Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Chapter 1180 You Can Never Stand Up Again

When they saw Zhao Chuanxin, the two women looked relieved.

John Patterson walked quickly towards Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Xin, my dad's office was set on fire again, and he broke his leg when he jumped out of the window to survive. I'm worried that they will come to the hospital, so I have to end your vacation early."

The father and son live a precarious life, so Zhao Chuanxin rarely gets a rest on weekdays.

This time it was because of the Chinese New Year. Hearing that Zhao Chuanxin's family was coming to see him, old Patterson decided to give Zhao Chuanxin a New Year holiday.

Something went wrong.

Agnes grabbed Zhao Chuanxin's hand and said, "Xin, you have to help him. We can't let those bastards succeed."

Mary opened her mouth.

She really wanted to ask Zhao Chuanxin to protect John Patterson, her and the child, rather than John Patterson's father.

But in the end, I didn't say it.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his tweed coat and put it on his arm: "Hire a caregiver, and then you all go back. I have a few guns at home."

John Patterson no longer had the arrogance he once had and treated Zhao Chuanxin with great courtesy.

With a sincere tone, he said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Xin, you must protect my father. Please, this is a critical moment."

His last sentence made Zhao Chuanxin think deeply.

That's what politics is all about.

Sometimes I can't help but reveal my cold-blooded side.

If you care about your father, then that means you care. Why do you have to mention the critical moment? Does that mean he can't die yet?

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of chewing gum and put it in his mouth: "Okay, stop talking nonsense and do more work, and stop complaining here."

Mary was speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin has been a bodyguard for the Patterson family for a long time.

But as time went by, Mary sometimes overheard their conversations and had the illusion that the Pattersons were working for Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin has the aura of a superior who commands people in a commanding manner.

That kind of temperament is natural and doesn't seem fake.

This man must have had a remarkable past.

John Patterson seemed to have gotten used to it. Before leaving, he muttered quietly, "Xin, you must protect my father."

"Stay back!"

"..."

Finally, John Patterson and Mary left, and Agnes stayed.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on a bench outside the ward, reading a newspaper out of boredom.

Agnes was inside, peeling apples for Albert Patterson.

Albert Patterson suddenly smiled.

Agnes was annoyed: "You can still laugh?"

Albit Patterson said with a strange expression: "This time when I jumped off the building, I suddenly remembered some past events."

Agnes asked nonchalantly, "What's the matter?"

As an old couple, it’s best not to talk too much.

Albert Patterson raised his eyes to the upper left and recalled: "Some things that happened on the battlefield back then."

Agnes handed him the apple and said, "What good is there to remember about the battlefield? Fighting and killing, forget it as soon as possible. The doctor said that those memories are not good for your health."

Albert Patterson clenched his fists and said, "It is precisely because I don't have any good memories and don't think about it often that I remembered one thing this time."

Seeing his seriousness, Agnes asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Albert Patterson did not answer, but said to his wife, "Can you go out and get the letter in?"

Zhao Chuanxin came in chewing gum.

Patterson Sr. said to his wife: "Please give us space and let us talk for a while."

Agnes rolled her eyes, but was used to it.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the window and lit a cigarette: "Are you scared?"

"No, I just want to talk to you. You know, I was a soldier and participated in World War I. That year, I was assigned to serve in the 36th Infantry Division of France. Near Saint-Etienne, we found traces of the German army and had to retreat. The enemy was alone and deep in the territory, chasing us all the time. We even gave up the barbed wire obstacles and positions. But our superiors asked us to turn back and take back the positions. When we went back, the isolated German army was ready for battle. We..."

Zhao Chuanxin remained expressionless.

But he gradually heard the clues.

Isn't this referring to the group of French people who were beaten up by him when he was leading students from the Lugang Town Military Academy?

Old Patterson continued, "My platoon leader threw a grenade into the German trench. I will never forget that scene. A figure stood up in the trench and used a submachine gun to explode the grenade. Yes, that person had a submachine gun during World War I. I gradually figured it out later."

At this point, Old Patterson stared at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "The platoon leader and his men were all killed. I was injured in the explosion and jumped off the steep slope. It was like jumping off a building. In addition to the injury from the explosion, I also broke my arm..."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched his hand out of the window. It was raining outside. His palm was wet by the rain, and the water vapor quickly evaporated.

He pulled his hand back. "Oh, you have an interesting life."

Old Patterson chuckled: "My life is wonderful, but it's far inferior to yours, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked him cheerfully, "What on earth do you want to say?"

"Will you kill me if I tell you?"

"Do you know Schrödinger's cat?" Zhao Chuanxin turned around with a cigarette in his mouth: "You are the cat in the container now. Whether you are dead or alive, you will know after you finish speaking."

Albert Patterson understood.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin deeply, with a struggle in his heart.

If the cat is not dead, it will get the greatest help in life.

