The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the huge box with two antennas pointing up like horns, and asked Nikola Tesla: "Is this a wireless mobile phone?"

"Yes, you see there is no wire at all, if you don't believe me, just move it." Nikola Tesla thought it was natural: "I asked Dunzi and Guotie'er to carry it to Jinta. The call was very clear at such a long distance."

Wireless mobile phones are not convenient to move...

Zhao Chuanxin asked how to use it, and said to Nikola Tesla: "I'll take one and talk to you in Hankou."

Nikola Tesla nodded excitedly: "Okay, it's too close to fly in the sky, Hankou is far enough."

Gulizar jumped back from outside and saw Zhao Chuanxin. She was surprised and grabbed his arm, fearing that he would suddenly disappear. He came and went in a hurry.

The whereabouts of Lao Zhao, a street slicker on Earth, are elusive, and not only enemies, but also relatives and friends are hard to guard against.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin finished his meal, he pulled him out: "Come on, I want to talk to you."

Gutie'er and his group started to make noises nearby: "Gulizar is shameless, talking about private matters in broad daylight."

Gulizar turned the small curved knife with the sheath in his hand in a circle, making a knife flower, and pointed at Guotie'er steadily and skillfully: "Shut up, I'll beat you to death."

Gutie'er laughed meanly.

Zhao Chuanxin followed Gulizar outside.

Gulizar was innocent and naive, and it was not until she met Zhao Chuanxin that she vaguely understood some of the love between men and women.

She fiddled with her braids with her fingers and asked with a pretty face: "Zhao Xin, have you seen the sea?"

Zhao Chuanxin had told her before that the lake in the desert was far inferior to the real sea.

Gulizar yearned for it.

"I have seen it." Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and took Gulizar's waist.

In the past, Lao Zhao only flirted with her, but didn’t do anything.

Now that he has two children at once, what the hell is there to worry about?

“Is the sea good?” Gulizar asked with a face full of longing.

“Good.” Zhao Chuanxin hugged her and walked forward: “The sea is very good. If you are in a good mood, you can look at it; if you are in a bad mood, you can jump into it.”

Gulizar: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her: “I will send you to Hong Kong Island Girls’ School to study.”

Gulizar’s heart was moved, and she looked back reluctantly at Tianshangfei. She saw the fat marmot on the ground, bent down and picked it up: “Then where is my Anang?”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Gulizar’s back, and her skirt was outlined into a peach shape by her beautiful figure.

For a moment, he was distracted: I am a professional in seaming.

“Ask someone to go with you, or stay here to retire. Anyway, you can come back once or twice a year.”

Gulizar suddenly thought of something, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention, so she leaned close to Zhao Chuanxin and whispered a few words.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded seriously: "Well, OK, I'd love to, um, OK, no problem..."

Hands were still running up and down,

Gulizar looked thin, but actually had a lot of flesh.

Gulizar was a little confused when she heard him talking, wondering if the words she had the courage to say were not expressive enough?

Why did Zhao Chuanxin remain calm and calm when he said these words that should have made people blush, as if he was asking him to eat and drink water?

She didn't believe in evil, and after she finished speaking, she kissed Zhao Chuanxin on the cheek.

Zhao Chuanxin remained calm and took a puff of cigarette: "There are beards all over there, and beards have no touch. Zhao suggests that you kiss them on the mouth, that's great."

"Humph, I won't pay attention to you." Gulizar blushed and turned around and ran back to the restaurant.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned, looked at her slender back, and disappeared the next moment.

Gulizar ran back to the house, took a look through the French window, and was horrified: "Ah, why is it gone again?"

...

Zhao Chuanxin teleported to Eye No. 8, the attic of Ba Gong's house.

This place is indeed covered with dust.

He released the puppet servants and started cleaning.

He took out a huge wireless mobile phone and turned it on according to the method taught by Nikola Tesla.

Flying in the sky, the wireless mobile phone in the corner of the restaurant rang.

Guotie'er said "Huh", walked over to turn off the switch, and picked up the microphone: "Hello, hello, I'm Guotie, I'm Guotie, who the hell are you?"

"I'm Zhao Chuanxin, you're so tired of living, why are you talking to your mother like this?"

Guotie'er: "..."

"Ah, shopkeeper, wait a minute, I'll go get Mr. Ni."

"No need." Zhao Chuanxin found that although the sound was a little distorted, it was because of the speaker. This place was 1,700 kilometers away from the sky, but the signal was extremely stable: "Guotie'er, is Gulizar there?"

The microphone leaked a lot of sound, and Gulizar quickly grabbed the microphone: "I'm here, I'm here, Zhao Xin, where are you going?"

