mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1186 Passionate Youth
Zhao Chuanxin began to show his talents in 1907.

Albert Patterson tells the story from Zhao Chuanxin's bombardment of the Forbidden City, to the riot in New York, USA, to the later drilling of warships, to the razing of Ghost Capital. He narrates these events one by one.

"Even with the current military strength, no country dares to say that they can kill Zhao Chuanxin. On the contrary, if he wants, he can wipe Alabama off the map. He just wants to hide his identity now, but you insist on forcing him to take action. If you are not an idiot, what are you?"

"I..." John Patterson argued, "But we have no way to confirm that he is Zhao Chuanxin."

"So you're going to break the law? Can you afford the price? Do you know why those gang members suddenly disappeared? If you look through the files, you'll find that whenever someone attacks his community, they disappear within three days. Alabama is what it is today because of Zhao Chuanxin. Damn it, why don't you understand?"

John Patterson felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew that many gang members had disappeared.

It was a complete disappearance, without any trace.

For example, the former Dixie Gang leader Hoyt Sheppard and the second in command Jimmy Matthews suddenly disappeared overnight.

It turned out that it was Zhao Chuanxin who did it.

Zhao Chuanxin used killing to turn their community into a famous safe area among the surrounding villages, so much so that many wealthy people moved there.

It was originally a Chinese community, but it attracted many white middle-class people.

John Patterson didn't know that everything Zhao Chuanxin did was just for Zang Meiling.

He asked: "What should we do now?"

Old Patterson sighed, "I'll go with you to see him."

When they came the next day, Zhao Chuanxin was performing magic for Zang Meiling.

Zang Meiling is not pretty at all. She has gained some weight, but her skin is still dark.

She is very cheerful and laughs so hard that she falls backwards.

Zhao Chuanxin became more and more convinced that this was his grandmother, or at least it was his grandmother's soul that lived inside this body.

"Which hand do you think it was?"

"This one, I guess."

Zhao Chuanxin opened his palm, empty.

"The hand, I guess."

Zhao Chuanxin closed one hand and opened the other, empty.

"If you can, open your hands."

Zhao Chuanxin opened one with a smile.

Zang Meiling tried to grab his other hand: "You must have hidden it."

When Zhao Chuanxin's other hand was opened, he closed one.

She doubled over with laughter: "Hahaha, you're just teasing me to make me mad!"

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

In the past, he always contradicted his grandmother and tried to make her angry, so his grandmother would say this.

Zang Meiling had never said it before, how could she know...

At this time, Albert Patterson and John Patterson drove over.

"Hey, Shin, how are you?" Albert Patterson raised his hand to greet.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded calmly in response.

The other party didn't care.

Seeing this, Zang Meiling said, "I'm going to do my homework."

He ran back happily.

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a cigar and asked him, "What are you doing here?"

Albert Patterson glanced at his son, then turned to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "I think there are some misunderstandings that need to be clarified."

Zhao Chuanxin exhaled a puff of cigarette and said, "Since you're here, there's no need to explain."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and hooked his palm.

Albert Patterson seemed surprised: "What do you want?"

"Don't play dumb, give me the pendant."

Albert Patterson's face changed slightly: "This, didn't I say it, it's all a misunderstanding."

That pendant had saved him countless times.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "I've given out some of these pendants, and I'll gradually take them back in the future."

Albert Patterson remembered that the little girl and Gail Russell both had a pendant around their necks.

He smiled bitterly: "Don't be so heartless."

"You two can only keep one, so give it to me."

Albert Patterson had no choice but to take the pendant off his neck.

John Patterson was more puzzled.

He also has a pendant around his neck.

He never knew what the pendant was used for, but looking at his father's expression, it seemed that he attached great importance to the pendant.

If you don’t understand, ask: “Dad, this pendant…”

Albert Patterson said: "Don't you understand why Mr. Zhao always appears in front of you in critical moments?"

John Patterson was shocked and figured everything out.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the pendant, crossed his legs and said, "Alabama is very stable now, you don't need this thing anymore."

From then on, Zang Meiling's schooling went smoothly, as if she was blessed by the goddess of luck.

