mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1182: Be ruthless and spit on yourself

As Albert Patterson prayed to the Bronze Eye, the newly recruited bodyguard fell to the ground after being shot several times.

The bodyguard left cleanly, leaving Albert Patterson alone and in a mess.

In fact, the bodyguard didn't want to work so hard. He just wanted to show off a little and at least fire a shot to justify his salary. But he ended up being shot to pieces.

The bodyguard did not expect that the other party had two Chicago typewriters.

Albert Patterson had been in the war, but that was many years ago.

Besides, he was old and had many enemies, so he was helpless hiding behind the car and could only repeat the spell over and over again.

"Shit, you have to come, otherwise I'm doomed..."

If Zhao Chuanxin comes, he will live. If he doesn't come, he will die.

At this time, a man picked up the bodyguard's gun and said, "Stop talking."

Zhao Chuanxin arrived as promised.

Albert Patterson was ecstatic.

bang, bang, bang...

Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward and fired in an orderly manner.

A kid with a shot.

Either hit the center of the eyebrows or hit the heart.

Six people died, including a contestant holding two Chicago typewriters.

Albert Patterson saw that Zhao Chuanxin did not dodge or evade, and did not need any cover, facing the hail of bullets.

At this moment he relaxed a little and thought: Is this how Zhao Chuanxin faced thousands of troops back then?
The remaining four were confused: "Oh shit, what's going on?"

"Fuck, fuck, I don't know either!"

They hid behind the car, and Zhao Chuanxin walked straight ahead, changing magazines as he walked.

He hadn't had time to change into the cloth shoes he was wearing in prison. The shoes were very light and he walked silently.

After a few people changed the magazines, they looked up and saw Zhao Chuanxin appeared beside them.

It can only be said that these people are still not professional enough. Normally, they should cross-fire to maintain vitality and continuous output.

When changing magazines together, the firepower was suspended.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned at them, with flames coming out of the muzzle of his gun.

bang bang bang...

These people immediately fell in a pool of blood.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his glasses and said to Xin Xingyue, "Based on the trajectory, simulate a battle scene. This gun must be handed over to the bodyguard."

Xin Xingyue gave the layout, and Zhao Chuanxin fired several shots at the cars used as cover, simulating a scene of fierce fighting.

Albert Patterson peeked in stealthily, and only dared to come over after he found that there was no danger.

He saw Zhao Chuanxin setting up the scene with gloves on, and secretly admired Zhao Chuanxin's professionalism.

One of the gangsters was shot in the heart but was not dead yet. He glared at Zhao Chuanxin with his big eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him: "What the hell are you looking at?"

The other person spat out blood, his head tilted, and he died.

Albert Patterson: "..."

After the arrangements were completed, Zhao Chuanxin walked back, put the pistol into the bodyguard's hand, and pressed it twice to leave the fingerprints.

Albert Patterson laughed wildly and proudly: "I knew it, I knew it."

Besides Zhao Chuanxin, who else is so awesome?
The former god of war, the butcher of the Far East, is still as skilled as ever.

He felt a sense of pride that he was favored by God.

Who would have thought that the once so arrogant Zhao Chuanxin would now be his bodyguard?

This is so dreamy.

Zhao Chuanxin sat next to Albert Patterson, still wearing his prison uniform.

He lit a cigarette and said, "Albert, now that things have come to this, I will not beat around the bush with you. I have retired from the underworld and need a stable area to hide my name. Not only do I want you to be the prosecutor, I also suggest that your son run for governor of Alabama. I will help you get rid of the cancer in this state, and you will cover for me and let me make a little money. How about that?"

Albert Patterson also lit a cigarette and reached out to shake hands with Zhao Chuanxin: "Deal."

Instead, he was worried that Zhao Chuanxin had no desires or ambitions.

If a god is unpredictable and disorderly, that would be terrifying.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ash off his cigarette: "I have to go. I still have to serve my sentence."

Albert Patterson requested: "Can I have a pendant for my son?"

Zhao Chuanxin reached out to pick up the star plate, and then took out a pendant.

Albert Patterson was not surprised. He smiled while holding a cigarette in his mouth: "Can I do whatever I want?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself, it would be fun if you rebelled in the territory of Da Piaoliang.

