The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In Mexico City, the executioner general Victoriano Huerta was furious after hearing the report from his subordinates: "Three hundred people, fighting against a dozen or twenty people, and they actually lost?"

The subordinates scratched their heads and were about to correct him, saying that they didn't fight against a dozen or twenty people, but one person.

But then he thought that reporting like this was just making things uncomfortable.

He didn't believe that one person could drive away three hundred fully armed rural cavalry policemen.

So he didn't say anything.

Victoriano Huerta wanted to send troops to encircle and suppress them, but Emiliano Zapata had been giving him a headache recently. He had obtained a lot of new weapons, and the snowball was getting bigger and bigger, and he was in the limelight.

"Did John Constantine support any uprising? Or oppose Diaz?"

"No."

"Then let him live for a while."

...

Zhao Chuanxin set up a temporary eye at the Grande River. On the way back, he skipped the mountain road and went directly to the sea by water, crossed the Gulf of Mexico and went north to New York on the Atlantic Ocean.

By the way, he inserted Eye 22 in Torreon City.

Zhao Chuanxin ran for three and a half hours for three thousand seven hundred eight hundred kilometers, arrived at the Lower Bay of New York, went upstream along the Hudson River, and directly arrived at the Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown without any faith.

It was already the second half of the night.

Zhao Chuanxin had not slept for more than 24 hours, and only then did he feel a little tired.

He immediately took out a cigarette and lit it, smoked a cigarette happily outside the manor, and teleported to Eye 12, the bedroom of Ethan Manor.

He lay on the bed and designed several drawings with Xingyue.

The first drawing was a bicycle similar to the appearance of the third generation of Youlong.

That's right, it's a bicycle, with pedals, a thin iron shell, a chain, and wheels...

The second drawing showed the Shenhuo Feiya, which was the original rocket recorded in the Ming history book.

There were also various kinds of big firecrackers and other strange things behind.

After the design, Zhao Chuanxin went to sleep and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

The next day, the maid was startled when she came to clean the room.

Zhao Chuanxin was sleeping soundly on the bed, and there were all kinds of messy things on the floor.

The maid was in her thirties, still charming, and wearing a maid outfit. She saw the master was naked, wearing only boxer shorts, with sharp muscles and a manly beard, and her face turned red.

She wanted to leave, but couldn't help but look a few more times, thinking: I'll get closer and tidy up the ashtray on the bedside table.

When she got closer, her butt suddenly tightened, but it was held down by a big hand.

The maid almost screamed, and saw the master on the bed with his eyes wide open, glaring at her, pressing her butt with one hand, and the other hand clenched into a fist as if he would hit her at any time.

She was scared and weakly called out: "Master."

Zhao Chuanxin let go, his tense body relaxed, and he lay down again: "Ask Freddy to prepare Chinese breakfast for me."

The maid saw him let go, and she was a little disappointed: "Yes, Master."

A real man, a good man, and full of blood are not enough to describe him.

Not long after, Zhao Chuanxin got up, washed up and went to the restaurant.

Freddy Pavitt stood beside him respectfully and bowed gently.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about much, he sat down and ate, making 25 meat buns, seven tea eggs, three bowls of porridge, and four stacks of pickles.

The maid was dumbfounded.

How big is the stomach to hold so many things?

Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, he said to Freddy Pavitt, "Contact Abraham first and ask him to find a man named Shen Dengjia in the New York Police Department to rescue him and find out where the headquarters of the Royalist Party in New York is."

Freddy Pavitt left in response.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the yard and saw the big black man Marcus Nkrumah.

"Master." Marcus Nkrumah grinned happily.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

At this time, Ethan Manor was the most beautiful, with quiet villas and sculptures. The Hudson River was shining in the distance, and the towering mountains were shrouded in white mist. The courtyard was shaded by green plants, the grass was lush, the turtle-back polished bricks were inlaid with flowers, and the fresh air was refreshing.

Don't say that artificial axe-carving lacks spirituality. In fact, people prefer regular scenery. This is natural.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the recliner and sat down. Marcus Nkrumah wisely went to bring a foot pad.

At this time, a big dog with a black body and a yellow mouth came running and barked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the dog in the face, making its mouth crooked and its eyes slanted: "Get lost."

Marcus Nkrumah felt distressed, but did not dare to say anything. He stepped forward and grabbed the dog's head: "Don't disturb the master."

He dragged the dog away.

Zhao Chuanxin had a rare leisure time, so he simply took off his silk shirt and sunbathed.