Good things always happen to her, but bad things always happen to her.

……

62 years,
How bold a person is, how productive he becomes.

On a spring afternoon, Zhao Chuanxin received a call from Zhao Lingjun.

Zhao Lingjun cried, "Dad, my mother is gone..."

Over the years, Zhao Chuanxin's inner sadness has gradually been overdrawn.

When he heard the news, the scene of the Queen's naive appearance, voice, and smile when he met Wilhelmina in New York that year immediately emerged in his mind.

It seemed as if another piece of Zhao Chuanxin's soul was torn off.

He saw her for the last time last winter.

She showed resistance to meeting Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin understood that she was old, and she thought Zhao Chuanxin was not old enough, so she was unwilling to see Zhao Chuanxin, thinking that they were not equal in terms of age.

Zhao Chuanxin had no way to explain to her that time had not spared him.

Zhao Lingjun cried and said, "She asked me to tell you that she has always loved you, but she couldn't sit with you on the roof of the Capitol and watch the lake..."

When Zhao Chuanxin saw Wilhelmina for the last time, he kissed her old face and said, "Silly girl, you haven't seen me for more than 20 years, but I have missed you for a century."

Benjamin Goldberg is here too.

He had met his pastor's wife, Wilhelmina, a long time ago in New York.

After the funeral, he saw that Zhao Chuanxin was even more depressed, so he said, "Master, I built a huge true vision crystal array, which is specially used to see the stars in the sky. Aren't you interested in aliens? Maybe one day I can help you find them. Master, don't be too sad. Death is not the end of life. Although I don't have definite evidence, various signs indicate this, especially the Endless Art. I think the power of the soul must be far greater than that of matter, otherwise how can the absolute domain be indestructible?"

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his eyes and said, "Everyone chose to die on the battlefield, and I should die on the battlefield of Middle-earth."

"..." Benjamin Goldberg was a little anxious: "Master, just wait, I will definitely prove to you that there is always someone better than you."

Just as he was stuck in a dead end back then, he seemed to have fallen into some kind of fantasy again.

However, Zhao Chuanxin seemed to have given up the search for extraterrestrial civilization long ago.

Soon after he returned to Alabama, he received a call from Zhao Defu, saying that Zhao Lingjun was involved in some fights.

She cannot tolerate any injustice and cannot bear to see some of her old comrades being targeted.

Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly called Zhao Lingjun and said, "Don't get involved."

Zhao Lingjun said carelessly: "Dad, don't worry about it. I can handle it."

Zhao Chuanxin said a few more words, but Zhao Lingjun obviously didn't take it to heart.

Zhao Chuanxin was at a loss as he couldn't tie her up and lock her in a small dark room to restrict her personal freedom.

In the spring of 66, Zhao Chuanxin's youngest son, Zhao Shanhe, died of a heart attack.

Just one month later, Freddy Pavitt was gone too.

Several brothers and sisters, led by Zhao Lingjun, attended the funeral.

After the funeral, Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhao Lingjun whether he had intensified the conflict.

Zhao Lingjun gnashed his teeth and said, "Sometimes, I am so angry that my teeth itch. I really want to kill everyone like I did back then. Dad, why don't you give me the altar of the old god, and I..."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Don't mess around, I won't let you get involved in these things anymore. You represent more than just yourself, you have to think about Lugang Town and Lubin Prefecture."

Zhao Lingjun sighed: "Why do I lose my freedom as I get older?"

Zhao Chuanxin put his arm around her neck and said, "Girl, you are almost sixty years old. You can't always think about fooling around."

Zhao Lingjun sneered: "Dad, do you think I look like a man who is almost sixty?"

Zhao Nianzhen is prettier than her, but Zhao Lingjun ages better than his brothers and sisters.

He looks to be about 30 years old now, in the prime of his life.

Zhao Chuanxin took them to a big dinner in New York.

Zhao Nianzhen hugged Zhao Chuanxin's arm and said, "Dad, leave all the good fortune you earned in Alabama to me."

