The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

John Browning held his briefcase and looked back.

Freddie Pavitt had seen photos of John Browning through newspapers and other sources.

But John Browning met him for the first time.

Are you the guy who always calls and harasses me? John Browning was annoyed.

This really annoyed him.

Frandy Pavitt was slightly embarrassed.

In fact, he didn't need to say hello.

However, after many phone calls, if we treat each other as passers-by, it will be an anticlimax and will leave us with regrets.

Mr. Browning, it's me. I invite you sincerely and I'm not harassing you without reason.

John Browning thought he was going to be chattering about asking for a quote again, so he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

Freddy Pavitt was a little unhappy.

His mentality changed.

Now I don't want to beg you, but I still say hello to you. That's to give you face.

According to the master's words: I advise you, old boy, not to be ignorant of praise.

He put away his smile: Haha, Mr. Browning seems to be very busy. Then I won't disturb you.

With that said, he prepared to leave.

John Browning was ashamed of his small belly.

He thought of those daily phone calls that usually ended with him being rude.

The next time I call you, I will be just as enthusiastic.

Just said, Freddie, is it okay if I call you this?

Freddie Pavitt was stunned.

The sun comes out in the west?

Usually, you are the one who tries to save you from hanging up the phone.

Okay, my friends and family call me that.

Freddy, I invite you to dinner.

It actually made Freddie Pavitt a little flattered.

I'm really scared of being rejected.

So I readily agreed.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they sat down and ordered food and drinks.

John Browning put down his briefcase and said, Freddy, there is actually no conflict between us, is there?

Freddie Pavitt wanted to say that the contradiction is huge...

But in the end he shook his head.

John Browning continued: I do not approve of your master's idea. It is simply an impossible miracle. In addition, since we are friends, I want to remind you that some people will not let me cooperate with you. That was a very important figure.”

Freddy Pavitt gritted his teeth: Well, I know who it is. However, the impossible miracle you mentioned has already happened.

After saying this, he felt that his thoughts were clear, not to mention how refreshing it was.

John Browning shook his head and laughed: Freddie, let's put aside the holiday today. I'm old and don't have the competitiveness of young people. You don't have to defeat me.

He felt that Freddie Pavitt was trying to be competitive.

Freddy Pavitt was usually courteous, but the Clay Man was also very fiery.

He exploded as soon as he heard this: Mr. Browning, what do you mean by this? Do you think I am talking big words? I swear on the name of my mother, that kind of gun has been developed by our master!

This is his knot.

How much hair did you lose because of this?

Almost Mediterranean.

The standard characteristics of the British are about to appear.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, John Browning asked suspiciously: Is your master a firearms designer?

no.

Then he found a firearms designer?

This made Freddy Pavitt hesitate: Not looking for it.

John Browning breathed a sigh of relief.

He has been doing this all his life and doesn’t believe he can make a mistake.

He said: Then are you kidding me?

Freddy Pavitt said: My father is a genius. He participated in the design and made that kind of gun by hand. It didn't even take a week to design and make it.

Hand rub gun?

John Browning was shocked: That's impossible, haha, you're lying to me.

If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it.

I originally thought I could turn an enemy into a friend.

As a result, after the meal, the relationship between the two did not ease.

John Browning didn't believe it anyway.

Until he returned to his hotel and saw the latest New York Times.

The New York Times described a complicated case.

It is said that the famous Rockefeller family bought and killed people for their business, and later had to suppress their reputations and sell off their credentials.

This happened so often that John Browning was used to it.

What made his pupils shrink was the following interview about the criminal.

An assassin claimed that he attempted to kill someone on a train and was caught red-handed.

Then, the man who captured him used a terrifying weapon that could fire like a machine gun to kill all the local gangs on the way to Xingxin Prison in Ossining.

It is also ironic that this person was silenced after being interviewed.

The common people may only use it for entertainment after dinner, and may not even pay attention to it. They will only stare at the huge Rockefeller Foundation.

But John Browning was different.

So, he went to Eason Manor the next day, even ignoring the gun show at Madison Garden.

Freddy Pavitt was not at home, he had gone out to do errands, and it was Miao Cuihua who received him.

Miao Cuihua's spoken English was very average. She asked, What can I do for you?

John Browning said, I'd like to meet Freddie Pavitt, or the owner of this place.

It's a pity that they are not here.

Then when will they come back?

Miao Cuihua said: The return time of the head of the family here is to be determined. Freddie Pavitt will be back in the evening.

Okay, I'll come visit you in the evening.

After sending him away, Miao Cuihua went back to comb her hair.

She got close to the mirror and noticed that a trace of crow's feet had appeared in the corners of her eyes.

Startled for a moment, he sat back down and continued combing his hair.

She looked down at the comb, which had more fallen hair than usual, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

After dressing up and accompanied by the manor's maid, Miao Cuihua went to the town.

She became friends with Benjamin Goldberg's mother, Rachel Crovis.

