The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Generally, when resolving conflicts between counselors, even if the person who is cheating is involved, they must at least say a few harsh words first. Isn't this normal?

But Zhao Chuanxin came over quietly, making Brother Jack nervous.

Looking at Zhao Chuanxin, he only had a fire stick in his hand, and he returned to his unsparing look: Here comes the knife!

The younger brother behind him handed him a sword.

The blade is eight inches long and one inch wide. The pear wood handle is three inches long and has a blood groove. The cold light flickered, and the blade reflected Brother Jack's slightly ferocious face as he cheered himself up.

Brother Jack is fine with using a knife to burn a fire stick.

At this time, Hei Guren said: Zhao Chuanxin, what are you going to do?

Zhao Chuanxin did not answer, but walked forward holding the scepter of salvation.

Hei Guren's eyes flashed sharply: Do you want to start a war directly?

Others are also clamoring: Draw it up, Brother Jack, kill him...

Brother Jack was a little guilty when faced with the tall Zhao Chuanxin.

But when he heard the clamor from the big guys behind him, he felt a bit heroic.

He took off his suit, revealing the wrinkled shirt underneath, held the knife in both hands, and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin with a roar.

The horses behind him were eager to try, just waiting for the boss to take the lead, and then they were about to charge.

Some people were trembling because of fear, and some were trembling because of the excitement before the battle. All the eyes of the audience were on Brother Jack and Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time,

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his fingers two inches apart, pressed the thumb with his thumb, and pulled out the elf carving knife with his right hand.

prick……

Zhao Chuanxin took back the elf carving knife and returned it to its sheath.

The two sides didn't even have time to pass each other.

Brother Jack still maintained his chopping posture, but his feet didn't move.

Everyone was stunned, what happened?

However, Brother Jack suddenly fell to the ground, but there was no trace of blood on his body.

There was a blood hole between his forehead which was buried on the ground.

Hei Guren glanced back and forth at Brother Jack and Zhao Chuanxin on the ground, and asked in fear: What did you do to Brother Jack? What happened to him?

Zhao Chuanxin did not answer but asked: Who did this to kidnap women in the name of Lugang Town Charity Association?

Hei Guren's heart tightened, as his words turned into a prophecy - Zhao Chuanxin really came for this.

Before he could answer, a group of Brother Jack's younger brothers shouted: What did you do to my elder brother? I'll kill you!

A group of people rushed out and passed by Hei Guren.

The other hall masters all looked at Hei Guren, waiting for his order.

Electricity flashed in Hei Guren's head, and his eyes flew up.

Everyone, please don't be impulsive. This matter is Brother Jack's fault. The rules of the world cannot be messed with...

At this moment,

Bang, bang, bang...

But Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took out his pistol and started shooting in an orderly manner.

The younger brothers who were at the front were all shot in the head by Zhao Chuanxin.

The steps of the people behind came to an abrupt halt, carrying sticks and knives, spreading their arms, and pulling each other back.

There was a look of horror on his face.

Not to mention gang leaders, even the police in Hong Kong Island are not all equipped with guns.

It was rumored that everyone in Xuantian Sect's ruling team had a gun. At first they didn't take it seriously, but now it seems that it may be true.

They retreated, but Zhao Chuanxin did not stop.

Because the alley was narrow, although Li Zhitao and the others behind them also drew their guns, they did not dare to shoot for fear of accidentally injuring Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin emptied the magazine, changed the gun directly, loaded the gun and continued shooting.

Zhao Chuanxin's shooting style is very unique. He rarely shoots with a gun with both hands like Xiao Ma. He usually holds a gun with both hands. The tripod end is extremely stable. The upper body always keeps a straight line with the gun and locks the central axis.

Lugang Town Insurance Team usually shoots three shots, chest, abdomen and head or chest, chest and head.

Zhao Chuanxin had already left that range, and in close combat, he shot all of them in the head.

When the opponent retreats, he advances.

Not only did the distance not widen, but it suddenly decreased.

Zhao Chuanxin almost hit him in the face and fired from a distance of less than one meter. There was no way for these people to avoid him.

In just an instant, more than ten of Brother Jack's younger brothers fell.

One man looked desperate, threw down his weapon and ran away.

boom!

Shot in the back of the head.

Seeing that he couldn't escape and that he was so close, one man decided to fight and rushed forward with a stick.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped back with his left foot, leaned back slightly, and twisted his upper body as a whole.

boom!

After firing the gun, confidently move the withdrawn left foot forward again.

Bang, bang, bang...

Hei Guren and the other hall masters were stunned.

This is not a fight to the death between the two halls, this is simply a one-sided massacre.

Master Zhao, Master Zhao, don't kill, don't kill... Hei Guren yelled fearfully.

Zhao Chuanxin fired the last two bullets before he stopped.

There are not a few people who pee their pants because of the words prefixed with and.

The alley was filled with the smell of blood mixed with foul smell, which was very pungent.

I ask again, who is using the name of Lugang Town Charity Association to kidnap women? Zhao Chuanxin put away the gun and said calmly.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, no one else dared to speak, and some were simply speechless with fear.

When people are extremely frightened, they may become speechless.

Hei Guren was a bit brave. He stood out from the crowd and pointed at Brother Jack's body on the ground: It's him. He runs the horse stable business.

