The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

East Houston Street, 10th inning.

The policemen in the police station suddenly heard the sound of horses.

They turned around in surprise and found a tall horse running into the police station. It was particularly majestic and strong, like a draft horse.

On the horse, an equally tall and muscular man sat.

Not to mention anything else, that skull mask is familiar to all New York police officers.

Chen Yigeng!

Zhao Chuanxin: Grandpa is here!

...

There was such silence in the police station that you could hear a pin drop.

All the police officers had their hands on their holsters, but no one dared to act rashly.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the Winchester M1897 and glanced at the whole audience: Gentlemen, you have two ways to go today. First, let go of the people from the dining truck gang. Second, I will wash out the tenth inning with blood.

No one answered.

The sound of leather shoes sounded, and the Chief of the New York City Police Department's 10th Precinct, Charles G. Meyers, sensed something was wrong and walked out.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin standing upright, his body froze.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him: Let him go, or will blood flow like a river?

Charles G. Meyers said angrily: You lunatic, cold-blooded bastard, shoot him to death...

boom……

Zhao Chuanxin fired the Winchester M1897.

Charles G. Meyers flew upside down.

The chest was bloody and bloody.

Some people drew their guns, while others stood still.

But still no one dared to shoot.

It is said that Chen Yigeng is invulnerable.

Seeing how cowardly they were, Zhao Chuanxin sneered: All 35 police stations in New York have disarmed, and not a single one of them is a man!

Let him go, or wash out the tenth inning with blood?

The deputy director's voice trembled: Let him go!

Several Jews were imprisoned here.

After they were released, they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

I blanch...

These people were confused.

This was the first time I saw someone brave enough to break into the police station and demand someone single-handedly.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed the Winchester M1897 in a circle: I don't care how much you want him, but from today on, I will walk on the street blatantly. If any policeman dares to stop me, I will kill the police station where he belongs. !”

After saying that, he turned the horse's head.

Even if his back was exposed to them, no one dared to shoot.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and added: What kind of Imperial Constitutional Council? You can collect the money. If I can spend it until the end of the rainy season, I will lose!

A group of Jews looked at Zhao Chuanxin with fanatical eyes.

After going out, someone asked: Boss, let's go with you to save the other brothers.

Don't be afraid of being broken into pieces. You must keep your innocence in this world. You are just joining in the fun. Go find Abraham to work and make money.

...

The most arrogant person is Zhang San, an outsider.

When a group of people chatter, their nature changes.

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the first branch.

The police here had already received the news and not only recalled all the people on the streets, but also dispatched more than 50 police officers from the third and fifth precincts.

There are six to seven hundred police officers here.

When Zhao Chuanxin's men and horses appeared nearby, someone shouted with a loudspeaker: Chen Yigeng, put down your weapons and surrender immediately...

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

I didn't expect so many people to show up.

Normally, most of the police officers in the police station would patrol the streets, and there would not be too many people left behind.

He dismounted and patted Mishan's neck: Run away and listen to my whistle later.

Hey hey...

Mishan ran away knowingly.

Zhao Chuanxin took a running start and jumped five meters high, reaching the roof of the coffee shop.

The First Precinct is so heavily armed for two reasons.

First, Zhao Chuanxin had just defeated the director of the 10th bureau, and the director of the 1st bureau was scared.

Second, the municipal building is not far behind them.

Zhao Chuanxin originally wanted to go to the White House to meet Da Luo.

Now without the devil crystal glasses, he definitely wouldn't go there, but bravely venturing into the New York City Government Building is quite attractive.

But today’s story is not here.

He went up to the roof of the coffee shop, took advantage of the commanding heights, and took out the Mosin Nagant to take aim.

boom!

Not surprisingly, nothing was hit.

Every time at this time, Zhao Chuanxin felt angry.

The corners of his mouth were blistered.

Sixty to seventy percent of the ten successes were lost.

He was forced to develop from a long-range mage to a melee mage.

Seeing that the distance was too far to be effective, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and ran towards the first branch on the roof.

As a result, the police who were waiting there lost track of him.

Where are the people?

I didn't see it.

Be careful.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly fell from the sky.

boom!

The two policemen were beaten backwards.

Click, boom!

Bang, bang, bang...

The sound of shotguns, revolvers, and rifles rang out, and the melee officially began.

Farke, where did he come from?

Quick, beat him to death!

Melee mage Zhao Chuanxin jumped directly into the bunker, circled and fired.

After clearing the Winchester M1897, he was hit by a barrage of bullets and covered his eyes with his arms, making it almost impossible to fight back.

Fuck you!

Zhao Chuanxin blocked his face, rushed towards a policeman, knocked him away, and rolled to the ground.

He grabbed the policeman on the ground and put his body in front of him. Only then did he have time to load the horse card with his gun and move forward to shoot at the side of the policeman's body.

In the French Baroque-style Dartmouth Building, countless white-collar workers witnessed the shootout at the First Precinct of New York City.

The Dartmouth Building is less than 500 meters away from the First Precinct. People with good eyesight can see clearly.

