Chapter 409 Boom, Boom, Boom

On the way to the hospital, Chen Yigeng said again: "Boss, on the ground..."

Situ Meitang interrupted him with a smile: "No matter what is on the ground, this shot has settled the grudge, and there will be no mention of it in the future."

Chen Yigeng shed tears and clenched his fists.

Situ Meitang hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "He is Zhao Chuanxin, please don't make it public."

He believed that after what happened today, Chen Yigeng would no longer act recklessly.

Just tell him the truth.

Chen Yigeng's eyes went straight: "Impossible, this is impossible!"

Zhao Chuanxin was a god-like existence in his heart, with a majestic and tall image. How could he be that despicable villain who even bullied women?

This subverted his three views.

Situ Meitang had been carried onto the carriage. He shouted to Ronaldinho: "Franklin, stay here and see if there is anyone who can help."

Ronaldinho's face turned pale: "Mr. Situ, I think things are beyond my control. He is right, he will not stay overnight if he has a grudge..."

Situ Meitang: "..."

…

Zhao Chuanxin, who wanted to keep a low profile, never thought that something like this would happen.

Charles Baker ate the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard.

He had a cigar in his mouth and a loaded Ares M1907 in his hand: "Fake Squid, I'm going to go on a killing spree today!"

Bang, bang, bang...

The police shot first.

Zhao Chuanxin followed closely behind.

Chug tug tug…

After losing the devil crystal glasses, Zhao Chuanxin almost couldn't even use a gun.

Very poor accuracy.

Everyone fell to the ground and covered their ears.

The dinner plates and wine glasses in the banquet hall were damaged, shattering and flying. The powerful momentum of the bullet caused the lobster to collapse to a height of half a meter, causing the knife and fork to spin and fly out.

The two policemen opened their arms, their bodies trembling as they were hit by countless bullets.

Zhao Chuanxin fired while moving forward.

On the other hand, the police initially wanted to confront Zhao Chuanxin, but they could only hold on for less than three seconds before they began to retreat.

A dozen revolvers are no match for the firepower of a Ares M1907.

But soon Zhao Chuanxin's magazine was empty.

In the past, he could take away several more with one magazine, but now he only shot two people on the spot.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin saw that Charles Baker and Frank Gale were about to run away.

He quickly put away the Ares M1907 and took out the Mosin-Nagant rifle.

Aim and shoot.

boom!

Missed.

"Blank!"

Zhao Chuanxin directly put away the rifle and took out the horse card.

Arthur Gompers held his daughter in his arms and shivered.

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was very fierce, but he didn't know that he was so fierce.

The blood-red dividing line on Isaiah's body just now almost scared him to the point of peeing.

Hearing the gunshots outside, he looked up curiously and took a peek, and saw Zhao Chuanxin rushing to a distance of only a few meters from the police and shooting.

Just point the gun into the policeman's face.

Bang bang, bang.

The sound of gunfire is such a beat.

Arthur Gompers was so frightened when he saw the policeman's brain blossoming that he didn't dare to look any further.

He said to the girl in his arms: "I will take you home, even if our disease is not cured!"

He suffered severe beatings and, worst of all, an assassination attempt by his masked employer, witnessed by Margaret Gompers, who was so frightened that she became mentally ill.

But no matter how bad the mental problem is, it is better than following Zhao Chuanxin.

Thinking about this gap, Zhao Chuanxin had already penetrated the police defense line.

He stood among seven or eight police officers, covering his face with his left arm for protection. He held a gun in his right hand and shot left and right.

Because the distance is close enough, the policeman will be killed in a moment and his armor will be thrown away.

The Smith brothers were holding their heads in the corner and witnessed all this.

Big Smith kept saying "Fake".

Second Smith said: "Brother, the boss is so tough!"

Seven Smith muttered: "Don't hit me..."

Zhao Chuanxin cleared this place.

He said to the Smith brothers: "Check the people here to see if there are any accomplices of theirs."

After saying that, he chased after him.

The intersection of Fifth Avenue and 30th Street in Manhattan.

The drizzle has not stopped, and the light of the street lights gives a touch of warmth to the cold weather.

The lights that make up the store's name flicker on the street.

The sound of gunfire immediately broke the peaceful atmosphere.

Passers-by and business owners in street shops witnessed today's bizarre shootout.

In front, there were six or seven policemen and two plainclothes men running away.

A bakery owner looked out curiously to see how many people it took to chase the police into despair.

He saw only one person.

"Watt's Farke..."

After Zhao Chuanxin chased them out, he was worried that they would scatter and run away. He looked around and saw the stables next to the Holland Hotel.

He got in and cut off Mishan's reins with a knife.

The tacit understanding between one person and one horse has already been established, so there is no need to say more.

嘘嘚嘚嘚……

Zhao Chuanxin ran on the right side of the street, and the policeman, Charles Baker and Frank Gale ran on the left.

Frank Gale's gut turned green with regret.

Back then, after he captured the perverted serial murderer, he had a chance to be specially recruited into the police force.

However, he chose to refuse because he could earn more as a private detective.

