Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Nowadays, socializing in autumn and winter is not yet cold.

Zhao Chuanxin has a good constitution and can withstand both cold and heat. But he dressed strictly according to the way taught by the older generation.

He is not afraid of old age, but he is afraid of old age and being riddled with diseases.

Outside the car window, the mountains are full of crisp vegetation, the fields are golden, and the setting sun is dazzling.

With the car windows open, in addition to soot, you can also smell the aroma of wheat in the air.

Marcus Nkrumah happily sat on the leather sofa, bumping up and down: "It's so comfortable."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

He took out a pile of cans and cold sandwiches and placed them on the small table.

There were all white people around, but Zhao Chuanxin's table was a mixed bag of people, so it was inevitable that he would be stared at.

Some people couldn't help but mutter: "Who can ride in first class?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at him: "Are you angry or not? Not only the first class carriage, but also the front row seat."

Discrimination against people of color did not end until World War II.

At that time, black people who joined the army could only sit in the last row of buses.

Helping protect our country still doesn't get the respect we deserve.

In fact, the morality that black people later developed has a lot to do with history.

Many people don’t know what it feels like to be discriminated against.

Think about it, for example, if you are poor, everyone will look at you and point fingers at you.

Entering a clothing store, the clerk looks at you askance: "Is this a place for poor people?"

What does that feel like?

I'm afraid I just want to fight hard.

Racism is worse than that feeling, so don't underestimate it.

The white man was furious.

He was just sitting in the second row.

He shouted angrily: "Conductor, conductor..."

The conductor arrived and asked doubtfully: "Sir, what can I do?"

The man pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and others: "Why can they sit here?"

The conductor turned to look at Zhao Chuanxin, and a warm smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Mr. Zhao, is there anything I can do for you?"

He had received a warning from the platform that Zhao Chuanxin was in the first-class carriage, so he should proceed with caution.

In the first-class carriage, the only people on this table were Asians.

The conductors at this time were all men.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't like male conductors, he only likes his stinky sister.

He waved his hand: "I need you to go to the side."

"Okay, I'll leave now."

The white man: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin spread his hands: "Just tell me whether you are angry or not?"

"Fake." The white man was furious.

But nothing can be done.

A large part of their sense of superiority and courage comes from the fact that people of color in the United States are used to being submissive, and all public places and public resources are tilted towards white people.

But once someone like Zhao Chuanxin appeared, he had no choice.

Hands-on?

Haha, except for that kid, he couldn't beat anyone at the table.

But what he didn't know was that the kid also had a Lugang M1907 on his waist.

Ning'an was thoughtful.

In the final analysis, it still depends on whose fist is bigger.

The teacher said that a person named Zhou represented a real warrior, but a real warrior would not dare to face the Butcher of the Far East.

While eating and drinking along the way, Zhao Chuanxin flipped through the "Old God Codex" and let "me" hurry on.

It was still dark before we arrived at Kurdex.

The white man got out of the car first, and as soon as the door opened, he ran out.

Not long after, two white policemen came menacingly.

The white man pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "It's them. How dare a nigger sit in a first-class carriage, and these yellow guys!"

The two policemen took out their batons and beat them on their palms: "Hey, stop."

Ning An kindly persuaded: "You should do your own job and don't meddle in other people's business."

Amitabha, sir, your temper is not very good. He is very kind.

A policeman sneered: "You are so damn arrogant. If I arrest you today and lock you up for two days, you will become more sensible in the future."

Once locked up, I'm afraid even a severe beating would be light, and he would most likely die in there.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his gun directly.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

A policeman was shot in the head.

Ling Yi, a policeman, was shot in both shoulders and the knee joints of both legs. Weary on the spot and wailing on the ground.

The white man was petrified.

Screams erupted at the train station.

The white man was so frightened that his legs became weak and he even forgot to escape.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and hooked his hand at the white man: "I am a fair person. Since you are unarmed, you challenge him to a duel. If you win, you can leave."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Ning An.

Ning An didn't dare to move when he saw the white man moving. He frowned and looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth and sucked in air: "What the hell are you looking at me for? Don't I have hands? On the battlefield, you wait for the enemy to shoot before you shoot?"

Ning An didn't dare to refute, clenched his fists and walked towards the white man.

Pang Cang punched him, and the white man staggered back, his nose bleeding profusely.

He still didn't dare to fight back.

Ning An turned around again.

Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied: "Forget it, you really can't hold up the wall. Marcus, beat me up. As long as he can't beat you, you will beat him to death."

Marcus Nkrumah grinned his thick lips, which looked very red, and his teeth were very white.

Zhao Chuanxin's scalp went numb when he saw it: "Hurry up."

Marcus Nkrumah was about to step forward, but Ning An did not dare to delay any longer. He rushed forward and hit the white man's Adam's apple with his bare fist.

The white man's eyes bulged.

He couldn't help but cover his neck with his hands, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Ning An stopped holding back this time and hooked the white man's abdomen with a solid punch.

The white man doubled over in pain.

Ning An put his left hand on the white man's back shoulder, bent his right arm at the elbow, and hit the white man on the back of his head violently. The white man rolled his eyes, pain gone.

Ning An tested the breathing of the white man who fell on the ground, and relaxed his frown.

Still angry.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Continue until you run out of energy."

"..."

Ning An's scalp was numb, but he still raised his feet, once, twice, three times...

After stomping for some time, he didn't even have to try, because the white man couldn't even twitch.

Zhao Chuanxin saw four policemen coming after hearing the news. Laoyuan held up a revolver and shouted from behind the concrete pillar of the train station: "Submit your weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the God of War M1907: "Otherwise you will be paralyzed!"

Chug tug tug…

Concrete blocks flew, and a policeman exposed his shoulder and was shot immediately.

Zhao Chuanxin walked forward while shooting.

With the Lugang M1907 in his left hand, he shot the policeman in the chest and head, who was exposed by a bullet in the shoulder.

Ares M1907 empty magazine.

It disappeared from his hand in an instant, and he also held a Lugang M1907 in his right hand.

The policeman behind the concrete pillar was frightened, his body was shaking, and he covered his ears with his hands.

There was a brave man who stepped out when he heard the gunfire stopped. Before he could pull the trigger, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.