mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 502

But the words have been exported, and it is hard to take back the water.

He could only kneel in the corner, restless, watching the people in the room chattering and laughing nervously.

No one cares about the poor and helpless Hua Gong in the corner.

Those flamboyant women would walk away with a look of disgust when they passed by, as if they would stain their skirts if they touched them.

Chen Tao is desperate...

MC Keith ignored him and started chatting and laughing with a few people.

Little Japanese Takahashi Akira said: "It's already the twentieth century, but the Chinese still don't think about making progress, and they still wear ridiculous whips. It's really funny. They have a kind of slavishness, which can never be shaken off."

MC Keith sneered: "This is a bunch of dirty people, their hairstyles represent evil, and they deserve to be beaten."

Akira Takahashi nodded approvingly.

The topic started from this, and gradually extended to the international situation.

MC Keith said arrogantly: "We in the United States do not engage in colonialism. I think you Japanese want to learn from European countries. I heard that your Meiji Restoration made the country rich by exploiting farmers?"

A flash of anger flashed in Takahashi's eyes, but he didn't attack it. Instead, he smiled: "Since we want to learn from Western civilization in an all-round way, the methods are naturally more intense, and shortcomings are inevitable."

The meaning inside and outside the words is that I learned everything from you, let alone the second brother.

Gao Qiaoming also looked at Chen Tao specifically, meaning that you are more ruthless than exploitation.

Although Japan learns from the West, the way of speaking still has the restrained characteristics of the East, and the words are not explicit.

MC Keith understood what he meant, and he was more straightforward: "Hehe, the United States has never bullied white farmers. As for him?"

MC Keith pointed to Chen Tao, who was kneeling in the corner with a bloody head: "He is not a human being, in my eyes, he is no different from my working beast."

Chen Tao heard everything, but his face was numb.

An inexplicable smell lingers in my heart.

depressed?angry?
Hehe, does that work?
Did he ask himself qualified?
People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Akira Takahashi said with a smile: "Then, Mr. Keith, what we are doing in Northeast Asia is no different from what you are doing. Our company is outside the customs of the Qing Dynasty, and we also have industries. We are transferring domestic conflicts to the outside. At present, Japanese farmers are just in labor pain."

Chen Tao was still numb after hearing this.

As if the things they said had nothing to do with him.

What Qing Dynasty, what outside the customs?
As long as you let him go this time, it doesn't matter if you let him bark like a dog.

dignity?

What is that worth?
MC Keith was about to speak.

Zhang Shangzhi was brought.

If Zhao Chuanxin was here, he would definitely recognize that Zhang Shangzhi was the Chinese laborer who knew Spanish and worked by the canal during the day.

He was dressed in bunts, and his body was as disheveled as Chen Tao who was kneeling in the corner, so dirty that it was hard to see.

After all, it was raining like a torrential rain today.

Zhang Shangzhi also had fear on his face. He saw Chen Tao in the corner that was out of place for the banquet at first glance, and immediately understood that his arrest had something to do with Chen Tao.

He said angrily, "Chen Tao, what have you done?"

Chen Tao buried his head deeply in silence, not daring to look at his friend.

Huertas sternly asked: "You, tell me, who is the culprit who caused trouble in the canal today?"

Zhang Shangzhi's heart trembled, it turned out to be this matter?

He hurriedly said, "I don't know."

Uertas remembered what MC Keith had done before, looked left and right, pulled out the command knife on the wall, and walked towards Zhang Shangzhi.

Zhang Shangzhi almost sang "Cool" for himself.

American devils are all about discrimination, and ordinary people in Panama are friendly, but they don't know how to kill people.

But the top people in Panama are very cruel, especially the soldiers.

Zhang Shangzhi was well aware of the cruelty of these people, and was terrified like a sifter.

Uertas took the command knife and put the tip of the knife on Zhang Shangzhi's shoulder: "Let me ask you again, do you know who the culprit who made trouble during the day is?"

Zhang Shangzhi's cheeks were crossed, his eyes were firm: "I don't know."

laugh……

The command knife in Uertas' hand was sent forward and pierced Zhang Shangzhi's shoulder.

Zhang Shangzhi wailed.

A white woman with heavy make-up said displeasedly: "I have to do business, you take these dirty animals to another room, please don't stay here? It's like a slaughterhouse."

This woman was brought by William Emery, and Huertas had to give her a little favor, so he didn't bother with her.

He drew out his command knife and asked his subordinates to lead Zhang Shangzhi to the entrance of the banquet hall so as to avoid the main venue of the banquet.

He asked again: "Do you know?"

Zhang Shangzhi still shook his head: "I don't know! I don't know if you killed me."

Although he was stubborn, he was thinking in his heart: Zhao Chuanxin will show up soon, Zhao Chuanxin will appear soon, Zhao Chuanxin, help me...

It is said that Zhao Chuanxin is a mage and knows spells, so he must be able to hear it?

Well, it must be so...

I hope Zhao Chuanxin can show his holiness!

……

Zhao Chuanxin took Claris to the gate not far from the Uertas mansion, hiding in secret to observe.

Claris pointed to the guard at the door and said, "Look, let me tell you, there are many guards here, and you still don't listen."

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, and she didn't suppress it deliberately, because it was still raining at this time.