A man rushed into a circle surrounded by hundreds of police officers and then retreated into the police station with a corpse on his back, chasing a group of police officers.

Oh, Shet! Am I blind?

No, you read that right, there is indeed someone attacking the police station.

Hundreds of police officers moved around and fired back.

The bullets of the Madsen machine gun could not be replenished. Maxim had bullets but could not set them up in the fire. Zhao Chuanxin's biggest killer weapons were the Winchester M1897 and the Ares M1907.

There is only one magazine for the God of War M1907, and he plans to save it for critical moments.

It was inconvenient to use the Winchester M1897 to push the body forward with one hand, so I had to use a horse pusher.

He now wanted to force all the police officers into the police station, but there were too many of them. Perhaps the numerical advantage gave them confidence. After leaving more than ten corpses behind, only a handful of them retreated.

After Zhao Chuanxin emptied five magazines, he shouted loudly and charged forward with the rotting corpse in both hands.

The white-collar workers in Dartmouth Tower exclaimed at the same time.

The condescending perspective made them enjoy watching.

Who has ever seen a scene where one person charges hundreds of people?

Zhao Chuanxin, relying on his momentum, broke into the police team for the second time, drew out the elf carving knife and slashed left and right.

The elf carving knife, which could extend to two meters long, slashed through it, shattering people and guns.

The rainwater on the ground turned red and flowed slowly.

Even though the shock-absorbing effect of the Resolute Armor was excellent, after being shot too many times, there was still a lot of strength that could not be relieved. First, when he raised his left arm to block the door, he began to feel numb, and his elbow began to ache.

The police team became chaotic.

Because the crowd was so dense, many people shot and accidentally injured their own people.

There were broken limbs and remains everywhere, as if I had returned to a hellish ancient battlefield.

Finally, someone was frightened by Zhao Chuanxin's unique weapon and shouted: Retreat to the police station!

Fake, the policeman was actually killed by that man and retreated to the police station.

It's so miserable, there are corpses all over the ground!

I'm boiling it, look, even the ground is red!

Zhao Chuanxin killed him so much that his own eyes were red, and his whole body was covered in blood, like a madman.

The last policeman who entered the police station happened to look back and stared into Zhao Chuanxin's blood-red eyes, and he suddenly felt like he was dead.

Zhao Chuanxin saw them all returning to the police station and the door was closed.

He chuckled, then retreated, found a position, and set up Maxim.

Inside the police station.

What is he doing?

I don't know, I can't see clearly.

Everyone go to the windows and use the walls as cover to shoot.

Call other branches for help!

Just saying.

Tata Tata...

Doors and windows were torn apart in an instant, and the exterior walls of the First Precinct seemed to be peeling off quickly as time accelerated.

Farke!

It's a heavy machine gun!

A group of policemen were stunned.

In urban street fighting, what kind of Maxim are you playing?

Someone who peeked out of the window to observe had his eyeballs blown out by a 7.92-caliber Mauser round.

The hundred-round canvas belt was successfully emptied, and Zhao Chuanxin suspended his firepower.

He listened carefully, but there was no movement in the police station.

The lack of movement meant they were all hiding, so there was no point in continuing to fire.

Without the see-through function, he couldn't see what was going on inside, so he lit a cigarette and lay down on the muddy ground to rest.

Anyway, his body was covered in blood.

Suddenly, the door of the police station opened a crack, and someone came out shivering, holding a piece of white cloth with a mop.

Chen Yigeng, don't fire, I'm here to negotiate.

Inside the Dartmouth Building.

Damn it, Faker, look, everyone, New York City's First Precinct actually raised the white flag and surrendered...

What?

Everyone looked down in disbelief.

This may be the first and last time in history that the NYPD raises the white flag.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled over on his stomach, raised his eyes, and replied lazily: What are you talking about?

We decided to let him go.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: Isn't it right to let them go? Originally, those people didn't break the law. It was you who collected illegal money.

We let him go, can you leave?

cannot!

Why? The person over there sounded angry.

He felt somewhat shameless.

Do you really think you can cover the sky with just one hand?

When the rescue team comes and makes dumplings for you, can you still be arrogant?

Can you beat the tens of thousands of police officers in New York?

Even if 10,000 pigs are killed, they must be chopped until they are weak.

Zhao Chuanxin said indifferently: It's just like you collecting money to arrest innocent people, just for fun.

In fact, he still had something for them to do, but it wasn't time yet.

you……

Zhao Chuanxin fired a shot into the sky.

boom.

The man shrunk his neck and quickly retreated.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin saw a large team of police arriving in the distance.

He bared his teeth and smiled.

The turtle with the shrunken head cannot be beaten, but the turtle with the exposed head never escapes.

Maxim also confiscated it here, and he set up another one in the opposite direction.

Tata Tata...

The police who had just arrived for rescue immediately ran away.

After they received a call for help, they learned that there was only one enemy.

Now it seems that this person is playing a trick of surrounding the spot and calling for reinforcements.

Is it okay to gather around the place alone to call for support?