He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll prepare a batch of guns and cannons for you, and you lead your men to attack the White House."

"..." Albert Patterson was confused: "That's not what I meant. Why would I attack the White House..."

If others said so, he would just take it as a joke.

But when these words came out of Zhao Chuanxin's mouth, Albert Patterson felt quite frightened.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and patted his butt: "Let's go."

Albert Patterson was attacked by a gang with ten gunmen and two Chicago typewriters. The news was so shocking that it immediately made headlines in newspapers in every state.

His bodyguards performed their duties conscientiously and risked their lives to protect him. He fought ten people alone and ultimately died together with the enemy.

"I really don't know which job market Old Patterson is looking for bodyguards. They are all so fierce and vigorous."

"His last bodyguard, Shin John, was very tough, but unfortunately he went to jail. This time his bodyguards fought ten to one, and died together with the enemy. Old John is truly a man blessed by God."

The police officers handling the case were amazed.

After the story was published in the newspaper, a Hollywood director even threatened to make it into a movie.

In fact, there are many suspicious points in this shootout.

Old Patterson's bodyguards killed ten people.

But the bullets in his body included pistol bullets and Chicago typewriter bullets.

The police were puzzled. Normally, the bodyguard should have died first.

This makes no sense.

But Albert Patterson was a victim after all. He bit his bodyguard to death and died together with the criminals. The police had no way to prove anything else.

There was no gunpowder residue on old Patterson's body or hands.

At least he definitely didn't kill the criminal.

Privately, John Patterson asked: "Dad, what a pity for this bodyguard, he is more powerful than Xin!"

Albert Patterson was amused: "He is far from the letter."

"Ah?" John Patterson was stunned: "He killed ten gangsters, isn't that impressive?"

Old Patterson's smile faded. "My child, misfortunes can happen at any time. The world is dangerous. I might die someday. When you have time, go to the prison to read Xin and build a good relationship with him. Also, wear this pendant. If you are in danger, pray to the pendant!"

John Patterson didn't understand his father's intentions.

But he was smart and had a vague feeling that this incident was related to Shin John who was serving his sentence in prison.

But he still couldn't figure it out.

Old Patterson didn't elaborate.

Several casinos in Phoenix have been robbed from time to time.

They tried various methods and even sent people to guard the safe 24 hours a day.

People would be knocked unconscious and then have their belongings stolen.

Throw away half the money every time.

They also cost money.

Various bribes, salary for subordinates, water and electricity for the site...

They felt the pain, but the money Zhao Chuanxin left them every time was enough for them to continue operating. Now they are in a dilemma.

Hoyt Sheppard, the leader of the Dixie Gang, roared: "This life is unbearable..."

So many people died, we need to provide compensation, manage the situation, recruit people...

……

At first, the gangs sent people to the prison to try to assassinate Zhao Chuanxin.

Not only did they fail, but Zhao Chuanxin actually developed power in the prison.

Now no one even dares to assassinate him.

When Zhao Chuanxin was taking exercise in the prison playground, many people surrounded him, including yellow people, Nigerians and white people.

There was a Chinese man who was imprisoned for embezzling public funds.

He is in finance and real estate.

After entering prison, he learned that there was a Chinese boss and immediately sought refuge with Zhao Chuanxin.

"Hello, Boss, my name is Louis Punch, help me and I will repay you."

"How are you going to repay me?" Zhao Chuanxin is not a living Buddha in prison.

"I'm in the finance and real estate business. I have money, and I can give you money." Louis Punch's eyes rolled around. "My sentence is very short."

Zhao Chuanxin became interested: "You are in finance and real estate? I have some money and want to invest in finance and real estate, specializing in minority businesses. Do you think it is feasible?"

Louis Punch thought for a moment and shook his head: "It's difficult in Alabama. Those white people won't let you do what you want."

Zhao Chuanxin said meaningfully: "If discrimination is not so serious, and the criminals in Alabama are brought to justice and the environment is stabilized, do you think it is feasible?"

"If that's the case, there will be great prospects for minority finance and real estate business." Louis Punch nodded: "But it's difficult, at least in Phoenix."

Phoenix is ​​too chaotic and extremely unfriendly to minorities, and this has become a legacy issue.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it in his mind.

