Mexico City, the executioner general Victoriano Huerta was furious after hearing the report from his subordinates: "Three hundred people, fighting ten or twenty people, actually lost?"
The subordinate scratched his head and was about to correct himself. He said he was not going to hit more than ten or twenty people, but just one person.
But then I thought about it, reporting like this was purely out of comfort.
He also didn’t believe that one person could beat away three hundred heavily armed rural patrol policemen.
So he stood aside and said nothing.
Victoriano Huerta really wants to send troops to encircle and suppress him, but recently Emiliano Zapata has really given him a headache. He has acquired many new weapons, and the snowball is getting bigger and bigger. There is no difference in time.
"Did John Constantine support which side of the uprising? Or against Dias?"
"No."
"Then let him first Live for a while longer."
......
Zhao Chuanxin inserted a temporary eye at the Rio Grande. On his way back, he skipped the mountain road and took the waterway directly to the sea, crossing the Gulf of Mexico. Heading north across the Atlantic Ocean to New York.
By the way, eye No. 22 was inserted in Torreon City.
Three thousand seventy-eight hundred kilometers, Zhao Chuanxin ran for three and a half hours, arrived in Lower Bay, New York, traveled upstream along the Hudson River, and directly arrived at Eason Manor in North Tarrytown without any hassle. The slightest bit of faith.
It was already midnight.
Zhao Chuanxin felt a little tired after not sleeping for more than twenty-four hours.
He immediately took out a cigarette lighter, smoked one 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 is a bicycle similar in appearance to the third generation Youlong.
Yes, it is a bicycle, with pedals, a thin iron shell, a chain, and wheels...
The second drawing shows the flying crow, which is exactly what it is. It is the original rocket recorded in Ming history books.
There are all kinds of weird things like big firecrackers at the back.
After the design was completed, Zhao Chuanxin went to bed and slept on the pillow.
The next day, the maid was shocked when she came to clean the room.
Zhao Chuanxin was fast asleep on the bed, with messy objects placed on the floor.
The maid was in her thirties and still had charm. She was wearing a maid uniform. She saw that the master was naked except for boxer briefs, with sharp muscles and a beard. Her face turned red.
I wanted to exit, but I couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and said to myself: I'll get closer and tidy up the ashtray on the bedside table.
When she got closer, her buttocks suddenly tightened, but she was held down by a big hand.
The maid almost screamed when she saw the man on the bed with his eyes wide open and looking at her angrily. He pressed her butt with one hand and made a fist with the other hand as if he would hit her at any time.
She was scared and weakly shouted: "Master."
Zhao Chuanxin let go, her tense body relaxed, and she lay down again: "Ask Freddy to prepare Chinese breakfast for me."
The maid felt a little disappointed when she saw him let go of his hand: "Yes, sir."
A pure man, a good man, and a strong-blooded man are not enough to describe him.
Not long after, Zhao Chuanxian got up, washed up and went to the restaurant.
Freddie Pavitt stood respectfully beside him and bowed slightly.
Zhao Chuanxin, who was in charge of so many things, sat down and started eating. He made twenty-five meat buns, seven tea eggs, three bowls of gruel, and four stacks of pickles.
The serving maid was dumbfounded.
How big is your belly? Can it hold so many things?
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, he said to Freddie Pavitt: "First contact Abraham and ask him to find a man named Shen Dengjia in the New York Police Department, fish him out, and ask him about it. Where is the Loyalist headquarters in New York?"
Freddy Pavitt resigned.
Zhao Chuanxin came to the yard and saw the big black man Marcus Nkrumah.
"Master." Marcus Nkrumah grinned and said happily.
Zhao Chuanxin nodded.
The Ethan Manor at this time is the most beautiful. The villa is quiet, the sculptures are standing tall, the Hudson River is shining brightly in the distance, the towering mountains are shrouded in white mist, the courtyard is lined with green plants, the grass is green, and the turtles are there. The bricks and flowers on the back are caulked, and the air is fresh and refreshing.
In addition, artificial ax chiseling lacks aura. In fact, people prefer regular scenery. This is due to nature.
Zhao Chuanxin took out a deck chair and sat down, and Marcus Nkrumah had the sense to bring a footrest for him.
At this time, a big dog with a black body and a yellow mouth ran up and barked at Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin went up and slapped the dog in the face, slapping the dog's mouth and saying, "Get out."
