Chapter 979 I Wish I Could Kill This Rebellious Son with a Pipe

Zhao Chuanxin put on his sunglasses, walked out of the room, and stretched.

"Why are you making such a fuss and getting angry?" Even when he spoke Spanish, he was in a bad mood.

Agure Ida pointed at Urquidi Gomez and said: "As soon as the governor left, he came to steal our horse with his hind legs."

Urquidy Gomez pointed at Agure Ida: "Asshole, you better pay attention to what you say, this is my horse."

Zhao Chuanxin noticed that Justino still looked weak and bullied, but Miguel Esteban stared at Urquidi Gomez with murderous eyes.

He seemed to feel that it was too cheap to tell Agure Ida this kind of thing, and he wanted to talk to the chief, so he pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Outlander, don't think that you can cover the sky with one hand just by joining the rural cavalry patrol!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out the cigar, closed his hand, lit it, flicked out the match, pointed at Urquidi Gomez and said: "This man is a horse thief. During the arrest, he tried to escape, so shoot him immediately. "

Everyone thought: I'll blanch it!

He had just become a rural patrol policeman, and he was already learning and practicing "escape methods"?

Agure Ida was so excited that he immediately took out his gun and pulled the bolt, aiming at Urquidi Gomez.

Urquidy Gomez pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "How dare you!"

Ajure Ida was a little nervous and his hands were shaking a little. He turned his head and looked at Zhao Chuanxin, and found that Zhao Chuanxin was staring at him: "Do you dare to shoot until your mother gives you two ounces of wine?"

Bang, bang.

Two shots in succession.

The first shot was fired by Miguel Esteban.

The second gunshot was fired by Agure Ida.

Miguel Esteban is eager for revenge, but Agure Ida is fearless at this age, and young people cannot be provoked.

"ah……"

Urquidy Gomez had two bullet holes in his body, one in his abdomen and one in his thigh.

He said angrily: "Protect me, protect me..."

However, his men were trembling and did not dare to fight back.

After all, John Constantine had killed twenty or thirty people before.

They came today just to help lead the horses and support the place, and they didn't intend to fight hard.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards them with a cigar in his mouth.

Urquidy Gomez wanted to run, but he was shot in the thigh. The power of rifle bullets is no joke. He couldn't run at all. Both legs were numb.

He could only watch Zhao Chuanxin approaching.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and slapped Urquidi Gomez on the cheek: "Have you ever fucking thought that this day would happen? I am on duty with a certificate, and it is not illegal to kill people."

He said, flashing his police badge.

Urquidi Gomez said with spit and runny nose: "You are so fucking bold, Don Camilo Torric will not let you go..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed his fingers at Justino: "Come here."

Justino showed some resistance, but he did not dare to refuse.

When he approached, Zhao Chuanxin pressed the barrel of his gun on Urquidi Gomez's forehead: "Pull the trigger."

"I..." Justino shook his head timidly.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the short knife from Urquidi Gomez's waist, and the tip of the knife just penetrated Justino's skin, leaving a blood spot.

"I asked you to pull the trigger. I'll ask you again. If you don't pull the trigger, I will pierce it a little. In the end, your leg will be pierced." Zhao Chuanxin said slowly, holding a cigar in his mouth: "Now, pull the trigger. ”

Urquidi Gomez stared at Justino fiercely: "Do you dare?"

Justino: "..."

He looked sad and shook his head with a cry: "Don John Constantine, please let me go...otherwise, I will quit the rural riding patrol!"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "When you join the rural patrol team, you must not ignore small evils, otherwise you will die. Pull the trigger."

No buckle.

Zhao Chuanxin's dagger stabbed in again.

"Forehead……"

Justino's thigh began to bleed and he screamed in pain.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Pull the trigger."

"No……"

"ah……"

"Pull the trigger."

"me……"

"Pull the trigger!"

If you don't buckle it, your thighs will be irreversibly damaged.

boom!

The few thugs brought by Urquidi Gomez were spattered with blood.

They all trembled.

It can be seen that there is only one reason for things that cannot be done - not enough pressure.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at them: "Are these horses yours?"

"no no……"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Quite Shalan, who the hell has the final say?"

