Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The chef team is a joke.

Zhao Chuanxin was too lazy to take action and threw the No. 13 ball.

Ping Pong Pong...

"Merde..."

The ball bounces around, but it only hits people, not pots and pans.

Most of the things in the hands of the cooks will fall into place. After all, they are not professional warriors. They will let go as soon as they feel pain.

Zhao Chuanxin caught the No. 13 ball, picked up the kitchen knife on the operating table, passed a person over his shoulder, and nailed it to the wooden frame.

Before he screamed, Zhao Chuanxin took another rag soaked in butter and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Are there any Japanese coming?"

The man didn't nod or shake his head, his face turned red, and he was obviously in great pain.

The sous chef next to him spit out a front tooth and wanted to step forward. Zhao Chuanxin was impatient and pulled out another kitchen knife and threw it away.

laugh……

Hit right in the throat.

Whoosh...

Zhao Chuanxin threw out all the knives on the knife holder, including the chef's knife, cutting knives, carving knives, snake-shaped table knives... The sous chef's skin became as crispy as paper under Zhao Chuanxin's hands, and he could pierce it with just one pierce.

The bright red blood stained the chef's robe with gorgeous lines.

Everyone trembled in each other's dilated pupils.

Now it can no longer be solved by group fighting.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed a typical Mediterranean curly hair: "Tell me, have the Japanese been here?"

"Come, come here..."

The man's head was tilted back as much as possible, his big nose was flaring, his small eyes were blinking, and he answered quickly.

"where?"

"Just left."

"What did they do?"

"They say they want to open a restaurant and come to learn."

"Why did you leave?"

"The Japanese are as timid as mice. When they hear gunshots coming from outside, they will leave..."

Zhao Chuanxin roughly understood.

Originally, the Japanese wanted to tamper with the restaurant, but found that Zhao Chuanxin stopped Zhu Erdian outside and did not enter the restaurant at all, so he left.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the kitchen: "Are the Japanese involved in the cooking?"

"No, just let them wash the dishes and glasses."

"Which ones have they touched?"

"These……"

Zhao Chuanxin poured water into a cup, pointed at Curly Hair and said, "Drink."

Curly Hair was confused, but did as he was told.

Two minutes after he finished drinking, his expression remained normal.

Zhao Chuanxin smoothed his hair: "You lead the way to the restaurant."

While he was talking, someone was creeping behind him, trying to sneak up on him.

The smart gyroscope reminded Zhao Chuanxin that he threw the No. 13 ball toward the roof. After it rebounded, it hit the bridge of the nose of the person behind him at a weird angle.

Click...

"what……"

Zhao Chuanxin heard the sound and identified his position, turned around and kicked.

Boom!

Wow...

The wooden frame shattered, and the man bounced back, with his head right at Zhao Chuanxin's feet.

He raised his leg and stamped it!

Click!

The entire back kitchen was as silent as a cicada.

"Go ahead and go to the restaurant." Zhao Chuanxin reiterated.

This time, no one objected, and they all came out in groups.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin's old sacred altar became overflowing, as if the power of faith could not be used up.

All are new.

He was ready to run away at any moment.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he pointed to the tables, chairs and benches: "Go and check under each table and chairs. If there is anything weird, raise your hand and report it immediately."

Not long after, a cook seemed to have something under the table by the window.

He shouted: "Here are rubber cables."

In the Western restaurant, there is a "private seat" by the window.

The tablecloths had been placed there, and the polished mahogany table looked as if it was the main table where Zhao Chuanxin and Zhu Erdian were going to make peace.

Under the table, there was a rubber cable extending from the corner to the window.

The birth of the telegraph promoted the development of cables. At first, rubber cables were used, and the black insulating shell was thick and bulky.

Those undersea telegraph lines across the oceans used gutta-percha cables.

Later, insulating paint and acetate enameled wire were invented.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't go over, but said from a distance: "Overturn the table."

The three of them worked together to overturn the heavy solid wood table. The imported mahogany was really dense.

Zhao Chuanxin only saw the broken ends of the cables, and a section of rubber was baked and peeled off, exposing the copper wires.

Zhao Chuanxin recalled that when he was heading north from Hankou, the train track he was on was detonated remotely by the Japanese. Afterwards, Li Guangzong sent people to trace it and even chased it to Japan. The culprit has not yet been caught.

It's really a trick that has been used all over the world. It is obvious that the two are colluding or involved, or they are the same person.

He thought it was going to be poisoned.

It's just that the layout is too sloppy and full of flaws.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, turned around and left.

……

The Japanese Embassy is a small, European-style classical building with two floors. In the middle is a brick gate with pillar decoration. The facade is composed of a gallery and a colonnade.

Outside the gate, there were Japanese soldiers standing guard, less than twenty of them.

In front of the open window on the second floor of the embassy, ​​there was a note made of jade, which floated out from the window and landed on the ground with a loud sound.

Zhao Chuanxin sneaked into the concession area, but came to the Japanese Embassy in a swaggering manner.

"stop!"

The armor was shining brightly in the sun, as if for fear that others would not see it. Unless you were blind, you would not have missed it.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Stand still!"

laugh……

The Miao knife entered from the lower jaw and came out from the back of the head.

Occasionally, when Zhao Chuanxin tells others, he will put himself first.

For example, if the British cause trouble, Zhu Erdian is just one of the sinners.

After saying this, others didn't think anything was wrong, but Zhao Chuanxin's anger surged upwards and he couldn't suppress it.

He chopped off Zhu Erdian's head and couldn't help but feel angry.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining Japanese soldiers pulled bolts and raised their guns.

As soon as he picked up the gun, Zhao Chuanxin disappeared.

Hee hee hee hee hee...

Flash around the back, loop around, turn around in a big loop, cut left and right from back to front.

When the remaining half looked back, they felt like they were in a red dream.

It wasn't until the severe pain struck that I realized this was not a dream.

boom!

The gun finally fired, and at the same time Zhao Chuanxin disappeared again.

Flash around and go around, chi chi chi...

There is no trick that is more effective than actual combat drills.

Zhao Chuanxin's swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few months. Even if he takes off all his equipment and only carries a knife, he is probably the leading swordsman in the northwest and can make a huge name.

If I prick you in the left eye, I won't prick you in the right eye by mistake.

If it is said to enter through the diaphragm, it will not pierce the intestines.

It's cool to say it, and I guarantee it won't damage your lungs.

Speaking of the owl's head, it would definitely not be cut off on the shoulders.

One back and forth, kill through.

The piano notes floating through the window stopped abruptly.