Marcus Nkrumah felt sorry for him, but he didn't dare to say it. He stepped forward and grabbed the dog's head: "Don't disturb the master."
Forcibly dragged the dog away.
Zhao Chuanxin was rarely leisurely, so he simply took off his silk shirt to bask in the sun.
Unfortunately, his body is destined to never get tan no matter how hard he tans, so there is no need to dream about wheat-colored skin.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said to Xingyue: "No, our fake third-generation dragon cannot be that simple. You can then design some complicated and useless structures, and add the divine fire crow launcher and mark on it. Qin machine gun."
Xingyue asked: "What about the power?"
"No, the power is the pedal."
Xingyue. : "..."
Zhao Chuanxin spent two days in the sun at Ethan Manor.
The next day, Abraham Cohen finally wrote a letter saying that Shen Dengjia had been fished out.
Zhao Chuanxin brought Marcus Nkrumah to New York, 169 Grand Street, Xinghui Catering Company.
Abraham Cohen, Andrew Miller, Brothers Smith, ArthurGompers, Jesse Livermore, Thomas W. Lawson and others were all present.
"Mr. Zhao."
Everyone at the entrance of Xinghui Catering Company shook hands with Zhao Chuanxin who got off the car one by one, attracting the attention of passers-by.
The last person is a middle-aged Chinese, he is Shen Dengjia.
After being fished out by this group of people this morning, Shen Dengjia was in a daze, not knowing who could save 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, and the pastor of the Chamber Pot God Cult. There are big short sellers on Wall Street, there are financial giants...
Everyone has a great background.
But they were so respectful to a tall Chinese man that they 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.
His eyes were indifferent, and he could tell at a glance that he regarded human life as nothing.
He was expressionless and indifferent to everyone's excitement.
Then, Abraham Cohen introduced Zhao Chuanxin: "This is Shen Dengjia."
Then he said to Shen Dengjia: "Mr. Zhao asked us to rescue you."< /p>
Shen Dengjia hurriedly handed over his hand: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for your great kindness. I will never forget it."
A personal name suddenly appeared in his mind, but he was not sure about it.
He asked: "Mr. Zhao, why did you save me?"
Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar, and Thomas W. Lawson quickly lit it with a match.
Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Shen Dengjia coldly: "It was Tan Yingzong from the royalist association in Torreon, Mexico."
Then, he ignored him and told Brother Smith He said to Abraham Cohen: "Take someone with you and follow me to find the people from the Royal Society."
Shen Dengjia was not worried and just watched.
In just a moment, more than fifty black and white strong men gathered on Grand Street.
Many people have bulging bags on their waists, and gun holsters are vaguely visible.
Shen Dengjia was speechless.
Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's go."
The group marched into Chinatown in great force.
When you arrive 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 seeing Zhao Chuanxin, the leader said excitedly: "Mr. Zhao?"
The person who came was none other than Chen Yigeng, whom Zhao Chuanxin had pretended to be and caused trouble in New York.
Zhao Chuanxin smiled a little and nodded.
Chen Yigeng asked: "Mr. Zhao, are you..."
"Looking for the Royal Society."
Chen Yigeng understood, clenched his fist and said: "The Royal Society, those sons of bitches, should have been eradicated long ago. In the past year, the Royal Society and Hip Sing Tong have colluded and bullied the market."
Both sides. He talked as he walked, and in a moment he came to the door of the company that saved the Qing Emperor.
Zhao Chuanxin said: "Catch the person."
The commotion here was very loud. 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 watching the 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. When he saw that each of these people was fierce and violent, his mouth suddenly turned bitter.
Zhao Chuanxin raised his fingers: "Let him 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 extra 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 their anger and turn big problems into trivial matters.
Only this man, the black ones obey him, and the white ones are afraid of him.
Chen Yigeng laughed from the side: "In the whole United States, Mr. Zhao is the only one with this kind of card."
Situ Meitang is not good either.
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 arrested.
They cursed and threatened: "Do you know where this is? Do you know who we are? I want you to walk around without food..."
Zhao Chuan Xin listened to his noisy annoyance and waved his hand: "Hit him, hit him until he can't speak."
Big Smith was ruthless, put on a finger tiger, and punched three times, the man's tongue was almost hard. .
With the cooperation of Chen Yigeng, not only the members of the Royalist Society were uncovered, but also people from Hip Sing Hall were arrested.
At this moment, a carriage came in a hurry.