When the cat dies, everything ends.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "You are the one who exploded the grenade. Later, everyone said that Zhao Chuanxin was selling hope on the battlefield. By the way, this came from William II. Later, I guessed that the person might be Zhao Chuanxin, that is... you!"

The cat is not dead.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "You're old, and your memory is just a little off."

Albert Patterson was confident in his judgment: "Zhao Chuanxin, why are you next to me? You haven't aged at all? I remember the day we met at the entrance of the casino. I called you kid and you asked in surprise - are you calling me? Now I understand. I am the kid in front of you. If I remember correctly, you were already famous around 1908."

Zhao Chuanxin neither admitted nor denied it.

He asked back, “Then I’ll leave?”

"No, since you want to stay here, you have a reason to stay." Old Patterson said, "I just can't help but speak out. But this matter will rot in this ward, what do you think?"

What he said sounded better than what he sang.

Since he knew that Xin John was Zhao Chuanxin.

And Zhao Chuanxin is his bodyguard.

Well, as long as Zhao Chuanxin doesn't want him to die, even the Lord can't do anything about it.

What the hell is a gang? They're just a bunch of losers.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt out of the window: "I don't know what you are talking about in the first place."

After saying that, he turned and left the ward.

Agnes tightened her coat and said, "Xin, what did you talk about?"

"Let's talk about his battlefield."

"I knew it." Agnes rubbed her face. "Ever since he was preparing to run for Attorney General, my life has become a mess. I really don't know when it will end. Xin, can I hug you? Give me a hug. I've been too nervous recently. I need a hug."

Having said that, without waiting for an answer, she hugged Zhao Chuanxin.

The middle-aged woman stood on tiptoe and rubbed her cheek against Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder again and again. Then she raised her head slightly and rubbed her forehead against Zhao Chuanxin's chin.

Zhao Chuanxin looked strange.

It feels a bit like Granny Liu trying sex for the first time...

Men in their twenties or thirties may like mature women.

But the old guy, who is about a hundred years old, only likes the invincibility of youth.

However, he suddenly pushed Agnes away: "Come in, now."

Agnes felt guilty and explained: "Xin, I, I didn't mean it, I just..."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed her into the house and said, "Stop talking and go in quickly."

Two men appeared at the stairs.

A middle-aged man, wearing a tweed coat, holding flowers, but with a sinister expression.

The other is youth.

The young man was wearing a maroon sweater with a classic hand-knitted sweater pattern, and it was obvious that it was hand-knitted by a poor family.

There is a brightly colored section on the hem of the young man's sweater, because the sweater became shorter as he grew taller and was reattached.

Under the sweater was a beige shirt with its collar and cuffs all worn out and frayed.

The young man is around twenty years old, or perhaps even younger.

He had two mustaches on his lips, but the rest of his face was too old for him to grow at his age. His mustache was very messy, and like his hair, it was prickly and sticky.

The small triangular eyes were gleaming with ferocity and had large swollen eyelids.

Zhao Chuanxin is familiar with this. This is the modern cowboy, the kind that is more reckless and reckless. In the outside world, it is commonly known as a "raw egg".

It's just that this guy is an American idiot.

The two looked around, asked the nurse, and then walked over here.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor tiles with a nonchalant look.

When the two men were ten meters close to him, he suddenly threw away the flowers and took out a gun from his pocket.

bang bang.

"what……"

Two shots, two screams, and patients and their families all screamed and ran away in the hospital corridor.

Zhao Chuanxin walked up to the two people who were covering their hands and kicked the gun aside: "Kneel down."

The unlucky guy still wanted to resist, so he lowered his head and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin, grabbing Zhao Chuanxin's waist and trying to knock him down.

The results of it?

It didn't move.

An ant trying to shake a tree!

The young man was stunned: Oh my god, this guy must weigh 300 to 500 kilograms? He was standing still.

He guessed correctly.

The young man looked up in surprise. Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and asked, "Are you going to kneel or not?"

The young man did not respond.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked.

Click.

The young man's calf was broken.

"Ow..."

The injured middle-aged man turned around and tried to run.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked the gun on the ground with the tip of his shoe and swung it with his leg.

boom.

The pistol hit the middle-aged man in the back of the head.

The middle-aged man stumbled and fell.

He fell so hard that his front teeth were knocked out.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the young man's other leg.

Click.

"Ow..."

The screams immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers and security guards rushed over.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said, "Kneel down against the wall."

No one reminded him that smoking was not allowed in the hospital at this time.

No one dares to know, right?

The middle-aged man dared not disobey and had to do as he was told.

The young man did not have to kneel as he could not stand up anyway.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the security guard who came over: "Call the police."

Agnes leaned over to check, and only after seeing the two people kneeling on the ground and the blood on the ground did she understand what was going on. She hurriedly asked, "Xin, are you okay?"

"It's okay, go call the police."

"well."

Phoenix police have become numb.

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