Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

As Albert Patterson prayed to the Bronze Eye, the newly recruited bodyguard fell to the ground after being shot several times.

The bodyguard left cleanly, leaving Albert Patterson alone and in a mess.

In fact, the bodyguard didn't want to work so hard. He just wanted to show off a little and at least fire a shot to justify his salary. But he ended up being shot to pieces.

The bodyguard did not expect that the other party had two Chicago typewriters.

Albert Patterson had been in the war, but that was many years ago.

Besides, he was old and had many enemies, so he was helpless hiding behind the car and could only repeat the spell over and over again.

"Shit, you have to come, otherwise I'm doomed..."

If Zhao Chuanxin comes, he will live. If he doesn't come, he will die.

At this time, a man picked up the bodyguard's gun and said, "Stop talking."

Zhao Chuanxin arrived as promised.

Albert Patterson was ecstatic.

bang, bang, bang...

Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward and fired in an orderly manner.

A kid with a shot.

Either hit the center of the eyebrows or hit the heart.

Six people died, including a contestant holding two Chicago typewriters.

Albert Patterson saw that Zhao Chuanxin did not dodge or evade, and did not need any cover, facing the hail of bullets.

At this moment he relaxed a little and thought: Is this how Zhao Chuanxin faced thousands of troops back then?

The remaining four were confused: "Oh shit, what's going on?"

"Fuck, fuck, I don't know either!"

They hid behind the car, and Zhao Chuanxin walked straight ahead, changing magazines as he walked.

He hadn't had time to change into the cloth shoes he was wearing in prison. The shoes were very light and he walked silently.

After a few people changed the magazines, they looked up and saw Zhao Chuanxin appeared beside them.

It can only be said that these people are still not professional enough. Normally, they should cross-fire to maintain vitality and continuous output.

When changing magazines together, the firepower was suspended.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned at them, with flames coming out of the muzzle of his gun.

bang bang bang...

These people immediately fell in a pool of blood.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his glasses and said to Xin Xingyue, "Based on the trajectory, simulate a battle scene. This gun must be handed over to the bodyguard."

Xin Xingyue gave the layout, and Zhao Chuanxin fired several shots at the cars used as cover, simulating a scene of fierce fighting.

Albert Patterson peeked in stealthily, and only dared to come over after he found that there was no danger.

He saw Zhao Chuanxin setting up the scene with gloves on, and secretly admired Zhao Chuanxin's professionalism.

One of the gangsters was shot in the heart but was not dead yet. He glared at Zhao Chuanxin with his big eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him: "What the hell are you looking at?"

The other person spat out blood, his head tilted, and he died.

Albert Patterson: "..."

After the arrangements were completed, Zhao Chuanxin walked back, put the pistol into the bodyguard's hand, and pressed it twice to leave the fingerprints.

Albert Patterson laughed wildly and proudly: "I knew it, I knew it."

Besides Zhao Chuanxin, who else is so awesome?

The former god of war, the butcher of the Far East, is still as skilled as ever.

He felt a sense of pride that he was favored by God.

Who would have thought that the once so arrogant Zhao Chuanxin would now be his bodyguard?

This is so dreamy.

Zhao Chuanxin sat next to Albert Patterson, still wearing his prison uniform.

He lit a cigarette and said, "Albert, now that things have come to this, I will not beat around the bush with you. I have retired from the underworld and need a stable area to hide my name. Not only do I want you to be the prosecutor, I also suggest that your son run for governor of Alabama. I will help you get rid of the cancer in this state, and you will cover for me and let me make a little money. How about that?"

Albert Patterson also lit a cigarette and reached out to shake hands with Zhao Chuanxin: "Deal."

Instead, he was worried that Zhao Chuanxin had no desires or ambitions.

If a god is unpredictable and disorderly, that would be terrifying.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ash off his cigarette: "I have to go. I still have to serve my sentence."

Albert Patterson requested: "Can I have a pendant for my son?"

Zhao Chuanxin reached out to pick up the star plate, and then took out a pendant.

Albert Patterson was not surprised. He smiled while holding a cigarette in his mouth: "Can I do whatever I want?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself, it would be fun if you rebelled in the territory of Da Piaoliang.

He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll prepare a batch of guns and cannons for you, and you lead your men to attack the White House."

"..." Albert Patterson was confused: "That's not what I meant. Why would I attack the White House..."

If others said so, he would just take it as a joke.

But when these words came out of Zhao Chuanxin's mouth, Albert Patterson felt quite frightened.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and patted his butt: "Let's go."

Albert Patterson was attacked by a gang with ten gunmen and two Chicago typewriters. The news was so shocking that it immediately made headlines in newspapers in every state.

His bodyguards performed their duties conscientiously and risked their lives to protect him. He fought ten people alone and ultimately died together with the enemy.

"I really don't know which job market Old Patterson is looking for bodyguards. They are all so fierce and vigorous."

"His last bodyguard, Shin John, was very tough, but unfortunately he went to jail. This time his bodyguards fought ten to one, and died together with the enemy. Old John is truly a man blessed by God."

The police officers handling the case were amazed.

After the story was published in the newspaper, a Hollywood director even threatened to make it into a movie.

