Chapter 914 The Lusitania's Assassins

Zhao Chuanxin put his hat upside down on the table, lit a cigarette, leaned back comfortably, sat sideways, and put his hand on the table to light the cigarette. The cigarette butt happened to be stuck in the cigarette slot of the ceramic ashtray.

He said lightly: "Yes, I am Chinese. What do you think?"

The other party said in typical Greek English: "Chinese, you shouldn't be here."

Why did Zhao Chuanxin know that the other party was Greek?

Because many English words are similar to Greek words in pronunciation, Greeks like to take shortcuts when speaking English. When they encounter unfamiliar or less fluent words, they directly use Greek pronunciation to speak English.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "What's the matter, did you build this boat?"

"I didn't build the boat, but you shouldn't come here. Gentlemen and other people can't be in the same room."

He seemed to be very polite, but he was also an old hermaphrodite.

Opposite the Greek, there was a woman dressed as a noblewoman, drinking and laughing. I couldn't figure out whether she was flirting or laughing at Zhao Chuanxin.

Because if you say she laughed, her eyes clearly showed interest in Zhao Chuanxin; if you say she didn't laugh, her laugh was too abnormal.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and waved to the lady: "Madam, you heard it, he said that gentlemen and other people can't be in the same room, so please come and sit at the same table with me, let this gentleman go out."

Greek: "..."

Is that what I mean? I want you to go out.

In this era, it is very common for men to be superior to women in conversations, even women are used to it, and there are very few ladies like Tang Qunying who are good at boxing.

The lady was stunned and stopped laughing, and glanced at the Greek nervously.

The Greek also looked at her, and somehow, seeing her nervous, the Greek was a little angry.

Why?

Zhao Chuanxin is tall and strong, you can say that his face is handsome, and he has a temperament that he thinks should not appear on Asians.

And Zhao Chuanxin is wearing a double palace silk gentleman's suit that is popular in the upper class of Europe and the United States recently, but it is out of stock.

The Greek was no longer polite: "If you don't leave, I will ask someone to ask you out?"

"Why do you ask someone to leave instead of doing it yourself?" Zhao Chuanxin dusted off his cigarette ash and sat calmly: "I can't say such weak words as you with all my life's knowledge. So a gentleman is equal to a coward, right?"

The Greek pursed his lips tightly across from the noble lady, nervous but also wanting to laugh.

The two people's expressions were really too different. Zhao Chuanxin was calm as if he was in his own backyard, while the Greek was like an angry bird.

The Greek said to the waiter: "You heard it all, why don't you ask him to leave quickly? Otherwise, I will go to find the captain."

The waiter frowned and said to Zhao Chuanxin coldly: "Sir, please leave."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head and said stubbornly: "I won't."

Waiter: "..."

The noble lady finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately praised: "Madam, your smile is so beautiful that it keeps me away from the erosion of stormy waves and the ridicule of arrogant villains. It makes me feel like I am in a scarlet lily without gentlemen. What I smell is no longer the fishy smell of the sea water on the foamy and dirty route... How lucky I am to meet you here."

The Greek's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The lady's face was alternately shocked and shy, with a concealed nervousness.

Who can refuse a man who is calm in the face of danger, has a decent appearance, is tall and strong, and has a well-controlled temperament?

Who can refuse a man who speaks sweet words?

The Greek was like a dog guarding food, and became ugly: "Maria, you..."

The lady named Maria was startled, and then said innocently: "Aristotle, I, I didn't do anything..."

Aristotle angrily slammed the table and said to the waiter: "What are you still doing, get him out immediately!"

The people around him cast contemptuous eyes.

They despised Aristotle for losing his composure in front of Asians, and they also despised Zhao Chuanxin for blatantly hooking up with other people's female companions. Of course, they despised Zhao Chuanxin's skin color and face.

The waiter immediately reached out and tried to grab Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the fork on the table and stabbed it into the back of the waiter's hand.

"Ouch..."

The waiter raised his trembling hand, and the fork on the back of his hand seemed to be a dogtail grass growing on it, shaking its head and tail in the wind.

Zhao Chuanxin still sat on the chair, kicked out, and kicked the waiter's leg hard.

