Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The lady wanted to ask about the situation, but before she could speak, Zhao Chuanxin instantly put on a mask and gloves.

"Don't move in the car, wait for me."

The coachman was already under control.

In the darkness, there were shadowy figures, and more than ten men with guns surrounded the car.

Someone shouted: "Get out of the car and get checked."

This is the main road to Xinxin Prison.

In the car, the lady didn't know the situation, but she could hear the impatience and cruelty of the blocker, and the coachman's silence.

Something was clearly wrong.

She finally became afraid.

The officer pulled out his gun, cocked the hammer, and held the gun in both hands.

Although he tried his best to stay calm, his body was still shaking.

This frightens the lady even more.

Instead, Andrew Miller comforted him: "Don't panic, they don't know they have provoked a terrible existence, let them be arrogant for a while."

Police officer: "..."

Is this what you should say? Why are you so confident?

The lady was even more surprised. Why was it the criminal comforting the police officer?

Chug tug tug…

After the short, sharp gunshots, only each other's heavy breathing and the exclamations of the coachman outside could be heard in the carriage, and silence fell immediately.

There was only the noise of frogs croaking and cicadas at night, and the little things were fearless in the face of mankind's deadly thermal weapons.

Everyone in the carriage felt helpless and resigned to their fate.

Even the assassin did not get any comfort. He felt that he was captured and that no matter what, he would only die.

After a moment, the car door opened and Zhao Chuanxin got into the car.

He knocked on the window and said to the driver: "Let's go!"

The horses kicked and stepped, and the car moved slowly.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his skull mask, took out the bullet, and loaded the submachine gun magazine.

Everyone saw that he acted like nothing was wrong and his expression was extremely calm.

The lady spoke first: "What happened?"

Zhao Chuanxin first replenished the ammunition, put away the magazine, and put his arms around the lady's waist: "Madam, don't worry, they are local gangsters. I reasoned with them, and they left quietly."

The police officers smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke remaining on Zhao Chuanxin's body and knew that those people might be peaceful, but they couldn't leave.

What kind of weapon is that? To make that kind of continuous gunfire?

The magazine in Zhao Chuanxin's hand is so long, maybe it can hold thirty rounds of bullets, right?

A big question mark was drawn in the police officer's head.

I just felt that this escort trip was really torturous.

The lady saw many holes in Zhao Chuanxin's thick coat.

She couldn't help but reached out and touched it, but felt the outline of her chest muscles.

"Is this a bullet hole?"

When she said this, Zhao Chuanxin also felt a little uncomfortable.

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that there should be no danger for the time being, so I took off my clothes and unbuttoned the special buttons on the hem.

嘡啷嘡啷……

I don't know how many warheads were shaken off the carriage board.

Zhao Chuanxin fastened the buttons and put them on again.

Everyone: "..."

It's outrageous!

How many shots does it take to leave so many bullets?

Isn’t this even dead?

When we arrived at the prison gate, the driver stopped the car and reminded us: "Sir, we have arrived at Xinxin Prison."

He was in shock, with a trembling voice.

Zhao Chuanxin winked at the lady and said, "Sister, I'm leaving first."

Saying that, he jumped out of the car without any hesitation.

The lady moved to the car, stuck her head out and shouted, "Remember to come to me."

The police officer was speechless.

After many twists and turns, we finally arrived.

The police officers "politely" invited Zhao Chuanxin into the prison to meet with the guards at Xinxin Prison.

Under the surprised gaze of the prison guard, the police officer said to Zhao Chuanxin before leaving: "Sir, I wish you a happy life."

God is so happy.

It was the first time I saw a police officer wishing the prisoner a happy life.

And why is this prisoner not wearing handcuffs?

Perhaps because of the police's explanation, Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller were imprisoned in the same cell again.

The assassin was taken for treatment.

Whether he can survive or not is unknown.

There were only two people in the cell, Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller.

Zhao Chuanxin packed up, lay down on the bed, and said, "Don't sleep, keep watch. If someone comes, wake me up. You can sleep during the day, and I'll keep watch."

……

The next day, Manhattan, New York City.

John Rockefeller Jr. was deep in thought behind his desk, his eyes straight.

There was a knock on the door and he raised his eyes: "Come in."

In walked Ricky, a long-time employee of the family who had always kept a low profile and was his secretary.

Ricky said, "There's some bad news."

John Rockefeller Jr.'s heart skipped a beat: "What's the matter?"

"Yesterday, at the First Precinct on Beit Street, a man we sent was beaten to death in the police station. Later, I learned that they wanted to transfer the prisoners and sent two groups. One was on the train to assassinate, and the other was in Australia. On the way from Spin Town to Xingxin Prison. The entire army was wiped out."

John Rockefeller Jr. was being scolded by his father yesterday, so he pretended to be calm.

But the chair under my butt made a creaking sound.

Ricky could feel the anxiety building inside him.

"What's the reason? Is there an army protecting him?"

Ricky shook his head: "It is said that when he was at the police station, there was only one person beside Andrew Miller, who was also a prisoner. When they were escorted, there were an extra police officer, no more than three."

John Rockefeller Jr. had already spoken with Ronaldo and reached an agreement on this matter.

But something happened on the other end.

He asked: "Is there a solution?"

Ricky nodded: "I have investigated that another prisoner has been held together with Andrew Miller. I can try to separate them and then take action."

"That's it, make sure to kill with one blow."

……

In the morning, let out some air.

Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller came to the playground.

The cell was too dark. In order to save money, there was not much lighting at all, which made me feel depressed.

It will be much better if you come out and relax.

A group of people looked at the two men maliciously, but did not step forward rashly.

New inmates in the prison have to fall in line or submit a petition in order to stay here with peace of mind.

Either make friends or make sure you are strong enough.

Although Andrew Miller has been in the army, the prisoners here are all tall and round, with scars, tattoos, bald heads, seal beards, and eyes as big as copper bells...

No matter how scary it is.

This is much scarier than being at the police station.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around. Except for the prison guards armed with rifles on the high wall, there were no thermal weapons here.

He then took off his armor of fortitude, turned around, and put it away to hide his eyes from others.

As usual, I practiced balancing.

In the past, Zhao Zhongyi wanted to teach him how to practice martial arts step by step. It was either windy or rainy.