"We worked for Colonel Welweed, who is the safety officer at Standard Oil. That's all I know, please spare my life. ”

Standard Oil?

Zhao Chuanxin thought that the news had leaked, and it might be that the American army or something was ambushing here.

Unexpectedly, the dog of Standard Oil ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, and dared to come to pick the tiger's whiskers?

He drew his elven carving knife and stabbed it in the center of the man's eyebrows.

"Fuck, it's not true, there's definitely something to hide."

The seven or eight survivors next to him were scared to pee.

This man is moody, kills as he says, is madder than Louis Vervede, and cold-blooded than their mercenaries.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the second person: "You come." ”

The man's face turned green: "I say, I say, Louis Vervede, born in 1866, now serving under Frank Hogani, the chief safety officer of Standard Oil, nicknamed the madman, is a good marksman." Frank Hoganie, a police detective in New York City, was later fired for disciplinary violations, and was recruited by the Rockefeller consortium as chief security officer. John Davidson Rockefeller, the current Rockefeller at the helm......"

"Stop! What the are you chanting? Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "There is too much nonsense. ”

As he spoke, he drew his knife.

The man's brain was buzzing, and he hurriedly fought for the countdown for his life: "Wait, sir, they don't know as much as I do, you can't kill me." ”

Zhao Chuanxin put away the knife stupidly: "I'll give you another chance." ”

"Sir, as far as I know. Standard Oil has a market monopoly and has extended its tentacles to Kurdeks. I'm a local, and I know they're going to lay oil pipelines. And you, the cowboys, paid for the land. So, they want to get rid of you......"

In this way, Zhao Chuanxin understood.

He said, even the local yamen didn't dare to act rashly when they learned of his identity.

Now, there are people who can't think about it.

He simply underestimated the bloodiness and violence of the capitalists' monopolies.

It's more than a bandit.

"You're a local?"

"Yes, sir, my name is Andrew Miller, I used to play in the Army, and I am a native of Kurdez."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up: "Is there anyone else who is a local?" ”

The rest of the people didn't know why, and shook their heads honestly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say a word, took out the God of War M1907 submachine gun, pulled the trigger and fired.

you, surrender without killing!

What's the use of keeping it?

With the rhythmic thud of the submachine gun, Andrew Miller's crotch also moistened rhythmically.

Looking at the dead corpses all over the ground, Andrew Miller was frightened.

He was glad that he was eloquent, and that he was a local.

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "Get up." ”

Andrew Miller struggled twice, his legs limpish like noodles.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

"Sir, please don't kill me, I'm still useful......"

"You can't even walk, what's the use?"

"I can walk."

"Okay, you go and collect all the guns and ammunition on the ground for me, and don't forget the money on them."

Andrew Miller slapped himself twice to cheer himself up, and thumped his thigh twice before staggering to pick up the gun.

Looking at the appearance of his soft-footed shrimp, Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

That's it, and you still come out to be a mercenary?

Seeing that he was honest and didn't play tricks, Zhao Chuanxin took the gun and kicked him: "Go ahead." ”

Wilhelmina heard the sound of boots treading water, but not alone.

So he buried his head in fright.

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived, he saw her pouting her ass like an ostrich, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, your posture is not very elegant." ”

Hearing his voice, Wilhelmina was relieved from her trembling.

She jumped up and hung around Zhao Chuanxin's neck.

"Oh, Your Majesty, it's not good for my husband's injury."

He smiled and helped her clean the muddy water from her hair.

"Promise me to stay away from the battlefield in the future."

Zhao Chuanxin's face was serious: "No, there is still a final battle." ”

"What?"

"I'm going to kill that transparent little prince, otherwise how can you marry me?"

Wilhelmina was surprised: "You want to come really?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Haha, it's a quick talk, just kidding." ”

William Minna, who was still worried, was suddenly a little lost.

He laughed and cursed, and he didn't know which sentence was true.

If...... Wilhelmina's mouth was bitter, and there were many things that could not be caused by her own temperament.

Jokes, a good world of flowers, how can Zhao Chuanxin give up? Even if he did marry Holland to him, he would not have the leisure time to run a country, especially a country made up of white people.

William Minna saw Andrew Miller in the back like a dead parent,

Curious, "He's the mercenary guy?" ”

"Well, this dog is very timid, being a mercenary is not as good as water, water, flowers, incense, lamps, tea and rice, and it is practical to become a monk."

Andrew Miller: "......"

Those who are not cowardly have been killed by you.

He would rather become a monk than die.

Wilhelmina looked behind: "Just him?" ”

"The rest are gone, and they look peaceful when they leave."