The next day, Louis Punch was surrounded by a group of strong white men when he was out for exercise. They said, "You are a fat man with delicate skin and tender flesh. I suggest you take the initiative to serve us. Then you can live an easy life in this prison."

Louis Pangqi was terrified, and he shouted with a trembling voice, "Boss, help me, someone is trying to molest me."

Zhao Chuanxin was wearing a vest, revealing his strong shoulders and arms.

He stood up, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, and walked towards Louis Punch.

As soon as he stood up, more than ten people followed him.

The white boss's face froze. "Xin, we don't interfere with each other. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Although you are a tough guy, we in the Aryan Gang are not easy to mess with. You'd better think about it."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Snapped!
The white boss staggered after being slapped.

Zhao Chuanxin spat out the dogtail grass and said, "Fuck you! Who do you think you are? How dare you threaten me?"

The white boss's ears were buzzing and pierced after being slapped.

He was furious: "Fuck him!"

Louis Punch hid in a corner in fear.

He saw Zhao Chuanxin raise his hand and fire a cannon, knocking a strong white man up on the spot.

Oops...

Is this still human?

Throw punches, hooks, and step forward to elbow.

In a flash, three more people fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin threw out lightning-fast punches, two straight punches and one hook, and one man was knocked flying.

Elbow smash, side elbow strike, boom, fall!
Zhao Chuanxin knocked down five people in succession, took a step back and waved his hand.

The people behind him rushed forward and fought with the Aryan gang.

Just as he promised the prison guards: in the future, we will have 5V5 groups.

He did it.

Louis Punch was dumbfounded.

Logically speaking, even if there is a Chinese boss in the prison, he probably has no status and is the lowest-level boss.

The results were an eye-opener for him.

The arrogant Aryan Gang was beaten by Zhao Chuanxin and cried for their parents.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin take out a cigarette from somewhere and light it up, Louis Pangqi felt the urge to smoke and came forward eagerly: "Boss, can you give me one?"

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a pack of cigarettes and matches: "You understand finance and real estate, come work for me after you get out of prison."

Louis Pangqi hesitated for a moment: "Thank you for helping me get rid of the disaster, but let's be honest. I can work for you, but I also want to invest in the shares."

"can."

When the prison guards came to separate the two groups, Zhao Chuanxin's men had won a miserable victory.

Although I won, I was bruised and battered.

The prison guard asked: "Who started it?" On the Aryan Gang's side, the boss pushed one of his younger brothers to take the blame.

Looking at Zhao Chuanxin's side, someone wanted to stand up, but was stopped by Zhao Chuanxin.

He took a step forward, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and said calmly: "I started it."

The prison guard said coldly: "Put these two people in solitary confinement!"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the Aryan Gang leader and said, "If you dare to touch my people while I'm in solitary confinement, you'll be dead the day I get out."

The leader of the Aryan gang had a gloomy face and said nothing.

Louis Pangqi saw that Zhao Chuanxin's younger brothers all had expressions of admiration and respect on their faces.

This boss is a good fighter, and he also takes the blame for his subordinates when something goes wrong.

It's hard not to be supported.

He didn't know that confinement was like a vacation for Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin went home again.

Gail Russell was away at Montgomery with dry food for an exhibition, so no one was home.

It happened to be drizzling.

When Jia Zhengdao returned home, he found Zhao Chuanxin sitting by the lake fishing in the rain, so he ran over with a magazine, hid under a parasol to avoid the rain, and picked up a small stool to sit next to Zhao Chuanxin.

"Uncle, your skills are not good. You fish every day but you catch nothing."

A fisherman can get nothing, but he cannot accept being ridiculed.

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "You know nothing."

Jia Zhengdao chuckled and said, "Uncle, do you know any unsolved mysteries in the world?"

Zhao Chuanxin said nothing.

Jia Zhengdao said to himself, "I just like this. I can't help but be fascinated by mysterious things. Take the UFO for example. I believe aliens must exist. And, uncle, do you know Zhao Chuanxin?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao Chuanxin? Never heard of him."

"Ah? Uncle, how could you not have heard of Zhao Chuanxin? He is the pride of us Chinese! He is so righteous and has unparalleled martial arts skills that even Guan Yu cannot compare to him."

