mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 365 The Scavenger

Jim Cowles is out of his wits.

This cell is full of his people.

Faintly, a semi-surrounding circle was formed, blocking Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I advise you to think twice and cooperate with my work."

Jim Cowles thinks he's lost his mind: "I'm afraid you don't know the wretched situation you're in."

While Zhao Chuanxin was speaking, he put on his glasses and looked around with some obsessive-compulsive disorder, not letting go of any possible hiding places and commanding heights.

Was sniped out of the psychological shadow.

Before that, he seldom fought with others, because he didn't have fighting skills, and he was afraid of capsized in the gutter.

But after practicing balance, he was eager to know his strength.

If he is called the God of War every day, if he doesn't have the courage of Lu Bu and the ability of Xiang Yu, wouldn't his name be worthy of the name?

He waved: "One by one, or together?"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Chuanxin rushed out without waiting for Jim Cowles to react.

Jim Cowles didn't expect him to be so ungrateful for a sneak attack, and he was caught off guard.

Zhao Chuanxin punched him in the face and knocked him down.

There was a prisoner next to him who wanted to help, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, the strong wind from Phoenix Xuanjie's air cannon blew past, and the prisoner flew upside down, knocking down two people.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Jim Cowles' neck with one hand, pushed him forward, and blocked the attack of the people behind him.

The high side leg, with Jim Cowles as the central axis, the side leg went around the back, and kicked one person's temple.

The man groaned and fell to the ground, motionless.

Zhao Chuanxin choked Jim Cowles's neck, shouted loudly, lifted him up by his neck, and threw him like a sack, knocking down two people at once.

There were originally six people, but five fell in an instant.

There was one left, with his hands raised in bewilderment.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked a person on the ground at the waist. The person had just stood up, but was kicked into the air, and the back of his head hit another person's face.

The two screamed at the same time.

It is true that he has never practiced fighting, but these people are not martial artists either.

Zhao Chuanxin simply took off his clothes and put them away, revealing his muscular upper body.

He took two steps back and forth, turned his head to look at Jim Cowles who was struggling to get up on the ground: "Jade can't be carved, come again."

While Jim Cowles was out there, illegally organizing gambling, robbery, extortion.

In New York's criminal history, there are also villains who have left a strong ink.

Of course, it is impossible to be defeated twice, he lives by being brave and ruthless.

Suppressing the severe pain caused by the broken bridge of the nose, Jim Cowles rushed forward again.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, took advantage of his height and arm length, and pressed Jim Cowles' forehead, instantly stopping his charge.

In my mind, the method of controlling muscles when practicing balance technique emerged.

Zhao Chuanxin tested without using brute force, and flexibly stretched his right leg to hook Jim Cowles' left leg.

Jim Cowles is a golden rooster independent, unsteady, swaying from side to side.

Zhao Chuanxin faltered with his front hand, jumped up with his right leg and hit the bridge of his nose with a Superman punch.

Jim Cowles fell this time and never got up again.

A person rushed over from the side, in a brutal charge style.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed down on his neck with an unskilled hoop, and raised his knee to push back.

click...

I didn't get up again.

The few remaining people were about to use the crowd tactics, but someone unexpectedly tried to take down Zhao Chuanxin with a sliding shovel.

Zhao Chuanxin remembered the rubbing kick that Zhao Zhongyi often practiced, and rubbed it away.

Click!

The prisoner turned his calf.

One person hugged Zhao Chuanxin's waist from the side, and the other raised his hand and punched Zhao Chuanxin on the cheek.

It's okay, it's okay, but it hurts.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed the back of the waist hugger, the phoenix Xuanjie was activated, and the air cannon bombarded it.

boom……

The prisoner with his arms around his waist straightened and rushed down, but Zhao Chuanxin still raised his knees to support his head.

click...

Spine fracture!

The person on the right tried to pluck his hair, but was unable to do so due to his height.

Zhao Chuanxin flew forward, with his elbow thrown horizontally.

The man tilted his head, rolled his eyes upwards, and fell to the ground stiffly.

There is only one person left.

It was the hero who just raised his fist, hesitated, and hovered on the edge.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it for a while, and it was all thunder and no rain, and it was soy sauce from beginning to end.

He smiled: "Don't be on guard, what are you thinking? I never attack people who eat melons."

Hearing this, the prisoner heaved a sigh of relief and put his hand down.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stepped forward and kicked sideways.

When the prisoner is flying in the air, the thought in his mind is: sneak attack...

"Ah...tui, you are so angry, you deserve it!"

Outside, the prison guard heard the sound of fighting inside, and said to his companion, "Don't worry about it, Jim will settle the dispute between them."

With that said, the two left Shi Shiran.

Sing Sing Prison is currently the highest security prison in New York, and even in the United States.

But to whom.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Shadow Cloak and put it on.

There was another person with open eyes in the room, the prisoner whose ankle was broken by Zhao Chuanxin's kick.

The light in the room was dim, and when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin had put on his cloak and merged with the darkness, he was so frightened that he stopped screaming.

Zhao Chuanxin showed his face and smiled at him.

I, Cao, look like Zhao Chuanxin has no body, only one head floating in the air.

