Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin had already had this idea in his mind, waiting for work at leisure, and caught them off guard.

That’s the beauty of times of poor communication and slow traffic.

Although there are cars, New York City does not have the capacity to provide every police officer with a car.

And even if you have a car, you can't run fast with a flat belly.

The police who rushed to rescue were repulsed by a wave of metal barrages. Zhao Chuanxin changed the bullet belt and continued to lie between the two Maxims.

He is really not afraid of being surrounded.

First of all, it is impossible for all the police in New York to come, and secondly, what if they are surrounded?

To the east is the East River, to the north are buildings, and to the south is the Upper Bay outside of Battery Park. He can easily escape even if he can't fight.

The two sides reached a deadlock again.

Inside the first precinct.

The policeman who had used his binoculars to see his teammates rushing to the rescue had just cheered up, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin would be defeated due to a double-team attack from both sides.

Unexpectedly, he was beaten back as soon as he showed his head.

For a time, morale dropped to the bottom.

"How to do?"

"Let's continue negotiating."

As a result, the door to the first branch was opened again.

A police officer missed his target and came out with a white flag.

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

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "History is always so strikingly similar."

The man said, "We are going to release your people now."

"casual."

"..."

The Smith brothers filed out of the first precinct.

"Boss, is that you?" Er Smith burst into tears.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't even stand up: "How many Smiths?"

"second."

"Second Smith, take your brother back to work."

Seven Smith was the more impulsive one. He asked: "Boss, what about you? Don't you need our help?"

Er Smith kicked him: "Don't be embarrassed. How can you help?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Let's go quickly, we won't be able to catch the Fifth Avenue tram in a while."

Smith: "..."

After the Smith brothers leave.

The police officer holding up the white flag continued to ask: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I want you to help me find someone."

"Who?"

"Kang Youwei of the Imperial Constitutional Council."

The policeman holding the white flag was stunned.

They took money from the Imperial Constitutional Council, and Zhao Chuanxin came to kill them. The condition of their withdrawal was to find their sponsor?

The policeman holding the white flag looked uncertain: "Wait a minute, I want to ask my superiors for instructions."

New York City police often play free-for-nothing tricks.

But that depends on the individual, ordinary criminals, everything is easy to say.

But for funders like Kang Youwei who are already considered capitalists, the New York police still have to take their own "reputation" into consideration.

The reaction of the director of the First Branch is very interesting. Zhao Chuanxin killed so many of their people, and he was able to discuss with Zhao Chuanxin and let him withdraw.

But when Zhao Chuanxin asked them to find out the financial owner,

"No!" the director said solemnly: "We are the police, how can we help the criminal? Since he is unwilling to evacuate and will not surrender, let's wait for our large reinforcements to arrive. He will not be able to escape. "

At this time, a policeman knocked on the door: "Chief, the New York Times called and asked what happened? A witness called them to report what happened here, and they are going to send a reporter here."

"Tell them not to come!"

……

Zhao Chuanxin did not wait for a reply, and he was not in a hurry.

Feeling his abdomen was a little swollen, he stood up and walked a few steps, unfastened his belt and let the water drain.

His position was very particular, with police reinforcements on his left and the First Precinct on his right. How could he face both of them sideways.

It can be seen that he protects "privacy" very strictly.

After shuddering, Zhao Chuanxin pulled up his pants and strolled back.

At this time, on the porch of a restaurant, a policeman held a Springfield M1892 and aimed at Zhao Chuanxin.

This rifle was the main battle equipment of the US Marine Corps when the Eight-Nation Allied Forces invaded China.

boom!

In the distance, Zhao Chuanxin fell down in response.

The sniper was overjoyed: "I knocked him down!"

"As expected of a sharpshooter from the Marine Corps."

"Shet, awesome!"

The police who rushed to the rescue were excited.

"Come on, let's catch this son of a bitch and cut him into pieces!"

Having said that, no one dared to go forward alone.

The superintendent ordered at least half of the troops and advanced cautiously with his gun in hand.

The remaining people stayed where they were, ready to shoot and respond.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...

Zhao Chuanxin, who was "standing up" on the ground, suddenly turned over, lying down, and swept across with the God of War M1907.

Chug tug tug…

A volley of bullets knocked down eight people, and the rest abandoned their weapons and armor and fled in disgrace.

Zhao Chuanxin lay back down again, took out Mauser bullets and loaded them.

"Faq, this despicable guy!"

"Damn it!"

The superintendent rushed to the rescue and yelled, but to no avail.

At this time, a police officer gasped and said, "Superintendent, reporters from the New York Times, New York News, and New York Evening Post are all here. They want to film interviews at close range."

Just as the superintendent was about to speak, the surrounding police officers could no longer stop these journalists who were as excited as sharks smelling blood.

They held cameras and pens on their backs and charged into battle like frontline soldiers.

Zhao Chuanxin faintly heard the movement and looked up.

He rolled his eyes, took out the Whip of Judgment, tore off a piece of white cloth on a sheet, and whistled.

Amidst the whistle, the whip of judgment briefly lifted the white cloth and stood upright.

Over there, a young policeman suddenly said to the superintendent: "Look, he has put up a white flag."

The superintendent frowned: "I won't be fooled a second time."

The young policeman was unsure: "What if he really wants to surrender?"

The superintendent glanced at him: "Well, go ahead and ask him yourself to see what he wants to do."

Small police:"……"

You deserve to die, you're a bitch!

Zhao Chuanxin held up the white flag for a while, then heard a young policeman shout from a distance: "Chen Yigeng, do you want to surrender?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "I want you to let the reporters in."

The little policeman breathed a sigh of relief, and his back was wet with cold sweat.

He ran back quickly and reported the situation to the superintendent.

The superintendent flatly refused: "No."

How embarrassing would it be to tell someone close to a thousand people and besiege one?

Moreover, they received money from the Imperial Constitutional Council, which would be a scandal if it were leaked.

Although they are not afraid of this.

However, just when Zhao Chuanxin was raising the white flag, Gerald Stanley of the New York World had already sneaked in while they were not paying attention.

When the other reporters saw it, they immediately shouted: "If you let us in, why can the New York World go?"