The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

This is the first person to die in the carriage.

This man was beaten to death.

The cuffs of Zhao Chuanxin's Egyptian cotton shirt were stained with blood. When he saw that the slapped woman had a clean handkerchief, he stretched out his arm.

Seeing the woman trembling with fear, Zhao Chuanxin frowned: What? My bloody shirt is not worthy of your evening dress?

The woman stood up shaking, took Zhao Chuanxin's arm, and pressed her chest tightly against Zhao Chuanxin's arm.

The male companion next to her didn't even dare to get angry at this time, he just lowered his head and pretended to be a grandson.

Zhao Chuanxin: ...

He said speechlessly: I asked you to clean the fucking blood, why are you holding my arm?

Ah... The woman suddenly understood, and hurriedly let go of him with a sad face, and wiped his cuffs.

The journey was long and the train was slow. Zhao Chuanxin waited for a long time while everyone finished reading the newspaper.

He jumped on the small table and looked down at the audience: Have you finished reading it? What do you think after reading it?

What do you think?

The foreigners present didn't have any thoughts, and most of them thought it was normal.

In their country, this is basically how “migrants” are treated.

So they were all silent.

Zhao Chuanxin cocked the hammer and shot the man who was knocked down in the head.

boom!

Even Bayar's forehead trembled, let alone others?

How do you feel now?

There was silence just now, but this time it was frightened, and still no one spoke.

Zhao Chuanxin cocked the hammer again, bang!

Before those present could speak, the remaining people who fell to the ground scrambled to speak: I have feelings, I have feelings...

Say. Zhao Chuanxin flipped the Dragon Capturing Ring, and a cigar box placed on a passenger's lap was sucked towards him.

He hadn't smoked this thing for a long time, so he immediately took out one and lit it.

Sir, I, I think those police officers are wrong...

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, bang!

The sound stopped suddenly.

This makes the remaining few people say it is not true, and it is impossible not to say it.

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a puff of cigar smoke: The answer is wrong. What do you mean they are wrong? This is too frivolous. It is clear that they deserve to die. All Chicago police officers deserve to die!

A person on the ground nodded quickly: Yes, yes, the Chicago police deserve to die. How dare they treat the Chinese like this? They don't deserve it, these beasts...

Zhao Chuanxin immediately jumped down, helped the man up, took the woman's handkerchief, wiped the blood on the man's face randomly twice, and kindly gave him a cigar: You are a very good man. You deserve to live a good future.

The man showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and the cigar in his mouth kept shaking.

Another person on the ground quickly echoed: Sir, I also think the Chicago police deserve to die, they are all beasts...

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, bang!

The sole survivor's crotch was wet and smelly.

Scared to the point of peeing.

Everyone was shocked: Why should I die even if I just follow the instructions?

Zhao Chuanxin spat: Bah, you're a piece of shit, you pick up people's teeth, there's nothing new at all.

Car passenger: ...

You never know what this outlaw is thinking in the next second, and you never know which words will lead to death.

This man has no mercy.

They don't even know what Zhao Chuanxin wants to do even now, although they vaguely feel that it is related to that report.

Zhao Chuanxin's moodiness put tremendous pressure on them.

A passenger collapsed and cried in his arms: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Please let us go, I just want to go home now...

boom!

Zhao Chuanxin blew the barrel of the gun: Go home? How dare you think about it. I can't even go home, so why do you?

At this time, half of the people in the carriage began to collapse.

Zhao Chuanxin asked loudly: Are there any reporters present?

No one takes the lead because the probability of death of the lead bird is too high.

Zhao Chuanxin slowly opened the hammer with his thumb: Ask me for the last time, are there any reporters?

A foreigner stood up tremblingly, his legs as weak as noodles: Sir, I am a reporter, please don't kill me.

Zhao Chuanxin listened to his London accent: The Times?

Yes sir, you are so smart, you are a genius, you...

boom!

The shot missed him, but his companion next to him suffered.

Zhao Chuanxin said viciously: Nao Nao, I asked you what to say, but I hit you wrong. I originally wanted to hit you.

The reporter couldn't support his body with his legs, so he sat down in his seat in fear.

The person in front of him suffered a great mental stimulation, suffered an epileptic fit, fell to the ground, foamed and convulsed.

When someone wanted to help, Zhao Chuanxin shouted: Let him smoke. If he dies, it will be mine.

...

Then Zhao Chuanxin told reporters: Hurry up and take out the pen and paper and record everything that happens here. I want you British and Americans to know what you experienced in the East. Do you understand what I mean?

