The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin was in the White House Tavern, and he brought a few bottles of iced soda to the little fat man.

Speaking of the well in the White House, it was dug out when Zhao Chuanxin was digging a bunker. It was buried deep underground and cold. Ajure Ida usually chilled beer in the well. The well mouth was behind the bar.

He also gave the little fat man a copy of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" with pictures. Zhao Chuanxin took out his wireless mobile phone and dialed the number on Tianshoufei.

He was just trying it out.

What shocked him was that the call was picked up.

"Zhao Xin, is that you, Zhao Xin?" Gulizar's voice sounded.

The signal was smooth.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows and looked at his watch: "Gulizar, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Zhao Xin, I guessed you would call again, so I moved this Thousand Miles Transmitter into the house."

From her voice, there was no annoyance after being woken up from sleep, only surprise.

Her voice was full of naivety as if she hadn't woken up yet.

"Okay, go to bed, or you'll get wrinkles."

"Ah? Really? Well, you go to bed too."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and hung up the phone.

Juvencio Toric looked up and said, "Don John Constantine, you must love that woman very much. I've seen your smile like this."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a small plate and put beef jerky, salmon, tea eggs and preserved fruits on it: "You don't know anything at such a young age, stop talking nonsense."

Among them, Zhao Chuanxin hated salmon the most. It was a seafood shipped from Japan and sold for 2 copper yuan a piece. It was cheap, salty and durable.

However, Juvencio Toric loved them all, which was shocking.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Chuanxin picked and chose from the warehouse and gave him a pair of children's leather shoes that sold for one dollar in China.

This was one of the goods that he brought back when he swept the Japanese Ikeda Foreign Products Store on Sakhalin Island. There was no use for it.

Juvencio Toric loved it.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled - the favor of the silly boy's help was considered repaid.

Later, Justino came back: "Don John Constantine, the joint law enforcement team went to Sacabóstra, Pablo and Aguirre Ida are watching there, I came back to report."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "I'm back, you stay at home to watch the door, I'll be back soon."

Sacabóstra is less than 30 kilometers southwest of Quetzalan.

Thousands of doors and windows, three markets and six streets.

Green porcelain shines, zithers sound, and there is a constant flow of business and travel.

Just because it is very close to Puebla.

Sabino Canovas rested at the local police station.

Aguirre Ida and the other two hid in the nearby cockfighting arena and secretly watched.

Suddenly, the crowd was pushed aside and Zhao Chuanxin walked in front of them.

"Don John Constantine, when did you arrive?"

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck: "You guys stay here."

After that, he walked into the police station.

The police at the door stopped him: "What are you doing? We don't accept reports today."

Zhao Chuanxin held the police's head and rammed it against the door frame.

Bang.

The police rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The pedestrians around saw it, screamed and fled, and turned back to watch the excitement after running a short distance, wondering who had the courage to break into the police station.

The police station heard the noise and two more policemen came out.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and punched the two men's throats accurately with two lightning-fast punches.

The two men staggered back, holding their necks.

The people outside were numb.

The move was too neat and the beating was really fierce.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped onto the wall and aimed his Mondragon rifle.

Bang, bang, bang...

Sabino Canovas had just breathed a sigh of relief, but when he heard the gunshots, he tensed up: "What happened?"

The people who went out to check were all shot in the head by Zhao Chuanxin on the wall.

"Someone attacked the police station."

"What a courage!"

Zhao Chuanxin wandered on the wall, dodged the front of the window, avoided 10,000 attacks, and kept pulling the trigger, hitting every shot.

The people in the police station went to the backyard.

At this time, a policeman who went to the market heard the gunshots and came back to help. Seeing Zhao Chuanxin on the wall was about to shoot, Aguirre Ida held the knife tightly and stabbed the policeman in the back.

Puff...

The policeman turned his head with difficulty and saw the hideous face of the young boy.

Pablo saw Aguirre Ida kill the policeman, which meant that they had no way back. This was already the Mexican version of "killing officials and rebelling".

So he looked at Miguel Esteban and stabbed the policeman who came back from outside with a knife.

The crowd of onlookers saw that it was not only the man on the wall, but also his helpers outside. The blood splashed on them, and they continued to run away in fear.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a bottle of tequila, stuffed a cotton strip into the bottle mouth, lit the cloth strip soaked with alcohol, and threw it towards the police station below.

After a few Molotov cocktails, the police station was engulfed in flames.