Based on Zhao Chuanxin's historical judgment and control of the situation, the Louis Ponchi Group has now become one of the largest taxpayers in Alabama.

Zhao Lingjun spat: "How dare you say such a shameless thing."

Zhao Nianzhen glared at her: "What the hell is your business?"

She has been willful all her life, and the only person she is afraid of is her adoptive mother Miao Cuihua.

After Old Zhao returned, he doted on her to no end.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "If you still want an estate, Dad will start a new business for you. The Louis Pangqi Group already has an owner."

That was prepared for Zang Meiling.

Zhao Nianzhen raised his eyebrows: "Could it be the little girl who lives in your house?"

Zhao Chuanxin's voice suddenly rose: "What little girl? That's because you are too young."

"It's ridiculous, I won't admit it."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her.

Seeing that Zhao Songzhen had lost some weight, he asked her, "Zhao Laosi, how have you been lately?"

"Dad, I'm fine." Zhao Songzhen maintained her calm and non-competitive nature. "You don't have to worry about me."

Zhao Chuanxin said to her: "After a while, Dad will earn some money for your retirement."

"Dad, it's really not necessary. I have enough money." Zhao Songzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Even Zhao Lingjun was jealous. "Dad, you really favor the fourth child. She never has to ask for it, but you always give it to her."

Zhao Nianzhen simply said, "Dad, I want one too."

Zhao Zhengze remained silent.

After Zhao Chuanxin returned, he drove to Las Vegas.

He withdrew about $380 million from several casinos.

He used the money to buy stocks such as McDonald's, Disney, Coca-Cola and Johnson & Johnson.

These shares are respectively under the names of Zhao Songzhen, Zhao Nianzhen, Zhao Lingjun and Zhao Zhengze.

The stocks selected by Zhao Chuanxin grew rapidly in the following two years.

Their brothers and sisters were dumbfounded as they saw their assets grow inexplicably.

Like other old fathers, Zhao Chuanxin began to feel inexplicable worries, fearing that his children would suffer without telling him.

……

September, X7.

Zhao Chuanxin noticed some inexplicable signs.

Some people use his identity to make trouble.

Many older generations have Zhao Chuanxin’s longevity tablets at home.

These longevity cards were basically destroyed.

Zhao Lingjun also encountered some troubles.

Zhao Lingjun, who is nearly 60 years old, is standing around in sportswear: "Let's see who dares to come up?"

"Oh, look how bad it has ruined you."

"Look at yourself, look at yourself, do you look like a decent woman? You are so flashy at your age, where does your money come from?"

Zhao Lingjun spat and said, "My father gave me the money, so what? Are you envious? Jealous?"

"You fake foreign devil, your father is a running dog, your father..."

This sentence really angered Zhao Lingjun.

Her father devoted his whole life to the country and the people.

He fought endlessly for territory and spent half his life fighting.

When they retire, they contribute all their retirement money, which is enough to rival a country, to economic development.

After going to this extent, she still wants to put the blame on her father?

Zhao Lingjun was completely furious.

She activated the reaction shoulder strap and delivered a flying knee to the person who was speaking. The person's face collapsed and he was breathing out but not in, which showed how powerful the knee was.

But the people who besieged her were also angry.

"You're against me!"

"Get her!"

Zhao Lingjun grabbed one man's arm and threw him over his shoulder.

boom.

Wrestling is much more brutal than boxing.

The man was thrown to the ground and became stiff. It was unknown whether he was injured or not. He squirmed on the ground twice and then stopped moving.

Zhao Lingjun raised his hand and a baseball bat appeared in his hand.

Chop, stab, swing, smash, big windmill...

Zhao Lingjun swung the baseball bat with great force, beating more than ten people until their heads were bleeding. The people outside did not dare to attack.

Because Zhao Lingjun was over sixty years old but still as beautiful as a flower, many people called her an old witch behind her back.

Everyone says that this old witch is fierce, but the cloth is only this fierce.

"Zhao Lingjun, you know you are wrong but don't correct your mistakes. You will suffer the consequences yourself."

"You dare to hit someone? Come and see if she has killed him."

