Zhao Chuanxin put down the newspaper and stood up slowly.
His ten fingers clenched his fists, making a "crack-cack-crack" sound.
He said with a sinister smile, "Very good, I will give you a pillow when you feel sleepy. If I don't beat you out today, my surname will not be Zhao."
As he spoke, he took off his clothes. He took off his suit jacket and threw it to Bayar.
The American who called Zhao Chuanxin a "yellow pig" was pulled by Zhao Chuanxin's wrist with lightning speed, pushed, pulled and tossed, and the man's arm was dislocated.
"Ah" he screamed, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him, and his voice suddenly stopped.
This slap was delivered with hatred, knocking the Yankee's body into shock and hitting the foreign devil at the table next to him.
The two Americans behind him came forward to help and besieged Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and received two moderately heavy punches on the chest. Compared with the heavy hammer-like pain caused by rifle bullets hitting the steel armor, it was almost like scratching an itch. superficial.
He drew his bow from left to right and slapped his elbows. The left and right cheeks of the two were visibly swollen.
But Zhao Chuanxin did not kill him, so he had to fight an eye for an eye and take his time.
He grabbed one person’s head and pressed it toward the small dining table.
Bang
There were cries and howls in the first-class carriage. Not only the three people who were beaten, the other passengers were also frightened.
A Yankee jumped up and threw himself behind Zhao Chuanxin.
The American tried to drag Zhao Chuanxin down from behind. His feet left the ground and he fell hard.
However, Zhao Chuanxin's tall body stood rooted to the ground and remained motionless.
Instead, his right hand went around the back of the neck, grabbed the other person's hair, and forcefully pulled the American down.
He reached out, took out the scepter of salvation, and struck the Yankee's teeth with the end of the stick.
Knock it down one by one.
The image of Tan Jinyong, extremely angry and jumping into the river in despair after being humiliated, lingered in Zhao Chuanxin's mind.
Remembering that sentence, he bared his teeth and said with a smile, "All Americans will be beaten, no one is exception."
The foreigners in the carriage were silent.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Sir, please respect yourself, Americans are human beings too."
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned around, raised his head and laughed, "Hahaha, that's wrong. Americans are not human beings. Even Americans deserve to say that. You are also an American."
"No, I am British."
Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and asked every word. "You have to stand up for him"
The British man looked around and saw the anger shared by the other foreigners in the first-class carriage.
He suddenly stood up, "Everyone, this lunatic, if we don't stop him, all of us will be in danger."
Zhao Chuanxin looked around, half of the people were indifferent, and some were indifferent. Six or seven people stood up at the same time and gathered towards the man.
One of them took out a revolver and said in a deep voice"Sir, please stop the violence immediately, or I will shoot."
At this time, there were no security checks on trains. Even in the 21st century, some European countries still do not have security checks on trains.
Zhao Chuanxin took out the Mosin-Nagant runner and fired a shot, the second shot coming first.
Bang
The man’s fingers were broken and the wheel in his hand fell to the ground.
A man next to him bent down to pick it up. Zhao Chuanxin waited happily. When the other man picked up the gun, he waved his hand and shot it again.
Bang
The index finger breaks off in the middle.
"Ah"
The gun fell to the ground again, and no one dared to pick it up. The few people who stood up raised their hands to express surrender.
They surrendered to the round gun method.
Bayar Beer did not expect that Zhao Chuanxin also had a pistol. He had never seen him use it before.
The Mosin Nagant wheel spun around in his fingers, Zhao Chuanxin put it away, walked over and picked up the revolver gun on the ground.
He looked at everyone and said, "I am Chinese."
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why.
Zhao Chuanxin continued, "Today, I will humiliate you."
Everyone ""
Zhao Chuanxin saw a person with a whip on his waist. These gadgets are very common nowadays and are used for self-defense.
He grabbed it and beat those people on their heads and faces.
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Those people ran away holding their heads.
Zhao Chuanxin flipped the Dragon Capturing Ring, and the foreigner who had fled to the carriage door rolled back and flew back.
This man was lying head down, and Zhao Chuanxin grabbed one of his legs.
Zhao Chuanxin took the whip and whipped it in the middle.
"Ouch"
A scream as shrill as a wolf's howl sounded, and the man transformed into a crotch-covering man. His face was as red as a pig's mouth and mushrooms were allergic to, and his eyes were so dazzling. Out of eyes.
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"Ouch"
The rest of the people ignored the men and women and clamped their legs together in sympathy.
The sun shone through the car window, but it was not enough. Zhao Chuanxin released another particle stream. He cracks his whip frequently and his endurance is endless.
Whoever wanted to run away would pull the Dragon Capturing Ring to suck them back.