Zhao Chuanxin rode on the wall, waiting for the rabbit, and shot one by one.

At this time, he simply used a long magazine with 30 rounds of ammunition.

After a while, some were choked, some were burned to death, and some were killed by Zhao Chuanxin's gun. The rest fled to the backyard, pulled the horse and fell, and escaped from the back door.

Zhao Chuanxin got up at this time, ran on the wall, and continued shooting in the backyard.

Sabino Canovas fled, looked back from a distance and saw the man on the wall, and hated him so much that his teeth itched: "Just wait, I will come back for revenge!"

But the man on the wall pointed at him and took out a bigger and longer gun.

Bang.

Sabino Canovas, who was gritting his teeth on horseback, had his head shattered, and bones, flesh, skin, and red and white things splashed all over his accomplices.

This scene was the most devastating.

It was the oversized sniper rifle that Zhao Chuanxin had made that year.

"Ah... Help..."

The remaining police fled like flying.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and jumped off the wall.

The local police chief emerged from the sea of ​​fire, rolled on the ground to extinguish the flames on his body, and when he looked up, he saw Zhao Chuanxin standing in front of him with his back to him.

The chief lay on the ground, looked up, and his eyes were fierce: "You're dead."

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on a stone and poked back. The stone rolled under the chief's face. Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look back, stretched his feet back, and pressed down with his heels on the back of the chief's head.

Puff.

Press down, puff...

Repeated five times, the chief's body twitched and his face was unrecognizable.

The people around him were silent.

Zhao Chuanxin spat and came to Pablo with a gun: "Go find the deserters of the Quetzalan Rural Patrol and ask them to gather."

Pablo swallowed his saliva and instinctively obeyed: "Yes."

Pablo knew where these people lived and what their identities and backgrounds were.

Soon, all the people were gathered.

These people thought that Pablo and the other four would definitely die, and they were not very afraid of being found, but they were a little embarrassed.

More than 20 people gathered together and exchanged glances, as if saying - if he dares to settle the score later, we will do it once and for all...

Pablo's heart was beating, he had a gloomy face, but he didn't dare to say anything harsh.

Because there were only three of them at this time, and these deserters had more than 20 men, all of whom were armed with guns and live ammunition. If they really fought, the three of them would not be opponents at all.

The atmosphere was weird and the scene was anxious. Zhao Chuanxin appeared again like a mystery.

When Zhao Chuanxin appeared in front of everyone, it caused a small commotion.

After all, Don John Constantine's bravery during the previous bandit suppression was still vivid in their minds.

But at such a close distance, everyone was carrying a gun, so they were not very worried.

Zhao Chuanxin did not take a gun, but a long stick made of white quebracho with a sharp tip in front of the stick.

He walked back and forth in front of the crowd, staring at everyone's eyes: "Deserter?"

Some people broke the jar under the huge pressure: "You provoked the executioner general Victoriano Huerta, hundreds of people came to arrest you, do you want us to die with you?"

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin viciously.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "I plan to let you die."

"Damn it, you can try..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly, jumped up and stabbed the gun, the wooden stick pierced into his eyes, and came out through his brain.

Pulling out the wooden gun, the other party's eyeballs fell out and knelt on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin danced over his back and shook off the blood beads.

The rest of the people were horrified. They didn't expect that John Constantine would start fighting immediately. They hurriedly wanted to take out the rifle on their backs to fight back.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and fired his rifle, knocking one person's gun away.

Feng nodded, and one person's forehead was pierced by the hard white quebracho.

Jumping step, tiger tail, slashing one person's stomach.

Stepping forward and pulling the gun, death.

Looking for snakes in the grass, death.

Turning back and shooting, death.

Aguilei Ida and others were dazzled. In a moment, Zhao Chuanxin killed six deserters. They died miserably.

I was angry.

Aguilei Ida and others felt numb. John Constantine could kill people with anything. He could kill people with a rifle, a knife, a sharpened piece of wood, and even with his bare hands...

The remaining deserters didn't dare to move.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled back and dragged. The end of the wooden gun pierced the ground and went three feet into the soil. The tip of the gun trembled slightly, just shaking off the flesh and blood hanging on it.

This move was exactly the one Zhao Zhongyi used when he, Zhao Zhongyi, and Liu Baogui ambushed the gang on the road. The butt of the gun broke the gang's bones.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin used it even better than Zhao Zhongyi, and even the magic gun Li Shuwen could not beat him.

Zhao Chuanxin asked without blushing or panting: "I let you die, who dares not die?"

