Chapter 912: Murderous Intentions Revealed

The two men of the Headless Knights, they still don't understand one thing at this time: they came well, but they probably won't be able to go back in one piece.

The short and stocky man sneered: "Headed Horseman? I can make you headless. Someone's head has disappeared before. Do you want to try?"

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin smiled at him: "I have only experienced the feeling of my head flying once when I have grown up. It would be interesting to experience it again."

Short and stocky man: "..."

The shoemaker tugged at the sleeves of Zhao Chuanxin's coat in shock, and whispered: "Go quickly, don't provoke them, they really dare to kill people."

The tall and lanky man smiled evilly: "You should listen to old Frank, Chinaman. For the sake of your own life, you should listen to him."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Old Frank on the shoulder: "Man, go and pour me a cup of coffee. Let's use the coffee as a substitute for wine and let you see what it means for Guan Yu to warm the wine and kill Hua Tuo."

With all the things in front of him, Hua Tuo's martial arts value is only that of practicing Wu Qin Xi.

The tall man smiled evilly and moved forward, his hands naturally touching his waist.

Zhao Chuanxin's figure flashed, and his straight punch came instantly.

boom.

Lian Kun bumped.

boom.

The tall and lanky man flew out in shock, knocking the short and stocky man off his feet.

"Damn it, Fakel..." The short and sturdy man was shocked. After he stood upright, he also touched his waist.

This guy is also a talent. He looked up at Zhao Chuanxin, then looked down at his waist, then looked up and looked down...

Terrified.

Zhao Chuanxin was unhurried and wanted to see what he was paying for.

The coat was lifted up and the hem of the suit was opened, revealing the outline of a short sword.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin: "Just let you touch it for a long time?"

The stocky man was even more panicked.

He was holding the handle of the knife, and just an inch after he pulled it out of the leather sheath, his wrist was held down by a big hand.

Can't pull it out...

The scene was awkward for a while.

Old Frank's reading glasses behind the counter seemed to be hanging on the ground, so he quickly stabilized them and took a closer look.

I saw that the short and sturdy man was unable to draw the knife and wanted to reach out to grab Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his elbow, sealed his arm, and followed the trend with an uppercut.

The short man's head was thrown back after being hit, and he rolled his eyes.

The usual trick of these people is to have someone enter the door and someone to guard outside, preventing anyone from escaping and also serving as a sentinel.

The man outside heard the noise and turned around. He was shocked when he saw his two companions knocked to the ground. He also reached for the knife immediately.

What is the Headless Knights? Why not call them - the Knife-Touching Group when something happens.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at the man outside through the door and gave him a hook.

The man originally wanted to push the door open, but when he saw the unarmed Zhao Chuanxin hooking his hand at him, the man was restrained instead and stood there motionless, daring not to move.

If he doesn't come, Zhao Chuanxin will go out.

When he opened the door, the man turned around and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and ignored the man because he was not out of Xingyue's monitoring range.

With one hand in each hand, he picked up the collars of the two of them and walked out of the shoemaker's shop.

The shoemaker adjusted his glasses, opened his mouth, and hurried out.

Shocked by the cold ground outside, the two men recovered from their dazed state.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "Now that you're awake, why are you still lying on the ground and not getting up? Is it because you don't like standing and being beaten?"

Two people: "..."

The commotion here attracted neighbors to come out to watch the fun.

They are so familiar with these two people. They come to collect protection fees every month. Occasionally, they will go into the store to steal things without paying. They cut off the head of old Charlieson, who was in the funeral business. Who are they? The police knew the murderer, but they still couldn't solve the case.

Everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

Today, these two guys were unlucky.

The tall and lanky man suddenly drew his knife and tried to stab Zhao Chuanxin's right leg, causing a cry of surprise.

Zhao Chuanxin held his cigar between his arms and raised his legs lightly, avoiding the attack, and then volleyed.

boom!

The tall and thin man's teeth were spattered, the loose skin on his face was trembling, his head was shaking, and his pupils were out of focus.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and stretched out his hand: "Here comes the sword!"

The eight-collar lightsaber is in hand.

"Headless Horseman, right? I'll make you live up to your name today."

Uh-huh!

The tall and lanky man's head flew up.

A burst of hot blood sprayed all over the short man's head and face.

