mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 332 This kind of kick does not pay attention to the laws of physics

Although I feel that it is unreliable for Zhao Chuanxin and the children to study guns.

But you still have to listen to what the master said.

Freddie Pavitt said to himself: Let you mess around, sooner or later there will be a joke.

He turned around and made arrangements.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head to look at Big Hei, and found that he was still holding a gun.

It's been almost twenty and ten minutes.

"Okay, okay, don't tire your arms, let it go."

Marcus Nkrumah let out an "oh" and put down the gun obediently.

Zhao Chuanxin took a special look at his hands and found that they were not shaking.

My Cao, this is outrageous.

Could it be that when God closes a window, he opens another?
Zhao Chuanxin has always been courteous and courteous to those who are capable.

He took out a Tianwanglu handle carved with antlers from his pocket and handed it to Marcus Encruz.

"Marcus, I'll teach you how to fight and shoot. When I make a suitable heavy machine gun, you can charge me with a chain of ammunition. I'll make you a bulletproof suit later, so you can charge as you go. How about that? If you can, this is your reward."

Marcus Nkrumah happily took the antler carving, and nodded honestly: "I will do whatever the master asks me to do."

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed.

"Okay, let me just say this to you, you are allowed to eat meat tonight!"

"Praise the lord!" Marcus Nkrumah was overjoyed.

He usually can't eat meat, because Freddie Pavitt can't afford a big eater.

Markus Nkrumah added: "My lord, can I eat a hamburger? Last year I picked up a hamburger in the town dump and they beat me up. I was smart enough to eat it in one bite." I ran out of food, and it was useless for them to beat me, hehehe..."

"..." You are so witty, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Hamburger, right? Enough tonight!"

Hamburger is a fast food that originated in Germany.

With the influx of European immigrants into the United States, it gradually became popular in the United States.

There are restaurants in the town, but of course they are not on the table.

Isn't it just junk food?How much is it worth?

Freddie Pavitt took a carriage and went to town, but he didn't come back for a long time.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Come on, I'll teach you two how to punch."

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin got up and put on a boxing air.

Benjamin Goldberg is not good at hands-on, and his posture is crooked, matching his thin body, it looks very funny.

Needless to say, although Zhao Chuanxin has never practiced, he is a theoretical master.

For a while, I was also obsessed with sports events such as boxing, kickboxing, and Muay Thai.

Later, Emperor Gaozu Zhao Zhongyi absorbed part of his theories and summed up new experiences.

Zhao Chuanxin just put on a posture and asked two people to practice.

Benjamin Goldberg put his fists up, raised his head, squinted his eyes, wondering: "Sir, what can this do?"

Zhao Chuanxin took it for granted: "If you can fight, whoever bullies you in the future, you will shoot an electric gun when you go up, and you are guaranteed to make your opponent unable to eat."

"But my parents won't let me fight."

"One day, when your parents meet bad guys and your father can't protect your mother, he will know the importance of fighting."

"Sir, I don't like fighting and war. When I finished reading "Global History", I felt that many wars were unnecessary. Human beings always repeat the mistakes of history, very stupid."

Zhao Chuanxin felt sweat on his forehead.

Is it really good to discuss such a profound issue?

He hadn't even read "Global History". It was a historical context pieced together from scraps of information, and he only had an in-depth understanding of a few parts of it that he was interested in.

For example, several modern economic crises and modern wars.

He emphasized: "Boy, you know, you can be sane, but your opponent is going to be stupid. Then he will hit you, what do you do?"

"This……"

Zhao Chuanxin chased after the victory, and said with a sneer, "Could it be that you stretched your face over and let him hit you? Then don't call me my apprentice in the future."

"Sir, I am not your apprentice."

"From today onwards. Your wisdom, of course, has inherited my mantle. The same is true of your fighting power."

Although Benjamin Goldberg knows a lot, it takes time to hone his sophistication. He still doesn't understand Zhao Chuanxin's "sinister intentions" for the time being.

Until one day, when he became famous, when he was interviewed, he mentioned that he was Zhao Chuanxin's apprentice, and found that the reporter discussed Zhao Chuanxin as if he had discovered the New World.

At that time, he suddenly realized that Zhao Chuanxin had already laid the groundwork for his pretense decades later.

Zhao Chuanxin taught two fools how to practice boxing, how to start, how to step, how to exert force, how to punch, what are uppercuts and straight punches...

After teaching for a while, he let the two of them play by themselves. He took out the recliner to fish, and took a nap by the way.

After waking up, he heard the conversation between the two.

It turned out that Marcus Nkrumah always heard that he was a fool, so he doubted life.

"Benjamin, I'm actually a fool."

"Don't say that, my friend, I'm really stupid."

"Really, that's what everyone says about me."

"Everyone says I'm crazy."

Zhao Chuanxin got up, stretched his waist, looked at his pocket watch, and clapped his hands: "Children, stop arguing, in fact, you are all mentally retarded."

Marcus Nkrumah and Benjamin Goldberg: "…"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the bewildered two, and laughed: "Okay, the auspicious time has come, and that dog Freddy hasn't come back yet, so we should go to town for dinner."