The prisoner put his hands on the ground and slid back quickly with his useless leg.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: "You didn't see anything, you know?"

"know."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife, scratched a line on the door lock, pushed the door lightly and walked out.

The prisoner could not believe his eyes.

The cell that Andrew Miller was in was opened and an Italian walked in.

This person was very quiet, with his hair combed back neatly, and he just casually glanced at Andrew Miller after he came in.

He went to the sink, washed his hands, and wiped them clean.

Then he took out a knife made of unknown metal from his back waist, and said with a smile, "Harry Vanderbilt asked me to say hello to you."

As he spoke, he walked slowly towards Andrew Miller with a knife in his hand.

Andrew Miller retreated and retreated, and finally hit the bed frame with a "boom".

He hurriedly shouted: "Prison guard, prison guard, someone is going to kill me..."

It was very quiet outside.

As the Italians approached, Andrew Miller lost his temper and blurted out: "Sir, I'm going to die, have mercy and save me."

There is a response in the dark.

The door creaked and opened a small crack.

The Italian turned around abruptly, seeing nothing.

He looked at the open cell door, blinked, huh?That's right, the prison door was indeed open.

This must have been done by the prison guards. They left a way out for themselves, and they were quite thoughtful.

He turned and took another step towards Andrew Miller.

At this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The Italian shivered, turned his head, but still saw nothing.

He is suspicious.

Suddenly, the wrist tightened.

Someone grabbed his hand and wrapped him around behind.

Then, the knife he was holding stabbed at his eyes uncontrollably.

puff...

Before dying, he let out a heart-piercing scream.

As the voice gradually weakened, his body collapsed to the ground.

The cell door was closed, and the cell was silent.

The wind blew from nowhere, and Andrew Miller shuddered: where am I, who am I, what happened?
The Italians on the ground were indeed dead.

Before he died, his expression was terrified, as if he had seen a ghost.

Not long after, the prison guards came and knocked on the cell door.

As a result, the cell door was directly knocked open by him.

The prison guard was taken aback for a moment, then became nervous, took out his baton for guarding, and slowly pushed open the door.

He saw Andrew Miller sitting in the corner, knees folded, eyes vacant.

On the ground, the Italian held a knife and stabbed his eyes...

Two great events took place in Sing Sing Prison.

One was that Harry Vanderbilt was going to kill Andrew Miller, and the killer committed suicide.

Moreover, through careful and careful inspection, the prison guards have determined that it was definitely not Andrew Miller who did it.

This incident was very strange, and rumors of prison ghosts spread.

The second thing is that Jim Cowles, the famous gangster in the West End of New York City, died.

In the entire cell, only two people survived.

One person suffered internal bleeding after being kicked and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

One had a broken ankle and was also pulled away.

In the entire cell, there is only one person left, the Asian man called "scavenger".

The translation is "scavenger".

It is said that the prison guard vomited "wow" after discovering the blood all over the floor and the strangely shaped corpse.

Then, Zhao Chuanxin was put into confinement.

Before locking him in, the prison guard made the cross on his chest: "You butcher, the warden said, you will sit in the electric chair."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him and said with a smile: "Okay, as soon as possible, I need to recharge my lightning five consecutive whips."

"Bang", the door of the confinement room closed.

It's dirty here, the space is cramped, and Zhao Chuanxin even has to bow his head.

There is no toilet, only a cement trough with feces and urine in it.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately put on the shadow cloak, opened the door of the confinement room and got out, and returned to his cell to lie down and sleep.

Even, when it was time to let the wind go, he slipped out to let the crowd go out to let the wind go.

On the playground, Andrew Miller saw Zhao Chuanxin and said in surprise, "Sir, how did you come out? Did they let you go?"

In the prison, those two things were discussed everywhere.

It's hard for Andrew Miller not to know.

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "I'll just come out to take a breath, and I'll go back later."

"..." said Andrew Miller, "yesterday, an Italian came to kill me, a fraternity man from Harry Vanderbilt. Did you kill him?"

Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal, just smiled.

Sure enough, Andrew Miller was full of admiration.

This man is too mysterious!

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Which big boss is Harry Vanderbilt? Let me pay my respects."

Andrew Miller looked around.

He pointed to a group of people.

Olive skin typical of the Mediterranean coast, thick black hair, big eyes with long eyelashes, curved nose... Italians are really easy to recognize.

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: "Italians owe lectures, I'll convince them with reasoning, you wait."

Andrew Miller: "…"

During this time, many people were preached to heaven.

Come to think of it, they were preached enough to sit down with Jesus.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar and walked over there.

When he approached, there was commotion and an uproar around him.

"It's the scavenger!"

"Isn't he locked up?"

"The warden wants to put him in the electric chair."

Wherever Zhao Chuanxin passed, the crowd automatically separated in an orderly manner.

Harry Vanderbilt was in prison, still dressed like a dog, a pair of stiff trousers with suspenders, a snow-white shirt on his upper body, a neatly trimmed beard on his lips, and a top hat.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin, his pupils shrank.

Zhao Chuanxin waved at them: "Hi! I'm here for the footpath."

(End of this chapter)