He shuddered violently, put his hands on the ground, and ran back quickly. The buttons of his vest and shirt were finally opened by his big belly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, my friend will not let go." you……"

He suddenly turned over and was about to run away when Zhao Chuanxin held up his lightsaber and struck him on the crook of his leg with the back of the sword.

The short and stocky man knelt down with a bang.

"Your friend, right?"

"Revenge, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eight-collar lightsaber high and swung it down like the legendary headless horseman.

The short, stout man had runny nose and burst into tears: "No, no, please show mercy and don't kill me..."

He has always shown off his power, how could he ever be so embarrassed and weak like this?

The people around him looked breathless, pursed their lips tightly, and stared at the short and stocky man.

laugh……

There was snow and blood on the ground.

The combination of blood and snow is shocking.

call……

Zhao Chuanxin sometimes felt that the war had gradually distorted his psychology.

Recently, he has always been violent in his heart, and if he doesn't vent it, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

Seeing this scene, all the pores in his body were opened. It was more enjoyable than sleeping in bed, drinking, eating meat and smoking.

Blanch...I haven't killed anyone for a long time!

But the people around him were different.

They cried out in surprise, feeling happy and a little scared.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed the hilt with his thumb and four fingers, and the lightsaber started to spin, and blood was steaming and flying.

He put away the lightsaber, looked around, flicked the ash and said: "Spread my words, in the future, in this three-acre land of North Tarrytown, it is not allowed to collect protection fees or rob houses. I always come to check once or twice a year."

The shoemaker old Frank asked: "Sir, what is your name?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at him, went into the house to get his hat, and told old Frank: "Man, fix my boots, I'll come to get them later. I have something to do at nine o'clock, you hurry up."

After that, he put on the Humboldt hat and spat at the headless corpse on the ground: "Fuck you, who told you to wear the same hat as me?"

Everyone: "..."

This hat was bought for him by Freddy Pavitt.

As a result, they wore the same clothes... no, they wore the same hat.

The direction Zhao Chuanxin was walking was also the hiding place of the fleeing man.

He actually didn't run far, he had been hiding in the dark and observing quietly.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin beheading his companion, he was so scared that his body was shaking and his eyes were bloodshot.

There was no anger about his teammates being beheaded, just pure fear.

Coincidentally, Zhao Chuanxin was walking towards his hiding place. Without saying a word, this man got up and ran.

After running for a while, he looked back and found that Zhao Chuanxin was still walking slowly, with his hands in his coat pockets, and the cigar smoke in his mouth rose in the cold air.

He breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down again.

He ran to Greek Street near the North Tarrytown Church, got into a white house and knocked on the door, looking panicked and looking around.

The door opened, and the man in the vest and newsboy cap looked around first, then said: "You look as ugly as if your wife ran away with someone."

"It's bad, Hamamatsu and his men were killed, their heads were chopped off, it was a Chinese, they died miserably, if you saw that scene, you would be scared too, unlike the old coffin seller we killed, no, Hamamatsu and his men were just like the old coffin seller, they had no ability to resist at all..."

The man spoke very fast, narrating in bits and pieces, with a miserable face.

The man in the vest's face changed: "Then how did you run away?"

"I..."

Before the man finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin's voice rang out: "I let him run, otherwise how could I find you?"

"..."

"You..."

Zhao Chuanxin saw the man in the vest reaching for his waist, and knew he was going to draw his knife.

He followed suit and reached for his waist, but he was much faster than the other party, and threw the flying knife out casually.

Swish...

A red light flashed, and a thin line appeared on the neck of the man in the vest, and the knife could not be pulled out.

Then, the man who ran away saw the man in the vest with his head and body separated.

"Ah..." He collapsed and screamed hysterically.

The red light flashed again, and the flying knife returned to the sheath.

The runner rushed into the house, forgot to close the door, and ran in desperately, shouting: "Killing at the door, save me..."

Zhao Chuanxin entered the house happily, hung his hat on the clothes hanger at the door, twisted his neck, and felt happy physically and mentally.

Three people rushed out of the house, without the previous runner, who might have been scared.

Zhao Chuanxin asked them: "Headless Knights, are there only four of you left?"

One of them ran to the drawer, pulled it out, and took out a Colt revolver from it.

He just wanted to turn around and reach out, but he felt that his body was controlled and he couldn't turn around anyway.