Zhao Chuanxin was suspicious: You're not lying to me, are you? Are you going to take the blame on a dead guy?

Everything I said is true. This kind of thing cannot withstand scrutiny. Head Zhao will know after a little research.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the group of Jack Brothers' horses: You all have a share, right?

The horses were like chaff and did not dare to answer.

Zhao Chuanxin had a new gun in his hand. He could load it with one hand and shoot with his hand.

The bullets grazed Hei Guren's cheeks and sides. He could see white flames coming out of the muzzle of Zhao Chuanxin's horse-branded gun. He could feel the burning heat of the bullets on his skin, which made his hair stand on end.

The most important thing is that although the bullets fired by Zhao Chuanxin missed Hei Guren's body many times, none of them hit him.

The bullets in the gun are all fired.

Amongst other things, force value usually refers to a person's skill, cold weapons or fists and feet's force value.

Hei Guren had never seen such cold-blooded battlefield killing.

I have never seen a ruthless person like Zhao Chuanxin who has perfect shots.

The other people in the hall had already started to retreat, preparing to escape at the other end of the alley.

However, they discovered at this time that only half of the ruling team came, and the other half rode behind them and cut off their retreat.

More than twenty people blocked the entrance of the alley, everyone holding a gun and looking at them indifferently.

The hall masters swallowed hard, their scalps numb.

Zhao Chuanxin shot Brother Jack's cavalry in one go until only the last one was left.

This man was young, probably only over ten years old.

He was kneeling on the ground now, tears mixed with snot and smeared on his face.

There were water stains all over the crotch, and there was even a foul smell.

He was so frightened that he started to urinate and excrement.

He cried silently and looked at Zhao Chuanxin in despair. He was speechless and just kowtowed.

Hei Guren stared with wide eyes, but did not dare to beg for mercy on his behalf.

Li Zhitao and others behind him felt uncomfortable when they saw it.

This one still looks like a child.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him, Are you afraid?

The child finally regained his composure and nodded: I'm afraid, please spare me...

He stared at the terrifying skull mask, his helpless right hand resting on his left arm, and his back bent into a semicircle.

Anyone can feel his despair.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: It's okay to be afraid. Thinking about the women who were abducted abroad by you, I think they should be more desperate than you.

After saying that, raise your hand,

Bang bang bang...

Five shots were fired in succession.

I can't even look at my head.

The sun is strong and Heiguren is very cold.

When Zhao Chuanxin looked at him, he even shuddered.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: Hall masters, do you still have someone who pretends to be a hero? If so, hurry up.

...

A bunch of fucking bastards. Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun.

He bypassed Hei Guren and came to the middle of a group of hall masters who were driven back by the ruling team.

Pick the one you dislike the most, raise your hand and slap it.

The hall master subconsciously glared.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired, bang!

You drafted it, you dare to stare at me?

Everyone's minds were buzzing. They were killed just because of a look?

Zhao Chuanxin came to the second hall leader and slapped him again.

The master of the hall simply lowered his head as he had a big arm in his arms.

However,

Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: Did I tell you to bow your head? Damn it!

boom!

The crowd retreated in an uproar.

Can't even lower your head?

Is it reasonable?

Zhao Chuanxin pressed forward step by step, stepped forward and slapped the third person.

The muscles on the third person's face were constantly trembling, not because of pain. He could no longer feel the pain at this time, but because he didn't know what to express and was nervous and fearful, so he was trembling.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: Well, that's good. Your expression management is very good.

The man grinned and showed a very cruel smile.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin slapped him again with his backhand: Did I fucking make you laugh?

The hall master knelt down: I was wrong, I was wrong...

He almost thought he was going to be beaten to death because of an ugly smile.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him and went straight to the fourth hall master.

Look at you, you're so ugly, and you're trying to imitate others? If I were you, I wouldn't have the nerve to come out and see people.

This man's body was trembling like the previous one, but he suddenly got violent and stabbed Zhao Chuanxin in the abdomen.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't have time to react.

He was stabbed.

The crowd was in an uproar again, no one thought that anyone would dare to fight to the death at this time.

It is simply a bear's heart and a leopard's courage.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't even move his feet: Have you finished stabbing? Are you happy? Now I declare that everyone who is not in this hall should step aside.

These people jumped to great heights and hurriedly jumped to the side.

In the field, Ma Zai was confused.

The hall master refused to give up, drew his knife, and stabbed again.

This time it was the chest.

Of course it can't penetrate, but it definitely doesn't feel like stabbing a protective gear such as a steel plate. To use a metaphor, it feels like stabbing jade, stabbing hardwood, or stabbing the scales of some kind of animal.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his pistol and found a Winchester M1897 shotgun in his hand.

Click, boom...

The hall master's body was sprayed and flew backwards.

Hei Guren was dumbfounded. He had never seen a shotgun before.

Could this be a hand-held artillery piece?

Even he turned pale with fear, let alone everyone else.

Zhao Chuanxin moved the slider while walking forward.

boom……

boom……

boom……

Every time a shot is fired, a large piece falls in front of it.

After the bullets were emptied, there was no living person in front, or to be exact, there was no complete living person.

Zhao Chuanxin put the M1897 shotgun on his shoulder and looked around: Who else is there?