"I'm thousands of miles away." Zhao Chuanxin He said: "Guotie'er, go find Qi Feiqing and ask him to send more people to escort Gulizar to Hong Kong Island. When we pass by Hankou, I will send more people to accompany us. Someone will pick us up at Hong Kong Island."

Guotie'er quickly grabbed the microphone back: "Boss, why do we need Qi Feiqing? We have enough people of our own."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You don't understand. When you go out, you not only need to have more people, but also your face. Qi Feiqing has a wide range of friends, so let him help."

"Okay then."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Gulizar, everyone should carry a gun when they go out. Remember, when you are outside, whether you encounter wild animals or bad guys, you can stimulate the unlimited potential of people. If you grasp this potential, you can turn danger into safety."

Gulizar was confused: "Zhao Xin, but how can I grasp the potential?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "The size of the potential depends on how much ammunition you carry. You can decide for yourself."

Potie'er: "..."

Gulizar: "..."

Gulizar scolded Potie'er and drove away the others. He forced Zhao Chuanxin to say some disgusting words. Zhao Chuanxin found that the puppet servant had finished cleaning the attic and said mercilessly: "Okay, Gulizar, it's snowing outside. I'm going to sweep the snow. Let's do it this way for now."

Gulizar heard no more sound from the other side. He hooked his fingers around the braid and thought to himself, where is it thousands of miles away? Does it snow occasionally at this time?

It snows occasionally in the desert in summer, but it can't be kept.

Zhao Chuanxin collected the puppet servant, went downstairs, and went to the Student Union Office of Juanwang Technical College on the first floor.

Liu Huaqiang was writing furiously, and said without looking up: "Have you contacted the ship? Our first batch of trucks will be transported to Lubin Prefecture first, and it is best to land at Lu-Shun Port..."

"Do the Japanese agree?"

"Principal?"

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the sofa, and took off all his clothes because of the heat, revealing his strong upper body.

"Has the truck been built?"

Liu Huaqiang was beaming with joy: "It has been built, please follow me, Principal."

He took Zhao Chuanxin to the workshop.

Students along the way greeted Zhao Chuanxin: "Principal."

Zhao Chuanxin walked shirtless, swaggering, with a cigarette in his mouth.

Throughout history, there has never been another principal who is so unkempt.

Zhao Chuanxin carefully looked at the King of the Rolls Jiyou truck.

The front of the truck was different from the normal cars in the world at that time. Obviously, they borrowed the image of Daimler trucks, with square front and body.

The engine is installed in front of the front axle, and the front and rear longitudinal shafts and pinions are driven by a four-gear belt. Because of Hualiang's improvement on gasoline, Liu Huaqiang said that this two-cylinder truck can reach 15 horsepower and a maximum payload of one and a half tons.

Liu Huaqiang called out: "Come, drive the truck out and show it to the principal."

Zhao Chuanxin thought it was more like a four-wheel tractor.

Someone clumsily put the car in reverse gear and backed the car out of the warehouse. The straight-up and straight-down steering wheel was very heavy, which made the driver's movements anxious.

With black smoke and rumbling sounds, the truck began to move forward, very slowly, and the speed was definitely not 20 kilometers per hour.

The student turned around on the road, came back to turn off the engine, jumped down and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Principal, do you want to go up for a test drive?"

Zhao Chuanxin got in the car without saying a word, and was familiar with starting the engine, shifting gears, and stepping on the clutch and accelerator.

At least the structure and operating system of this car are the same as those of later cars, and are not as anti-human as Daimler cars.

Zhao Chuanxin shifted gears and moved forward.

Wow, there are three gears in total, reverse gear, forward first gear and second gear.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the accelerator hard, and the truck barely reached a speed of 18KM/H.

The students ran behind him, shouting: "Principal, you must not drive so violently..."

"Damn, you know nothing about violence..."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned the steering wheel with one hand and turned the front of the car back.

Liu Huaqiang flattered: "The principal is wise and powerful. He knew how to operate it the first time. You must know that this car is very different from your Rolls-Royce in operation."

Zhao Chuanxin was anxious in his heart, but he showed encouragement against his will: "Very good, very good, you succeeded, and I, the principal, am very pleased."

Liu Huaqiang and others puffed out their chests and bulged their bellies, and they couldn't help being proud.

Look, we Chinese can also make cars ourselves.

Look, the car we make has better performance than Daimler trucks.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly changed his tone and cursed: "I bought so many cars for you, why don't you study the use of 4-cylinder engines? With more horsepower, you can thicken the cargo box and learn from Cadillac to use a closed body. Otherwise, on rainy days, do you let the truck driver drive in a raincoat?"

