Don't mention it, ever since the glass in the corridor was sucked to pieces by the Fuhu Ring, the northeast wind of level 2 has been blowing, and the wind has penetrated through the cracks in the door. Even as strong as Zhao Chuanxin, his skin will feel trembling. .
At first, he teased the little widow. After a while, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't stand it anymore and ran to the balcony to practice balancing skills to warm up his body.
When Abao saw him getting out of bed, he quickly got on the bed and wrapped himself in a thick quilt to occupy the floor. Then she burped, and her mouth was filled with the taste of sea cucumber and leeks.
She was lying on the bed unable to sleep. She always felt that she had missed something. After thinking about it carefully, she found that in the nook and cranny of her memory, she found that the word "forgot" was written all over it. Not only was the body still cold, it seemed that because she left in such a hurry, she hadn't collected it yet.
A Bao suddenly sat up and became restless.
Zhao Chuanxin finished practicing a set, and when he saw her like this, he asked out of curiosity, "Gahha, I was shocked."
A Bao opened the quilt and put on his shoes, "No, I Now I have to go find Hu Gengtang to find out the news. I have to rush back to Taihu."
Zhao Chuanxin scratched his collarbone and said, "Why are you so anxious?"
A Bao Zhi. Pursing his lips, "I haven't gone to collect the body of my late husband yet."
Zhao Chuanxin lit another cigarette, "Everyone will die, but not everyone has lived. There is no greatness before death." You are a bastard, what does it matter if you don't take it back after you die?"
A Bao was shocked, feeling that the perverted monk's words were full of Zen ideas sometimes.
But she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart.
"No. I'm going now."
Seeing her insistence, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "Do you know what kind of person Hu Gentang is? Have you ever dealt with him?"
"This" Abao hesitated, "My subordinates have dealt with him, and I have only heard about it a little bit."
"Tell me, who is Hu Gentang"
"He came to Hankou when he was 13 years old and made a living by relying on salt stamps. It is said that this man is unkempt. He wears cloth clothes and shoes with patches piled on top of each other all year round. He washes his face without a towel and uses a cloth towel. He picks up the food thrown away by his family and heats it up to continue eating. , Roll your own cigarettes, it can be said that you cherish your money as much as your life."
Zhao Chuanxin took a breath, and even the room became warmer.
“I’m so ruthless, I’m so invulnerable”
A Bao frowned, “There’s one more thing. Although this person loves money as much as life, he is lustful by nature and often It’s common to linger in a romantic place and forget to leave, and spend a lot of money there, but you don’t care.”
I don’t want to give up food or clothes, I only want to go whoring
Zhao Chuan. Xin gave a thumbs up, "You are really a kind-hearted person, a role model for the world."
"Bah" Abao dismissed it, "Not a good thing, just like you."
" Who are you scolding?" Zhao Chuanxin's nostrils turned upward. "When you go to a romantic place, it's usually the girls who spend a lot of money to buy the laughter of poor monks."
In fact, in this century, Zhao Chuanxin has never been to a romantic place.
"You" Abao is really dumbfounding.
She was already dressed, and after shivering, she hesitated a little.
I glanced at Zhao Chuanxin and saw that Zhao Chuanxin was leaning against the window frame and smoking without any expression.
She looked at the dark sky outside and whispered, "You, are you going?"
Zhao Chuanxin folded his hands, puffed thin smoke upwards, and said lightly, "Please, please." "I"
Abao is the strongest in his life, how can he be willing to ask for it
"Huh, wishful thinking"
"Haha, go ahead yourself"
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A Bao stamped his foot and pushed the door open.
Although there were electric lights in the corridor, it was silent and no one could be seen. There were only broken glass on the floor, splashes of soil from broken flower pots, and spots of dripping blood.
The cold wind blew through the window into the corridor.
Alone, she felt inexplicably timid.
She quickly came to the stairs and walked down the stairs.
As soon as I arrived at the lobby, I saw a group of policemen wearing wicker hats and blue uniforms rushing in with rifles in their hands.
A Bao saw that the situation was not good, so he turned back.
At this time, a waiter pointed at Abao and said, "This woman came with the monk, they are in the same group."
The French patrolman immediately raised his gun He turned around and pointed at Po, "Stop, if you run again we'll shoot."
Po's team of Taihu pirates also had fast guns, but of course they were small in number.
At least, she understood what the gun meant, so she stopped and felt miserable.
Is it possible that we are going to die in the hands of foreign devils today
I heard that foreigners are not good people. Some pretty female prisoners who fall into their hands may not be able to escape their clutches. They may be worse than that perverted monk. hateful.
Sure enough, under the crystal chandelier, Abao's pale pink face looked very bright.
She stayed in the bandits' den all year round. Although she could dress up, she didn't trim her forehead like she did outside. She had two thick braids swinging on both sides, and she still had some baby fat on her face.
The "non-mainstream" style at this time is rare and beautiful in the eyes of Zhao Chuanxin and the Frenchman.
Especially her big feet, coupled with years of martial arts training, make her look very healthy and well-proportioned.