"Don John Constantine, you, you have the final say."

Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers: "Let's go sell the horse."

It's still the same place, the second-rate dealer in Ecatlan.

Zhao Chuanxin took Agure Ida and Miguel Esteban to drive the horses to Ecatlán, while Justino, who was still sleepwalking, looked after the house.

When they arrived at Ecatlán, when the second dealer saw Zhao Chuanxin, he prepared seven or eight strong men this time and came forward aggressively.

As a result, Miguel Esteban and Agure Ida behind Zhao Chuanxin showed their guns, and the opponent immediately stopped.

The second dealer swallowed his saliva: "You, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin showed his police badge: "From now on, I will be the rural patrol policeman of Qutshalan. We also have a backing. Please be careful in what you say and do."

"..." The second dealer looked at the police badge in disbelief: "Are you here to sell horses?"

"Yes, a group of prisoners escaped. According to the escape law, we shot them to death. No, there are horses to sell."

The second-hand dealer was thinking about it. What's the best way to escape but to kill for robbery?

He laughed along with him: "It should be."

At this time, there were shouts and screams in the yard as usual.

There are quite a few people.

Zhao Chuanxin heard Pablo's voice and glanced inside curiously, only to see Pablo standing by the cockfighting stand, encouraging his cockfighting: "Kill it, kill it..."

The two fighting cocks had blades tied to their feet, and their bodies were covered in blood. From time to time, they would jump up, peck with their mouths, kick their legs, and cut each other with blades.

Many Mexicans like this.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and dismounted, and said to Agure Ida and Miguel Esteban: "Take over with him. If you are not satisfied with the price, we will see if there are any prisoners here who want to escape."

The second dealer looked pale.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and went into the yard on his own and came to Pablo: "Ah, your cockfight looks like it is going to fail."

Pablo turned his head and saw Zhao Chuanxin, he frowned and said: "That's nonsense, my cock is going to win when I see it."

And indeed it is.

The chicken opposite was bleeding and scarred even from its comb, and was at the end of its rope.

But Zhao Chuanxin still said: "Let's make a bet. If your chicken wins, I will pay you a thousand pesos. If the other chicken wins, you will pay me a thousand pesos?"

That’s a thousand pesos!

Pablo was visibly hesitant.

But anyone with some experience in cockfighting can see that his chances of winning with the cock have exceeded 70%.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Can you come up with a thousand pesos?"

To be honest, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't afford it.

However, he took out a small goldfish!

This is a small goldfish picked up from the Yokohama Shokin Bank in Hankou, Japan.

The golden color attracted everyone's attention.

Zhao Chuanxin asked, "Can you take it out?"

Pablo took a thousand pesos on the spot and said proudly: "Haha, I have won several games in a row, do you think I have?"

Zhao Chuanxin put his money and his little goldfish on the plate next to him, and held it down with a Colt single-action wheel and a police badge.

In this way, no one dares to make any decisions.

At this time, sudden changes occurred in the field.

Pablo's chicken wanted to jump, but for some reason, his head seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and it didn't jump.

On the other hand, the other chicken didn't jump very high, but when it kicked its legs, it just cut the comb of Pablo's fighting cock.

The crowd screamed in surprise and disbelief.

Pablo's eyes widened: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Everything is possible, just learn. Once you learn, it's all about human nature."

While talking, Pablo's fighting cock seemed unwilling to give in and jumped again, but still failed to jump.

The fighting instinct of the other chicken seized the momentary opportunity and jumped again. Pablo's fighting chicken wing was cut.

"Bleach!" Pablo slapped the table and cursed.

In the third round, the opponent's chicken directly cut Pablo's neck.

As if cooperating with his opponent, Pablo's fighting cock stretched its neck, cut its trachea with a knife, and made a "hissing" sound.

Cockfighting is actually very cruel.

But Lao Zhao can kill even people, so how can he care about the life and death of a chicken?

With just a few pinches of his secondary limbs, he can influence the outcome of the battle.

Pablo's face was ashen.

Never mind that he can easily take out a thousand pesos.

But if you bet for a long time, you will lose.

This thousand pesos is almost his entire net worth now.