In fact, there are many suspicious points in this shootout.

Old Patterson's bodyguards killed ten people.

But the bullets in his body included pistol bullets and Chicago typewriter bullets.

The police were puzzled. Normally, the bodyguard should have died first.

This makes no sense.

But Albert Patterson was a victim after all. He bit his bodyguard to death and died together with the criminals. The police had no way to prove anything else.

There was no gunpowder residue on old Patterson's body or hands.

At least he definitely didn't kill the criminal.

Privately, John Patterson asked: "Dad, what a pity for this bodyguard, he is more powerful than Xin!"

Albert Patterson was amused: "He is far from the letter."

"Ah?" John Patterson was stunned: "He killed ten gangsters, isn't that impressive?"

Old Patterson's smile faded. "My child, misfortunes can happen at any time. The world is dangerous. I might die someday. When you have time, go to the prison to read Xin and build a good relationship with him. Also, wear this pendant. If you are in danger, pray to the pendant!"

John Patterson didn't understand his father's intentions.

But he was smart and had a vague feeling that this incident was related to Shin John who was serving his sentence in prison.

But he still couldn't figure it out.

Old Patterson didn't elaborate.

Several casinos in Phoenix have been robbed from time to time.

They tried various methods and even sent people to guard the safe 24 hours a day.

People would be knocked unconscious and then have their belongings stolen.

Throw away half the money every time.

They also cost money.

Various bribes, salary for subordinates, water and electricity for the site...

They felt the pain, but the money Zhao Chuanxin left them every time was enough for them to continue operating. Now they are in a dilemma.

Hoyt Sheppard, the leader of the Dixie Gang, roared: "This life is unbearable..."

So many people died, we need to provide compensation, manage the situation, recruit people...

……

At first, the gangs sent people to the prison to try to assassinate Zhao Chuanxin.

Not only did they fail, but Zhao Chuanxin actually developed power in the prison.

Now no one even dares to assassinate him.

When Zhao Chuanxin was taking exercise in the prison playground, many people surrounded him, including yellow people, Nigerians and white people.

There was a Chinese man who was imprisoned for embezzling public funds.

He is in finance and real estate.

After entering prison, he learned that there was a Chinese boss and immediately sought refuge with Zhao Chuanxin.

"Hello, Boss, my name is Louis Punch, help me and I will repay you."

"How are you going to repay me?" Zhao Chuanxin is not a living Buddha in prison.

"I'm in the finance and real estate business. I have money, and I can give you money." Louis Punch's eyes rolled around. "My sentence is very short."

Zhao Chuanxin became interested: "You are in finance and real estate? I have some money and want to invest in finance and real estate, specializing in minority businesses. Do you think it is feasible?"

Louis Punch thought for a moment and shook his head: "It's difficult in Alabama. Those white people won't let you do what you want."

Zhao Chuanxin said meaningfully: "If discrimination is not so serious, and the criminals in Alabama are brought to justice and the environment is stabilized, do you think it is feasible?"

"If that's the case, there will be great prospects for minority finance and real estate business." Louis Punch nodded: "But it's difficult, at least in Phoenix."

Phoenix is ​​too chaotic and extremely unfriendly to minorities, and this has become a legacy issue.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it in his mind.

The next day, Louis Punch was surrounded by a group of strong white men when he was out for exercise. They said, "You are a fat man with delicate skin and tender flesh. I suggest you take the initiative to serve us. Then you can live an easy life in this prison."

Louis Pangqi was terrified, and he shouted with a trembling voice, "Boss, help me, someone is trying to molest me."

Zhao Chuanxin was wearing a vest, revealing his strong shoulders and arms.

He stood up, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, and walked towards Louis Punch.

As soon as he stood up, more than ten people followed him.

The white boss's face froze. "Xin, we don't interfere with each other. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Although you are a tough guy, we in the Aryan Gang are not easy to mess with. You'd better think about it."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Snapped!

The white boss staggered after being slapped.

Zhao Chuanxin spat out the dogtail grass and said, "Fuck you! Who do you think you are? How dare you threaten me?"

The white boss's ears were buzzing and pierced after being slapped.

He was furious: "Fuck him!"

Louis Punch hid in a corner in fear.

He saw Zhao Chuanxin raise his hand and fire a cannon, knocking a strong white man up on the spot.

Oops...

Is this still human?

Throw punches, hooks, and step forward to elbow.

In a flash, three more people fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin threw out lightning-fast punches, two straight punches and one hook, and one man was knocked flying.

Elbow smash, side elbow strike, boom, fall!

Zhao Chuanxin knocked down five people in succession, took a step back and waved his hand.

The people behind him rushed forward and fought with the Aryan gang.

Just as he promised the prison guards: in the future, we will have 5V5 groups.

He did it.

Louis Punch was dumbfounded.

Logically speaking, even if there is a Chinese boss in the prison, he probably has no status and is the lowest-level boss.

The results were an eye-opener for him.

The arrogant Aryan Gang was beaten by Zhao Chuanxin and cried for their parents.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin take out a cigarette from somewhere and light it up, Louis Pangqi felt the urge to smoke and came forward eagerly: "Boss, can you give me one?"