The lady wanted to inquire about the situation, but before she could speak, Zhao Chuanxin instantly put on a mask and gloves.

"Don't move in the car, wait for me."

The coachman has been restrained.

In the dark, more than a dozen men with guns surrounded the car.

Someone shouted, "Get out of the car and get checked." ”

This is the main way to Cinsin Prison.

In the car, the noblewoman did not know what was going on, but she could hear the impatience and cruelty of the roadblockers, and the silence of the coachman.

Clearly something is not right.

She finally became scared.

The officer pulled out his gun, pulled the hammer, and held the gun in both hands.

Despite all his best composure, his body was still shaking.

This frightened the lady even more.

Instead, Andrew Miller comforted him: "Don't panic, they don't know that they provoked a terrible existence, let them be arrogant for a while." ”

Officer: "......"

Is that what you should say? Why is your faith so strong?

The lady was even more surprised, how could it be that the criminal comforted the police?

Sudden Sudden Sudden ......

After the short, high-pitched gunfire, only heavy breathing could be heard inside the carriage and the exclamations of the coachman outside, and then fell silent.

Only the noise of frogs and cicadas at night, the little things are fearless in the face of the deadly heat weapons of humans.

Everyone in the carriage had a sense of powerlessness to resign themselves to fate.

Even the Assassin did not find any consolation, he felt that he had been captured, and that he was left with only a dead end anyway.

After a while, the car door opened, and Zhao Chuanxin got into the car.

He knocked on the window and said to the driver, "Go!" ”

The horses kicked and stomped, and the carts moved slowly.

Zhao Chuanxin took off the skull mask, took out the bullet, and pressed the submachine gun magazine.

Everyone saw that he was like no one else, and his expression was very calm.

The lady was the first to speak: "What happened?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin finished replenishing the ammunition first, put away the magazine, and stretched out his hand to wrap around the waist of the noblewoman: "Madam, don't worry, it's a local gangster." I reasoned with them, and they departed quietly. ”

The police officer sniffed the residual smell of gunpowder on Zhao Chuanxin's body, and knew that those people might be calm, but they couldn't leave.

What kind of weapon is that? In order to emit that kind of incessant gunshots?

The magazine in Zhao Chuanxin's hand is so long, I'm afraid it can hold thirty bullets, right?

The officer had a big question mark drawn in his head.

I just think this escort is really torturous.

The noble lady saw that there were many holes in Zhao Chuanxin's thick coat.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch it, but she felt the contour of her pectoral muscles.

"Is this a bullet hole?"

Let her say this, Zhao Chuanxin also felt a little uncomfortable.

After pondering for a while, he felt that there should be no danger for the time being, so he took off his clothes and unbuttoned the special button on the hem.

嘡啷嘡啷......

I don't know how many warheads were shaken down on the compartment.

Zhao Chuanxin fastened the button and put it on again.

Everyone: "......"

It's outrageous!

How many shots does this have to be to leave so many warheads?

None of this is dead?

When he arrived at the gate of the prison, the coachman stopped and reminded him: "Sir, it's time to Xinxin Prison." ”

He was stunned and trembling.

Zhao Chuanxin winked at the noblewoman: "Sister, I'll go first." ”

said, jumping out of the car without hesitation.

The lady moved to the side of the car, stuck her head out, and shouted, "Remember to come to me." ”

The officer was speechless.

After many twists and turns, it has finally arrived.

The police "politely" invited Zhao Chuanxin into the prison to hand over to the prison guards in Xinxin Prison.

Under the surprised gaze of the prison guards, the police officer said to Zhao Chuanxin before leaving: "Sir, I wish you a happy life." ”

God lives happily.

The first time I saw the police, I wished the prisoner a happy life.

And what's the matter with this prisoner not being handcuffed?

It may be that the police have confessed, and Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller are being held in the same cell again.

The Assassin was taken to heal his wounds.

Whether he can live or not is unknown.

In the cell, there were only two people, Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller.

Zhao Chuanxin packed up, lay on the bed, and said, "Don't sleep, keep vigil, someone is coming to wake me up." During the day you sleep, I watch. ”

……

The next day, Manhattan, New York City.

John Rockefeller Jr. was brooding behind his desk, his eyes straight.

There was a knock on the door, and he raised his eyes: "Come in." ”

Ricky walked in, a longtime employee of their family, always low-key, his secretary.

Ricky said, "There's not good news. ”

John Rockefeller Jr. sighed in his heart: "What's the matter?" ”

"Yesterday, at the first precinct on Bate Street, the man we sent was killed in the police station. Later, when I learned that they were going to transfer the prisoners, I sent two groups of men. One is assassinated on a train, and a team is on their way to Cynsing Prison in the town of Austin Town. Annihilated. ”

John Rockefeller Jr. was taught by his father yesterday, so he pretended to be calm.

But the chair under the ass made a creaking sound.

Ricky could feel the anxiety inside him.