The waiter was kicked down, and Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hair: "I fucking asked you to serve the food, why are you wasting time here?"

The people around were in an uproar.

I'm ashamed, this Chinese is too temperamental.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him in the face, and the waiter was slapped into a gourd, turning several times before stopping.

Zhao Chuanxin stressed again with dissatisfaction: "Hurry up and serve the food, I'm so hungry that my blood sugar is about to drop. Oh, bring some more bread."

At this time, the restaurant was in chaos.

The waiter ran to the kitchen with his "fork in hand", the waiter at the door ran out of the first-class restaurant to call people, and the others stayed away from Zhao Chuanxin, fearing that this young man would get into trouble.

"Ms. Maria." Zhao Chuanxin wiped his palm with a napkin, pouted and said: "Your male companion, Mr. Aristotle, although he looks like a pig, I can at least be sure that he must be a coward."

Aristotle: "..."

Maria: “…”

Aristotle was a man after all, and a man couldn't stand such cynicism.

He had already seen a waiter going to bring in reinforcements, so he gained courage at this moment and stood up suddenly. His slightly fat body brought down the chairs. He waved his arms and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin had some free time, so he picked up the knife on the dining table and sent it forward.

"Ouch..." Aristotle screamed, holding up the hand with the knife in it.

The knife was not sharp, but Zhao Chuanxin was so strong that it pierced his palm.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "Are you blind? Huh? Do you think you are blind? You are such a big man, can you not see the shining knife?"

People around: "..."

The waiter was just blind, right?

At this time, the door of the first-class dining room was pushed open, and the first mate and four crew members filed in.

The crew carried ropes, harpoons, and clubs, while the first mate held a Webley revolver.

At the same time, the chef in the back kitchen rushed out with pans and kitchen knives because the injured waiter told them what happened in the front.

Zhao Chuanxin can be said to be surrounded by many enemies.

At this moment, the others dared to speak out.

A British guy stood up and reprimanded loudly: "Chinaman, look at what you did, how dare you hurt the waiter? You know he is British, and you have to pay the price for it."

It's as if British waiters are a cut above the rest.

Another woman with big waves also pinched her waist and screamed: "Damn Chinese, you disturbed my interest in eating, I think I will throw him into the sea to die."

The two took the lead, and the others started to curse.

The first mate who rushed in was a little stunned.

Because it seems that Zhao Chuanxin has fallen into the "ocean of the people", and everyone can destroy Zhao Chuanxin without him.

However, these well-dressed people are useless after all, they are just shouting for joy.

The first mate came forward with a gun and shouted at a distance from Zhao Chuanxin: "Capture him immediately."

Zhao Chuanxin is still stubborn: "You are dreaming."

"you……"

The first mate was furious: "Get out of my way, let's see if his mouth can be tough enough for a bullet."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "I advise you not to point your gun at me, otherwise, your death will be beyond your imagination."

The first mate cursed: "You son of a bitch Chinese, I think you are looking for death..."

As he spoke, he raised his gun.

Uh-huh...

Zhao Chuanxin pinched the handle of the flying knife slightly with his index finger and thumb, and threw it with his hand. The knife flew out and spun around in the air.

laugh……

The first mate's death appearance was indeed strange. From his forehead, he had a ravine along his skull, which was sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. This was caused by the instability of the flying knife when it was spinning.

But he didn't die for a while. His eyes were raised, as if his brain had been damaged and he was out of balance, and he seemed to be hallucinating. He was holding the gun and shaking it, and the muzzle flicked left and right.

When everyone in the restaurant saw this scene, their hair stood on end and screams came and went.

boom!

The first mate finally pulled the trigger, but hit the woman in the thigh who had previously spoken nonsense about Zhao Chuanxin.

Then the first mate fell dead.

"Ah..." The big wave girl's tongue trembled wildly.

A crew member wanted to bend down to pick up the gun, but Zhao Chuanxin drew a throwing knife across his chest and threw it.

Whoosh...

laugh……

The sailor's eyeballs were half-cut off, hanging from their sockets.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, lifted up the back of his suit, and returned the flying knife to its sheath.

He ignored the other people who were making a mess, and just turned to look at a few cooks who came out: "I changed my mind. Give me all the dishes on the menu. I'll wait here."