If you lose, you won't even have the capital to make up your losses in the future.

"This is impossible!"

Zhao Chuanxin, however, put the little goldfish and money on the plate and put away the wheel: "Captain, there's nothing wrong. I'm leaving now?"

A traitor, a murderer, a gambler, a thief. If he loses his eyes, he can do anything.

Pablo gritted his teeth and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "No, you can't leave, let's continue."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his dead fighting cock: "Do you still have chickens?"

"I..." Pablo stamped his feet and said, "We can play cards."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his withered pocket again: "Do you still have money?"

"Me?" Pablo patted his pocket and found it was empty. He took out his pocket watch and said, "I'll use this to pay 30 pesos."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head and raised his wrist to show him the Santos pilot watch on his hand: "Your watch is no better than mine. When I go to a restaurant to eat, the waiters tremble when it is exposed. So your watch is worthless, only 10 pesos at most." "

"..." Pablo said fiercely: "Then 20 pesos, no more."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin saw the poker on the card table: "You have this little money, let's stop talking nonsense, draw poker cards to compare, and determine the outcome with one hand."

"good."

Someone went to shuffle the cards, shuffled the cards, and asked two people to draw.

Pablo drew a 9, which was not too big or too small, and at least his luck was not bad.

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his fingers and said with a smile: "As for me, my luck is usually only a little better than others. But just this little bit is enough to lay the foundation for my victory."

After that, he drew it casually and got 10.

Absolutely amazing!

Zhao Chuanxin saw the people around him startled, and Teacher Ma's words could not help but ring in his ears: He didn't do it randomly, he came prepared...

Pablo stumbled back.

He looked suspicious of life.

He had never been so unlucky.

Zhao Chuanxin put his pocket watch in his pocket, held a cigarette and walked out humming a song.

By the time he walked outside the yard, Agure Ida and the others had completed the transaction.

Just as he was about to mount his horse and leave, Pablo chased him out: "John Constantine, wait a minute."

Zhao Chuanxin leaned on the saddle and asked condescendingly: "So it's the captain, what's the matter?"

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

Pablo said shyly: "Can you lend me some money?"

"Oh, this is a bit difficult, because I never lend money to others, no matter who it is." Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the sky, extremely embarrassed.

Pablo's face looked ugly, and he whispered: "Take a step to speak."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even have time to dismount, so he moved a few steps on his horse.

Pablo had something to ask for, and now he had to bow his head. He followed up and whispered: "John, can I call you that, right?"

"Let me think about it." Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin: "They all seem to call me Don John Constantine."

"Child!" Pablo finally couldn't suppress his anger: "John Constantine, you must have a few high-ranking friends. This will be good for you."

"For example, what are the benefits?"

"For example, you will know that you are about to have a mission and follow the brigade to go to the Road of God. Because a group of bandits who specialize in attacking major manors are passing there, and you will be sent to the front to investigate. It just so happens that the bandits are there. Waiting for you, you will be shot to death by ambushed bandits," Pablo said triumphantly. "You see, that's the good thing about having friends."

"Eh..." Zhao Chuanxin pretended to be shocked: "Captain, you talk a lot, so you are right. How much do you want to borrow?"

"..." Pablo rolled his eyes: "One thousand pesos, and borrow a pocket watch."

Zhao Chuanxin immediately shook his head: "I don't even carry that much money with me when I go out."

"..."

This is the money you just fucking won from me.

Zhao Chuanxin looked embarrassed: "Well, I'll lend you two hundred pesos. As for the pocket watch, I think I can wait until you ask to borrow it next time."

Pablo understood, damn, he wanted to take his money in exchange for his information.

"good!"

Zhao Chuanxin counted out two hundred pesos and gave it to him.

Before leaving, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly said: "Captain, I usually hide my money far away from home. If something happens to me and I die, no one will be able to find the money."

Pablo: "..."

This man is simply smarter than a monkey.

…

The news that Urquidi Gomez was beaten to death by Zhao Chuanxin spread throughout the town of Quitt Shalan.

When Zhao Chuanxin took people back, everyone he met on the road respectfully called him: "Don John Constantine."

