Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

In the past few days, Zhao Chuanxin seemed relaxed, but in fact his nerves were always tense.

Prisoners, prison guards, wardens, including Charles Baker, a police detective with obvious evil intentions, everyone is a potential enemy, and except for Andrew Miller, everyone can be stabbed in the back at any time.

When he arrived at his new home, he immediately took out his sand and mud trowel gloves and locked the door tightly, making it impossible to get in or out.

Andrew Miller felt that he was omnipotent and could even appear unpredictably and kill his enemies just by summoning him.

The two hotels were later demolished and the place was built into the famous Empire State Building!

Charles Baker looked up at the hotel and knew.

35 years old, middle-level member of "An Liang Tang" in Chinatown.

He was looking through Zhao Chuanxin's files.

"Stop talking nonsense, I have something to ask you."

He spread out the new quilt and lay down on the bed to get a good sleep.

It was time to relax, and the prison guard came to open the door, but found that the cell door could not be pushed open no matter what.

The prisons are also different.

Xin said that if he went to do promotions, he would definitely be a good player.

Ricky pondered for a long time. He couldn't tell the truth, but he still had to give an explanation to Charles Baker.

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this name, he felt it was very Irish.

"Well, very good." Zhao Chuanxin said perfunctorily and walked straight towards the Irish Gang.

As a result, he created the only record since Sing Sing Correctional Facility, built along the Hudson River in Ossining in 1825, that prisoners were eager to return to their lousy cells during break time.

During this period of time, I hugged the queen every day, and I was not used to the coldness and softness of nephrite.

You can't always use fear to control people's hearts. Zhao Chuanxin came to the grass field of the playground and said to the people of the Stinky Congregation: "Now, I would like to invite Father Andrew Miller to bless this grass field."

Like a copycat Baptist church.

Many business elites and dignitaries stay here.

Charles Baker sneered, this information was fake at first glance.

To be able to live here, one must be no ordinary person.

He asked, "What's your connection to the Dorrance Gang?"

After thinking for a while, Charles Baker picked up his coat, put it on his arm, put his hat on his head, and hurried out.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that the number of people in the Stink Club had expanded to more than forty.

However, what they didn't know was that not far away from them, Charles Baker was disguised as a tourist and was following them every step of the way.

Charles Baker said in a bad accent: "The Chinese name is Chen Yigeng."

Based on the information he knew, he called John Rockefeller Jr.'s office.

"Do you have a man named Samuel Engel?"

Zhao Chuanxin said, winking at Andrew Miller.

But the prison guards dared not say anything.

Charles Baker teased: "Mr. Rich, you seem to be hiding something from me."

Zhao Chuanxin gave Andrew Miller the drawing board and pen, took off his clothes, and followed the other prisoners in wearing only a vest, revealing his strong arms and regular geometric pattern tattoos.

After Charles Baker found out more about it, he went straight to the Waldorf Hotel.

Andrew Miller stretched his head curiously, and Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "What are you looking at?"

"You go first, I will go by myself later."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and stood on the grass field table: "Has anyone joined the Chamber Pot God Cult today?"

He compromised and said: "You just need to know that Andrew Miller is insignificant. The person who wants to keep him has a high status, but that person will not make a big splash."

Andrew Miller was stunned.

After hearing that it was Zhao Chuanxin who was responsible, he held back and waited for the consequences.

This is the power of education.

Ricky was shocked: "What are you talking about?"

In New York City's Madison Square Garden, Edith Roosevelt couldn't resist Wilhelmina's repeated requests and brought her here to watch the famous Buffalo Bill's "Wild West" team perform.

"vomit……"

He said dissatisfiedly: "Detective, I didn't pay you to get to the bottom of this."

No one knew that during this period, he would have the same nightmare over and over again whenever he fell asleep - having his head sniped by the mad Colonel Louis Verweide.

This hotel is located at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street in Midtown Manhattan, the most luxurious business and shopping district.

"Sir, you are right. But I need to know who I have provoked. Isn't this too much?"

The Irish looked at each other, but said nothing.

"Manhattan Detention Facility."

He twisted his neck, stretched his muscles, and waved to the Irish: "Don't say I won't give you a chance, let you be the first."

It can be seen that this kind of killing does not distinguish between inside and outside.

Even Father Andrew Miller, the servant of the God of Chamber Pots, covered his nose and ran away from the scene.

"Which prison?"

An older Irishman coughed and said awkwardly: "We don't want to be your enemy, sir. The pattern you drew is the tattoo of the Dorrance Gang."

Zhao Chuanxin is about 6.1 feet tall, while Chen Yigeng is only 5.54 feet.

The situation was urgent at the time, and Edith Roosevelt's forged identity was full of loopholes.

Charles Baker asked some more questions about Chen Yigeng’s physical characteristics.

Zhao Chuanxin slept soundly.

There is a promenade called Garden Lane that connects the Waldorf Hotel to another hotel called the Astoria.

It doesn't make any sense.

Zhao Chuanxin is strong and strong, while Chen Yigeng is very thin.

Although he no longer works for Rockefeller, he is narrow-minded and will retaliate.

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The stench was carried up the wall by a gust of wind.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a drawing board, a pen and a piece of paper from his trouser pocket.

"You don't want to give face, right? The gang is united, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and started drawing.

"Forehead……"

"Oh, yes, but you called too late. Even if he is guilty, he is already in jail."

"Tom Lee, I'm Charles Baker."

He handed it to the Irishman: "Have you seen this pattern?"

But Charles Baker was busy.

After he finished talking nonsense, Zhao Chuanxin took out the Redemption Scepter from his trouser pocket and recited a spell: "Prisoner of Azkaban, funny and funny, the sharp edge is invisible, Wangwang shatters the ice..."

As he chanted in a low voice, liquid flowed from the top of the Redemption Scepter.

So casual?

It feels like Xinxin Prison is like his backyard.

Zhao Chuanxin washed himself, had breakfast, and then stretched his body and swaggered to the playground under the complicated eyes of many prison guards.

"..."

The bitch Andrew Miller was talking to a group of people. When he saw him arriving, he ran over and said, "Sir, are you okay? I was under investigation yesterday and I didn't say anything I shouldn't have said."