Several cooks looked at each other in confusion. Zhao Chuanxin took out the throwing knife and twirled it with his fingers.

Having seen the power of Zhao Chuanxin's flying knives, several cooks trembled: "Okay, okay, sir, please wait a moment, I guarantee you will be satisfied..."

Zhao Chuanxin happily hung his hat on the back of the chair next to him, folded the napkin and gently placed it on his lap, lit another cigarette, and waited for the dishes leisurely.

At this time, who else is in first class?

Aristotle didn't run away, Maria was thinking about how to help him pull out the knife.

In addition, there was a waiter standing near the inside. It wasn't that he didn't want to run away, but his legs were weak and he couldn't run away.

Except for this, everyone else ran away.

Not long after, the captain with a gray beard led a group of people outside the first-class dining room and blocked the door.

He leaned on the glass and looked inside, and saw the body of the first mate lying in a pool of blood, as well as four people still in the restaurant.

The captain frowned. At this time, someone said to the captain: "Don't go in. Even if you have a gun, you may not be able to subdue him."

The captain was furious: "I have nine-stroke Lee Enfield, can't I deal with him alone?"

"Then please do as you please."

The captain pointed at one person and said, "Aim at him and shoot right here."

But the murderer inside suddenly put on a pair of glasses and had a rifle in his hand.

King M1908, lever-action rifle.

Zhao Chuanxin clasped his gauntlet with his palms turned outward.

Click, loaded the gun with one hand, pointed the gun at the window, and fired without looking.

boom.

The crew member who had just picked up the Lee-Enfield short rifle outside was shot in the head before he could fire.

Maria let out a soft cry and quickly covered her mouth, fearing to attract the attention of the murderer.

However, he accidentally moved the knife on the back of Aristotle's hand, causing him to cry out in pain.

Maria hurried to gag him.

"Well..." Aristotle's forehead was dripping with sweat.

There was even more exclamation outside the window.

Passengers fanned back.

The captain's face was splashed with a lot of red and white stuff, and he shuddered so much that he wet his pants.

In the restaurant, Zhao Chuanxin slapped his rifle on the table, took out another cigar and lit it.

Then I saw that Maria and Aristotle wanted to treat the wounds, but looked worried again, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

"You have the nerve to call out for a wound as big as an embroidery needle? You are really a fucking coward. Come here."

Aristotle wanted to pretend that he didn't hear, but Zhao Chuanxin's eyes flashed fiercely behind his glasses, and he controlled his body forcefully, and he couldn't help but step over.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Reach out your hand."

Aristotle stretched out his fat hand, and Zhao Chuanxin struck out like lightning and pulled out the knife.

"Ouch..."

"Shut up."

"yes."

More obedient than a dog.

Zhao Chuanxin threw out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao: "Go away and apply the medicine yourself. Ms. Maria, please come and dine with me. Waiter, go get two more sets of tableware."

The waiter murmured: "Yes, it's sir, but my legs can't move..."

"Maybe if I break your legs, you can crawl over."

"No, no..." The waiter's ghost came out, and his two slender legs floated over like noodles to get the tableware for Zhao Chuanxin.

When he arrived at the table, the waiter saw a rose next to it. He remembered that there was a lady at Zhao Chuanxin's table, and the murderer seemed to be interested in that lady, so he took another rose and put it on the plate and brought it over.

When he arrived, he shakily arranged the cutlery and wine glasses and placed the rose on the side of the table.

Opposite Maria, tears fell like broken pearls.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin said to the waiter: "Go get a new silk handkerchief."

The waiter regained his composure and ran to the bar counter quickly to get the silk handkerchief, then came back with a gust of wind and handed it to Zhao Chuanxin.

Maria on the opposite side stretched out her hand, waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to hand her a silk handkerchief to wipe her tears. However, Zhao Chuanxin picked up the silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes: "Oh, I've been staying up late these past few days, and I've gotten a little angry."

Maria: “…”

waiter:"……"

Then Zhao Chuanxin suddenly realized: "Oh, so you want it, then I'll give it to you."

With that said, he gave Maria the silk pax he used to wipe his eyes.

Maria: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin saw the roses on the table again and inserted them into Milan's eyes casually on the lapel of his suit. The rose branches were fastened to the belt at the back.

