mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 418 Dou Daluo

Kang Youwei was stuck.

He faltered for a long time: "Damn! Let me tell the truth, someone told me that Chen Yigeng is Zhao Chuanxin."

Yang Yuying frowned: "Is this true?"

"It's true."

"Then you pray, pray that you will not die."

"Hmph! He's forcing this old man!"

Ever since Yang Yuying heard that Chen Yigeng might be Zhao Chuanxin, she never cared about it.

But he still asked, "What do you mean?"

Kang Youwei said angrily: "Before, a police detective in New York named Charles Baker said that if something happened to him, let me tell the world that Chen Yigeng is Zhao Chuanxin. Obviously Zhao Chuanxin deliberately concealed his identity, this old man..."

Yang Yuying interrupted him: "Kang Nanhai, don't hurt me, you leave quickly, I'll pretend you haven't been here before. When you leave this door, you can publicize it however you want, but don't take me with you. You know, even with your hands Governor Yuan, who holds military power, dare not offend Zhao Chuanxin!"

Kang Youwei: "..."

He finally left the consulate in a daze.

……

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was "fighting Daluo" with George Bruce McClellan and his secretary.

The secretary asked, "Why did you choose this name?"

Zhao Chuanxin played pair 3 and said, "Because it's the name."

George Bruce McClellan had pair fives.

Zhao Chuanxin miscalculated, originally thought that there was no match outside.

He said: "Oh, I made a wrong card, blame me, I will take it back."

George Bruce McClellan held down the card: "Since you grabbed 'Roosevelt', you can't regret the card."

Zhao Chuanxin cursed: "I can't fucking afford it. It's only a few dollars to win or lose, and I can't even regret the card. Farke, I can't afford 5."

George Bruce McClellan called and hit a straight.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth: "I'm sorry."

Secretary: "Go ahead."

George Bruce McClellan Three Belts One, gone.

Zhao Chuanxin paid the two of them a dollar each.

The secretary took back the money excitedly: "The meal money is back."

Zhao Chuanxin originally thought that he could win back the two people's money, but it turned out to be the opposite. After the two guys learned the rules, they rubbed him on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin has already lost 20 yuan.

His forehead was sweating when he lost.

"Secretary, can you shuffle the cards faster? You're fucking dawdling, you won't cheat?"

The secretary was smoking a cigarette: "Don't play if you can't afford to lose, why are you so impatient?"

It has to be said that the poker table is magical.

Once at the poker table, there is no distinction between friends and foes, father and son.

All are opponents!

"Ahem..." Zhao Chuanxin pawed at the coins and banknotes in front of him, and suddenly took out a handful of rice.

George Bruce McClellan wondered, "What are you doing with rice?"

"Oh, it's nothing, nothing." Zhao Chuanxin was perfunctory, but put the rice on the money.

The secretary sneered and said, "I've been to Chinese casinos. This is their superstitious practice. It is said that taking out a handful of rice at home and playing at the poker table will kill everyone."

George Bruce McClellan shook his head: "Card games are all about strategy. Similar to officialdom, luck and everything else are false."

It has to be said that people like them naturally like to fight, fighting against the sky, the earth and people, Zhao Chuanxin found the wrong opponent.

Just then, the phone rang.

George Bruce McClellan froze for a moment.

I was so involved in the fight that I almost forgot that I was being coerced.

The secretary also reacted, with a slightly unnatural expression on his face.

However, he had no intention of returning the money he won, so he put it in his pocket and held it tightly.

"Hello? Well, I see. You can catch them as soon as possible, and you can issue a reward to speed up the progress."

Hanging up the phone, George Bruce McClellan said: "He was seen going out the back door of the Qing Legation in New York. The police are looking."

"Anyway, the New York police are good at arresting innocent people, and when they catch this kind of fraudster, they will pull their hips." Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips.

It is very appropriate to describe Kang Youwei as a fraudster.

George Bruce McClellan shook his head: "I have roughly read the information. The food truck gang is not a good person, right? They may not be guilty this time, but what about before? Just like the group of blacks, they all have a history of fighting .There is no need to imprison them, and assisting in the investigation of the crime is not at fault.”

"Hehe, what's the point of beating them up by the police?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Chen Yigeng, as the mayor, I can promise you that I will help you find Kang Youwei. Can you let us go?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't answer, took out his pocket watch to check the time.

Thomas W. Lawson only said that he had been asked to delay the issuance of the bonds, but not how long.

He can't just spend all his time here: "Ask you something."

"You said."

"Since you have read the information, you must also know about Xinghui Catering Company? After today, you won't interfere in business, will you?"

George Bruce McClellan said calmly: "No, as long as it's a legitimate business."

"Remember what you said today, otherwise I will come to you again. I have already remembered the location of the mayor's office."

"..." George Bruce McClellan said: "People say that politicians are full of lies, but they are delusional. If promises are not kept, if interests cannot be exchanged, there will be no progress here. I promise you, I will do it If you can't do it, I won't agree."