The reporter's mouth was wandering so much that it was harder to suppress than the Colt SAA in Zhao Chuanxin's hand. He reluctantly nodded in affirmation.

Not only that, take out the camera, take some more material and send it to the newspaper, but don't take pictures of me. Remember, the tone of the report should be tragic and indignant, so that the readers' hearts will explode after reading it. Haha, I'm so looking forward to it, it's in Pandora's box , after all, there is more hope.”

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to exchange lives for lives. He was looking forward to the reactions of European and American countries after seeing this report.

Yes, sir. The reporter hurriedly agreed.

At this time, the epileptic foreigner on the ground choked himself with excessive saliva. He coughed uncontrollably, and then his face turned red and purple due to suffocation.

Everyone watched with concern. The reporter set up a camera and took pictures of the epileptic patients.

Until that person was suffocated to death by himself.

At this time, the train slowly stopped in Zunhua Prefecture.

Someone in the carriage raised his hand: Sir, I'll get off at this stop.

When other people heard this, they were shocked. Why am I not as smart as him?

We've arrived at the station, we have to get off, right?

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: Take the ticket and take a look.

The foreigner hesitated, but did not dare to disobey in Zhao Chuanxin's indifferent eyes, and finally had to reluctantly take out the ticket.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and saw that Tianjin Guards had arrived in Fengtian.

The Miao knife is unsheathed, pushed out and retracted, simply and neatly.

The man fell backwards, with tears around his left eye socket.

The knife entered from the eye socket, came out from the back of the head, and was quickly withdrawn.

The human eye socket is cone-shaped, with the base facing forward and the tip facing backward, with a maximum diameter of 40-50mm.

The blade of the Miao knife is wide and can reach this caliber.

But it requires superb knife skills and precision to hit the heart with one strike.

The passengers here were numb with despair.

Just at this time, new passengers got on the train, a little old man with some big bags under his eyes, and a tightly entangled British man in a suit got into the first-class carriage.

Mr. Zhou, you have to understand that if the Luanzhou Coal Mine and our Kaiping Coal Mine are fighting, one of them will be injured. The British said in relatively fluent Chinese.

When you deceived the Kaiping Coal Mine, did you ever think of today? the little old man turned around and said angrily.

Mr. Zhou, how about this. The British man smiled awkwardly: Our company can use a sum of funds to support Mr. Zhou's living expenses...

The test of veteran cadres has begun.

The little old man became even more angry, his face as black as the bottom of a pot: My father once served as the governor of Jiangsu and Guangxi. He was an upright official. He warned us since we were young - a wise man's wealth will harm his ambition, and a fool's wealth will benefit his fault. You foreigner You actually want to bribe me, but you don’t even bother to find out who I, Zhou Xuexi, am!

Seeing Zhou Xuexi's lack of oil and salt, the British were a little annoyed: In that case, Mr. Zhou, be careful with your Luanzhou coal mine, or you may not be able to open it!

Gadra, do you dare to threaten me?

I'm not threatening Mr. Zhou, I'm just reminding Mr. Zhou that this world is not peaceful. Gadra said with a sinister smile.

Zhou Xuexi was about to say something when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because there was absolutely no sound in this carriage, it was eerily quiet.

The same was true for Gadra. She could still smell a faint smell of blood mixed with the smell of urine in her nose.

The two of them were so engrossed in the argument that they had just argued that they didn't notice this.

Now that he had reacted, he looked up in unison.

Then he discovered corpses strewn about on the ground, and a stream of bright red blood.

Gadra, who had just threatened Zhou Xuexi, couldn't help but take a step back, but a bloody footprint was left under her feet, which was the result of stepping on blood.

The other passengers looked pale and stared at the two people with dumbfounded eyes.

Xin said, the nerves between these two are really thick, and they will have to have a fight before going to hell.

At this time, Zhou Xuexi saw a tall man wearing a shirt, grinning at him, his white teeth in sharp contrast with his dark beard.

The man said: Your father is Zhou Fu, right? Your father and I had dinner together on Hong Kong Island. We two brothers hit it off immediately. You can call me uncle.

I can't write anymore at this time, so I will slowly resume updating at 9 a.m.

The corn harvest is finished, a friend got married a few days ago, and a friend’s elder was critically ill the day before yesterday...

Every day I write and publish at the same time, so time is messed up.

I've been feeling manic and depressed lately, changing my mood three times a day.

In addition, I suddenly had the inspiration to write the outline of a new book. It will take a year and a half to prepare for its release. The next book is going to be a turnaround.

Thank you all for your love. I will try my best to keep updating until I finish the book.