Chapter 355 Five Lightning Whips

Edith Roosevelt met the mayor.

She said cautiously and cautiously: "Quiet, I don't have time to explain anything else. Just listen to me now."

Although the mayor didn't recognize her, he knew her well.

Edith Roosevelt is an old lady, but her charm is still there. The key is that she possesses a certain aura, which is not what ordinary people should have.

He nodded and said nothing.

Edith Roosevelt said: "My name is Edith Roosevelt. Sir, please listen carefully. My identity will only be revealed to you and no one else will know."

The mayor did not doubt his presence and was shocked: "Madam, why did you come to Kurdex?"

Edith Roosevelt is famous in America.

There are few first ladies as capable, well-known, and as independent as she is in the new era.

Women among the common people regard her as their idol.

The mayor couldn't imagine anyone impersonating her at this critical moment.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Let me ask you, where did this group of people come from?"

The mayor said bitterly: "Who else could it be? A lackey of Standard Oil, headed by Frank Hogani, the security officer of the Rockefeller Foundation."

It was Edith Roosevelt's turn to be shocked when she heard the words "Rockefeller."

"What do they want to do?"

The mayor explained the matter.

Edith Roosevelt clenched her fists.

"It's so audacious and extremely arrogant!"

The mayor is like a bullied child outside, complaining and complaining endlessly, telling how he, the mayor, has no choice but to bow to the evil forces.

"It seems that it is time to deal with this monopoly villain." Edith Roosevelt said through gritted teeth. "Just pretend that I haven't been here and get through this first."

Seeing that Edith Roosevelt was helpless and turned around to leave, the mayor was dumbfounded.

Think about it, this lady is here alone, and her ability to intervene is limited.

I can only place my hope on finding my place afterwards.

After all, Ronaldo is the big boss in the United States.

Alas, there is constant trouble.

Edith Roosevelt rushed back to the hotel lobby before the guards arrived.

She asked directly: "Benjamin, who is your master?"

Benjamin Goldberg instinctively replied: "My master is nobody. He is ordinary, from an ordinary family, has never touched money, has face blindness, and only sets small goals when doing things..."

Edith Roosevelt decided to retract her previous opinion. This child was not worthy of being compared with those ancient heroes.

Isn't this a fool?

She decided to go out for a walk and couldn't sit still and wait for death.

…

After the rain, the sky clears up.

But water levels have risen and rivers are murky.

Zhao Chuanxin has arrived near the town.

He handed Wilhelmina a pistol: "It's loaded, take care of yourself, I'll open the way."

Wilhelmina saw him lighting up his cigar again.

Like a wife whose husband is about to go to war, she carefully arranges the buttons that have been unbuttoned by the heat: "Don't get hurt again."

After walking out of that wolf den, the love and affection in Zhao Chuanxin's heart suddenly diminished.

He laughed dryly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will let you return to the Netherlands safely."

Wilhelmina, who should have been happy when she heard about her "return to the Netherlands", pouted instead.

But again, after leaving the wolf den, in front of outsiders, she was a well-educated queen. She could no longer grab Zhao Chuanxin's ears and scream, "Let's see how the queen deals with you."

Zhao Chuanxin put on the skull mask and looked at Andrew Miller: "I don't want to spare your life so that you can be stabbed in the back at a critical moment. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and left.

Andrew Miller took a deep breath and felt a mountain lifting from his head.

The strength in the legs returns.

He couldn't help but be curious: "Excuse me, are you really the Queen of the Netherlands?"

Wilhelmina looked at Zhao Chuanxin's back in trance: "Yes."

Andrew Miller thought, the Queen of the Netherlands should have a royal husband.

But just now the two of them...

He was speechless. Who was that person?

Haven't you heard that the Dutch prince is Asian?

At the entrance to Kurdex, a group of men stood guard with guns, but overall they were not nervous.

This is because Louis Verweide did not escape.

For the time being, they are just responsible for keeping people from the town out, which is easy.

Suddenly, a person came from a distance.

This man was wearing a cowboy hat, his head lowered, and overalls. He didn't look very wealthy.

Just taller.

A low-level coolie, no one took him seriously.

It wasn't until the man approached that someone held a gun and said lazily: "Hurry over there, and don't come out once you're in."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and raised his head: "I want to show you something."

The man suddenly saw the skull mask and was startled.

Then look at Zhao Chuanxin's palms with lightning splashing out.

The man's attention was drawn: "Are you a magic gypsy?"

Zhao Chuanxin said happily: "No, I am the cook, and I am here to make you medium rare today."

As he spoke, he waved his arm and whipped out a lightning whip.

The remaining people were horrified and hurriedly pulled the bolt of their guns.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his arms and chained the lightning whip. After a crackling sound, the mercenary fell to the ground.

By chance, Edith Roosevelt, who was walking out of the hotel, saw this scene from a distance.

Her eyes widened, not knowing why.

Is this some kind of weapon?

Or magic?