This surprised him.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, flicked his wrist, and the opponent's gun was knocked to the ground by his secondary limbs.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a throwing knife from his waist, turned the throwing knife three times in his palm, and threw it out.

Swish.

The second one, swish.

The two fell down, holding their necks, and their heads flew out after they fell to the ground.

The remaining person was about to pick up the gun on the ground, but was shocked by this scene: "Ah..."

"Hehe, the railway worker will turn all of you into headless knights today."

Zhao Chuanxin moved to the left, and just as the opponent stood there in a daze, the fragment of the order rune was activated, and the throwing knife flew back in a spiral.

Chi Chi...

Two throwing knives, one on the left and one on the right, cut the head off like scissors.

The throwing knife was sheathed, Zhao Chuanxin put down his coat, and walked inside. The place was filled with smoke and a stinky smell, and the last escapee had just opened the window and was clinging to the window sill to jump out.

Zhao Chuanxin threw out the flying knife.

Swish...

This time the aim was not good, and the opponent's head was cut open.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the lightsaber. He had to do what he said, and walked to the window and swung the sword.

Swish...

When Zhao Chuanxin returned to the craftsman's shop, he found a pool of blood on the ground, and three women were sticking their butts out to clean up the blood residue on the ground.

When they saw Zhao Chuanxin, the three women retreated in shock, but did not run. They bowed their heads respectfully: "Sir, Frank discussed with everyone. In order not to cause trouble to you, we asked the Charleson family, who are in the funeral business, to bury the body. Anyway, no one except us saw what happened here..."

Zhao Chuanxin was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said: "If someone comes to question, it doesn't matter to tell the truth. The Headless Knights are all dead, in the white house next to the church."

Three women: "..."

They showed joy on their faces.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care.

Because he was confident that today's incident would not cause a big fuss, let alone spread.

After entering the shoemaker's shop, Old Frank stood up respectfully and handed over the patched boots with both hands: "Sir, your boots have been repaired. We will also help bury Hamamatsu and his thugs."

Zhao Chuanxin said the same thing to him again.

Taking the boots, Zhao Chuanxin dropped the 50 cents on the counter, held up the brim of his hat and turned around to leave.

Everyone watched him walking leisurely along the Hudson River in the direction of Ethan Manor.

"Frank, who is he?"

Frank looked solemn and frowned: "A few months ago, a cowboy named William Hope came to my place to customize boots. He told me some things about the manor. I can only tell you, if I can guess Yes, that man just now is the owner of the manor, a big shot that neither you nor I can afford to offend..."

…

Ethan Manor.

Two luxury carriages entered the courtyard.

The two bodyguards got out of the car first. One of them turned back to open the door for Philander Knox, while the other pushed Li Shutong who was in a daze: "Chinaman, don't block the road."

Li Shutong staggered back, anger flashed across his face.

Liu Yuanshan reprimanded loudly: "What are you doing?"

The bodyguard glanced at her: "Get out of the way."

Last time, Philander Knox treated them with this attitude, and his bodyguards were also unreasonable.

Marcus Nkrumah didn't understand much, but Liu Yuanshan was a very nice person, and Marcus Nkrumah felt that Liu Yuanshan cared about him.

Of course, Liu Yuanshan cares about everyone.

Marcus Nkrumah stepped forward and stood in front of Liu Yuanshan. He said nothing and just stared at the bodyguard with goldfish eyes.

Facing the two-meter-tall Marcus Nkrumah, the bodyguard was so stressed that he even drew his gun.

However, the gun fell to the ground before it was raised, and the bodyguard covered his ears and howled miserably.

An ear fell on the ground.

The other bodyguard turned around as if facing a formidable enemy, and was hit hard in the face by Zhao Chuanxin's elbow.

Buzz…

The world went blank.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his left hand on the bodyguard's head and hit the carriage.

Boom...

The bodyguard was completely stunned.

Philander Knox clung to the carriage in shock, raising his hands like hens about to fly. He didn't know whether he was surrendering or fearing to be stained with blood.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the bodyguard who had lost his ears, grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head: "Zhuo Nima, come to my territory, how dare you draw a gun?"

Philander Knox quickly shouted: "Zhao, don't kill anyone..."

However, Zhao Chuanxin's murderous intent was already aroused, and his eyes were filled with coldness. He took out the flying knife from his waist and was about to cut it when he suddenly saw Liu Yuanshan's concerned eyes, and his murderous intent suddenly disappeared.

