The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Chapter 477 Nikola Tesla, my name is Zhao Chuanxin

Huh? Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: This is strange. Since there is no injustice or enmity, on May 26 this year, a white man murdered a Chinese girl, but you helped him collect perjury, and the joint judge let him off the hook? In July On the 7th, you intimidated a congressman who proposed racial equality and made him afraid to return home? In August, you also dressed in black and wore a black mask and beat a black man to death?

Danielson's face froze.

None of these incidents left any evidence of guilt, but they are too numerous to describe and all the crimes really happened.

Counting forward, there are more.

Abraham Cohen and the Smith brothers have indeed become a phenomenon. If the food truck gang is twisted into a rope, they can run rampant among the gangs in New York. In addition, they send money to the police station like money-giving boys, and they have investigated the Nordic Knights of Order. Bottom fell off.

Danielson said sternly: Do you have evidence? If there is no evidence, don't talk nonsense. Even if there is evidence of guilt, the court will decide it.

Haha. Zhao Chuanxin smiled: I, Zhao Chuanxin, have done good deeds to fight criminals. Do I need evidence?

I blanched... it turned out to be Zhao Chuanxin.

Danielson's face was green and red, and his eyes were wandering. There was a church nearby, and there was no place to call for help. If they escape, can they outrun the Butcher of the Far East?

Only not far away, the thin old man stared here intently.

Danielson thought to himself: If the old man was taken as a hostage, would Zhao Chuanxin use a trap?

Obviously, this probability is very low.

For a guy who kills people without blinking an eye, would he care about the life or death of a strange old man?

Danielson gritted his teeth and said, Fight him.

Zhao Chuanxin put on a skull mask, and without using a gun, he condensed lightning chains in his palms and charged towards the crowd.

There were three other people holding guns on the opposite side, and they fired almost at the same time, but the rate of fire was only enough to last them one round.

Although he was wearing resolute armor, Zhao Chuanxin dodged them one by one.

Thunder moves three thousand!

Zhao Chuanxin waved the lightning chain, crackling, and five lightning whips!

The lightning chain penetrated the team, and Zhao Chuanxin backhanded the Phoenix Xuan Ring, blasting away the attackers from the side.

He took out the Redemption Scepter, took out the Elf Carving Knife, and made a whirlwind slash.

Danielson held the wheel, and the muzzle of the gun drifted left and right, becoming more and more nervous as he aimed.

boom!

Get out of the way.

boom!

Hit one of your own...

Snap...

The plane is empty.

Danielson tremblingly threw out the wheel, took out the bullet, and loaded it with difficulty.

After loading the bullets, he looked up and saw that all of his people were dead.

Zhao Chuanxin raised one palm and shook it, and the whip of judgment rotated in circles with the single palm as the central axis.

Zhao Chuanxin swung it ahead and let go of the whip of judgment.

A song The Hanging Music was given to Danielson.

At the end of the day, Danielson was tied up in chains and shackles.

The whistle suddenly became sharper, and Danielson felt a pain in his body.

The barbs popped out of the Whip of Judgment, pierced his skin, and began to suck blood.

Perhaps the amount of blood sucked by the Whip of Judgment was limited, but the effect of inhibiting thrombin caused his countless small wounds to bleed.

Zhao Chuanxin held the elf carving knife and wandered around a circle of people who had fallen to the ground. When he saw those who were still breathing, he used his famous stunt - a little red.

After finishing the last hit, I looked back at Danielson. He had fallen to the ground and was twitching. He was in shock due to excessive blood loss.

Zhao Chuanxin whistled, and the whip of judgment twisted like a snake.

The colder weather has an impact on it to some extent. It is full of blood and revitalized.

The whip of judgment bounced back to Zhao Chuanxin's hand and he put it away.

Suddenly I felt something and looked back.

Sitting on the bench was a dry old man with a thin body, a weird hairstyle, parted in the middle, flat on both sides, and an extremely pale complexion.

While comforting the pigeon who was frightened by the gunfire, he stared directly at Zhao Chuanxin.

The moment he saw this person, a person suddenly appeared in Zhao Chuanxin's mind - a weirdo.

Even though he only interacted with weirdos through words, Zhao Chuanxin somehow felt that this is what a weirdo should look like.

This surprised Zhao Chuanxin.

Have everyone in the Codex of the Old Gods jumped to reality?

He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and asked tentatively: Weird?

The old man frowned in confusion and immediately asked him: How did you release the lightning? Is it the device on your wrist? No, such a small device can have such a large energy storage?

The old man put Zhao Chuanxin aside and fell into deep thought.

Zhao Chuanxin felt more and more that this person was a weirdo.

I thought of my apprentice Benjamin again. Perhaps Benjamin also had this same virtue when he got old.

He couldn't help but ask again: Weird?

The old man ignored it.

wack?

The old man's eyes refocused on Zhao Chuanxin, specifically on his Thor's Hammer.

The old man stretched out his hand: Bring it to me and see...