However, Zhao Chuanxin's actions seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest.

Mercenaries surged in from all directions, with loud gunshots.

Edith Roosevelt took cover and hid, brave enough to look around.

She saw Zhao Chuanxin not hiding, holding a huge rifle, pulling the bolt of the gun in an orderly manner, but she didn't see him taking aim, and with a casual shot, a mercenary was shot in the head.

The bullets of this gun are so exaggerated that the head of the person hit will literally explode.

An unknown number of bullets hit him, but he was unhurt.

Instead, he opened fire. Any mercenary who poked his head in would die. His marksmanship was like a god.

Edith Roosevelt was stunned.

Where did the ruthless person come from?

The skull shape on the mask looks like a grinning god of death waiting to harvest life, making a silent mockery.

And the wisps of green smoke emitted by the cigar, mixed with gunpowder smoke, gathered and changed shapes on Zhao Chuanxin's head, demonizing him even more.

When the specially-made sniper rifle was empty of bullets, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired a bolt of lightning.

When Edith Roosevelt saw a mercenary standing up to shoot, he chained the electric chain to his companions nearby, killing three people with a flash of lightning.

The rest were frightened and began to retreat.

A fat man with a sinewy face appeared. He shouted with a tin loudspeaker: "Man across the way, I am Frank Hogani, the chief safety officer of Standard Oil. Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin lightly shrugged his left shoulder. The recoil force of his exclusive large-caliber sniper rifle just now was too great, and the shock wound was aching.

Hearing Frank Hogani's voice, he ignored it and practiced the healing part of the balancing technique on the spot.

Edith Roosevelt was excited.

Finally a hero appeared to punish these villains, although she didn't know his origin.

However, she was stunned in an instant.

Why are you dancing when you are fighting a good fight?

A mercenary said: "Mr. Khogani, look, he is dancing."

Frank Hojani: “…”

Are you fucking kidding me?

But he took a quick glance boldly and felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Are you afraid that Louis Verweide has gone crazy and started to deal with his own people?"

I have never heard of anyone else being so crazy.

"No, sir, Colonel Wellweed is not as formidable as this man."

Frank Hogani was even more angry: "Damn it Louis, where did he die?"

Zhao Chuanxin finished the pain relief.

He blocked the hole in the mask with his arm and walked forward slowly.

Although his steps are more nimble than before,

But in the eyes of Frank Hogani and a group of mercenaries, it was like the aftermath of an earthquake, shocking their hearts every time and giving them indescribable pressure.

Frank Hogani yelled: "What are you doing standing there? Shoot me!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Smoke was everywhere.

Getting closer, everyone could see bullet holes in each other's clothes, and the bullet holes were still smoking.

But no blood showed.

Someone began to collapse: "Mr. Hojani, this man cannot be beaten to death."

Frank Hojani said angrily: "There is no one in the world who cannot be killed. If there is, it is because there are not enough bullets. Keep shooting."

The mercenary glanced at him, turned around and ran away.

What sense of honor can a mercenary have? If you have money, earn it; if you don't, run away. It's a matter of course.

Frank Hojani was so angry that he took out the police revolver he had used when he was fired from the police station, pulled the trigger, and shot the mercenary in the back.

The mercenary fell in a pool of blood.

The rest of the people looked at Frank Hogani's face and changed his face.

Frank Hojani's face was ferocious: "What are you looking at? This is the fate of deserters. I am Rockefeller's chief security officer. Do you want to rebel?"

Hearing him carry out Rockefeller, many mercenaries dared not speak out.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at it with his eyes open. Seeing that the distance was almost there, he took out the filled Ares M1907 submachine gun, pulled down the charging handle and loaded it.

"Hey, Fatty, I heard you're going to get rid of us cowboys, right?"

Frank Hojani felt helpless in his heart: "Are you one of those cowboys? Do you know the consequences of offending Rockefeller?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "I know, the end result is that you will be in panic all day long."

Frank Hojani: “…”

He was now convinced that this man was a madman even crazier than Louis Verweide.

At least Louis Verweide was crazy enough to not offend Rockefeller.

That lunatic is just looking at the food.

Edith Roosevelt learned that Zhao Chuanxin was one of those cowboys, and immediately thought of Benjamin Goldberg.

Is this person his master?

This kid is really not crazy. These mercenaries are really like a mantis in front of his master.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar in his mouth and said carelessly: "I will give you one minute to surrender, otherwise I will kill you without mercy!"

He saw the houses in the town. Some townspeople who were not afraid of death opened the curtains and looked out curiously.

Many people will never forget the scene before them.

A cowboy wearing a skull mask is majestic and arrogant. But a group of mercenaries who were supposed to be ferocious were so scared that they didn't dare to let go of anything.

Frank Hogani rolled his eyes, thinking about ways to break the situation.

A mercenary raised his gun to the sky and stood up slowly: "Sir, I surrender."

Someone took the lead, and the others stood up one after another: "I surrender too..."

They know a lot about surrender.