"Ah, this..."

They didn't think about it.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Liu Huaqiang."

"Yes."

"Give bonuses to meritorious officials. 300 big eyeball gold coins for first-class merit, 200 big eyeball gold coins for second-class merit, 100 big eyeball gold coins for third-class merit, 50 gold coins for fourth-class merit, and 20 gold coins for fifth-class merit."

One big eyeball gold coin can be exchanged for ten standard silver coins in Lugang Town. Three thousand silver coins is a huge sum of money.

"Thank you, principal."

There was cheering all around.

"Register a trademark, establish a brand, mass-produce the King of Rolls Jiyou model first, and then develop the King of Rolls Jiyou II truck."

"Yes, principal." Liu Huaqiang knew that although the principal's tone was fierce, he still recognized their efforts, otherwise he would not give out rewards.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the car, rubbed his chin, and immediately thought of Sakhalin Island and Mexico.

Just because both places produce oil, the amount is not small.

According to the normal historical trend, one is cheap to the Russians, and the other is cheap to the Americans.

Zhao Chuanxin was heartbroken.

We must not sit idly by and watch such things happen.

The domestic automobile heavy industry has already started the journey, and the trip to Sakhalin Island cannot be delayed any longer.

After taking guns and ammunition from Liu Huaqiang, Zhao Chuanxin sent to the underground fortress warehouse of Quetshalan. After several rounds of transportation, he came to the dock to see the changes in Hankou.

At this time, on the dock, a middle-aged man with some joint problems, sneakily brushed past Zhao Chuanxin, and touched his trouser pockets and shirt pockets.

Although his legs and feet are not convenient, his hand speed is very fast.

After just taking it out twice, his face froze.

It turned out that Zhao Chuanxin's pockets were empty.

He dug out his pocket on the right side, but at this moment he thought that maybe this person was left-handed and the money was in the left pocket, so he walked half a circle from behind Zhao Chuanxin and followed Zhao Chuanxin from behind.

The other people on the dock saw him and didn't warn him, for fear of getting into trouble.

Hankou was called the Chicago of the East at this time. It is said that even the British ports were not as prosperous as here.

When things get prosperous, monsters and demons will naturally appear.

When the thief reached into Zhao Chuanxin's left trouser pocket, he was held down as soon as he put his hand in.

Tou'er wanted to free his hand, but found that he couldn't.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "If you dare to run, I will break your old cold legs."

The thief scratched his head and said, "Let go quickly, or you won't be able to look good."

"Oh? What ability do you have, but you can use it?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look back.

At this time, Tou'er pulled his neck and shouted: "Come on, someone, this person is going to hit someone."

After shouting, seven or eight people from the surrounding pedestrians suddenly gathered around, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and shouted: "Let him go quickly. How dare you beat him in broad daylight?"

"Report to the officer and ask the patrol room to arrest him."

"Isn't this reasonable? Is there any royal law?"

This reaction is astonishingly fast.

They pretended to be passers-by and sternly criticized Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Tou'er's wrist and turned around: "Haha, I told you to break your legs."

After that, he raised his leg and kicked it.

Click.

"Ouch..."

When the eight people around him saw this, one of them turned around and ran away, while the other seven rushed up with their arms rolled up and their sleeves rolled up.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed one person's hair, punched it three times on the bridge of his nose.

The man's nose and mouth were bleeding, his pupils were dilated, and he fell into the water of the Han River. After a few bubblings, he sank.

At this time, the second man took out a short knife and stabbed Zhao Chuanxin in the abdomen.

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his forearm and held the short knife in a weird posture. The man couldn't stab him no matter what.

"Let you see my three-point return to vitality."

After saying that, the golden bell exploded.

The man was thrown three meters into the air. After he landed, blood and foam oozed from the corners of his mouth. His internal organs were obviously damaged and he was dead.

After Zhao Chuanxin put on his sunglasses, he suddenly stretched out his hand to the side, and the dropped dagger was directly held in his hand.

The rest of the people didn't dare to get on it. It could knock someone three meters into the air. This was simply appalling.

Another chubby woman rushed out from the crowd, threw herself on the ground next to the man who was vomiting blood, and cried: "Master, good people don't live long, you died so miserably, how can we two survive? What a murderer! If you die well, I will definitely report to the government to convict him and let him pay for your life..."

Zhao Chuanxin leaned over and inserted the short knife into the back of the woman's head with a pop, and the tip of the knife came out of her mouth.

The woman's piercing cry suddenly stopped...

The people around him, whether they were Taoer's accomplices or real passers-by, all looked at him with horror.