Unfortunately, his body was destined to never get tanned no matter how much he sunbathed, so there was no need to dream of wheat-colored skin.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said to Xingyue: "No, our fake third-generation dragon cannot be that simple. You can design some complicated and useless structures, and add the launch port of the God Fire Crow and the Maxim machine gun on it."

Xingyue asked: "What about the power? Does it need to be improved?"

"No, the power is still the pedals."

Xingyue: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin sunbathed in the Ethan Manor for two consecutive days.

The next day, Abraham Cohen finally wrote to say that Shen Dengjia had been rescued.

Zhao Chuanxin brought Marcus Nkrumah to New York, 169 Grand Street, Xinghui Catering Company.

Abraham Cohen, Andrew Miller, the Smith brothers, Arthur Gompers, Jesse Livermore, Thomas W. Lawson and others were all there.

"Mr. Zhao."

Everyone at the entrance of Xinghui Catering Company shook hands with Zhao Chuanxin one by one as he got out of the car, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The last person is a middle-aged Chinese, he is Shen Dengjia.

Since being fished out by this group of people this morning, Shen Dengjia has been in a daze, wondering who rescued him.

After all, there are some black and white people in this group. I heard that there is also the son of the chairman of the American Federation of Labor, the president of a chain of restaurants, the president of a chain of nightclubs, the pastor of the Chamber Pot God Cult, the big short seller on Wall Street, and the financial Giant crocodile...

Everyone has a great background.

However, they were respectful to a tall Chinese man, and could even be said to be excited. Shen Dengjia was even more confused.

Who is this person?

He looked carefully and saw that the man was wearing a silk glossy navy blue shirt, with the cuffs rolled up and the chest buttons unbuttoned. His hair was combed back, and his beard was dark and thick, about four inches long.

This man is really tall. Except for the big black man who is two meters tall, he is the tallest person in the room.

His eyes were indifferent, and he could tell at a glance that he regarded human life as nothing.

His face was expressionless, indifferent to the excitement of the crowd.

Then, Abraham Cohen introduced Zhao Chuanxin: "This is Shen Dengjia."

Then he said to Shen Dengjia: "Mr. Zhao asked us to rescue you."

Shen Dengjia hurriedly handed over his hand: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for your great kindness. I will never forget it."

A name suddenly appeared in his mind, but he was not sure.

He asked: "Mr. Zhao, may I ask why you saved me?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar, and Thomas W. Lawson quickly lit it with a match.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Shen Dengjia coldly: "It was Tan Yingzong from the Royal Society of Torreon City in Mexico who said this."

Then, he ignored him and said to the Smith brothers and Abraham Cohen: "Take some people and follow me to find the Loyalists."

Shen Dengjia was not worried and just watched.

Within a moment, more than fifty black and white strong men gathered on Grand Street.

Many people had bulging bags on their waists, and gun holsters were vaguely visible.

Shen Dengjia was speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's go."

A large group of people marched into Chinatown.

When arriving in Chinatown, it is impossible not to be alarmed by On Leung Tong and Hip Sing Tong.

A group of Chinese people thought someone was looking for trouble and came aggressively.

After the leader saw Zhao Chuanxin, he excitedly said: "Mr. Zhao?"

The person who came was none other than Chen Yigeng, whom Zhao Chuanxin had pretended to be to cause trouble in New York.

Zhao Chuanxin then showed a smile and nodded.

Chen Yigeng asked: "Mr. Zhao, what are you..."

"Look for the Royal Society."

Chen Yigeng understood, clenched his fist and said: "The Royal Society, those sons of bitches, should have been eradicated a long time ago. In the past year, the Royal Society and the Hip Sing Hall have colluded to bully and dominate the market."

The two parties walked and talked, and in a moment they arrived in front of the company that saved the Qing Emperor.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Catch the person."

There was a lot of commotion here. Chinese people in Chinatown came out to watch, and New York police officers came forward.

"What are you doing..."

The Chinese people around were excited and there was a lot of excitement.

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Big Smith, who glared at the policeman fiercely with his triangular eyes.

Cold sweat broke out on the policeman's forehead, and when he saw that everyone in this group of people was trying to be cruel, his mouth felt bitter.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his fingers: "Let him come in."

Big Smith let him in, and the police came to Zhao Chuanxin tremblingly.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Do you recognize me?"

The policeman looked carefully, and his expression changed drastically after a while: "You, you, you are Ethan Zhao!"