There is some truth in what he said, but Zhao Chuanxin sneered in his heart, but he would not believe it.

He nodded: "That's good."

George Bruce McClellan suddenly said: "Chen Yigeng, you don't know that the outside is already surrounded by police, right? I'm sure the corridor outside my office is already full of police, and the building must be surrounded by police." No water will leak out. If I were you, I would surrender now, otherwise there will be no escape."

"Believe in science!" Zhao Chuanxin got up and said with a smile, "How can people grow wings?"

As he spoke, he came to the window, turned his back to the window, gradually raised a smile on his face, and floated out of the window.

George Bruce McClellan: "..."

secretary:"……"

Believe in science, why are you anti-physics?

The two hurried to the window and looked up.

I saw Zhao Chuanxin climbing quickly, and the gecko would cry when he saw it, which can be called flying over the eaves and walls. After a while, he reached the roof and disappeared.

The two looked at each other.

"Is this... Eastern magic?"

"magic?"

George Bruce McClellan suddenly remembered Zhao Chuanxin's words, if he couldn't keep his promise, he would come to him again.

As a politician, George Bruce McClellan was used to having a knife hanging over his head.

But at the same time, he was also used to thinking about removing the sword of Damocles above his head all the time.

This is their daily life.

Therefore, he said to the secretary in a deep voice: "Let the police station continue to search for Kang Youwei, and also strengthen the security of the city hall, especially the roof. Hold him back first, and wait until I think of a way to solve this big trouble once and for all!"

The secretary straightened his face: "Understood, sir."

when he was leaving.

George Bruce McClellan suddenly said: "Stop going to casinos in the future, no matter whether it is legal or not. It is an abyss, and you don't want to jump into it. Don't think that Chen Yigeng is addicted to this way. In fact, he just wants to be stable." To live in the hearts of both of us, he played a show with us."

The secretary blushed: "Yes, sir."

……

The shootout that took place in the first precinct made a lot of noise.

On the third day after the incident, major newspapers published the news.

Chen Yigeng has developed the habit of reading newspapers since he found out that his name was published in the newspapers.

Headline in the New York Daily News - King of New York: I had the privilege of witnessing the whole battle, and it was breathtaking.Chen Yigeng is a cold-blooded and professional killer, the police have no enemies under him.He can easily climb the roof, can walk on the rubble as if on the ground.His speed is very fast, usually in the blink of an eye, and he is dead before the police can react...

Edward Townsend was good at writing such articles. He was originally a reporter for the "Sun" and was later recruited by William Randolph Hearst, the boss of the "New York Daily".

It has been out of control ever since.

He portrayed the scene at that time so thoroughly that Chen Yigeng's back felt chills watching it.

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was powerful, but he was still impressed by Zhao Chuanxin's ability to come and go freely among thousands of troops.

After reading it, he was silent for a moment, and said to Situ Meitang: "Mr. Zhao, you are really a strange person. You always told me before, big brother, that a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured. This time I really realized it."

"Hehe, isn't it?" Situ Meitang was very pleased. "Don't act recklessly in the future, think twice before acting."

"Understood." Chen Yigeng frowned: "Boss, the mayor and the police, do you think they will let Mr. Zhao go?"

"What are you thinking? It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a bloody feud. How could he let him go so easily? However, I guess, before the tiger is old and sick, these people will lie dormant and wait for a good opportunity."

……

Zhao Chuanxin left Pearl Street, took a mountain of rice, and rode to the East River to take a cold bath.

Taking a bath in the river this month was very sour. Zhao Chuanxin huddled his body, but his mouth was hard, and he whistled out of tune.

A bath that doesn't whistle is not a proper bath.

There was a lot of traffic on the Williamsburg Bridge.

The sky is cloudy, and the setting sun is shy and timid, and occasionally reveals its majesty.

Zhao Chuanxin cleaned himself first, then threw the warhead in the fortitude suit into the river, soaped it and scrubbed it back and forth five or six times, and there was still a faint red color.

He frowned, looking at the ragged cloth over the Wound of War's leather.

I think this armor needs to be remade, otherwise it will fall apart.

Don't wash it at all, just put it in the bag.

He took out the bristle brush and rubbed vigorously on the surface of the boots.

Even the outer skin of the boots was damaged a lot, which shows how fierce the gun battle was at that time.

But if he exposed a little skin at that time, he might get hurt.

The hail of bullets is no joke.

"Hey, without the devil crystal glasses, I can't be so rambunctious in the future."

Zhao Chuanxin sighed, it's time for the weirdo to come out.

He changed into dry clothes, went ashore, fed Mi Shan some water and heat-clearing and detoxifying radishes, and looked at the Williamsburg Bridge.

Heart said: Abraham Cohen lives nearby, at this time, he should be off work, just to check the progress...

(End of this chapter)