He greeted the maid and asked her to inform everyone to eat by themselves in the evening without waiting for him.

Then he took Marcus Nkrumah, put on a carriage, and drove himself to the town as a groom.

The restaurants in the town are very ordinary, and the consumption level is average.

Zhao Chuanxin parked the carriage outside and brought the two into the house.

Although it was not dark yet, it was almost time for dinner, and there were already many people eating.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, the diners, waiters and restaurant owner, one counts as the other, they all looked over.

An Asian, with a big black man, and a white child, this combination is weird no matter how you look at it.

Zhao Chuanxin taught Benjamin Goldberg a solid lesson, telling him what it means-turn a blind eye!
He walked to the bar with long legs.

The restaurateur, with a rag over his shoulders and a match in his mouth, squinted at him.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the menu: "Hey, there is also goulash with potatoes, two servings. Puff pastry, ten. Grilled salmon? Not bad, three servings. Hamburger, uh, Marcus, can you How much do you eat?"

When Marcus Ngrumah heard the hamburger, he almost grinned behind his ears: "Master, I can eat thirty."

Zhao Chuanxin thought he heard it wrong: "How much?"

"Forty!"

My Cao, if I ask again, it will increase by ten. Where can I go to reason?

The restaurant was silent.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to ask again, what if there were a hundred of them?
He snapped his fingers: "Then add another forty hamburgers, and you can't eat and go around."

Unexpectedly, the owner of the restaurant spat out the match with a "poof" and said coldly, "Sorry, the restaurant is closed today."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the boss, and then looked back at no less than seven or eight people dining: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, you are not welcome here!"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth, his teeth were white and neat, and his smile was bright and sunny: "I'll give you another chance, think about it carefully, is the camp open or not?"

The men eating behind Zhao Chuanxin should be local herders, according to their clothes.Before the boss could speak, a man said, "Hey Asian, I advise you not to mess around here,"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it, and then turned around: "Then if you say that, I have to mess around."

Among the three, Zhao Chuanxin is confident; Benjamin Goldberg is fugue even now; and Marcus Nkrumah is full of hamburgers.

It doesn't look like a normal person.

The four people on the table stood up slowly. The tallest was only about 1.7 meters eight, but they were all quite stocky.

"Asian, do you want to get spanked?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with a cigar in his mouth, "Yes, yes, how did you know? Hey, it's really itchy. Why hasn't anyone done it yet?"

"..."

The restaurant was silent again.

Everyone here, they dare to swear, they have never seen such a weak person in their life!
The man at the head was furious, and rushed over with a roar as low as a beast.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his left hand: "Back!"

call……

The man who charged the most fiercely retreated violently as if his chest had been struck by lightning.

At the same time, the two men behind him knocked down the table and chairs, and the food and water spilled all over the floor.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at Benjamin Goldberg who came back to his senses: "Boys, look out, this kick will be very handsome!"

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly rushed forward, holding the scepter of redemption in his hand.

He jumped up abruptly, raised his leg, held the scepter in his right hand and kicked in the air, kicking the last person's head.

The man was kicked and fell on his head.

And Zhao Chuanxin swung his body forward and then back again, because the redemption scepter was fixed in the air.

He fell to the ground casually, put away the scepter, twisted his neck and made a rattling sound.

Benjamin Goldberg looked in a daze, but didn't know what fear was: "Sir, what's the name of this kick? You seem to have violated Newton's law."

"This is called Spartan asking for directions. This kind of kicking never talks about the laws of physics!"

The boss took a step back in fright, and knocked over some bottles and cans, and made a "crack".

Zhao Chuanxin turned to look at him, and found that he reached out to touch the gun under the bar.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his finger and pointed at him: "If you dare to draw out a gun, I guarantee that your mother will not recognize you if you hit me."

Although Zhao Chuanxin didn't have anything in his hands, the boss didn't dare to move.

Momentum is an intangible substance, but it does exist.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "Now, is it still open?"

The boss thought about the miraculous scenes just now, and felt that he couldn't be offended, so he nodded sharply: "Open, open."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Boys, sit down and wait for the food to be served!"

Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah carefully made their way around the four on the ground to the back.

When Zhao Chuanxin passed them, he suddenly moved forward.

The four people retreated, only to find that Zhao Chuanxin was just scaring them.

Immediately he was ashamed, but he didn't dare to continue to make mistakes, his face flushed red with anger.

Zhao Chuanxin pinched his cigar and nodded to the four of them with his fingers: "If you want to find the magistrate, just go, I'll wait for you."

The four of them couldn't even figure out how they lost. They just felt that today was a wicked day, so they rushed out of the restaurant in a hurry.

Marcus Nkrumah was stupid and didn't understand anything, but Benjamin Goldberg said: "Sir, are we going to be in trouble? Sheriff Maher is fierce."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Believe me, he will not be more fierce than me. Now, do you know the benefits of practicing boxing?"

"Well, sir, I see. I don't make trouble, but trouble makes me."

"Ruzi can be taught."

The owner of the restaurant ordered the back kitchen to cook, but he gritted his teeth secretly: Wait a while for Sergeant Maher to come, this Asian guy looks good!

(End of this chapter)