anyway.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the security guard who came over: "Call the police."

Agnes leaned over to check, and only after seeing the two people kneeling on the ground and the blood on the ground did she understand what was going on. She hurriedly asked, "Xin, are you okay?"

"It's okay, go call the police."

"well."

Phoenix police have become numb.

Albert Patterson's journey to become Attorney General was more difficult than Monk Tang's journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

After the police escorted the prisoners away and took away the evidence, John Patterson came again.

Zhao Chuanxin did not enter the ward and was still sitting on the bench outside.

Albert Patterson suddenly burst into laughter.

Agnes and John Patterson were horrified.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you frightened? Don't worry, with the letter here, no one can hurt you."

Old Patterson: "Hahahaha... John, you're right. No one can hurt me. I've decided that as soon as I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll start public speaking."

"?" Agnes was shocked: "Are you crazy?"

How many waves of assassinations have occurred?
You actually want to give public speeches?

The most powerful person in the country will still die if he is assassinated. You are just running for a prosecutor. Do you have to fight so hard?
John Patterson also looked puzzled.

The city of Phoenix is rotten to the core. Instead of avoiding the challenge, why not meet it head-on?

You don't always have this kind of luck.

Albert Patterson's eyes were burning. "Someone will definitely go crazy, but it won't be me. Just wait and see. These people don't understand who they are messing with! They think they are powerful, but in fact they are as insignificant as ants."

When his family heard him bragging, they all thought he was crazy.

But Albert Patterson knew that Zhao Chuanxin had killed more people in his life than all they had ever seen combined.

With Zhao Chuanxin as his bodyguard, what could he be afraid of?

Just do it!

John Patterson came out worriedly and said to Zhao Chuanxin with a sigh, "My dad may have suffered a serious mental shock."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and agreed: "You are right."

"Hey, let him take it easy. Thank you again, man, but you're the only one we can ask for help."

Both Patterson and his son wanted protection, but Zhao Chuanxin was alone.

John Patterson was safe and sound after all, so Zhao Chuanxin stayed in the hospital.

John Patterson's wife Mary felt insecure, so she went to Zhao Chuanxin's house to find Gail Russell during the day and was unwilling to go home even at night.

Somehow, she felt that Zhao Chuanxin's home was much safer than theirs.

"Gail, do you sometimes feel like you married the wrong person?" Mary asked.

Gail Russell took a sip of coffee and said, "My uncle and I are not married."

"You are so weird, calling Xin uncle." Mary shook her head and sighed, "If you are not married, how do you know whether this relationship will have a result? If it doesn't have a result, will you still love?"

Gail Russell asked as a matter of course: "Do you only read the ending when reading a novel?" Do you have to read the ending first to see if it's a bad ending and then start again from the beginning?

Mary was speechless, yet suddenly envious.

Inexplicably envious.

Gail Russell smiled and said: "People are like rainbows. You only know they exist when you meet them!"

Mary thought about her husband John Patterson and suddenly felt a little lost.

……

Albert Patterson was finally released from the hospital.

Before he was discharged from the hospital, no one dared to assassinate him.

The man outside the ward door was so cruel.

Albert Patterson gave Zhao Chuanxin a few days off.

When Zhao Chuanxin returned home, he happened to see Mary fishing with his broken bamboo fishing rod. There was a man spitting next to him. It was Jia Zhengdao.

"Hang on, I've already nailed the sign for you."

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

"Are you saying thank you? You're welcome."

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"Hey, why do I feel like your expression doesn't look like you're saying thank you?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "The sign you put up is written in Chinese. Can the foreigners driving by understand it?"

As expected, Jia Zhengdao bought a house nearby, became familiar with Zhao Chuanxin and Ganfan, and often came here.

He nailed a sign to the dry rice with Chinese characters written on it: There is a narrow bridge and a bend ahead. If you fall into the water, a dog will save you.

Jia Zhengdao scratched his head: "I have been speaking English since I was a child, but I can only write Chinese characters."

Dry rice: "Zhr..."

Zhao Chuanxin wrote a new sign for the dry rice and covered it up, this time in English.

After finishing, Zhao Chuanxin asked Jia Zheng, "What are you doing here?"

"I came here to borrow your phone, but since you weren't home, I didn't dare to come in."

Not every family has a landline phone, at least Jia Zhengdao's family doesn't.

His mother was a typical Chinese person, she saved money to help her children get married.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Come on, follow me in."

Mary smiled sweetly at Zhao Chuanxin and said hello: "Xin, your place is so nice, I want to move here."

"Ah... tui!" Zhao Chuanxin walked home without looking back: "Don't even think about it!"

Mary: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin did not bother Jia Zhengdao.