The rest of the people in the carriage either covered their mouths or screamed, trembling with fear.
Zhao Chuanxin whipped him for a while, then took out the rope and threw it to Bayar Bol'e, "Old man, tie these people up for me."
Bayar Bol'e is really obedient. , act immediately.
It’s just that he didn’t know how to tie people’s hands and feet, so he tied six people back to back in a group.
Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck, jumped on the seat, and began to take off his belt.
Wow
Zhao Chuanxin is very healthy, so in addition to the faint smell of ammonia, there is even a fragrance similar to grass.
There was an uproar all around.
"Oh, the cake buyer"
"jes"
"Oh Walter's Fake"
Those people were so humiliated and humiliated in front of everyone, they suddenly felt Life is worse than death.
Zhao Chuanxin played the Hanging Music, fastened his belt buckle, and winked at the foreign horse next to him.
The woman's face turned red when she was caught peeping. Seeing Zhao Chuanxin blinking at her, she actually blinked back.
But her male companion’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he dared not speak out in anger.
A Yankee who was tied up on the ground shouted hysterically, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you."
Zhao Chuanxin cut the rope and put it away She held the knife and hooked her hand at him, "Come here, I'll help you."
As a result, the American yelled loudly when he was tied up, but after he was released, he was obedient and did not dare to step forward.
Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him, "Zhuo Nima, aren't you going to kill me? It's no use giving you a chance."
As he said that, he handed over what he had just picked up. The revolver was handed over, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, come on, shoot."
The Yankee held the gun, his face was green and red.
But how do you put it?
Americans are actually a little less arrogant and a little more rough and savage than the British.
For more than a hundred years, they developed the American continent solely by their brute force.
As soon as the Yankee grits his teeth, he will pull the trigger.
Zhao Chuanxin snatched the gun away in time and slapped him, "I gave you a chance, but you failed. Come on, give you another chance."
Said Then he handed the gun over again.
Yankee ""
He hesitated and wanted to pull the trigger on the Colt saa classic single-action pistol.
However, he seemed not very familiar with guns and did not know that he had to cock the hammer first, otherwise he would just pull the trigger, which would be equivalent to a gun with the safety on but no sound.
Zhao Chuanxin snatched it away again and slapped it away, "I gave you a fucking chance and it still didn't work."
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< p>The Yankee's body began to tremble.Just when he was about to shoot, he had already exhausted all his courage. The adrenaline had withdrawn, and even his pupils were a little dilated.
Zhao Chuanxin spat in his face, took the handle of the revolver and hit him on the head, causing blood to flow profusely.
“The trash, white-skinned pig Americans just need to be beaten up. They are a bunch of filthy, shameless, incompetent, lazy, vile, hateful, shallow, obscene, stupid bitches.”
Because of Zhao Chuan’s salary cut. After the rope was opened, the other person wanted to fight desperately and just got up and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his left arm, held his head down with one palm and said, "Let's go."
Looking at the other party's front door, he kicked towards him. The man was clearly leaning forward. , but his body was kicked backwards by Zhao Chuanxin and flew backwards, knocking down the remaining people.
Zhao Chuanxin walked over, raised his leather shoes, and shined his light on the heads of several people.Face stamped.
For a moment, several people were rolling on the ground begging for mercy with bruises on their noses and swollen faces, and blood coming from their mouths and noses.
"I'll forgive you for being numb. It's still early. If I don't beat you until midnight, do I have the nerve to stop?"
At this time, the woman who Zhao Chuanxin had winked at just now hesitated. She suddenly said, "Sir, this is wrong, it's barbaric."
She thought that Zhao Chuanxin was interested in her, and he could convince the villains with his good looks, and it would inevitably become a good story if word spread about it.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly looked back and rushed five or six meters in one stride.
With lightning speed, he threw his big arm towards the woman's face.
"Pa"
The woman was stunned.
"Do you know why I hit you?"
The woman covered her face, tears welling up in her eyes, and mumbled in aggrieved tone, "No, I don't know."
I didn’t expect that this man would even hit women. < /p>
The woman weakly took the newspaper, her lips trembling to prevent crying, and forced herself to read on.
A Belgian said, "Sir, I can't read."
After saying that, he looked a little proud.
Zhao Chuanxin turned Colt upside down, and without warning, he hit the man on the temple with his handle.
Once, twice, three times and four times
Until the man’s temples were bloody and bloody, he twitched twice on the ground and died.
Zhao Chuanxin rubbed the handle of the gun clean on him, stood up and said, "Damn, I hate seeing such a proud illiterate in my life, you deserve to die." Please remember to bookmark it, the latest and fastest website without anti-theft is free. Read