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that Thor's Hammer was the work of a weirdo, so this person couldn't be a weirdo.

He slapped the old man's withered hand away: Don't touch it, or I'll break your arm.

Unexpectedly, the old man turned a deaf ear and stretched out his hand again: Show me.

Look at it, look at it?

show me.

This was the first time that Zhao Chuanxin met such a stubborn person in front of him.

The old man posed no threat to him.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

interesting.

His image and temperament are similar to those of a weirdo, making him feel inexplicably friendly.

He asked: Old man, what's your name?

Nikola Tesla!

The smile on Zhao Chuanxin's face solidified...

He pressed his nose and said, You can watch it if you want, but this thing will electrocute you.

Nikola Tesla stared: I let millions of volts of high-frequency voltage flow through my body, and I am still alive and well. Quick, show me.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, and actually took off Thor's hammer and handed it to him.

The old man took it, and when Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was about to press the button, he couldn't help but remind him: Be careful...

At the same time, he hurriedly hid aside.

Mjolnir began to gather lightning.

Nikola Tesla's eyes were bright and bright, not as cloudy as a fifty-year-old man's.

When the electric light condensed to the size of a fist, he controlled it and fired it out.

Finally, the energy of the electric ball is exhausted and dissipated in the air.

Nikola Tesla put Mjolnir on his wrist and played with the shape of the lightning like a doughnut.

Much more imaginative than Zhao Chuanxian.

Zhao Chuanxin was very unhappy. It felt like he had a game console when he was a child. He took it out to show off, but his friends played ten times better than him.

He couldn't help but said: Give it back to me.

Nikola Tesla looked up: Sell it to me.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him sideways: How much money can you offer?

I... Nikola Tesla was stuck: I can owe you ten thousand dollars first.

Is Nikola Tesla so short of money?

Zhao Chuanxian didn't know much about this person.

But want to buy Quake for $10,000?

Are you thinking too much?

This energy storage technology is probably considered top-notch technology in the 21st century.

He sneered and said: Old man, I can only say that even if you owe me credit, you will be lonely. If you owe 10 million on credit, there is still a slight possibility. If you owe 100 million on credit, maybe I will consider it.

Nikola Tesla had a bad temper, and he was displeased: Even though this thing is very sophisticated, it is not worth ten million. I have already created ball lightning, and I even created a voltage of 100 million volts. I know more than God, and the lightning he makes does not have as much voltage as mine.”

... I blushed, and Zhao Chuanxin was stunned. If he hadn't been so talkative, then this old man would be really awesome. I remember correctly, it seems that future generations are still trapped in a voltage of 5 million volts and cannot break through.

The voltage of natural lightning is generally between 2 million and 3 million volts.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed dryly, as if he couldn't control him.

He rolled his eyes and said, But you know nothing about energy storage. You see, my small device can release such powerful lightning. This is something you will never be able to do.

I'm not curious about it. Nikola Tesla dismissed it: I prefer the method of obtaining energy from nature. It's just that people are short-sighted now and don't understand the benefits. Obviously you are too.

Nonsense. Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied: You said you know more than God. God, Sakyamuni, Sun God Ra, Brahma, Lao Tzu, etc. are all my senior brothers, do you know? I My magic power is deeper than theirs, my vision is far-sighted, I am the supreme melee mage in the world - Zhao Chuanxin!

Even for a man as violent and proud as Nikola Tesla, he was a little confused after hearing Zhao Chuanxin's bragging: Zhao Chuanxin? This name sounds familiar.

You should be familiar with it. Old God Zhao Chuanxin said: Recently, there are always some small humans who want to kill gods, and I have to teach them how to behave.

In the end, Nikola Tesla did not remember who Zhao Chuanxian was.

He said calmly: Even though you have said a lot and are powerful enough as a human being, I still think there is no difference between you and people like J.P. Morgan.

Zhao Chuanxin felt insulted: Who should I be with? If you compare me to old Morgan, is he worthy?

...

Although Nikola Tesla is out of tune with the times, he is still alive and eating fireworks after all.

J.P. Morgan is the top billionaire in the United States.

But it seemed that the person in front of him didn't take the old guy seriously at all.

Nikola Tesla frowned and asked: Are you also rich?

Not much.

Nicholas showed an expression that was indeed true.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: It probably only allows me to do whatever I want.

... Nikola Tesla suddenly said: Why don't you invest in me? I have several projects...

Before he finished speaking, the police came.

After all, a gunshot was fired, and there was more than just a gunshot. Someone called the police.

The aggressive police arrived at the park and saw Zhao Chuanxin.

Their momentum paused: Zhao, Zhao, Mr. Zhao... why is it you again?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand impatiently: Stop talking nonsense and collect the body!

It’s hard to say that Nikola Tesla, an eccentric old man, wasn’t a little shocked.

He may not be afraid of witnessing death, but he is still a little surprised that after killing a person, he can make the police cower like a snake and scorpion, and can direct the police to collect the body.

Who are you? he couldn't help but ask.

I said my name is—Zhao Chuanxin!