Because he is Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin now hates foreigners very much. When he sees a Chinese, even if the person is a little bit stupid, he is willing to communicate more, at least he can talk in Chinese.

Jia Zhengdao went to the landline in the study, took out a notebook and looked for the phone number.

Zhao Chuanxin took a glance: Wow, they are all strippers, Spanish bar waitresses, Ji Ni Taimei, etc.

He couldn't help but sigh: "Boy, you have a strong network of connections."

"..." Jia Zhengdao blushed and quickly turned the page, but he turned it again. After turning several pages, he stammered, "Uncle, you can't say that. I don't just look for women like that. I also have pure love, such as this woman named Catalina. She is very good. We often talk on the phone. There is no physical contact. It is a pure love, but it costs a little money."

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "You used my phone to chat, I paid for it, how much did it cost you?"

"How can it not be a waste of money?" Jia Zhengdao said, counting on his fingers, "Uncle, look, one time she had a stomachache, I sent her 20 dollars to buy medicine; one time her clothes were torn, I sent her money to buy clothes; one time her perfume was spilled, I sent her money to buy perfume; one time she couldn't pay the rent, I sent her money..."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Okay, okay, then you are quite amazing. You can make her penniless with just one phone call!"

"..." Jia Zhengdao said angrily, "Uncle, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to call Catalina."

Then he started dialing.

At this moment, Gail Russell ran down the stairs and stretched out his arms from a distance: "Ahhhh, uncle, you're back, that's great..."

She hadn't seen Zhao Chuanxin for some time and was so excited to see him that she was almost abstract.

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin thought that after the novelty wore off, Gail Russell's feelings would cool.

result……

He had never encountered such a situation in his life.

Old Zhao calmly hugged her with one arm, shook her casually, and put her down.

Gail Russell kissed him on the face several times. That kind of excitement and intimacy made Zhao Chuanxin's hair stand on end, and Jia Zhengdao, who saw this scene, was extremely envious.

When Jia Zhengdao's call came through, he was shocked: this is the love that belongs to him.

"Is that Katarina? I'm Xander Ja."

"Xander, you finally called me..."

Zhao Chuanxin carried Gale Russell, but his ears moved and he said to Jia Zhengdao, "Are you sure the person opposite is not a man?"

Jia Zhengdao was furious, and covered the microphone and said, "Uncle, go and have a good time, don't disturb me from having a relationship."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head, his face full of regret: "Child, I originally thought you were just blind and had a problem with your brain, but I didn't expect that your ears also don't work well."

After that, he carried Gail Russell upstairs.

Jia Zhengdao's face was uncertain...

……

As soon as he was released from the hospital, Albit Patterson walked around like a chicken with blood pumped up.

But what surprised John Patterson was that after his father was discharged from the hospital, he would ask Zhao Chuanxin for advice whenever he had time.

"Xin, what do you think about us being interviewed by a reporter?"

"Xin, what do you think about us going to 18th Street?"

"Xin, you..."

Zhao Chuanxin remained the same, responding with a humming and hawing expression, looking indifferent.

When you are at work, it is normal to slack off.

But all the politicians in Phoenix know that Albert Patterson has an extremely powerful bodyguard.

Albert Patterson took him with him wherever he went.

This man is indifferent to everyone, dresses casually, is nonchalant, and often has a cigar in his mouth.

So someone came to steal her away: "John, right? I'm Silas Garrett, the Attorney General of Alabama. I will pay you $170 a week, and if you agree, you can do it anytime..."

Zhao Chuanxin said, holding a cigarette in his mouth: "Not interested."

Albert Patterson heard about this, and John Patterson was worried: "Dad, should we also give Xin a raise…"

Albert Patterson smiled and said, "No need."

Since Zhao Chuanxin is willing to stay, it is definitely not for money.

He checked and found out that Zhao Chuanxin had swept Wall Street more than 40 years ago and had a billionaire fortune.

One hundred million is an astronomical figure nowadays, let alone in those days.

God knows how much money Zhao Chuanxin has now.

It's not about money at all.

He gradually guessed some clues.

So he paid taxes for Zhao Chuanxin, bought insurance for Zhao Chuanxin, and kept adding content to Zhao Chuanxin and Gail Russell's resumes to make them flawless.

This adds luster to Zhao Chuanxin's identity and resume.

But he neither gave a raise nor any other preferential treatment.

Sure enough, even if one could pry the earth's lever, one could not pry Zhao Chuanxin away.

John Patterson felt increasingly puzzled.

Albert Patterson became increasingly high-profile, and his grassroots voice became more intense.

Now we just have to wait for next year’s election.

In September, the weather is hot and humid.