The waiters just don't know how to do it.

At this time, the captain outside was shocked, scared and angry.

He wiped his head and face randomly with the towel that was handed to him. The fishy smell dissipated, causing him to bend over and vomit.

After vomiting for a long time, he said angrily: "Break in, break in and kill him, kill him. If you want to go to court, I will go to court. Go quickly!"

A young and powerful sailor who knew nothing about the sky and the earth felt that this was an opportunity to show off, and he shouldered the door with his rifle in hand.

In the restaurant, Zhao Chuanxin took a sip from his cigar. He reached out his right hand to the Juanwang M1908 on the table again, clasped the handle and turned half a circle to load it.

Click.

Pull the trigger without looking.

boom.

Outside the restaurant, the crew member who was about to knock on the door was shot in the temple, bleeding and fell to the ground dead.

Slapping the gun on the table again, Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and sniffed the apple-like sweet smell of rose flowers to offset the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

Maria, Aristotle and the waiter turned pale.

This fucking gun can kill people without aiming. What kind of new shooting technology is this?

At this time, the cook came out with chicken and leek soup, halibut fillets, and ice-cold Munich beer, and placed them cautiously next to Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, please use it slowly."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly asked Xingyue in Chinese: "Did they spit or poison?"

Xingyue whispered: "No."

Zhao Chuanxin was relieved and said to the cook: "To roast beef, it's best to roast the fatty parts such as beef breasts. Roast it until it's a little burnt. Serve the beef and lettuce together. The lettuce must be washed, otherwise your hands and feet will be broken." , throw it into the sea for you."

"Yes, sir, I will definitely do it..." The cook left as if running away.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the waiter in a daze: "You really don't have any fucking eyesight, why don't you quickly pour wine and soup to serve you?"

The waiter was fumbling to help.

Outside the restaurant, there was chaos again.

The remaining crew members retreated one after another, no one wanted to be the leader anymore.

The captain's breathing was trembling, and his white beard was trembling. He asked the people around him: "Bring the passenger list and see who the Chinese people sitting in it are?"

This ship carried a total of 2106 passengers.

The captain spent a lot of time comparing lists outside, but failed to find any Chinese names.

But if we compare them one by one, it will take a lot of trouble and it will be too late.

He sighed: "Take turns to stay here and don't act rashly. I don't believe it. Will he still be able to escape when we get ashore?"

There is really no other way.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his glasses and saw the crowd outside dispersed, as if he didn't intend to add more lives to the crowd.

He began to eat with peace of mind.

Maria didn't dare to disobey, so she took small bites and ate gracefully with a knife and fork.

On the other side, Zhao Chuanxin waited for the beef chest to come up, cut the sizzling meat, took out the homemade barbecue sauce from the secret space, dipped it, and directly started to eat it with lettuce.

He also said to Maria: "Try it too. If it doesn't taste good, I'll let you beat me."

Maria was really intimidated by the power and dared not disobey.

But after trying it, the spice flavor was a bit strong, but it was indeed delicious. It would be better if it was sweeter.

Zhao Chuanxin ate Norwegian anchovies, salmon egg yolk rolls, and beef ham pie, and gulped down beer.

In the past few days, today was the best and most filling meal.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the pickled beef tongue to Maria. He felt dizzy when he saw it, and stuffed himself with a piece of Bologna sausage.

The waiter served on the side, cutting meat and sausage for Zhao Chuanxin, and Zhao Chuanxin just ate and drank.

He pushed all the things he didn't like to eat to Maria, such as beets, pickled herring and Italian dumplings...

Maria was very scared at first, but later she was just laughing and crying.

This man is just like a picky child.

Soon, she was full and couldn't eat anymore, so she took a sip of red wine and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, can you give me a cigarette?"

Zhao Chuanxin threw his Lao Dao brand over.

"Huh? This is a Pirate brand cigarette." Maria lit it and said in surprise: "I can taste it."

"Haha, they are the same, British Pirate brand, shipped to Asia, and transformed into Lao Dao brand."

The two sides chatted for a few words, and their relationship became surprisingly harmonious.

Aristotle was shocked and angry to see his wife being laughed at by the Chinese man...