Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

John Browning saw the restless stragglers hidden on the outskirts, among the police.

They exchanged glances, then rushed left and right, pushing aside the crowd, intending to subdue the Asian young man who was admired by the stars at close range.

This made him feel a little nervous.

What is the background of that Asian young man that makes him worthy of these policemen's violent attack?

Chug tug tug…

Zhao Chuanxin began to take off his clothes and put on his tough armor that smelled of sweat, unmoved by the bullets rattling against the stone wall.

Zhao Chuanxin tied his mouth and said calmly: "The principle is to use the high-strength electromagnetic force generated by the coil in the gun barrel to launch the magnetic needle. A transient capacitor system is used. The coil only generates a pulsed high-strength electromagnetic field at the moment of launch..."

But a series of bullets startled the armed police.

Before John Browning could answer, he stepped out.

They are the ones who fall!

As he ran, few of the bullets actually hit him.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "You old boy, you didn't give me face before and couldn't be summoned repeatedly. Now you dare to stand in front of me?"

This makes Zhao Chuanxin's shooting skills even more amazing.

John Browning had sweat on his forehead.

In terms of rate of fire, he is still defeated.

Zhao Chuanxin fired one shot at a time and retreated while firing. A group of police officers were suppressed and could not even raise their heads.

"Wrong person." Zhao Chuanxin directly denied it without hesitation.

"Chen Yigeng, raise your hands, you are under arrest."

Zhao Chuanxin launched a charge!

John Browning blinked: "What on earth are you talking about?"

The distance was slightly longer, coupled with the opponent's position behind the bunker and the impressive accuracy of the submachine gun, no one was hit.

The lead Secret Service agent narrowed his eyes.

After thinking about it, he still sat upright because he felt that even if the Asian young man was surrounded by a group of spectators, he would not be able to escape.

Zhao Chuanxin was smiling while signing and shaking hands with others, but his eyes were darting around.

It's so arrogant that it makes people feel suffocated.

"Chen Yigeng, raise your hands, there are police here."

Two people are no match for one person!

They didn't dare to poke their heads in, but Zhao Chuanxin trotted forward carelessly.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The devil's crystal glasses can roughly see the opponent's position through the stone wall.

She found that her parents were chasing the man who was asking for an autograph, grabbing the back of the shirt of the man who was about to step on her, and lifting it up.

Bang, bang!

However, neither of the two shots were fired by them...

The little girl was like a pendant on his arm, as light as nothing, and did not hinder him from pulling the handle of the machine to load the gun.

The two counted three times and suddenly stood up at the same time.

I really can hit wherever I want.

This pistol is exactly the type of gun he came to promote at the gun show this time - the Browning M1906 pocket automatic pistol.

The man was in mid-air, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and boom...

I wonder how strong your hand is?

John Browning was stunned for two seconds.

He leaned forward like lightning and the submachine gun in his hand rang out.

On the other side, the chief special service agent was stunned when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin did not run away, but rushed towards the police.

From his position, he could see Zhao Chuanxin behind the stone wall.

He could see that Zhao Chuanxin did not want to kill anyone.

"If you don't surrender, will we shoot?"

Zhao Chuanxin saw a little girl fall to the ground, and her parents were missing.

But his hand quietly reached into the briefcase, and there was a pistol lying quietly inside.

The little girl was lying on the ground so frightened that she even forgot to cry. Big feet flew around and above her.

police:"……"

That calmness moved John Browning.

Still shot in the shoulder.

"Damn it, Faker, he's only one person. We both got up and shot at the same time. Remember to hit accurately!"

The chief Secret Service agent saw a police officer swimming upstream in a torrent of people.

boom!

Another police officer was shot in the shoulder.

The crowd was quiet for a moment, then became chaotic.

Seeing is believing, do you know what kind of strength someone has?

Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of his cigar and glanced at him: "Old boy, I'm warning you, watch your mouth. Don't say anything you shouldn't say after you go out."

The marksmanship of these policemen is not very good.

What Zhao Chuanxin is holding is the FN M1903, which is larger and heavier, and also uses ammunition with a larger caliber.

The little girl's face turned pale with fright.

Good marksmanship!

That distance is already the limit of the pistol.

"Everyone come down and hunt him down."

The man flew out upside down.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand.

These words made Zhao Chuanxin stunned: "Who are you?"

John Browning said to himself: I made the gun, but being able to use it so well has little to do with me...

Is this person going to kill him?

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Then I'll drive first."

Saying that, he quickly put on his mud trowel gloves and built another stone wall here.

He rushed over quickly and thrust the girl into John Browning's arms: "Look after her for me."

Who in the right mind would do this?

In the distance, the Chief Secret Service Agent and Wilhelmina were equally concerned.

Zhao Chuanxin put on a skull mask, lit a cigar, and said, "I just want to tell you, since I invited you and you won't come, then be wise and shut up, because it has nothing to do with you!"

This scene happened to be seen by Browning.

"John Moses Browning!"

As he walked, he looked back.

I just didn't expect that the owner of the manor would be Asian.

Two six zero three: c zero two four: c zero zero a: c four one one:: one four

Farke, isn't this just that kind of gun?

What kind of magical rate of fire is this? What kind of mysterious firepower is this?

He also saw the Ares M1907 submachine gun in Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

The sight of the tongues of fire spitting out was beautiful and shocking, which fascinated him as a firearms design expert.

The pale dusk comes from afar, dividing the sky into gradually changing colors of gold and blue, blending in with the tall buildings.

After arriving at a bunker, the policeman was trembling with fear.

When he was about to approach Zhao Chuanxin, his face showed the joy of success.

The lead Secret Service agent was stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the stone wall and shouted: "Stop, you are already surrounded by Chen Yigeng."

Zhao Chuanxi held up the gun and looked at it: "Okay, I'll use it for a few days, and then I'll come up with a pistol that's more powerful than the horse pistol, haha."

Three people were running this way, and the one who was hit by that person was knocked over.

What kind of firepower is this?

John Browning, who was about to leave the place of right and wrong, suddenly paused.

Another policeman rushed in from the right, holding a revolver in his hand, with the hammer cocked and ready to fire.

John Browning was heartbroken.