This time it was still because of money that he chose to take sides.

As a result, I was on the wrong team.

As he was running, he heard the sound of horse hooves, looked to the right and saw Zhao Chuanxin riding a horse.

Frank Gale's hair stood on end.

It is said that humans once had the ability to explode hair like animals, and there is a saying to prove it: furious.

Zhao Chuanxin controlled the horse and charged forward with a diagonal thrust.

The pistol was replaced with a Winchester M1897 shotgun.

boom……

boom……

boom……

This weapon was so hopeless in close combat that it became known as the "Trench Harvester."

After emptying the bullets, everyone, including Frank Gale, was left naked.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and dismounted.

He walked over and turned over the police's wheels one by one, regardless of whether they were dead or not.

First, he came to Frank Gale, who had seven or eight wounds on his cheek and neck and was bleeding profusely.

"Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?" Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath in order to suppress the anger that was rising again.

Devil crystal glasses...

Frank Gale said in horror: "It's none of my business, I just provided information."

Zhao Chuanxin began to stuff shotgun shells into the chamber.

"right."

The Winchester M1897 can be fed with 5+1 shotshells, one of which is loaded and ready for use.

Zhao Chuanxin deliberately moved slowly to give Frank Gale enough time to be frightened.

Frank Gale was scared to death.

"I can make up for it, I give you money, I do things for you..."

"Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again. I will give everyone a chance. If you can't grasp it, forget it."

Saying,

boom!

awful!

Charles Baker sat on the ground, leaning against a lamppost.

His clothes were riddled with holes, his lungs must have been blown out, and his breathing was like a bellows.

"You can't kill me."

Zhao Chuanxin shouldered his gun and asked with bared teeth: "Will you be allowed to spend the night?"

"You are Zhao Chuanxin!" Charles Baker said with difficulty: "Yes, I know, I have told someone about you. As long as I die, your identity will be exposed!"

Zhao Chuanxin's heart skipped a beat.

He is not afraid that his identity will be known by some people, such as Da Luo and others.

But it cannot be made public.

"who knows?"

"Then I can't tell you," said Charles Baker slyly.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun, took out the Whip of Judgment, and blew the "Hanging Divine Comedy".

The Whip of Judgment strangled Charles Baker's arm, and the barbs popped out. Under the force, they shredded his clothes, pierced into the flesh, released anti-coagulant components, and began to suck blood.

Charles Baker was horrified.

Is this more scary?

"If you don't say anything, it will keep sucking you until you turn into a mummy."

"I can not say."

"Then let's see who surrenders first!" Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "You are thinking too much about a rat crossing the street and everyone is shouting to beat it. Which 'everyone' has the courage, just ask him to come over and give it a try."

Having said that, Zhao Chuanxin was really worried after losing the devil crystal glasses.

Captain Zhao, the master of marksmanship, is no longer around.

But even so, Zhao Chuanxian's strength now is enough to make Charles Baker relent: "I say, I say, don't suck my blood anymore!"

Zhao Chuanxin whistled.

The whip of judgment loosened him.

"I told Kang Youwei," said Charles Baker.

Zhao Chuanxin was furious, it was him again!

This hypocrite is really screwed up, he dares to get involved in anyone's affairs.

Do you think Zhao Chuanxin is Cixi and can escape punishment as long as he flees?

Thinking too much!

He asked: "Is there any more?"

Charles Baker's eyes are raised, which means he is preparing to fabricate lies.

Zhao Chuanxin understood clearly and raised his gun.

boom!

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and found a policeman who was not dead.

"Which police station are you from?"

"The... tenth inning."

boom!

The final blow is completed.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at a clothing store not far away. The boss who was peeping at him was horrified and backed away.

Zhao Chuanxin walked straight into the clothing store, with Mi Shan following closely behind.

The boss's body is like chaff and it is difficult to control.

This man killed seven New York police officers and two plainclothes officers without blinking an eye.

Now he has become murderous and wants to kill him too, right?

"If you want money, just take it. It's none of my business. I didn't see anything."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "So what if you saw it? Let me ask you something, where is the 10th Precinct of the Manhattan Police Department?"

"On the Lower East Side, East Houston Street."

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "You didn't see anything, right?"

"Yes, yes..." The boss nodded like a fool.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "What do you think of the Chinese?"

At this time, he was wearing a skull mask, and the boss couldn't tell what race he was.

So the boss was stunned.

If we just talk about being clever, the boss has two choices at this time: to discriminate, or not to discriminate.

Which answer will survive depends on who Zhao Chuanxin is.

If it were the Southern Front or the Ku Klux Klan, the boss said discrimination would survive.

If Zhao Chuanxin was Chinese, he would live without discrimination.

The boss broke out in cold sweat.

It's so hard to live!

In the end, he decided to answer truthfully: "I think although they wear weird clothes and hair, they are very hard-working, that's all."

Zhao Chuanxin twitched his lips, took a towel from the shelf, and threw a few coins on the counter. Shi Shiran left.

The boss, who had been on the verge of death, fell to the ground, breathing heavily...