"Haha." Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

Jia Zhengdao gets carried away easily: "Uncle, what do you mean? Zhao Chuanxin is my idol. He is proficient in astronomy, geography, humanities and history, and he also understands biology and painting, not to mention his mysterious fighting ability. What's more amazing is that he also understands architecture. The author of this magazine went to China for a field investigation and found that Zhao Chuanxin's buildings in Lubin Prefecture and Lugang Town were neither wood nor brick and concrete, but rock. Do you understand what this means? It is a house made of rock that is said to be built by Zhao Chuanxin himself. It is as mysterious as those Stonehenge..."

When Jia Zhengdao talked about Zhao Chuanxin, he could talk endlessly and eloquently.

It seemed as if there was no one in the world who knew Zhao Chuanxin better than him.

"Ah... tui!" Zhao Chuanxin said, "I think Zhao Chuanxin is just like that. He has been missing for many years and doesn't even care about his children."

"Uncle, I don't allow you to talk about my idol like that!"

"Ah...tui!"

Once a person becomes cruel, he will despise himself.

The two of them didn't speak for a while.

Jia Zhengdao was young after all, and couldn't keep his composure. After a while of being upset, he couldn't help but flip through the magazine and said, "Uncle, this is a portrait of Zhao Chuanxin. Do you think I look like him?"

This is a hand-painted portrait, and it is said that the painter restored Zhao Chuanxin's portrait based on the oral description of others.

The man in the painting has a full beard, a fat head, big ears, and upturned nostrils, looking ferocious.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of tea: "You really look like the person in the painting."

"Yeah, I also think Zhao Chuanxin and I are very similar."

"I mean you look a lot like the person in the painting."

"No, I look a lot like Zhao Chuanxin."

"So similar, you're both men."

"..."

The bait is gone and the fish won’t take the bait.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his fishing rod, stood up and walked outside the umbrella, looking up at the sky which was filled with dark shadows.

He took out a stack of yellow paper and burned it at the crossroads.

Jia Zhengdao followed happily: "Uncle, so you are also superstitious. I believe that souls exist. You see, it's strange when burning paper, the fire will burn to whichever side the person stands on!"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the fire and said, "The old friend gently stroked the brow of the loved one, and wiped away half of your life's disasters. I don't seek the blessing of the dead, I just worry that if there are souls, don't let them suffer poverty."

"Uncle, whose death anniversary is today?"

"My great-grandfather and my good friend."

In the evening, Gail Russell and Ganfan drove back.

You can tell that Gail Russell is very happy.

Ganfan said: "Woof woof woof..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "Selling paintings? That's great."

Gail Russell hugged Zhao Chuanxin: "Uncle, people say my paintings are spiritual."

"Generally speaking, if there are no special features or merits, they are praised for their spirituality." Zhao Chuanxin grinned and asked, "How much did your painting sell for?"

“…” Gail Russell pouted: “Money is not important, what is important is recognition.”

"Well, then it didn't sell for much."

"Uncle, why are you like this?"

Ganfan said: "Woof woof woof..."

Zhao Chuanxin's smile disappeared: "Did you send money to your family? When you care about people who are not worth caring about, you may bring yourself endless troubles."

His life experience over a hundred years has given him a deep understanding of human nature.

Gail Russell didn't take it seriously and complained, "Damn it, don't say anything, okay?"

Days like this go by quickly.

In a blink of an eye.

54 years.

Albert Patterson was successfully elected Attorney General of Alabama.

In September, Zhao Chuanxin was released from prison.

John Patterson, Stanley Ducarment and Louis Punch, who was released early from prison, came to pick him up.

Gail didn't come.

Going home every few days to barbecue, fish and sleep is just like going to work. What's there to do?

Zhao Chuanxin even took a New Year holiday to go home and play with his grandchildren.

This year, Lubin Prefecture first held a beauty pageant. When the people in the country heard about it, they saw many women in tight skirts shamelessly walking on the catwalk in public, which shocked the public.

Many passionate young people outside denounced Lubin Prefecture, but it was useless because Lubin Prefecture was autonomous and no one could control it.

This year, Benjamin developed the polio vaccine - jelly beans.

Almost on par with the United States.

Lubin Prefecture donated the national supply of vaccines, and the previous condemnation disappeared.

