Marvel Teleporter

Chapter 47 Mr. Zhang

After going to Asia on a US warship, after a long journey, Alex and Logan finally set foot on the land of China, a land that is being devastated.

"Alex, what are we going to do now?" Logan still had a big half-smoked cigar in his mouth, and didn't light it, looking around casually.

"Wait!" Alex stood at the ferry, looking at the crowded wharf, his heart fluttered.

The leak in the house happened to rain overnight. In 42 years, Huaxia not only lost the battlefield, but also suffered from a century-old drought, thousands of miles of bare land, and hunger everywhere.People had to leave their homes and seek hope of survival.

On the pier, Alex saw a lot of old people with child care and mouths, and the old people were still carrying iron pots.The pale-faced refugees rushed down the ferry and ran towards the city outside the pier, thinking that they could find a way out here.

Unfortunately, before they rushed out of the pier, groups of policemen in soap-blue uniforms surrounded them step by step with batons and long guns on their backs, trying to drive everyone back.Naturally, the crazy refugees would not give up, and desperately rushed into the human wall set up by the police.

After a moment of stalemate, a fat-headed and big-eared police officer stepped forward from the wall, his round face was full of impatience: "You troublemakers, get out of here immediately, or I will shoot you!" The police officer took out a pistol from his waist, fired several times with the muzzle up, and then aimed the gun at the refugees in front of him.

Most of the refugees were honest farmers. Hearing the gunshots, they shrank their necks and took a few steps back trembling.

"Alex!" Logan picked up the cigar in his mouth with one hand, and turned to look at Alex, with a hint of anger on his calm face.

Alex smiled wryly and shook his head, signaling Logan not to make a move.Alex didn't want to help these refugees, but now he doesn't have the ability and can't do anything.

Seeing the retreating refugees, the current police officer looked very proud, waved his hand like chasing flies and said casually: "Where did you go back and forth, this is not the place you should come from!"

"You are letting us die!" Someone among the refugees shouted.

"Just let you die!" The police officer glared angrily, and shouted arrogantly, "It's useless to keep you, it's better to die!"

"I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" A high-spirited old man rushed forward with a hammer in his hand, making a gesture to smash the hammer at the hideous police officer.

The fat pig-like police officer was taken aback and almost threw the gun in his hand.Fortunately, he woke up in time, looked at the gun in his hand, and immediately stiffened up, the tip of the gun pressed against the old man's forehead, and cursed sharply: "Old man, do you dare to move again? If you move again, I will kill you with one shot!" "Looking at his posture, it seemed that he was about to shoot before the old man made a move.

Alex was really angry. In a flash, he suddenly appeared next to the police officer. He put his right hand on the pistol that was resting on the old man's forehead. He turned to look at the police officer, and said softly, "This brother is just asking for a living. Yes, there is no need to shoot, right?"

Having just returned to Huaxia, Alex didn't want to get any Huaxia blood on his hands, even if it was the police officer in front of him that he hated so much.

The police officer didn't notice that Alex appeared suddenly, thinking that he had got out of the crowd, squinted at him and cursed sharply: "What kind of onion are you? It's broken!"

Alex's face was tense, and he slowly said word by word: "Some people you can afford, some people you can't!"

Song Zixing raised his eyes to look at Alex, and found that he was not someone he knew well, so he shouted arrogantly: "There is no one in the mountain city that Song Zixing can't afford!"

"Song Zixing?" Alex frowned, snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped Song Zixing's fat face, "You can't provoke me!" Regardless, even if Baldy Jiang was standing in front of him at this moment, Alex could still hit him!In the whole of Huaxia, there are few people who Alex dared not fight!
Song Zixing was obviously stupefied, covering his face with one hand, and pointing at Alex with the other hand in a daze for a while before screaming, "Shoot, shoot me, kill him!"

When the policemen behind Song Zixing heard this, they all pulled out their guns and pointed at Alex.

Alex glanced coldly, and all the policemen were too frightened to move.Having fought so many battles on the European battlefield, Alex killed quite a few people, and his hostility is not comparable to these policemen who only know how to bully and fear evil.

At this time, Logan walked to Alex's side unknowingly, and looked at Song Zixing coldly, as if looking at a dead body.

Song Zixing couldn't help trembling when he saw Logan appearing, he was not only frightened by Logan's eyes, but also by Logan's complexion.In this era of Huaxia, foreigners are the upper class, and provoking foreigners means international disputes, and the final unlucky ones in international disputes will always be Chinese people!
Just when Song Zixing was considering whether to apologize on his knees or give money to make amends, a middle-aged man walked over from the crowd, looked around, and walked straight towards Alex.

Seeing the person coming, Song Zixing couldn't help getting excited, and just about to open his mouth to flatter him, he saw the middle-aged man walking up to Alex with a respectful face: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhang?"

Alex nodded, looked the middle-aged man in front of him up and down and said, "Yes, I am Zhang Xuan." Back in China, the English name seemed a bit awkward, and Alex felt that using his Chinese Name, which is what he had greeted Strack earlier in the morning.And the middle-aged man in front of him is the person in charge of Hydra in China, and he has a very high status in the national government.

"Mr. Zhang, please come with me!" After confirming Zhang Xuan's identity, the middle-aged man's expression became more humble, almost bending over to ask for the way.

Zhang Xuan turned his head to look at Song Zixing, who was already pale with fright, and asked with a chuckle, "Now, can you still provoke me?"

Song Zixing fell limp and fell to the ground, tearfully clutching Zhang Xuan's trousers, and begged hoarsely for mercy: "The little one has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, and I hope Mr. Zhang has a lot of them, so forgive the little one!"

Zhang Xuan came to China to expel Little Japan, not to get angry with a little policeman, he laughed and walked away directly.

Until Zhang Xuan and his party disappeared from the pier, a young policeman helped Song Zixing up, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Song, what is the background of Mr. Zhang? Why have you never heard of it?"

Song Zixing stood up straight, looking at Zhang Xuan's leaving direction, he was also a little confused: "I don't know the origin of this young man, but I know the one who came to pick him up."

"Who?"

"National Government, Minister of Finance!"

(End of this chapter)