The sound of rain completely drowned her voice.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the ecstasy lamp: "It's okay, we will enter through the gate."

"..."

Claris had never seen such a stubborn person.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her and muttered something, a gray mist escaped from the ecstasy lamp and quickly swept towards the gate.

Originally, it was raining and smoky, and with the fog, the visibility suddenly fell below two meters.

The guard at the gate exclaimed a few times, but made no big moves.

After all, fogging is a natural phenomenon. At most, today's fog is a bit thicker, which surprised them.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Claris: "Okay, Pippi Shrimp, let's go."

"What? What is Pipi shrimp?"

Claris couldn't see the road clearly, so he dragged Zhao Chuanxin by the corner of his clothes, relying on him to lead him forward.

When he came to the gate, Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife and pointed it at a person's forehead two meters away.

The man collapsed as usual, and was sent away without even feeling much pain.

In the same way, Zhao Chuanxin saved six people in a row.

During this period, there was no sound at all.

But Claris walked up to the body, shocked.

She couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Is the fog poisonous?"

She thought that these guards were all poisoned to death, otherwise how could they fall to the ground without saying a word?
Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: "Shh."

He took out the paper airplane and sent it out with a sigh of relief.

Claris was stunned: "At this time, are you still playing child's tricks?"

Seeing that she couldn't keep her mouth shut, Zhao Chuanxin turned around, stretched out his hand, and pinched her pimple viciously.

As a result, Claris made a cat-like meow...

Zhao Chuanxin blocked her mouth: "Speak again, see if I don't mess with you!"

Clarice nodded sharply...

Damn, how dare you?

Zhao Chuanxin took her inside.

Wherever you go, where the fog spreads.

There was no danger all the way.

Because the fog was too thick, Claris asked in a mosquito-sized voice: "I'm not talking nonsense, I want to ask, where have we gone? The fog is too thick, I'm lost."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the map, nodded and said: "Here, further ahead is the hall, we can't get around it."

Claris nodded: "Cross the hall to the drying room, but the place where Huertas held the banquet must be in front, and there must be someone guarding the door. If nothing else, there must be people from not only Huertas, but also the commander of the US military stationed in Panama, William Emory. What should I do?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "It can only be blamed that these people's horoscopes are not hard enough."

As for why, Claris will understand when he gets to the place.

At the door of the banquet hall, the fog caught the attention of the guards.

"Huh? Is there a fire somewhere?"

"Don't disturb the commander, it's obviously water vapor, it's fog."

"How did the fog get into the house?"

"Who knows, Panama is a place full of miasma and virgin forests. I've had enough of it. I'll go back to Oklahoma as soon as I'm discharged from the army. It doesn't even rain there."

Regardless of whether Zhao Chuanxin is innocent or not, everyone in the Marine Corps should die.

He stretched out his index finger and put it on his mouth, signaling Claris not to speak.

He nodded again, signaling Claris to wait here.

After speaking, he tiptoed towards several guards.

The paper airplane had already told Zhao Chuanxin how many people were in front of him through the vibration of the smart gyroscope.

There were two white American Marines, four Latin American guards from Uertas, a bodyguard in a suit on a hot day, and a Japanese.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that it was really complicated.

He walked to the side of the Latin American guard first, and pointed the elf carving knife towards the other's forehead.

The elf carving knife turned into a thin thread and stirred in the opponent's head, and the guard instantly settled it.

Zhao Chuanxin stood on tiptoe and quickly stepped forward, supported the corpse, and gently placed it on the ground, followed by the second person.

He quietly pointed in the mist, and when he pointed to an American, another marine soldier had just finished speaking, and he couldn't hear his companion's answer.

So he asked, "Jack, are you fucking talking? Am I right?"

They couldn't see it, but Zhao Chuanxin, who was holding a ecstasy lamp, could see it clearly.

He said cheerfully, "You are right in everything you say."

When the marines heard it, no, it was not Jack's voice.

Just about to speak, suddenly there was a dull pain in the forehead, the body softened, and he lost consciousness.

Zhao Chuanxin helped his body down as well, and cleared out the guards at the entrance of the banquet hall.

He turned back and found the bewildered Claris.

To be honest, this concentration of fog made Claris uneasy.

There was no sound in front, and no shadow of Zhao Chuanxin could be seen.

She was afraid that other people's faces would suddenly appear in the mist, and the more she thought about it, the more terrifying she became.

So exciting.

Seeing that the thick fog was rolling, and the exposed face was Zhao Chuanxin, she was relieved and hugged Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin whispered: "Let go, what's the point of dragging?"

Clarice: "..."

The two walked forward again.

Seeing that there were corpses all over the ground, Claris suddenly felt strange that there was no trace of blood flowing out.

It's just a faint stench of incontinence, which makes people sick.

Originally, the two of them were going straight to the drying room to withdraw money.

But when he reached the gate, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stopped.

Because he heard the conversation inside the door.

"You humble and filthy Chinese bastard, do you really think that I dare not kill you? I advise you to tell who the murderer is as soon as possible. This will anger me and kill all the Chinese workers on the canal. You are all pigs anyway..."

"I don't know what you want me to say? You killed all the Chinese workers, who will dig the canal for you?"

Zhao Chuanxin's face flushed red, and a surge of anger surged...

(End of this chapter)