After Albert Patterson became state attorney general, he stepped up efforts to crack down on all kinds of crime.

The first to be arrested was the notorious criminal circuit attorney Archie Ferrer.

The next person to be appointed was the former Attorney General Silas Garrett.

The previous Attorney General was quite cunning. After he learned that he was under investigation, he knew that Alabama had changed and he could not escape the law, so he sent himself to a mental hospital in Texas and escaped in this way.

Phoenix Deputy Sheriff Fuller was investigated, and the sheriff was so scared that he had to keep his tail between his legs.

A series of swift and strict investigations have caused panic in the city of Phoenix.

Gang fights are almost nonexistent on the streets.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to work as a bodyguard, while Gail was responsible for the operations of several companies.

The initial capital was raised from several casinos, and the manager was Louis Punch.

Zhao Chuanxin was able to launder the money he had previously stolen from the gang’s casino.

Open casinos began to be banned.

So all the gangs went underground.

In November, Albert Patterson was assassinated again.

Zhao Chuanxin injured six people and paralyzed one person with a kick.

Albert Patterson is walking sideways in the state.

The gangs trembled in fear.

The attempt to assassinate Albert Patterson was almost hopeless.

In 55, John Patterson received donations from Louis Ponzi's business group to accumulate capital in politics.

The chairman of the business group is Gail Russell.

Zhao Lingjun took the lead in developing the country's first transistor computer.

In 1956, John Patterson began preparing for his campaign with great momentum.

Historically, he insisted on separation between black and white, but cracked down on crime with force.

Today, he opposes segregation and remains firm in his stance against crime.

With Zhao Chuanxin's support, the Pattersons can act with ease.

This caused great dissatisfaction among the local KKK.

When John Patterson was assassinated for the first time, the other side sent out three people, one of whom was seriously injured and two were slightly injured by Zhao Chuanxin.

The police station at this time is different from before.

Seeing the Pattersons like the rising sun, they forced the villains to stay away from them.

Someone went to Zhao Chuanxin's house to seek revenge, and then disappeared without a trace.

57 years.

Shandong, Jiaozhou.

This place was formerly called Laomai Village, and later became Laoying Village. After several name changes, the original meaning was decomposed and reorganized, becoming fragmented.

An official from the Qing Dynasty was buried here. The official had a very good reputation and was said to be very honest.

Sometimes the common people dug up the tomb of this official. However, there were many tomb robbers in those days, and due to the unique social environment, no one cared about tomb robbing. So when the common people dug it up, they saw that it was empty.

There is sure to be another empty tomb a mile away.

Such suspicious tombs are scattered all over the place.

Therefore, this honest official who had no money had many suspicious tombs after his death. Every time a suspicious tomb was unearthed, the people would smile in amusement.

But children don’t understand.

A group of children discovered a "suspicious tomb" and they went in to take a look.

Oops...

There is a coffin in this suspected tomb, and there is a dead person in the coffin.

They don’t know that the presence of a dead body is no longer a suspicious grave.

"It's a suspicious tomb. It's a suspicious tomb."

"Pull it out and let's see."

"What a smell! It's so awful."

It's not just a pure stench, there's also a hint of medicine.

The body was exposed under the blue sky, and a large group of children surrounded the coffin and looked at it curiously.

"He is an official, and he is still wearing his official uniform..."

"What is this? It's a seal."

"What a piece of crap, it's lost..."

"There is a bead in his mouth. Take it out and have a look."

After the bead was picked out, it shattered and a gas was discharged from the corpse.

"Cough cough..."

“It’s choking!”

The once lifelike corpse was now visibly shriveled and rotten.

Everyone was a little scared at this time, and they ran away without caring about the corpse.

"Wait for me, wait for me, big brother, second brother, wait for me..."

A little girl, wearing a patched jacket that was larger than her and had her hair tied in two pigtails, started crying out of fear.

She was small, with short legs and couldn't run fast. Her arms were swinging outwards, and her cuffs were longer than usual like a costume, and her movements looked like a running goose.

At this moment, she was picked up by someone, and then she flew into the sky like a cloud, and unexpectedly arrived in front of the group of children.

The little girl looked back and saw that the man running with her in his arms was a bearded man. He was very tall and strong, with his medium-length hair neatly combed back.

(End of this chapter)