Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

East Houston Street, 10th inning.

The policemen in the police station suddenly heard the sound of horses.

They turned around in surprise and found a tall horse running into the police station. It was particularly majestic and strong, like a draft horse.

On the horse, an equally tall and muscular man sat.

A group of Jews looked at Zhao Chuanxin with fanatical eyes.

The police who had just arrived for rescue immediately ran away.

Can you beat the tens of thousands of police officers in New York?

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the first branch.

When a group of people chatter, their nature changes.

"you……"

The corners of his mouth were blistered.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Grandpa is here!"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled over on his stomach, raised his eyes, and replied lazily: "What are you talking about?"

A man rushed into a circle surrounded by hundreds of police officers and then retreated into the police station with a corpse on his back, chasing a group of police officers.

Because the crowd was so dense, many people shot and accidentally injured their own people.

"Chen Yigeng, don't fire, I'm here to negotiate."

"We let him go, can you leave?"

After Zhao Chuanxin emptied five magazines, he shouted loudly and charged forward with the rotting corpse in both hands.

Zhao Chuanxin took a running start and jumped five meters high, reaching the roof of the coffee shop.

Finally, someone was frightened by Zhao Chuanxin's unique weapon and shouted: "Retreat to the police station!"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed the Winchester M1897 in a circle: "I don't care how much you want him, but from today on, I will walk on the street blatantly. If any policeman dares to stop me, I will kill the police station where he belongs. !”

Just saying.

"Damn it, Faker, look, everyone, New York City's First Precinct actually raised the white flag and surrendered..."

The sound of leather shoes sounded, and the Chief of the New York City Police Department's 10th Precinct, Charles G. Meyers, sensed something was wrong and walked out.

Inside the Dartmouth Building.

"It's a heavy machine gun!"

Maxim also confiscated it here, and he set up another one in the opposite direction.

There are six to seven hundred police officers here.

When the rescue team comes and makes dumplings for you, can you still be arrogant?

Zhao Chuanxin blocked his face, rushed towards a policeman, knocked him away, and rolled to the ground.

boom!

The two policemen were beaten backwards.

Zhao Chuanxin fired a shot into the sky.

He felt somewhat shameless.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Isn't it right to let them go? Originally, those people didn't break the law. It was you who collected illegal money."

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin standing upright, his body froze.

"..."

Sixty to seventy percent of the ten successes were lost.

Second, the municipal building is not far behind them.

It was inconvenient to use the Winchester M1897 to push the body forward with one hand, so I had to use a horse pusher.

Even if his back was exposed to them, no one dared to shoot.

Zhao Chuanxin said indifferently: "It's just like you collecting money to arrest innocent people, just for fun."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and added: "What kind of Imperial Constitutional Council? You can collect the money. If I can spend it until the end of the rainy season, I will lose!"

"I didn't see it."

He went up to the roof of the coffee shop, took advantage of the commanding heights, and took out the Mosin Nagant to take aim.

He grabbed the policeman on the ground and put his body in front of him. Only then did he have time to load the horse card with his gun and move forward to shoot at the side of the policeman's body.

In the French Baroque-style Dartmouth Building, countless white-collar workers witnessed the shootout at the First Precinct of New York City.

Even though the shock-absorbing effect of the Resolute Armor was excellent, after being shot too many times, there was still a lot of force that could not be discharged. First, when he held up his left arm to block the door, his left arm began to feel numb, and his elbow ached.

Tata Tata...

bang, bang, bang...

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him: "Let him go, or will blood flow like a river?"

But today’s story is not here.

The police team became chaotic.

He dismounted and patted Mishan's neck: "Run away and listen to my whistle later."

Everyone looked down in disbelief.

"It's so miserable, there are corpses all over the ground!"

"Call other branches for help!"

Seeing how cowardly they were, Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "All 35 police stations in New York have disarmed, and not a single one of them is a man!

Who has ever seen a scene where one person charges hundreds of people?

Zhao Chuanxin, relying on his momentum, broke into the police team for the second time, drew out the elf carving knife and slashed left and right.

Not to mention anything else, that skull mask is familiar to all New York police officers.

Zhao Chuanxin fired the Winchester M1897.

"I don't know, I can't see clearly."

Normally, most of the police officers in the police station would patrol the streets, and there would not be too many people left behind.

"Farke, where did he come from?"

"Be careful."

Inside the police station.

"cannot!"

The First Precinct is so heavily armed for two reasons.

"I'm boiling it, look, even the ground is red!"

After going out, someone asked: "Boss, let's go with you to save the other brothers."

"what?"

Some people drew their guns, while others stood still.

The white-collar workers in Dartmouth Tower exclaimed at the same time.

Suddenly, the door of the police station opened a crack, and someone came out shivering, holding a piece of white cloth with a mop.

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

"Why?" The person over there sounded angry.

I blanch...

"Don't be afraid of being broken into pieces. You must keep your innocence in this world. You are just joining in the fun. Go find Abraham to work and make money."

"Fake!"

Even if 10,000 pigs are killed, they must be chopped until they are weak.

boom……

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

Now without the devil crystal glasses, he definitely wouldn't go there, but bravely venturing into the New York City Government Building is quite attractive.

The last policeman who entered the police station happened to look back and stared into Zhao Chuanxin's blood-red eyes, and he suddenly felt like he was dead.

Seeing that the distance was too far to be effective, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and ran towards the first branch on the roof.

Hey hey...

All the police officers had their hands on their holsters, but no one dared to act rashly.

Doors and windows were torn apart in an instant, and the exterior walls of the First Precinct seemed to be peeling off quickly as time accelerated.

He bared his teeth and smiled.

"Fuck you!"

The man shrunk his neck and quickly retreated.

First, Zhao Chuanxin had just defeated the director of the 10th bureau, and the director of the 1st bureau was scared.

boom.

The bullets of the Madsen machine gun could not be replenished. Maxim had bullets but could not set them up in the fire. Zhao Chuanxin's biggest killer weapons were the Winchester M1897 and the Ares M1907.

Several Jews were imprisoned here.

The most arrogant person is Zhang San, an outsider.