"What is the reason? Is there an army to protect him? ”

Ricky shook his head: "It is said that when he was at the police station, Andrew Miller had only one person by his side, and he was also a prisoner. When escorting them, there was an extra police officer, no more than three people. ”

John Rockefeller Jr. has spoken to Big Rowe and agreed on the matter.

But something happened on the other hand.

He asked, "Is there a solution?" ”

Ricky nodded: "I investigated, another prisoner, who has been held with Andrew Miller. I can manage, separate them, and then act. ”

"Just do it, and make sure it's fatal."

……

In the morning, let the wind out.

Zhao Chuanxin and Andrew Miller came to the playground.

The cell was so dark that there was not much lighting to save money, which was depressing.

It will be much better to come out and let it out.

A group of people looked at the two of them with bad intentions, but they did not rush forward.

The new inmates in the prison have to stand in line, or submit their names, so that they can stay here with peace of mind.

Either make friends or make sure you're strong enough.

Don't look at Andrew Miller in the army, but the prisoners here have big shoulders and round waists, scars, tattoos, bald heads, seal beards, and big eyes with brass bells......

How scary how to come.

It's a lot more scary than when you were in the police station.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around, except for the prison guards with rifles on the high wall, there were no hot weapons here.

He took off his armor of fortitude, turned around, and put it away from his eyes.

As usual, I practiced balancing.

In the past, Zhao Zhongyi wanted to teach him to practice martial arts, but he was either windy or rainy.

At this time, there is no need for others to supervise, he has practiced diligently.

It can be seen that people cannot be forced to grow up.

Seeing that many people here were either small vests or shirtless, Zhao Chuanxin was not to be outdone, took off his T-shirt and threw it to Andrew Miller to help hold.

His lines are not so obvious, because he eats too much these days, accumulating fat and overshadowing his original muscles.

But the bulking man is getting stronger.

With the tattoos on the back and the huge gunshot scars that run through, it's quite appropriate.

A black man sneakily stepped forward and asked Andrew Miller, "Do you want a cigarette?" I also have pictorials, pictorials of women. ”

As he spoke, he also raised his eyebrows, which was very obscene.

Andrew Miller shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have much money. ”

The black man looked him up and down: "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, you can exchange it for something else." ”

Andrew Miller smiled wryly: "I don't even have anything to change." ”

The black man laughed: "Actually, there are still some." See the man? ”

Andrew Miller looked in the direction of his finger and saw that it was a large white man with a beard, also looking at him.

The gaze is aggressive.

"His name is Jim Cowles, and he is a very famous figure in the West Side of New York, and he is highly respected in the rivers and lakes. He hopes to be friends with you and spend the night together. ”

Andrew Miller shook his head and looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Negroes look the same.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin supported the ground with his left hand, staggered his legs, and slowly stretched to the right.

Then hold your right hand on the ground and stretch your legs to the left.

That's balance.

The blacks were dumbfounded.

Is this an action that a human can make?

Zhao Chuanxin's legs slowly landed, slowly got up, and let out a long breath of turbidity.

Then beckoned to the blacks.

The black man involuntarily walked over, and subconsciously did not dare to resist.

"You go back and tell that Jim Cowles, and let him say it to his face, if only he had the courage."

The black man thought that this person was not easy to mess with, and quickly ran back.

At this time, black people, in prison, lack of dominance at all, are like dogs who run errands.

Far from being like the five people and six people in later generations.

When he told Jim Cowles about the situation, Jim Cowles had a gloomy face, but he didn't have a seizure.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored these cats and dogs and continued to train.

However, when the wind is over, I go back.

Jim Cowles led the men to catch up.

"Newcomer, you'd better be careful when you speak."

Zhao Chuanxin stopped and turned his head to look at him: "If your clothes are dirty, you can rewash them, but there are not many opportunities to start over in life." ”

Jim Cowles was stunned.

What do you mean?

Where is the chicken soup for me?

He sneered, "Let's see." ”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the prison guards not far away and didn't speak.

But when they were about to go back to their cells, the two were stopped by prison guards.

The guard said, "You have to change cells." ”

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged, where is not to stay?

It doesn't matter, okay?

However, the prison guards stopped Andrew Miller: "You are still in the same cell. ”

Andrew Miller's face changed drastically, and he looked at Zhao Chuanxin eagerly.

If this is separated, isn't it certain that he will die?

However, Zhao Chuanxin's face was as usual, and he asked the prison guard: "Are you sure that he doesn't change his cell, he is still here, right?" ”

The prison guard replied stiffly: "That's right. ”

Zhao Chuanxin nodded at Andrew Miller: "Peace of mind!" ”

He went to another cell with the guards.

It's just that he keeps the route around him in mind.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

That Jim Cowles turned out to be here.

Jim Cowles got up with a sinister smile: "Didn't expect that, right? ”

"yes, you're in a hurry to let me teach you a lesson, aren't you?"

"What class?" Jim Cowles is full of question marks.

"For example, the role of biological males and females in the continuation of life, and the bad influence of fencing in civilization."

"Watts?"

(End of chapter)