Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin planned to find a ship and go directly north to Tianjin. It would be better if he took the same route all the way outside the customs.

I didn't expect to encounter this.

He followed curiously and inquired for two days, but he didn't expect this matter to become a big deal.

The detained female prisoner is Li Wang. This woman has a good background. Her father has been doing business in Chongqing for many years and has considerable assets. Her uncle is in charge of the customs brokerage of Sichuan Investment and Chongqing Bureau in Chongqing. Her deceased husband was also an official of the Qing court.

This time, Li Wang wanted to transport the body of her deceased husband back to her hometown for burial.

Accompanying him were three servants and fifteen slaves aged between 8 and 14 years old.

The problem arises with these slaves.

The crew of the ship were foreigners. When they saw someone bringing a group of slaves on board, they wanted to blackmail them. Li Wang probably felt that since he had the money to bring many people, it was reasonable and legal and there was no need to go against the crew's wishes because of this matter, so he refused.

As a result, the crew complained to an American missionary about the trafficking of women by the Li Wang family.

The news reached Shanghai, and the patrolmen in the Shanghai Concession waited directly at the dock to arrest him in one fell swoop.

After the arrest, the patrol in the French Concession was handed over to the public patrol house.

The reason for suing Li Wang is that she is suspected of illegally abducting women and young girls.

So everyone spread rumors, saying that she would be kidnapped and become a prostitute.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about Li Wang's family background and felt that such a person would not engage in pimping.

But he also hated the slave trade such as "servants". No wonder so many people wanted to overthrow the Qing Dynasty.

The reason for the commotion later was that the British deputy consul Deweimen and the Chinese interrogator Guan Jiong brought the Li Wang family to confront the court.

Mrs. Li Wang had a complete set of purchase procedures in hand, and the slaves also stated that the family sold them voluntarily.

However, Deweimen insisted that the slave trade itself was illegal in a civilized society, and Li Wang's so-called purchase procedures became evidence of the crime.

Regardless of whether it is a violation or a crime, Guan Jiong emphasized that this is the Chinese people's own business, and the Li Wang family must be placed in the women's prison first. But De refused to give in and let the policemen present fight for Li Wang's family.

The two sides started fighting on the spot. These fake foreign devils on patrol successfully defeated the Qing government officials and reportedly tore up the court uniforms and court beads of the Qing court officials present.

This incident spread instantly to major cities at home and abroad, including Tianjin, Shanghai, and Guangzhou. London abroad and New York, USA, etc.

Li Wang's case was to be retried. On the day of the trial, many reporters and spectators came.

The case was not yet being tried, but fierce conflicts broke out at the scene. The foreign reporters and the Chinese spectators started fighting.

Zhao Chuanxin was also among the spectators.

He looked at me in confusion as you pinched me and I kicked you pretty fiercely.

He is absolutely against the slave trade. If he punishes the Li Wang family, he will not feel cruel at all. While she was enjoying the service of those slaves, who could feel pity for those girls who were not even adults yet?

Because the Chinese boycotted American products before, everyone now has a bad impression of foreigners. I feel that this is a Chinese matter and it is not the turn of foreigners to interfere.

That's why the conflict broke out.

We can just solve it behind closed doors. What does it have to do with you foreigners?

This is a matter of principle.

So Zhao Chuanxin thought about it and decided not to participate. Anyway, scratching his head and face wouldn't cause much trouble.

But when he saw the angry expressions of the Chinese people present, he vaguely felt that this matter might continue to cause trouble.

I wanted to leave, but I thought I could still help if things got serious. But if you stay, isn't it just a matter of having enough to eat and have some free time?

Without hesitation, he stayed in Shanghai for a few more days.

On November 17 of the lunar calendar, the embassy in Beijing sent an order for acquittal to Shanghai. However, the Consulate in Shanghai deliberately delayed the release for two days and released her on November 19th.

Clearly showing contempt for the official authority of the Qing court.