The other deserters were trembling and didn't say a word.

Zhao Chuanxin raised the muzzle of a man's gun: "Come on, don't say I didn't give you a chance to pull the trigger."

The man was determined, his face was ferocious, and his finger was about to pull it down.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the corner of his mouth, and his body was faster than his fingers. He slightly turned his body to avoid him and pinched the other's fingers at the same time, and broke his index finger with the trigger guard.

"Ah..."

Zhao Chuanxin held his head and threw it on the tip of the wooden gun standing on the ground.

Puff...

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the next person: "I'll let you die, will you die?"

He was not angry because these people were deserters, but because they took away their horses when they fled, leaving no chance for Aguirre Ida and his men to escape.

If he hadn't rushed back in time, Aguirre Ida and his men would have been in great danger.

And he didn't even let his own fakes go.

Damn it!

The man immediately peed his pants: "I, I, I'll die."

It was so fucking cruel.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the next person's forehead: "I'll let you die, will you die?"

"I...die."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Remember what I said today, if I let you die, you must die in battle. If there is a next time, killing you is not enough, I will kill your whole family."

After that, he asked Pablo to deal with these people.

Aguirre Ida quickly followed Zhao Chuanxin and asked him carefully: "Don John Constantine, where are you going?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "To Torreon City."

Agure Ida was anxious: "What if the people from the joint law enforcement team come back to kill us? We have few people and we can't resist them?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the copper eye on his chest: "Wear it, it's here to ensure that nothing happens to you."

Zhao Chuanxin has no intention of taking back this No. 21 copper eye.

Agure Ida was obedient and wore it until the day he died. In the end, he was the only one who died of old age, and everyone else, including Pablo, died suddenly...

Before his death, Agure Ida told his descendants that this was his life-saving talisman and he regarded it as a family heirloom!

…

It is about a hundred kilometers from Quit Shallan to the sea, and more than six hundred kilometers from the sea to the mouth of the Grand River in Port Mansfield, which takes a total of one hour.

By this time, Texas had belonged to the United States, and the Rio Grande River had become the dividing line between Mexico and the United States.

On both sides of the river, cotton, sorghum, vegetables and other grains are grown, and cattle and sheep eat leisurely in the pasture.

Thousands of miles of fertile wilderness, extraordinary splendor.

70 kilometers away, Zhao passed by Matamoros.

After 200 kilometers, Zhao Chuanxin arrived in Reynosa.

From here, go ashore and head west, changing from fertile fields to thin mountain forests, and then to dry and barren rocky mountains, turning into another kind of splendor.

From the moment he landed, Zhao Chuanxin ran more than 900 kilometers and took two hours to reach the city of Toileong.

When I got off the car, my waist was inevitably a little stiff.

After walking two miles, Zhao Chuanxin saw a Mexican wearing a big-brimmed hat riding a pony and walking slowly on the dirt road.

He stopped the Mexican: "Sell me the horse."

"Not for sale."

Zhao Chuanxin took out 10 pesos and said, "Sell it to me."

"More money."

Zhao Chuanxian took another 1 real and said, "Sell it to me."

"not enough."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled him off the horse and said, "Blanched, do you want to sell it now?"

"Sell, sell, ride away."

Zhao Chuanxin threw 10 pesos on the ground, but put away 1 real.

Mexican:"……"

When he was overseas, Zhao Chuanxin acted without scruples, killing people and setting fires casually.

He is kind to others, but others may not be kind to Chinese people.

Although this horse is short, it is quite powerful and carries Zhao Chuanxin into the city.

The city of Torreon looks like an earthen city, full of desolation.

But there is a tram in the city, which is the investment of Kang Youwei's Royal Club.

Not far away, Zhao Chuanxin saw another Hua Mo Commercial Bank, which was also established by Kang Youwei's company to save the Qing Emperor.

Nearby, Zhao Chuanxin went to the door according to the address provided in Situ Meitang's telegram.

This was a laundry room. After Zhao Chuanxin entered the room, he asked, "I'm here to see Chen Bangshu."

There are several must-do projects for Chinese people living overseas, including participating in railway construction, mining work, agricultural work, vegetable, fruit and department store retail, and laundry.

Wherever there are Chinese people, the laundry room must be opened by Chinese.

After hearing this, the lady doing the laundry shouted in a dialect that Zhao Chuanxin couldn't quite understand.

Then he lowered his head and continued washing clothes.

After a while, a man with long braids, a melon cap, and a coat came out.