After a while, the patrol officers arrived. They only carried batons, but they separated the crowd. They were shocked to see a large pool of blood on the ground, two corpses, a man and a woman. There was also a corpse floating face down by the river, letting the water flow up and down. , he was caught by the pier pillar before rushing far away, and he was suddenly surprised.

"How brave are you to commit murder in broad daylight?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the patrolman and said happily: "How much money have these thieves paid to you?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Although this is something everyone knows, no one dares to make it public in front of these patrol officers.

This man is really tired of living. Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials.

After hearing this, several patrolmen turned pale with anger and said, "This is a stubborn man who talks nonsense. Let me catch him."

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar, lit it, and took a puff: "Since your hands are dirty, don't take them anymore. The rest of you can take this as a warning."

After saying that, he raised his hand, a red light flashed, and the baton and his hand were cut off by the light blade.

The arrows are brave, a few red lights fly, ghosts and gods are frightened in the riverside fight, and the wood and rocks are cracked during the dock battle.

Onlookers saw severed limbs flying all over the sky, wailing continuously, and blood spurting out from the wrist arteries.

After his eyes were filled with blood, not a single patrolman was left intact.

Zhao Chuanxin's anger was still there, and he turned his attention to the remaining thieves.

The thieves shuddered and started fighting with their teeth.

嘘嘚嘚……

But he turned around and wanted to run.

Smoke rose from the soles of Zhao Chuanxin's feet, soil splashed, and he rushed forward.

Before one of them had time to turn around, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm. With his hand up and down, one of Tou'er's arms was removed.

Turning around, whipping the leg, the other person was kicked in the cheek and knocked to the ground. Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, took aim at his big arm and stamped his feet fiercely.

Click.

The man's arms are bent.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the counting bamboo sticks on the dock, sharpened the blade, and nailed the other person's palm to the sack containing grain.

The man screamed heartbreakingly.

The last person squeezed into the crowd and wanted to escape. Zhao Chuanxin jumped up, stepped on the audience's shoulders, turned 180 degrees in the air, pinned the last person's head with his feet, and forced him to kneel on the ground.

Seeing an old man among the onlookers holding a pipe and a pot in his hand, Zhao Chuanxin snatched it away, straightened the arm of the last thief, and smashed his back elbow.

Click.

Click.

The pipe pot is broken.

Broken elbow.

The bones pierced through the flesh, which was terrifying.

The surrounding crowd dispersed in an uproar.

Suddenly someone shouted: "This is Mr. Zhao!"

"No wonder Mr. Zhao punishes evil and eliminates evil..."

"It's their fault. These patrolmen colluded with the thieves on the dock. How many victims were wrongly imprisoned? Today, they finally hit the wall!"

When the onlookers heard Zhao Chuanxin's name, they were no longer afraid.

Zhao Chuanxin, with a cigar in his mouth, told the group of thieves and patrolmen who had broken their arms: "Zhao Chuanxin is the murderer, and Zhao Chuanxin is the one who cut off your arm."

After that, he bowed to the audience and jumped onto the roof.

...

Quiteshalan.

As the saying goes, you have done things in the past, but you are not lucky enough to come together.

The executioner general Victoriano Huerta sent patrols from several states, about 200 people, to encircle and suppress John Constantine of Quiteshalan.

The rural cavalry patrols in the neighboring state of Veracruz heard this and felt that they had to avenge new and old grudges at the same time. They were not called, but they volunteered to join the encirclement and suppression, about 30 to 40 people in total.

The two combined, the number of people exceeded 300.

Smoke and dust rolled, and the atmosphere was surging. In a moment, they arrived outside Quetzalan.

Aguirre Ida, Pablo, Miguel Esteban, and Justino hesitated for a moment and found that it was too late to leave.

The twenty or so people from the Quetzalan Rural Cavalry Patrol, who had gathered, heard that more than three hundred people had come, and while the four were discussing in the White House Tavern, they scattered in an instant.

The four went out and were stunned. Not only did Pablo's men leave, they also took away all the horses, even John Constantine's fake ones.

Now it was too late for the four to run.

Aguirre Ida was a scoundrel. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "The knight will not look at the king's fragile tears, but will only glare at the enemy in front who caused all this. Now that things have come to this, the worst we can do is to die for Don John Constantine, and go back to get the gun."

As he spoke, the three hundred people on the trail had the momentum of thousands of troops.

The four men's Adam's apples rolled, thinking that they would surely die today.

At this moment, someone behind the four men said, "Get out of the way."

The cigar Zhao Chuanxin had lit in Hankou was still not completely burned by the time he reached Quetzalan.