Cloth...... Sermon?

Harry Vanderbilt was stunned.

"Scavenger, we don't have a holiday between us, and I don't want to get into trouble."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Andrew Miller in the distance: "Did that person see it?" ”

Harry Vanderbilt, of course, knew who it was.

Someone paid a fortune to get Andrew Miller dead.

He knew that things were tricky.

He stiffened: "I don't understand what you mean. ”

Zhao Chuanxin jumped onto a table: "Gentlemen, please listen to me. Hey, the Irishman over there, you don't give face, do you? ”

The Irish gang he pointed out collectively moved a step back.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The power of one finger is so much that it is a fight.

Seeing that no one dared to make a noise anymore, Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Gentlemen, today I am here to preach, and at the same time announce one thing.

The guy over there, his name is Andrew Miller.

He is a priest, a priest of the cult of the Yejug.

You have heard, Harry Vanderbilt took money from the Rockefeller family and wanted the life of Father Andrew Miller. ”

The crowd was in an uproar again.

Not everyone knows the secrets.

Zhao Chuanxin directly made it clear.

Don't do things secretly, he's just going to make Rockefeller's reputation stink first.

But what the hell is the Yejug God Cult?

He continued: "The Rockefeller family, everyone knows it.

They oppress their opponents and enrich themselves through violence and brutality.

Even for charity, the poor are not willing to accept their blood-stained dirty money.

These shitty day capitalists!

You say, "Are the capitalists hateful?" ”

No one answered, and it was a little cold.

Zhao Chuanxin is the least afraid of this, and he is the most good at solving this.

He was the first to look at the black man who was peddling cigarettes and pictorials and pimping.

The black man was shocked by his gaze, and hurriedly raised his hand: "Damn! Capitalists are the most hateful. ”

As a result, there are also some people who have been persecuted by the capitalists who agree to shout.

Isn't that how the atmosphere is lit?

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "The Rockefeller family wants to buy a piece of land in Kurdex and build an oil pipeline. However, the land was bought by a group of cowboys for grazing. These kind-hearted cowboys naively think that labor can be exchanged for rewards. However, the Rockefellers raised their butcher knives......"

Zhao Chuanxin added fuel and vinegar, tried his best to brag, and made things fictional.

The main focus is on the industriousness and kindness and innocence of cowboys, and the ferociousness and insatiable greed of Rockefeller.

Most of those who can stay in prison are at the bottom of society.

Regardless of whether it is illegal or not, it must have a more sense of substitution with that group of cowboys.

With Zhao Chuanxin's narration, some people spontaneously followed the noise.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Andrew Miller again: "This priest of the Night Jull God Cult wanted to expose the ugly face of the Rockefeller family, but they framed him, put him in prison, and wanted to kill people. And Harry Vanderbilt, the head of the Italian Brotherhood, took Rockefeller's dirty money and sent someone to assassinate Father Andrew Miller. Fortunately, the god of the night pot appeared and made the murderer commit suicide......"

No wonder the Assassin would commit suicide!

It turned out to be the god of the night pot?

If you don't believe it, but the god's chatter happened recently, and even some police detectives who came to investigate said that it was not Andrew Miller's doing.

There was no second person in that room, it must have been a ghost!

But if you want to believe it, I haven't heard of any Night Jurd God Sect.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they would be suspicious, so he had another plan.

He pointed to Harry Vanderbilt and said, "This head of the Italian Brotherhood is a big bad guy. Now, we have Father Andrew Miller of the Cult of the Night Pot God come and pray for him to ask the God of the Night Pot to punish him. ”

Andrew Miller was stunned.

Who is he?

He was so old that he hadn't been to church a few times.

Otherwise, his life wouldn't have been crooked like this.

"Sir, I'm ......"

Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the table and said angrily: "What are you?" Since you have the ability to communicate with the gods, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility. Now, go up to me and pray well. ”

"But ......"

"But what?" Zhao Chuanxin lowered his voice and said: "You just make it up, you can't say tomorrow, Harry Vanderbilt will be punished." ”

After speaking, he took Andrew Miller's arm and pushed him to the table with a force.

Andrew Miller looked at the black-pressed prisoners around him, as helpless as a schoolboy who came to the stage to give a speech.

In a flash of light, he sorted out the beliefs in his mind.

He found that he didn't believe in anything.

No, I have believed some things recently, all of which are related to Zhao Chuanxin.

His idol worship is Zhao Chuanxin!

Thinking about what Zhao Chuanxin did, it was really no taboo.

So, he drew a trace of strength from Zhao Chuanxin.

Combined with some of the inscrutable dialogues he had heard between Zhao Chuanxin's master and apprentice, he quickly made up some stories.

"Hundreds of millions of years ago, the god of the nightpot created the universe and a group of planets, including the dry and lifeless Earth. Photons are placed along the path by the Night Pot God, and redshifted appropriately. The god of the night pot has taken great pains to decorate the earth ......"

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin thought that he would pray nonsense like the orthodox sect, but he didn't expect this thing to tell a story.