If nothing else, Miao Cuihua has an extraordinary sense of fashion.

This is her gift.

Rachel Kervis loved communicating with her.

…

Ossining Town, Sing Sing Prison.

Harry Vanderbilt is dead.

The forensic doctor said that there was a small hole on the top of his head, not much thicker than a needle.

But after the autopsy, the strange thing is that the damaged area of ​​the brain tissue inside the head is not just as big as the tip of a needle.

The next day, Andrew Miller did not come to the playground to relax, but was called to cooperate with the police investigation.

But Zhao Chuanxin came to the playground again.

When Zhao Chuanxin appeared, the Irish gang retreated collectively.

Zhao Chuanxin walked forward happily, and a group of black people turned around and left.

He took a few more steps, and the Jew smiled awkwardly but politely.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin arrived in front of everyone in the Italian Brotherhood.

That expression was so complex that without Oscar they would be eclipsed.

Fear, anger, worry, and more of a struggle to advance and retreat.

Because Harry Vanderbilt died and they were supposed to avenge him.

But it involves the Scavenger, and also the mysterious God of Chamber Pots.

They are also cowardly.

Last night, Harry Vanderbilt kept the two men in turn at the vigil.

The two stared at each other all night and were as red as rabbits in the morning.

However, in the morning, he failed to push up Harry Vanderbilt who was unconscious.

I tested my breath and found that I was out of breath.

These two people can testify that neither of them has been to the cell.

But in fact, they were asleep, otherwise Zhao Chuanxin would not have opened the door and entered.

But since these two people bit them to death and didn't sleep, Zhao Chuanxin was happy to make this matter even more strange.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the Italian and began to take off his clothes.

The Italian brotherhood was dumbfounded.

They dare not take action. Is this person preparing to take the lead in provocation?

The rest of the group watched with interest to see how the Italians would respond.

However, Zhao Chuanxin just took off his clothes and practiced balancing skills.

Seeing him perform a move that was more difficult than any other dance, the Italian breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he was angry: this person did it on purpose.

Come to exercise in front of them on purpose.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything, and practiced health, strength, and metabolic balance techniques one after another in front of them.

Halfway through the practice, a few black men came forward hesitantly.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up: You want me to preach to you?

Several black people stared with wide eyes: No, no, don't get me wrong, we want to join the Chamber Pot God Cult.

Zhao Chuanxin said excitedly: Really? That's a good relationship. Come on, come on, if anyone else wants to join, I'll baptize him.

Several black people looked at each other.

Is it so formal?

Currently, only a few black people want to join.

Times are limited, and their skin color is destined to be rejected by all the white people here.

Zhao Chuanxin was disappointed when he saw this.

It seems that the sermons are not enough.

He said to everyone in a low tone: I hope you will have the courage to assassinate Father Andrew Miller, so that I can preach more and everyone will participate.

I think... everyone thinks this person is very bad!

Now no matter how much money is given, no one dares to get involved in this matter.

Isn’t it good to be alive?

The key point is that this thief is not a man's son. Whoever's subordinates participate will be punished by the God of Chamber Pots.

Even if someone is guarding you, if you are told to die at midnight, you will definitely not see the light of day.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at several black people: Kneel down.

These people hesitated for a moment and then knelt down.

Everyone saw him rummaging through his trouser pockets and first took out a towel.

He continued to dig through it and pulled out a stick.

Everyone was confused, what kind of trouser pocket was this? It was so full of stuff.

Zhao Chuanxin held the Redemption Scepter and was very restrained. He only put a drop of the smelly liquid as big as eye drops on the tip of the towel.

But even this little bit, the people around couldn't bear it and dispersed. Some people couldn't help but bend over: Ugh...

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: You guys, you must hold back.

He was somewhat used to this smell.

He held up the towel and tapped one person's forehead with the tip.

Boy, the stink is imprinted.

Zhao Chuanxin fanned the air: Okay, let's all get up. Our Chamber Pot Cult doesn't have many rules, and sincerity will lead to success.

Several people stood up, suppressing the feeling of vomiting, but they had to pretend to smile piously.

None of them had any religious beliefs, they just wanted to join a stronger and more intimidating group.

Zhao Chuanxin knew it well.

He immediately promised: Now, you will be protected by me, Father Andrew Miller, and the God of Chamber Pots. If anyone wants to harm you or bully you, please tell me at any time.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

In this case, wouldn’t these niggas be offended?

There are also some weak lower-class white people who are eager to try, but they are very cautious. If they stand in line like this, they may die.

Let’s take a look first before talking.

After the exercise, Zhao Chuanxin walked back leisurely.

He was followed by a few black men, but the others shrank from him.

However, when he reached the door, Zhao Chuanxin was stopped by the prison guards.

The prison guard had a complex expression: What happened to you, the police detectives are going to investigate you and suspect you of killing Harry Vanderbilt and another prisoner...