The French patrolman’s eyes lit up and he walked towards her with a gun in hand, pretending to arrest her, but he tried to grab A Bao’s hand.
A Bao put his hands behind his back and avoided it.
When the French patrolman saw this, he became angry and glared, "If you dare to resist arrest, give her some trouble."
He pointed at a Vietnamese patrolman and said.
There were about thirty people patrolling the scene, including whites, Vietnamese, and Chinese.
In the concession, the white patrol officers were naturally treated the best. Not only did they receive the highest salary, but they also had a library specially prepared for them, a billiard room for entertainment, and the opportunity to go out and have fun.
The second is the Vietnamese patrol, and finally the ChinesePeople patrolling.
This is how the levels are divided.
The Vietnamese patrolman was like a ferocious monkey, glaring with bull's eyes, scolding and raising his hands, wanting to slap Po.
A Bao is invincible in the Taihu Lake area, and he doesn't even look down on the police.
How could she be willing to suffer such a disadvantage?
So, she used jujitsu and swayed her waist to hide away. At the same time, she subconsciously raised her leg and kicked the Vietnamese patrolman with the toe of her shoe. Tibia.
Usually when there is a conflict, all it takes is a kick like this to make him pounce.
It’s just that she forgot that the pair of shoes she is wearing now were bought for her by Zhao Chuanxin, and there is no iron on the top of the shoes.
The original pair of small boots had already been thrown away by Zhao Chuanxin. At that time, he also slandered her and said that her feet were smelly and that the boots were smelly too
So although this foot was heavy, , but still within the range of patrol in Vietnam.
After being kicked, the Vietnamese patrolman was furious. He picked up his baton and wanted to beat Po.
A Bao was blocked at the entrance of the stairs, unable to escape, so he wanted to raise his forearms to resist, feeling very helpless.
However, she would rather lose her arm than let foreigners take advantage of her.
A Bao has raised his forearm, but does not feel any pain.
Because one hand held the solid wood baton that had been smashed down.
A Bao looked up in shock and saw a smiling face looking at him. The tall figure blocked the Vietnamese patrol and also covered himself. Who else could it be but the perverted monk Cheng Kun< /p>
Not only was Abao unaware of where Zhao Chuanxin came from, these patrol officers were also confused.
It was as if Zhao Chuanxin suddenly appeared without any warning.
Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the Vietnamese policeman’s baton, but turned around and smiled at the Frenchman, “My little widow, you haven’t touched me yet, but you want to do that?” I want to touch it with only one hand."
In the past, if Zhao Chuanxin was so talkative, Abao would definitely be angry.
At this moment, I felt a sense of peace of mind.
That cheeky smiling face turns out to be so inviting; that tall body is so reassuring.
She was so clever that she seemed to be Zhao Chuanxin’s little widow. She stuck her head out under Zhao Chuanxin’s arm and pointed at the French patrolman’s left hand, “He is left-handed, that’s the hand. ”
The Vietnamese patrolman wanted to withdraw his baton, but the baton was as solid as cast iron.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly exerted force, and the force was like an overwhelming force. The black monkey-like Vietnamese patrolman was unable to resist at all. The baton was pulled away directly, and the friction on his palms was burning and painful.
With lightning speed, Zhao Chuanxin picked up the stick and struck the French patrolman's left wrist.
Crack
"Ouch!" The French patrolman screamed in pain.
Zhao Chuanxin took back his baton and quickly struck it on the right shoulder of the French patrolman.
French policeman eats pain pineThe quick gun dropped from his hand and shoulder.
Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his left hand and caught it firmly below.
The baton in his right hand was swung sideways. The French patrolman's cheeks were deformed, and his two molars were mixed with blood and water rising into the sky.
These two actions are coherent.
Zhao Chuanxin threw away his baton and skillfully and quickly pulled the bolt of the Lebel 1886 rifle. Bang
The French policeman behind him had just taken out his Marseillaise 1892 revolver. Before he could take aim, Zhao Chuanxin shot him in the head.
Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward, caught the fallen Marseillaise 1892 wheel, and quickly fired a shot at the third French policeman who also held a gun.
This gun is double-action, and Zhao Chuanxin doesn’t like double-action.
His movements were too fast, seriously injuring one person and killing two people in lightning speed.
Everyone is still in a state of confusion.
A Bao has seen Zhao Chuanxin kill people before, but this time it was obviously different. Zhao Chuanxin did not use that powerful weapon or spell, but it was still so sharp that it made people breathless.
The Vietnamese patrolman rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin, trying to attack him from behind.
The smart gyroscope vibrated, and Zhao Chuanxin became aware. Without looking back, he held the gun in his right hand and stretched it into his left armpit.
Bang
But it hit the Vietnamese patrolman directly.
Double-action wheel, when shooting, because the trigger needs to be pulled to drive the hammer, the rate of fire is extremely slow.
But Zhao Chuanxin's power was too great, and it had a single-action effect.
Bang bang bang
The bullets were emptied all at once.
It’s just that the caliber of this gun is not good, and its lethality is limited. Not only did the two people who were shot not die, they even rushed forward to fight back.