Zhao Chuanxin responded with a smile all the way on horseback.

He looked at Agure Ida and Miguel Esteban, who were wearing tattered clothes, and suddenly felt that this small team should be more popular, so as to have more prestige in Quit Shalan.

Back at the White House Tavern, Zhao Chuanxin saw a letter on the table.

Signed by Justino.

He opened the folded letter, which was crooked and full of typos: Dear Don John Constantine, I have decided to quit the Rural Patrol. I am not that material, really. terribly sorry.

Next to it were a police badge and a rifle.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Miguel Esteban: "You two go and bring Justino over."

When Justino was brought in, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Justino, put on your police badge, put your gun on your back, and ride a horse to patrol the town. Our rural mounted patrol team is no joke."

Justino looked up in surprise.

Didn't he already make it very clear?

He hesitated and pointed at the letter.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Oh, who wrote these things? I can't read."

Justino: "..."

But he didn't have the courage to tell Zhao Chuanxin face to face.

I had no choice but to take my gun and go on patrol.

Agure Ida snickered.

Don John Constantine was certainly literate, of that he was sure.

When they all went out, Miguel Esteban suddenly knelt down on one knee: "Don John Constantine, you have avenged me, and I am willing to serve you from now on."

He held back these few words.

He was a little embarrassed to say something like a medieval knight.

There is nothing quixotic about this.

Zhao Chuanxin made him kneel for a while, and seeing that he kept his head lowered, he said: "Go to the town and ask who has dried cochineal insects, and buy some for me."

"yes."

…

Camilo Torric learned that Urquidi Gomez was shot to death by Zhao Chuanxin on the spot because of the "escape method", and he felt hard to breathe while holding his chest.

When the servants on the manor saw it, they shouted: "Master has angina pectoris..."

When everyone was struggling to help him lie down, they found that the old landlord was in tears.

He has a son, Juvencio Torric.

But he doesn't like this son very much because he has a brain problem.

More often, he regarded Urquidi Gomez as his son.

Don't look at him being beaten and scolded at every turn.

He wanted to light his pipe, but his hands shook several times and he failed. He was so angry that he dropped the pipe to the ground: "John Constantine, I'm going to kill you!"

However, Juvencio Torric was blind and went downstairs and said, "I'm going to the White House Tavern. I'm going to find John Constantine and ask him to teach me to play the flute."

Camilo Torric wanted to kill this rebellious son with his pipe!

...

Justino patrolled the town on horseback.

Some people stared at him with curiosity.

Some people looked sarcastic. Who doesn't know that the most cowardly man in the town is Justino?

Some people came closer and said, "Justino, two chickens are missing from my house. Can you help me find them?"

Justino suddenly had a strange feeling after hearing this.

Although he joined the Rural Cavalry Patrol, he didn't necessarily have to do evil, did he?

He could do some good things within his ability.

Shouldn't this be the original intention of the establishment of the Rural Cavalry Patrol?

So he nodded: "Yes."

Someone asked: "Justino, my house was damaged by the strong wind, can you help me repair it?"

Justino was confused, but thought of his original intention to do good things: "Yes."

Everyone looked at it, and I was surprised that the Rural Patrol had changed their nature and did good things.

So someone else said: "Justino, my cousin, works for the "Family Daily" in Mexico City. Because he wrote something he shouldn't have written, he was imprisoned and tortured. Now that you have joined the Rural Patrol, can you help me find out where he is now? Can you save him? Otherwise he will die."

"This..." The request was beyond the scope of the iron man. Seeing the other party's eager face, Justino said: "I can go back and ask Don John Constantine, maybe he has a way. He is a trustworthy man who attaches the most importance to honor."

...

Zhao Chuanxin walked into the tool room, and the Chihuahua wanted to follow him. Zhao Chuanxin kicked it back: "Get lost."

Open the passage and go down, and go to the glass-top studio familiarly.

Zhao Chuanxin spread out the paper on the table and began to design the uniform.

Xingyue manipulated the black puppet craftsman and puppet servants to study the soul rotor and soul stator.

For several days, Xingyue had no idea about the soul engine.

Zhao Chuanxin was concentrating on his work when he suddenly heard a "bang".