When Zhao Chuanxin was in New York, he dealt with tens of thousands of police officers, and many people had seen him.

Zhao Chuanxin blew a puff of cigarette into his face: "I'll do the work. Do you, the New York Police Department, have any objections?"

"No, no..."

Those who had objections were replaced by blood exchanges.

"Then go back and tell your people not to hinder me."

This policeman wished he had two more legs and ran away.

Shen Dengjia's head was buzzing when he saw it.

Chinese people who come to the United States usually behave with their tail between their legs. When bullied, they usually swallow it down and turn it into a minor matter.

Only this man, black people listen to him, and white people are afraid of him.

Chen Yigeng laughed from the side: "In the whole United States, only Mr. Zhao has this kind of reputation."

Neither can Situ Meitang.

Now Situ Meitang has learned to use the law, but Zhao Chuanxin still speaks with his fists.

The Chinese in Chinatown were even more shocked. How come even the usually arrogant New York police officers walked away in despair?

Not long after, the members of the Royal Society were captured.

They were cursing and threatening: "Do you know where this is? Do you know who we are? I won't let you walk around without food..."

Zhao Chuanxin heard his noisy annoyance and waved his hand: "Hit him until he can't speak."

Big Smith was so ruthless that he put on a finger tiger and punched him three times, which made the man's tongue harden.

With the cooperation of Chen Yigeng, not only the members of the Royalist Society were uncovered, but also people from Hip Sing Tong were arrested.

At this moment, a carriage came in a hurry.

A white man got off the car and didn't even dare to delay in announcing his home. He ran and squeezed into the crowd and shouted: "Mr. Zhao, wait, I am a representative sent by Secretary of State Philander Knox. I want to talk to you." Talk."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at this man and frowned.

It looks like Philander Knox has stepped up.

No wonder the railways planned by American capital outside the border are progressing rapidly.

In the next few years, the United States will still follow Ronaldo's big stick policy, but with the addition of gold dollarism.

It was not easy for Zhao Chuanxin to hold a big stick and speak like honey, so he implemented Jinyuanism, which used money and material interests as the main driving force to seize overseas markets and colonial privileges.

Philander Knox is a powerful executive, even more competent than the current president of the United States.

"explain."

"No matter who Mr. Zhao wants to deal with, these people deserve to be convicted. Mr. Knox means that they should be arrested and sentenced."

Philander Knox is undoubtedly smart.

He reacted so quickly, so he must have arranged manpower in New York a long time ago. Once Zhao Chuanxin appears to cause trouble, he will be notified immediately.

As for the prohibition that Da Luo once issued, just listen to it. Will Zhao Chuanxin obediently abide by it?

Besides, people have already left and the tea is cold.

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the restrained royalists and told them: "I am Zhao Chuanxin."

The expressions of these people changed slightly.

Someone scratched his head and said, "Even if you are Zhao Chuanxin, you can't kill people without reason."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "I can."

After saying that, point it towards his forehead.

There were blood spots on the forehead of this man, and his body was limp.

The black man holding him down took a breath and said in a loud voice: "Dead."

The crowd was in an uproar.

The representative sent by Philander Knox pursed his lips and hesitated to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Kang Youwei doesn't do human affairs, and you all deserve to die if you work as an aide."

This time no one dared to shout, everyone bowed their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "It is urgent to rectify your royalist association. Odd numbers die, even numbers survive."

In troubled times, important codes should be used.

As Zhao Chuanxin spoke, he moved sideways and nodded his forehead.

The person who was hit died immediately.

The people behind saw him and began to struggle violently.

One of them, who was about to die, exploded with great potential, broke free from the two people who were restraining him, and tried to escape.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Lugang M1907.

call out.

This man had a bloody hole in the back of his head and threw himself forward.

Shen Dengjia let out a bad breath, but this kind of execution made him uneasy.

He has determined that the murderous man in front of him is the legendary butcher of the Far East - Zhao Chuanxin.

No wonder Westerners call him the Butcher.

Killing chickens and cows may not be so enjoyable.

The Chinese people around were so frightened that this man actually resorted to lynching. The major gangs in Chinatown might also resort to lynching, but they did not dare to be so blatant.

Zhao Chuanxin moved very quickly and finished tapping the remaining foreheads in a moment.

No one knows what he has on his finger or why someone would die at the slightest bit.

The scene is not scary, but it is very stressful, especially for those with ulterior motives and bad intentions.