Zhao Chuanxin is installing an air conditioner.

Speaking of which, the invention of air conditioning led to a population explosion in the southern United States.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Gail Russell was sweating but still in high spirits, and hurried to open the door.

She has been very happy these two years and is living the life she has always dreamed of.

"Juliana?" Zhao Lingjun was unexpectedly standing outside the door.

Zhao Lingjun was as hot as a dog. She was wearing small round sunglasses and sticking out her tongue, fanning herself with a folding fan in her hand.

She patted Gail's shoulder: "Sister, it's a good thing you can bear this temperature. Where's my father?"

This is the situation in the Zhao family now, everyone has their own opinions.

Zhao Chuanxin's voice came from the room: "I'm here."

Zhao Lingjun's eyes lit up when he saw the air conditioner: "Emma, turn on the air conditioner quickly."

Zhao Chuanxin came down to wipe his hands, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "You are wearing less than me now."

Zhao Lingjun was even more dissatisfied: "You are now in charge of more things than the lake outside the door."

"Where are you from?" Zhao Chuanxin pressed the air conditioner remote control.

hum...

Cool air blows out.

Gail and Zhao Ling both showed comfortable expressions.

Zhao Lingjun said, "I'm from Mexico, Quetzalan, do you remember me, old man?"

Zhao Chuanxin was in a daze for a second: "I don't remember."

Zhao Lingjun took the altar of the old god from his neck and handed it to Zhao Chuanxin: "I'm giving it back to you. Brother Bing has retired completely. He said that I must give it back to you no matter what. I was planning to keep it for myself. It's OK from a conscience point of view, but it's not OK from Brother Bing's point of view, hehe..."

Is there anything wrong with her stealing her father's things? Nothing wrong!
Zhao Chuanxin took the altar of the old god and hung it around his neck unceremoniously: "It's not a good thing to give it to you."

If you have a sharp weapon, you will have the intention to kill.

"You look more and more like an old man now. Where is my father who used to talk humorously? I give you the altar of the old god, but I must keep the secret realm. I will only give it back to you after I die."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

He said, "Stay for a few days and go back when the time comes."

"No, I have to go back and do the calculations. The two eggs haven't been made yet. I can't fall behind the United States. Besides, I have to take care of the baby."

Zhao Chuanxin had no choice but to set up a teleportation array and send her back.

When the weather is hot, Americans even hug less.

At this moment, Gale hugged her from behind again: "What's wrong, are you feeling lost again?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked her: "Do you miss your parents and your brother?"

Gail shook his head without thinking: "No."

Most of the memories her parents brought her were painful.

But she still misses her family.

I have always wanted to send money home, but I never found the opportunity.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the calendar on the wall and sent a text message to Benjamin Goldberg: Please help me go to Jiaozhou to set up an eye.

Text message reply: OK.

There is still plenty of faith power to expend.

Zhao Chuanxin slaughtered so many devils and avenged many people!
This will affect at least one or two generations.

In another three or four generations, perhaps there will be many people who will forget the blood feud and instead sing praises to their enemies, or even regard their enemies as their own relatives.

Summer goes and autumn comes, autumn goes and winter comes.

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The egg exploded.

That's good news.

Zhao Lingjun was greatly encouraged, and the cheers from all sides made her feel elated. She made persistent efforts and decided to start studying computers to bring glory to her country.

People marveled at her intelligence, her powerful memory, and her tireless energy.

Zhao Lingjun, that little fool, is willing to work like a slave as long as others encourage her.

She has money, and a horse doesn't need grass to run, so what's the point of a few words of encouragement? Encouragement every two or three days is fine, it's worth it.

In 54 years, the great economic boom showed signs of cooling down.

Many places began to abolish the system of separating black and white schools.

But the city of Phoenix secretly disobeyed and continued to do its own thing.

One night, Zhao Chuanxin took Gail to a high-end restaurant for dinner, but they were blocked at the door by two white people and were not allowed to enter.

"Go away, this is not the place for you..."

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette and blew a puff of smoke over: "If you don't move out of the way before I take my second puff, I'll make sure you can never stand up again."

"Fuck you, I think you're looking for death..."

Zhao Chuanxin hit Qiangzi in the throat with his fist and one of them bent over.

Another person rushed over, and Zhao Chuanxin kicked him in the calf.

Click.

He turned around and kicked the first person in the calf.

Click.

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin took Gail to the restaurant to eat.

Halfway through the meal, the police rushed into the restaurant.

They received a report that an Asian was committing a crime and harming a white person.

When I entered the restaurant, I saw that the Asian guy was Albert Patterson's bodyguard - Shin John.

This guy is very famous within the police station.