This suddenly stung a hornet's nest.

The Chinese in Shanghai began to protest and burned down the patrol house.

The foreigners recruited the "Business Group of All Nations" and armies from various countries to suppress it.

Then, they opened fire.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was in the crowd, was stunned when he heard the gunfire.

Then his face turned pale.

He squeezed through the crowd, walked outside the nearby store, took out his gun and started shooting at the foreigners.

"Ah, they shot!"

"Kill someone!"

"Our people also shot!"

"Well done, kill the foreigner!"

While the protestors retreated in shock, many people also looked back curiously.

I saw a man wearing a coat and a strange mask on his head, with only two eyes exposed.

He turned slightly sideways, holding a pistol in his hand. He raised the pistol very high, held the gun at an angle, and fired in an orderly manner.

Always one shot in the chest and one in the head.

The hand is called steady, the hitting is called accurate!

"It's so awesome. If you beat the foreigners to death, let's copy them too!"

"Throw stones at them!"

There are not so many stones, but bricks, brooms, shoes and other things are flying everywhere.

Zhao Chuanxin shot and killed three people in succession. Then he found a bunker to defend.

Seeing the fierce firepower of the opponent, his expression began to become ferocious, the pistol disappeared, and there was a Madsen machine gun in his hand.

During the gap between the opponent's firing, he stepped out and the machine gun in his hand began to spit out tongues of fire.

The legs were steady, the waist was rotated, and after the machine gun fire, the foreign troops fell in pieces.

The Chinese demonstrators were shocked!

They may have seen shooting, but they have basically never seen what war is like, let alone a weapon with such powerful firepower as a machine gun.

Zhao Chuanxin finished a handful of bullets, immediately changed the magazine, and continued shooting.

A group of foreigners holding rifles had no power to fight back, and they were beaten so hard that they howled like ghosts.

"Damn it, aren't you awesome?"

Zhao Chuanxin had a great time today!

After using up the second magazine, the survivors on the opposite side no longer dared to show their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his hand, the machine gun disappeared, and the pistol appeared again in his hand.

Click, load.

His figure suddenly rose up, and he rushed over in three or five steps to catch up with an ordinary person.

He walked around the bunker, put the pistol on his waist with his right hand, and pressed the muzzle of the opponent's gun with his left hand to point the muzzle down, bang bang bang!

The foreign soldiers behind the bunker fell.

There was a person showing up in front, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his gun, holding it steady with both hands, bang!

Direct headshot.

The demonstrators behind were hanging at a distance, not daring to get close, and very curious.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished shooting, he directly changed the gun, loaded it, and continued shooting.

A quick shooter suddenly emerged from behind the bunker and shot Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin paused for a moment.

the marchers screamed.

"The hero has been shot!"

"Oops!"

The opponent used a revolver.

It is not easy to fire the second shot, and Zhao Chuanxin will not give him this opportunity.

Boom!

Fall to the ground!

The marchers were stunned!

You were shot, how come you act like nothing happened?

It was the foreign army that was dispersed here, but it was not the army that fought against the demonstrators on the other side, but the people from the business corps of all nations.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and shouted to a group of Chinese marchers: "Don't follow me. Why don't you go back? Aren't you afraid of bullets?"

He yelled and hurried to another street.

At this time, he had another Madsen machine gun in his hand.

Several foreigners wearing top hats and suits were holding rifles and shooting at the parade.

Several marchers fell to the ground, and the rest screamed and retreated. A foreigner proudly put his rifle on his shoulder.

In his opinion, these people were just shouting and shouting on the street to take advantage of the large number of people.

"The sick man of East Asia is vulnerable to a single blow!"

Unexpectedly, out of the corner of his eye, something seemed wrong.

When he turned around, he saw a man with a mask on his head whose face could not be seen clearly, and could only see a pair of fire-breathing eyes. He was walking towards here with a machine gun in his right arm.

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