Zhao Chuanxin used his vocal organ to speak in Chinese to the Chinese people watching in Chinatown: "It is not easy for Chinese people to survive overseas. Zhao cannot see Chinese people being bullied, but what he hates even more is those who specialize in cheating his compatriots, like this Loyalist Society. If you are not united, I will help you unite.”

I get angry just thinking about it. Later, Bangzi also encountered turmoil in the United States. Black people gathered together and wanted to rob Bangzi Street.

Bangzi rose up to resist and killed the black mob until they cried for their fathers and mothers.

If you were a Chinese, they would stick to the survival strategy of having more children and raising more people, so you could survive one person, two others, two people, and three others.

Luzon, Indonesia, the United States, Mexico...

There are countless examples, and they always go unanswered.

Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

After leaving Chinatown, Zhao Chuanxin ordered people to disperse.

He took Big Smith, Abraham Cohen. Thomas W. Lawson and a few others walked.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the food truck owned by Xinghui Catering Company, and the figure of Rebecca Levi busy in the food truck suddenly appeared in his mind.

Feeling tired, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "You all can go, I'll take a stroll by myself."

"But..." Jesse Livermore wanted to speak.

Thomas W. Lawson grabbed him: "Then let's go first."

After taking a few steps, Jesse Livermore said dissatisfied: "What are you pulling me for? I want to tell Mr. Zhao something."

"We'll talk about it later. Furthermore, what you want to say is that the economic recovery of the United States and France is booming, and it's time to go short again?" Thomas W. Lawson curled his lips.

"Ah this..." Jesse Livermore still liked to short the market and was told what he was thinking.

Historically, despite the rapid development of the world economy in recent years, he has always been short-selling and lost everything several times, but he has always managed to make a comeback.

"There is a saying in China: a leaf covers the eyes." Thomas W. Lawson said: "You only see the economic trends, but do not pay attention to the military aspects of each country. Don't you notice something is wrong? I think, There is going to be a war. Once the war starts, let alone shorting, the economy will develop rapidly. Now it is the United States and France. If there is a war, German industry and commerce will rise again. Mr. Zhao is good at war. Dao, do you think he will approve of you? "

Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson were at odds.

The two camps of Abraham Cohen and the Smith brothers are also at odds with each other.

Once out of Zhao Chuanxin's sight, the two of them groaned and parted ways.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Marcus Nkrumah money and asked him to buy food from the dining car.

When the big black man heard about eating, his eyes lit up.

Zhao Chuanxin found an unkempt old beggar on the street corner.

He walked over and sat down next to the beggar.

The beggar turned his head to look at him, and Zhao Chuanxin realized that this man turned out to be a Chinese.

"What's wrong, man, how did you end up like this?" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at the beggar.

The beggar also bared his teeth: "When happiness and sorrow come, there are many things that are full of knowledge. I am not destitute, I finally see through it."

"If you see through it, you can go to work and work hard. If you see through it, do you have to beg for food?" Zhao Chuanxin handed him a cigarette, and beggars were welcome to come.

"You don't understand. Among beggars, there are snake beggars, poetry beggars, ringing beggars, etc. Snake beggars play snakes, monkey beggars play monkeys, poetry beggars are the most literary, and ringing beggars are the most elegant. I am the ringing beggar, and this is my beggar. ”

After that, the beggar took out a suona and said: "After listening to my music, if you generously give up some money and stingyly give you bread, it will be considered as a reward for your work. You can't underestimate me."

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised when he saw it, but he believed it: "The suona is good. The Western musician Beethoven played the piano all night, and Zhao couldn't understand his sadness. But as soon as the suona sounded, Zhao knew that he had to follow suit." "

"Haha, maybe Beethoven asked the suona to send him away." The old beggar laughed and changed the topic: "Young man, I see how angry you are on your brows and how evil you are all over your body. If you don't restrain yourself, this whole body will The evil spirit will make you crazier and crazier than an old beggar."

"Then how do you want to crack it?" Zhao Chuanxin looked amused.

The old beggar smiled and said: "Everything has its cycle. Rage is due to lack of ability, and evil spirit is due to excessive reliance on external things. Once there is insufficient ability or external things, you will have cramps. Bone pain.

A gentleman is happy when things are in order, but a villain is always sad when he is about to die.

You try your best and accept that things will backfire, which is the movement of the Tao.

Young people, don't let the people who make you gnash your teeth disappear in the great destiny of heaven and man. "

A rare look of confusion appeared on Zhao Chuanxin's face.