"Dead, no longer breathing, old witch, I really should drag you to the Meridian Gate and shoot you ten thousand times..."

Zhao Lingjun said disdainfully: "Shoot me? I'll shoot you first!"

As she spoke, she took out the pistol that she had snatched back when saving someone, and shot the man in the head.

boom.

The shouting passionate young man was shot in the head by Zhao Lingjun.

Guns were fired and things got out of hand.

There was an uproar all around, and everyone dispersed.

But Zhao Lingjun alerted the police and was rounded up.

Zhao Lingjun was not panicked. She jumped onto the roof and leaped between the ridges. The monkeys would cry when they saw her, and no one could catch up with her.

After all, she had followed Yao Bing on the battlefield before. Zhao Lingjun easily shook off the pursuers and returned to Lubin Prefecture.

Not only did she go by herself, she also saved some people and went back with her.

The result was that Lugang Town and Lubin Prefecture were targeted.

Many people clamored for the use of force.

With these two in hand,

In order to sell everything,
Distribute to the poor.

The smell of gunpowder is very strong.

Before things got out of control, Zhao Defu quickly contacted Zhao Chuanxin.

"Uncle, things have gotten out of hand. Lingjun is in big trouble."

Zhao Chuanxin left his hometown mainly to buy Tianshangfei, Lubin Prefecture and Lugang Town some breathing time and get through the darkness before dawn.

But something went wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled instead: "It's no big deal, just wait for the news."

He felt that he finally had something to do and could realize the value of his existence.

Zhao Chuanxin returned to China.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the capital.

He was wearing khaki casual pants, a navy blue polo shirt, a baseball cap and sunglasses, and he would be targeted whenever he walked on the street.

The people's nature of liking to put labels on others has been taken to the extreme.

"Look, this person must be a capital ..."

"We'll find out after we catch him and interrogate him..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette and lit it. A passionate young man came forward and just as he stretched out his hand, Zhao Chuanxin slapped him in the face.

The passionate young man flew backwards and fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.

The other people stopped in their tracks. The power of a slap was so great!

Zhao Chuanxin continued walking, his hands in his pockets, walking slowly.

His goal is the square.

Soon, more and more passionate young people gathered, holding sticks and brooms and surrounding Zhao Chuanxin aggressively.

Their aggressiveness was relative. When they found that Zhao Chuanxin didn't stop at all, they stopped.

Someone poked Zhao Chuanxin with a long pole.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly reached out, grabbed the long pole and pushed it forward.

The hot-blooded young man's long pole slipped out of his hand and hit his ribs.

Click.

Broken ribs.

The passionate young man bent over in pain and squatted on the ground. Zhao Chuanxin did not stop and approached him and kicked him.

boom.

The passionate young man with broken ribs was kicked away and turned into a rolling ball, rolling seven or eight meters before stopping. After vomiting blood several times, his head tilted.

Someone tried to test it: "It's dead."

The crowd was in an uproar.

This is another murderer who resisted and killed people in public after Zhao Lingjun.

"Everyone, come together and take him down."

There were dozens of people present, but only a dozen or so were trying to attack.

Zhao Chuanxin changed the handle of the long pole, held it at the yang end, and swept the cloud with a lantern.

Click.

One person's calf was broken.

Sweep.

One person was knocked to the ground.

A man rushed forward with a broom, and Zhao Chuanxin raised the pole and stabbed straight ahead.

boom.

The man had a sunken nose and fell headfirst.

Poke stick.

puff……

All my teeth are gone and my tongue is sticky from being poked.

Zhao Chuanxin spun around and danced with flowers, and one of them was hit on the head and was stunned.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin used one hand to hit with all his strength, these people would still be either killed or disabled.

After six people fell, the rest rushed back.

Zhao Chuanxin threw away the cigarette butt, took out another one, lit it, and continued walking forward.

At this point, someone pulled out a gun.

Zhao Chuanxin threw away the stick and said calmly: "If you use guns, don't blame me for killing people."

As he spoke, he had an Abyss M1913 in his hand.

boom.

As a result, the other party got so excited that he actually opened fire.

(End of this chapter)