Zhao Chuanxin threw La Marseillaise 1892 out casually, hitting one person in the head and making stars shine in his eyes.
Then he stepped forward, leaping forward and crossing his elbows.
duang
Knocked down one person.
The people behind did not carry guns, but rushed up with batons. Some people saw that the situation was not good and ran away. The scene was chaotic for a time.
For some reason, Zhao Chuanxin did not use his own weapons.
With a tip of his toe, he picked up Lebel 1886, which he had thrown away, and quickly pulled the bolt.
Bang
The first person fell, and the second person no longer gave Zhao Chuanxin time to pull the bolt.
Zhao Chuanxin held the handguard, turned the handle of the gun, and swung it horizontally. Not only did he knock the Vietnamese patrolman's baton away, but he also broke the bridge of his nose.
It is as powerful as a sword and no one can stop it.
The Vietnamese patrolman screamed and backed away, covering his broken nose that was bleeding.
Lebel 1886, the standard rifle equipped by the French army, is too bulky and inconvenient to load.
Zhao Chuanxin touched it, but after just one try he lost interest.
He casually pulled out the Lindbergh bayonet from the front of Lebel 1886 and stepped forward.One step forward, pushing the Vietnamese patrolman's chest forward.
Another Vietnamese patrolman slapped his companion on the back with a stick. Zhao Chuanxin thrust out Lin Bai’s bayonet from the side, once, twice, and three times
The Vietnamese behind him The patrolman's body collapsed. His internal organs were damaged and he was 100% unlikely to survive.
Why three swords will lead to death
Because this Lindbergh bayonet is cross-shaped when viewed from the tip, which is what people often call a "four-edged bayonet".
This thing is so cruel. If you stab it three times and pierce it deeply, you will basically not be able to survive. Even if it doesn't hit the vital point, in this era, it is difficult for wounds to heal, and the probability of infection without antibiotics is too high.
At first, Zhao Chuanxin was not interested in playing with the Lebel 1886, but he was very interested in the Lindbergh bayonet hanging with the gun.
Of course, he generally doesn't need it.
The Vietnamese policeman fell down after being stabbed three times. Zhao Chuanxin stabbed the Vietnamese policeman with the knife horizontally, pierced the neck of the pushing Vietnamese policeman, kicked him away, and the blood from his artery spurted out. Far.
Rolling on the spot, Zhao Chuanxin picked up a baton on the ground with his left hand, held it against another baton from the French patrol, and stabbed him in the abdomen steadily and hard with the bayonet of Lin Bai in his right hand. .
Scoff
The French patrolman suffered from severe pain in his abdomen and howled miserably on the spot.
Zhao Chuanxin poked and stabbed him three times in a row to prevent him from losing resistance.
The rabbit rises and the falcon falls, and Zhao Chuanxin kills many people in a row with amazing efficiency. The Rudraksha on his neck was swinging, and his bald head was glaring, making him look like a murderous and glaring Vajra without blinking an eye.
All the French policemen present were killed by Zhao Chuanxin. None of the Chinese policemen behind him turned around and ran away.
The salary is lower than that of French and Vietnamese patrol officers, and they are obviously dealing with their own people, and they don't want to fight hard at all.
There are still five or six Vietnamese patrolmen holding batons and shaking their heads in a dilemma.
They were afraid; if they ran away, they would definitely be punished by the French if they turned back.
This is not their country. Even if they escape, they will be out of place in the local area, and they may be captured and taken back in less than half a day.
Zhao Chuanxin straightened up and shook off the blood drops on Lin Bai's bayonet, "Fortunately, the poor monk once learned the moves under the overpass, otherwise he would have been poisoned by you."
< p>A Bao’s eyes were straight from the back.Before, she only thought that Zhao Chuanxin did whatever he wanted because of his magical powers.
After what I saw today, I realized how powerful Zhao Chuanxin was.
This is not a flyover style. The style of fighting in the arena like Abao and others is usually a back-and-forth fight, especially a weapon fight.
But when Zhao Chuanxin faces the enemy, if I go there without you coming, I will usually die if I touch him, and I will be seriously injured if I touch him.
Victory or defeat is only in an instant.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took a step forward, and the group of Vietnamese patrolmen retreated violently.
Zhao Chuanxin smiled contemptuously, bent down to pick up the rifle, and pulled the bolt again.
When a group of Vietnamese patrolmen with batons saw them, they could no longer suppress their fear and turned around and ran away.
But Zhao Chuanxin had already raised his gun and bang
One person fell to the ground.
Throwing away the gun, Zhao Chuanxin turned the Tiger Ring.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
The remaining Vietnamese patrolmen flew backwards towards Zhao Chuanxin.
Bang, bang, bang
Those with batons and various objects in the lobby collided with each other and then towards Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao Chuanxin Zhen's arms, which were holding the shield, were a little numb.
Even he was numb, let alone those Vietnamese patrolmen.
Zhao Chuanxin closed the shield and raised his leg to volley.
With one kick, a patrolman's neck was crooked, and his spine was suddenly broken.
He kicked one at a time and hit the ground with last hits.
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