A white man got out of 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 a minute, I am Secretary of State Philander Knox." The representative is here to talk to you."
Zhao.Chuan Xin glanced at this man and frowned.
It seems that Philander Knox has taken over.
No wonder the railways planned by American capital outside China 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 talk like honey, so he implemented the Jinyuanism with 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.
"Say."
"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."
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Philander Knox is undoubtedly smart.
He reacted so quickly, so he must have arranged manpower in New York long ago. Once Zhao Chuanxin appears to cause trouble, he will be notified immediately.
As for the prohibition issued by Da Luo, 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 members of the royalist assembly who were held down and told them: "I am Zhao Chuanxin."
The expressions of these people changed slightly.
Someone scratched their heads and said: "Even if you are Zhao Chuanxin, you can't kill people without reason."
Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "I can."
< p>After speaking, point it towards his forehead.This man had multiple blood spots between his eyebrows and his body was limp.
The black man holding him down took a breath and breathed loudly: "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 for working as a traitor."
No one dared to make a noise this time, everyone bowed their heads.
Zhao Chuanxin continued: "It is urgent to rectify your royalist association. The odd number dies, the even number survives."
In troubled times, heavy codes should be used.
Zhao Chuanxin moved sideways as he spoke, and the other person nodded his head.
The person who is clicked will die immediately.
The people behind saw him and began to struggle violently.
One of them, before dying, exploded with great potential, broke free from the two people restraining him and tried to escape.
Zhao Chuanxin took out Lugang m1907.
Phew.
The man had a bloody hole in the back of his head and threw himself forward.
Shen Dengjia was angry, 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 very frightened. 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 he 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 thrilling, 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. , just like this Loyalist Association. If you are not united, I will help you unite."
I feel angry just thinking about it. Later, Bangzi also encountered turmoil in the United States, and black people gathered 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 to survive. If one person was killed, there would be two others, and if two people were killed, there would be three others.
Luzon, Indonesia, the United States, Mexico...
There are countless examples, and they often go unanswered.
Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."
After leaving Chinatown, Zhao Chuanxin ordered the people to disperse.
He brought Big Smith and Abraham Cohen with him. 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 I want to talk.
Thomas W. Lawson pulled him: "Then let's go first."
After taking a few steps, Jesse Livermore said dissatisfied: "You pull me What to do? I want to tell Mr. Zhao something."
"Moreover, what you want to say is that the economic recovery of the United States and France is high, and it is time to go short again." Thomas W. Lawson pouted.
"Ah this..." Jesse Livermore still likes to short the market, and he was told what he was thinking.
Historically, in the past few years, when the world economy has developed rapidly, he has always been short-selling and lost everything several times, but he has always been able 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 Don't you notice something is wrong? I think that once the war starts, let alone short selling, the economy will develop rapidly. If the war breaks out, German industry and commerce will rise again. Wouldn't you be looking for death? ? Mr. Zhao is good at war, do you think he will approve of you?"
Between Jesse Livermore and Thomas W. Lawson?There are contradictions.
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 guy 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 wisdom. I am not destitute, I finally see through it."
"If you see through it, you can work and work hard. Do you have to ask for food if you see through it?" Zhao Chuanxin handed him a cigarette, and the beggar did not refuse.
"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. , this is my beggar."
After that, the beggar took out a suona and said: "After listening to my music, giving up some money generously and giving bread stingily can be regarded as a reward for your work. Hui, you can’t underestimate me.”
Zhao Chuanxin was surprised when he saw it, but he thought it was good: “The suona is good, even the Western musician Beethoven played the piano all night, and Zhao couldn’t understand him. But as soon as the suona sounded, Zhao knew he had to respond. "Haha, maybe Beethoven sent him away with the suona." The old beggar laughed. Turn: "Young man, I see how angry you are between your brows and how evil you are. If you don't control the evil energy all over your body, this evil energy will make you even 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 own cycle. Violence is due to lack of ability, evil spirit is due to relying too much on external things, relying too much on ability and external things. Once there is insufficient ability, it may leave you." When you leave, you will have the pain of cramping and pulling out your bones.
A gentleman is happy when things go smoothly, but a villain is always sad when things go wrong.
You try your best and accept that things go against your wishes. The so-called rebellion is the movement of the Tao.
Young man, don’t let the people who make you gnash your teeth disappear in the great destiny of heaven and man.”
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