It's also said in a good way.

What a talent!

From the creation of the world hundreds of millions of years ago, to the fabricated creatures behind it, and the emergence of human beings...... Slowly to this day.

In fact, it is inseparable from the shadow of the Bible, but the scientific arguments are more convincing than the Bible.

The goods stumbled at first, but the more they got to the back, the smoother it became.

Although it sounds more like a story outline than the story itself.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the time, and had to interrupt Andrew Miller, who was in the middle of the conversation: "Okay, the rest of the Night Pot Sutra will be talked about tomorrow, pray first today, and let Harry Vanderbilt, this dog thing, be punished by the God of Night Pot." ”

Andrew Miller smacked his mouth, and he couldn't get enough of it: "Well, gentlemen, as we all know, Harry Vanderbilt runs an illegal casino and smuggling business, and squeezes the hard-earned money of the people at the bottom. His life was undoubtedly sinful. The god of the night pot had already set a fate for him, but he had to provoke the gods and wanted to persecute the servant of the god of the night pot, that is, me. I beg the god of the Nightpot to punish Harry Vanderbilt in his cell before dawn tomorrow. Praise to the god of the night pot......"

Harry Vanderbilt wanted to laugh when he heard it.

He believed that the death of his men was murdered.

But the cell he was in was different, all his men were his men, and he didn't worry about being assassinated.

Forget it, that scavenger is a ruthless person, so don't bother with him, let them have a good time.

After praying, Andrew Miller jumped off the table.

He smiled and said, "Sir, I didn't expect to be a priest and feel so wonderful. ”

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "You performed better than I imagined." After you go back, you can perfect the story of the Night Pot God Cult, ah no, it's the Night Pot Sutra. ”

"But, sir, many of my things have been told by you and your apprentices, and they are running out."

"Are you literate?"

"Yes, sir, I learned it in the army."

"Very well, I'll have someone send you some books that you can excerpt."

After the release was completed, the prison guards were stunned when they saw Zhao Chuanxin: "You, why did you come out?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I'll go back." ”

As he spoke, he took the initiative to walk towards the confinement room.

The prison guards were directly stunned.

He could only hold a baton and follow closely behind.

It wasn't until Zhao Chuanxin didn't make any trouble and really took the initiative to go in and close the door that he was relieved.

……

Edith Roosevelt called Da Luo.

"Edie, I learned about what happened to Kurdeks, John Rockefeller Jr. personally called me to explain."

"I don't want to hear explanations." Edith Roosevelt complained: "Explanations are useful, but what do you want the law for?" You don't know how dangerous that is. ”

"Edie, dear, I'm worried about you."

In fact, what Edith Roosevelt wanted to hear was nothing more than her husband's comfort.

What doesn't she understand?

"Hmph, if you want me to say, you and the Rockefeller alliance to deal with Zhao Chuanxin, it is better to join forces with Zhao Chuanxin to deal with Rockefeller."

Da Luo was taken aback: "How could you have such a dangerous idea?" ”

"Danger? This time, I realized that their level of danger was actually comparable. ”

There was silence.

"There is a difference between one external contradiction and the other internal contradiction. This is the end of the discussion. Edie, when are you coming back? ”

Edith Roosevelt understood her husband's personality and immediately shut up when she heard this.

She added: "The guards have arrived, but I have hired a bodyguard to protect the prisoner who can testify against Rockefeller." I'm going to wait for him to come out before I can leave. ”

Da Luo said: "Your bodyguard has killed more than one person. If you give him a forged criminal identity, the prosecutor will submit two documents to the court, and if nothing else, he will sit in an electric chair. ”

Edith Roosevelt got up and turned his chair over: "What? Theodore, how do you know these things? ”

Da Luo smiled bitterly: "The day after tomorrow, the newspaper will report that he killed four people in prison, injured an assassin outside the prison, and killed seven local gang members. Whether for protection or otherwise, he created the facts of the crime......"

Edith Roosevelt was stunned.

She didn't even know that.

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know how to explain.

She can't say Zhao Chuanxin's identity, let alone that she has reached a cooperation intention with Zhao Chuanxin.

Suddenly, there was a frustration of shooting himself in the foot.

You know, this person will not stop......

……

Freddie Pavit is busy moving the factory.

Things are not as simple as Zhao Chuanxin said.

Even if the goods are sold, the left hand is turned into the right hand, and a series of handovers are required to clarify the accounts, and no less tax should be paid.

In addition, he had to find a construction team to go to Kurdek and build a new factory.

Today, he is in New York City on an errand.

New York is bustling during this time, with famous Wild West bands touring New York and hosting various events.

The most popular is undoubtedly the bull riding competition, which leads to thousands of empty alleys.

Then there's the upcoming Autumn Gun Show at Madison Place.

As he passed by Madison Plaza, Freddie Pawett suddenly pulled the bell to stop the driver.

Because, he saw a tall old man over the age of six.

He got out of the car and greeted the old man: "Hello, Mr. Browning, I'm Freddie Pavit......"

(End of chapter)