Putting away the throwing knife, Zhao Chuanxin let go of the bodyguard, looked back at Philander Knox and said calmly: "Have you forgotten which country I am from?"

Philander Knox quickly pointed at the bodyguards and said: "They don't know anything. Their only mission is to protect me. They don't know who you are."

In the hearts of people like Philander Knox, they do not believe that a person would kill everyone for the sake of the nation and to protect the weak.

In the eyes of politicians like him, all killings must only serve power and interests, and Zhao Chuanxin is no exception.

However, he found that he was wrong.

He restrained his discriminatory mentality at the right time and said seriously: "Zhao, let's go in and talk."

Then he said bossily to Marcus Nkrumah: "Big man, please carry them into the house, don't freeze to death outside."

Marcus Nkrumah looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Master..."

He won't listen to outsiders' orders.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and went into the house first.

After they left, Liu Yuanshan asked Li Shutong: "Brother Xishuang, are you okay?"

Li Shutong looked at his ears on the ground in shock, and after a while he regained his breath: "It's okay. It's okay. This is why I'm determined to return to China. Life is full of difficulties, and it's like hell."

"Not all of them are evil people. I have met quite a few good foreigners."

Li Shutong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That's all, girl from Yuanshan, you can only see good in your eyes and cannot hide evil. I think if a Buddha really exists in the world, he must be of your kind."

Because he had just seen that Zhao Chuanxin clearly wanted to kill the bodyguard on the spot. It was no longer just because the bodyguard was rude, it seemed that he was just for killing.

But with Liu Yuanshan's look, Zhao Chuanxin restrained his murderous intent.

The person involved, Liu Yuanshan, seemed to understand.

Philander Knox really felt what murderous intent was just now.

Based on his knowledge and information, he originally thought that Zhao Chuanxin was just a sanctimonious speculator, but now he realized that he was wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin is far more complicated than the legend says.

So he was full of fear of Zhao Chuanxin.

In the reception room, Zhao Chuanxin handed the coat to Freddie Pavitt, unbuttoned his suit and sat down, crossed his legs and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Zhao, you know that there will be a new term next year." Philander Knox took a sip of the coffee brought by the servant to calm down: "Roosevelt has no hope, but I am just the opposite. Although there is no certainty, but I have to plan ahead. To this end, I have secretly made a series of plans. No one except you has heard of this plan. I want to join forces with you to seek neutralization of the Manchuria Railway!"

Zhao Chuanxin originally thought that this old boy was the Minister of Justice, so he came to him to discuss things like not letting him go to the United States, or similar nonsense.

But I didn't expect him to say that.

"Neutralization? What does that mean?"

Fernand Knox had been a lawyer for Andrew Carnegie for many years, so he was very eloquent: "Today, the world is a huge arena, and everyone is scrambling to get ahead. They don't want to see their allies suffer, nor do they want to see their allies enjoy. So I think that Britain's support for Japan is just a superficial appearance. We can use international co-management to force Japan to give up the South Manchuria Railway and Tsarist Russia to give up the Eastern China Railway. And you, my friend, your attitude outside the Great Wall will play a crucial role."

Huh?

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that he had another friend?

Haha.

He widened his eyes: "My best friend, please listen to me. I have never seen anyone carry another family's coffin to their doorstep and cry."

Ferland Knox: "..."

He smiled awkwardly: "Zhao, this is not bad for you, don't rush to refuse. I know you hate the Japanese, and the same is true for Tsarist Russia. If the two railway lines can be managed internationally, it is equivalent to a pot of meat. There were originally two strong men in control, and you didn't get anything. But once a group of strong men share the food, you can always get a mouthful of soup."

"Hehe." Zhao Chuanxin touched his ear: "Zhao thought he was shameless enough, but I didn't expect you to be the most shameless."

Ferland Knox looked embarrassed.

That's right, he was ready to wait for himself to come to power, cooperate with monopoly capitalists, cooperate with force, invade and plunder weak countries.

Later, it was because of his interference in the Mexican Revolution that the then Mexican dictator Porfirio Diaz lamented: "God is too far away, and the United States is too close."

Although Porfirio Diaz was not a good person, this saying has been passed down to the 21st century.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

Just when Ferrand Knox thought that this matter was going to blow, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly put away his sneer and said seriously: "What do you want me to do, and what can you give me?"