This person is in his forties or fifties. It is difficult for Zhao Chuanxin to judge, because many people in this era look older.

But after a certain age, age seems to be frozen.

The man pushed up his glasses: "I am Chen Bangshu. May I ask who you are?"

He glanced at Zhao Chuanxin with some flinch. Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was tall and strong, with no emotion or anger on his face, he said he was here to cause trouble.

Zhao Chuanxin reached back with both hands, and in his left hand came a bag of bananas, a bag of crabs, a bag of eggs, and a half-meter-long Gulf of Mexico herring; in his right hand, there was a jar of cooking pot, a bottle of tequila, and a bag of eggs. Rice produced outside the customs, a bag of salted duck eggs.

Chen Bangshu was stunned: "This is..."

Even the lady doing the laundry looked up, her dry face softened a lot, she wiped the water stains on her hands on her apron, and stood up to pick it up.

Chen Bangshu stopped him, still looking at Zhao Chuanxin in confusion, waiting for him to explain.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded secretly: Don't take advantage casually.

He smiled and said, "Situ asked me to come to you."

He deliberately did not state his full name for fear of causing trouble to Chen Bangshu.

Chen Bangshu's eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand: "Please come in quickly."

Zhao Chuanxin followed him to the backyard and handed all the gifts to the washerwoman.

The other party stretched out his hand to take it, and his body dwarfed.

Even though it was easy for Zhao Chuanxin to carry it, it was almost impossible for her to do it.

The total contents of both hands weighed nearly 200 kilograms.

But this woman was smiling happily.

The eggs looked like they could not be laid by chickens in Mexico. This rice was very popular overseas. Torreon City is located inland, and shrimps and crabs in the sea are also rare and good things.

Chen Bangshu went to the backyard and complained: "Brother Situ's friends still bring such expensive gifts."

"They are all local specialties." Zhao Chuanxin got straight to the point: "You know my purpose, tell me where Kang Youwei is."

Chen Bangshu was astonished: "Looking at you, you are so tired. Let's have a sip of tea to quench your thirst. It won't be too late for us to leave."

All the dust from the journey comes from riding horses. In the sealed space of the Three Generations of Dragons, you can run on the moon without even taking dirty clothes with you.

"That's not necessary. You can come to the backyard as you like. I'm just worried that it will cause you trouble."

When Chen Bangshu saw this man's openness, the gift, and the consideration for him, he felt a little moved and thought to himself - He is indeed a friend of Brother Situ, an experienced and thoughtful person.

"Okay, let's go through the back door."

The two of them went out and walked through the alley. After a while, they came out of the alley and onto the main road.

There was a crowd of people around a department store.

It was very lively inside, and people were clapping and cheering from time to time.

Zhao Chuanxin approached and heard the person standing on the table saying: "The Chinese are despicable and shameless. They not only took away our jobs and jobs, but also made a fortune in our city of Torreon, but hoarded gold and silver and sent the property back to China..."

Zhao Chuanxin was secretly happy to hear this.

This is indeed the style of the Chinese people, and what he said is not wrong.

Next, the man said with saliva flying: "The Chinese are very dangerous in terms of relationships between men and women, and it is easy to deceive our women. This is not fair competition. Women only see that they are honest and will not beat women, and only see that they accumulate wealth, but they don't know their sinister intentions. These Chinese have monopolized the department store and vegetable industries, which is going to cut off our livelihood. I think the Chinese should be driven away..."

Among the onlookers, only two or three out of ten people agreed with his words.

But Zhao Chuanxin knew that the lower-class people were ignorant and could be easily incited and bewitched, so he narrowed his eyes.

He said to Chen Bangshu: "Do you know this man?"

"Yes, his name is Jesus Frances. The woman he liked finally fell in love with our Chinese boy. Because of love and hate, he would bewitch people from time to time."

Zhao Chuanxin stopped: "Didn't you sense the danger?"

"Just ignore him."

This is the normal attitude of Chinese people overseas when facing injustice and shitty things - it's better to have less trouble than more.

Even if they are killed, they will mostly remain silent and stop.

Of course, the consequences of resistance may be more serious.

However, not resisting is equivalent to being labeled as easy to bully.

In short, no one wants to be the first to stand out.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the street corner in front and said, "Wait for me over there for a while."

Chen Bangshu knew Situ Meitang's identity and knew that Situ Meitang's friends were definitely not the right ones, so he immediately asked nervously, "You, you, don't do anything stupid..."