Wilhelmina understood.

Is this the God of War?

Single-handedly against a squad of mercenaries?

Rumored, are all his deeds true?

Can one person really stand against a few hundred Japanese soldiers?

Wilhelmina suddenly felt that her identity as a queen was nothing, and she only saw a real legend today, a symbol of an era.

"Is your life full of these swords and swords?"

"No, Your Majesty, you are mistaken. My main business is eating, sleeping, drawing, horseback riding, and walking my dog. Occasionally, only to be responsible for giving people physical excess. ”

“……”

When they arrived at old Wesley's house, they found that the carriage, the rice mountain, and the dry rice were all gone.

I don't see the big black man and the apprentice.

But there was a corpse of flesh and blood on the ground that had been eaten by wolves.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled in his heart, and when he looked closely, he found that the model of this corpse did not match Marcus Nkrumah and Benjamin Goldberg.

He hurried into the house, saw that his things were all packed, and obviously went prepared to leave.

That's when I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the apprentice inherited his chicken thief.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, turned around and asked Andrew Miller: "How many people do you keep in the town?" ”

Andrew Miller lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, the town is led by Frank Hogani, and there are at least thirty people, guarding the town's main roads. ”

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's go, go to town." ”

……

Coultex Town,

Edith Roosevelt was spending time with a black man and a small child.

She was separated from Wilhelmina that day, and the first thing she found was the guards that Wilhelmina was chasing.

While directing the guards in search of the Queen, she was not idle.

She's in her forties, but she's still full of energy and has an insatiable desire to control.

This matter started because of her, and since she was the end, he followed the guards to find it.

However, when she heard a burst of gunshots, she knew that things were out of her control.

He retreated, preparing to return to the town of Kurdex first to find reinforcements.

On the way, she meets Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah.

Unlike other people's views on the little madman, through a short conversation, Edith Roosevelt saw some shadows of ancient virtues in the thin boy.

The knowledge of this young man is comparable to that of Bede, a scholar of the Seven Kingdoms era in British history, and if it is judged by identity and blood, it is comparable to the blind Isaac, the great Jewish tantric philosopher.

The two sides went together, and it turned out that it was easy to enter the town, but it was difficult to get out.

Because, the main road of the town is controlled by a group of people with loaded guns, and telegrams cannot be sent, telephone calls cannot be made, and there is no way to write letters.

Edith Roosevelt paced restlessly back and forth in the lobby of the hotel.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Madam, the person you are looking for, stay with my master, don't worry. ”

Edith Roosevelt would never have pinned his hopes on others.

She said, "Your master is only one person, and this group of villains has thirty people in the town alone. ”

She didn't tell anyone who she was.

Because she found that even the mayor and sheriff were trapped in the office and could not leave.

It is obvious how bold and vicious this group of people is.

She's worried that the thugs will jump off the wall.

Benjamin Goldberg is a big ghost, and the old god is sitting on the sofa: "Madam, dozens of people can only be regarded as a warm-up for my master. ”

"Child, I must admit that you have wisdom and knowledge that is not appropriate for your years." Edith Roosevelt said seriously: "But you know too little about the dangers of the world. In the United States, there is no such thing as a gang of pure evildoers. The more powerful the villain, the deeper the background. ”

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "Madam, all backgrounds and forces, in front of my master, are like mantis arms as a car. ”

Edith Roosevelt shook his head helplessly, this stubborn dead child.

She no longer explained, feeling that it didn't make sense with the child.

At this moment, the strange-looking dog ran back and barked at the child.

The boy said, "It's clear?" Then my master should be back soon. ”

Edith Roosevelt saw the kid talk to the dog more than once.

She suppressed the anxiety in her heart: "Can you really understand its call?" ”

"Madam, dry rice is no ordinary dog. It is well-informed, has excellent investigative skills, and even knows a lot of Chinese and English. ”

Edith Roosevelt shook his head and smiled: "Child, when this matter is resolved, I will arrange for you to go to school." In this kind of country, your talent will be buried, and fools and fools will make you bleak. ”

At this point, the dog looked at Edith Roosevelt and barked twice.

Benjamin Goldberg hid the scolding of the dry meal, and only picked the important one and said: "Madam, you were going to the mayor's office before, but you were stopped, and the dry rice said, now that the people guarding the mayor's office have left for the time being, you can go now." ”

Edith Roosevelt would be skeptical.

She walked out of the hotel, and sure enough, there was no one outside the mayor's office not far away.

She was amazed, could the dog really be able to talk to people?

(End of chapter)