John Browning took his briefcase and looked back.

Freddie Pavit had seen photographs of John Browning through newspapers and other sources.

But John Browning saw him for the first time.

"You're the guy who always calls me and harasses me?" John Browning was not angry.

It's really annoying enough for him.

Frandy Pavet was slightly embarrassed.

Actually, he didn't need to say hello.

But through many phone calls, if you meet as a fellow traveler, you will inevitably be overwhelmed and regretted.

"Mr. Browning, it's me. I sincerely invite you, and I am not harassing you for no reason. ”

John Browning thought he was going to babble about to make an offer again, so he pulled out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

Freddie Pavit was a little upset.

His mindset had changed.

Now Lao Tzu doesn't ask you, he still greets you, that's to give you face.

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

He put away his smile: "Hehe, Mr. Browning seems to be busy. Then don't bother. ”

As he spoke, he made a gesture to leave.

John Browning was ashamed of his little belly.

He remembered those phone calls, which usually ended in his own rudeness.

The next time they call, they will be still enthusiastic.

He said, "Freddy, I can call you that, right?" ”

Freddie Pawett was stunned.

The sun is coming out in the west?

Often, it's you who wants to stay away from hanging up.

"Yes, that's what friends and family call me."

"Freddy, I'm inviting you to dinner."

It turned out to be a little flattering to Freddie Pavit.

I'm really scared of rejection.

So I readily agreed.

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

John Browning put down his briefcase and said, "Freddy, there is no contradiction between us, right?" ”

Freddie Pavit is tempted to say that there is a big contradiction......

But in the end, he shook his head.

John Browning continued: "I do not approve of your master's idea, which is an impossible miracle. Also, since we're friends, I'd like to remind you that someone who won't let me work with you is a very important person. ”

Freddy Pavit grinds his teeth: "Hmm, I know who it is. However, the miracle of the impossible you are talking about has already appeared. ”

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

John Browning shook his head and smiled, "Freddy, today we are putting down the holidays. I'm old, and I don't have the competitive spirit of a young man, so you don't have to beat me. ”

He felt that Freddie Pawett was being recklessly competitive.

Freddie Pavit is usually courteous and polite, but the clay man is also a three-point fire.

As soon as he heard this, he exploded: "Mr. Browning, what do you mean by that?" Think I'm talking big? I swear in my mother's name, that kind of gun has been researched by our master! ”

It's a knot in his heart.

How much hair was lost for this?

It's almost Mediterranean.

The standard characteristics of the British, which are about to appear.

John Browning saw that he did not seem to be a fake, and asked suspiciously: "Your master is a firearms designer?" ”

"It's not."

"And he got a gunsmith?"

This made Freddie Pavit hesitate for a moment: "Didn't look for it." ”

John Browning breathed a sigh of relief.

He's been doing it all his life, and he doesn't believe he's wrong.

He said, "Are you kidding me?" ”

Freddie Pavit said, "My grandfather was a genius, he was involved in the design and hand-made that gun. Even a design, plus production, did not use it for a week. ”

Hand rubbing guns?

John Browning was shocked: "That can't be, hehe, you're lying to me." ”

"If you don't believe me, I can't help it."

I thought I would turn enemies into friends.

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

John Browning didn't believe it anyway.

Until, when he returned to his lodgings, he saw the latest New York Times.

In the New York Times, an intricate case is recounted.

It is said that the famous Rockefeller family, who bought murder for business, and later had to destroy the sales certificate.

This kind of thing was so common that John Browning was used to it.

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

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

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

This person was silenced after the interview, which is also ironic.

The common people may only be a pastime after tea and dinner, and they will not even pay attention to it, but only stare at the huge Rockefeller consortium.

But John Browning was different.

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

Freddy Pavit was not at home, he went out to run errands, and he was received by Miao Cuihua.

Miao Cuihua's spoken English level is very ordinary, she asked, "May I ask what is the matter with you?" ”

John Browning said, "I would like to meet Freddie Pawit, or the owner of this place. ”

"Unfortunately, none of them are there."

"And when will they be back?"

Miao Cuihua said: "The return time of the head of the house here is to be determined, and Freddie Pavit will come back in the evening. ”

"Alright, I'll visit you in the evening."

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

She got closer to the mirror and noticed that a trace of crow's feet had developed in the corner of her eye.

Stunned, he sat back in his place and continued to comb his hair.

She looked down at the comb, which had more hair than usual and sighed.

After dressing up and accompanying the manor maid, Miao Cuihua went to the town.

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

For nothing else, Miao Cuihua has an unusual sense of fashion.

It's her talent.

Rachel Cearn loves to talk to her about that.

……

Osinin Township, Sinsin Prison.

Harry Vanderbilt is dead.

When he was sent to the forensic doctor, he said that there was an extra small hole on the top of his head that was not much thicker than a needle.

But after the dissection, the strange thing is that the damaged area of brain tissue in the head is not just the size of a needle.

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

But Zhao Chuanxin went to the playground again.

When Zhao Chuanxin appeared, the Irish gang retreated en masse.

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

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

In the end, Zhao Chuanxin went to the people of the Italian Brotherhood.

That expression was so complicated that they would be overshadowed without the Oscars.

Fear, anger, worry, and more of a struggle.

Because Harry Vanderbilt is dead, they should have avenged him.

It's about the scavenger, and there's the mysterious god of the nightpot.

They're cowardly, too.

Last night, Harry Vanderbilt asked the two to take turns keeping vigil.

The two of them stared at each other for a night, and when they got up in the morning, they were as red as rabbits.

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

Tentatively snorted, out of breath.

These two men can testify that no one has ever been to the cell.

But in fact, they were asleep, otherwise Zhao Chuanxin would not have been able to open the door and go in.

But since the two of them 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 undress.

The Italian Brotherhood was dumbfounded.

They don't dare to do it, is this person ready to take the lead in provoking?

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

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

The Italian breathed a sigh of relief when he performed a movement that was more difficult than any dance.

But then he became angry: this man did it on purpose.

Deliberately come to them for exercise.

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

Halfway through the practice, a few black men hesitated to step forward.

Zhao Chuanxin got up: "Do you want me to preach to you?" ”

Several black people stared at each other with white eyes: "No, no, don't get me wrong, we want to join the Night Pot God Sect." ”

Zhao Chuanxin said excitedly: "Really? That's a good feeling. Come on, come on, whoever else wants to join, I'll help him baptize. ”

Several blacks looked at each other.

Is it so formal?

At the moment, only a few blacks want to join.

The times are limited, and their skin color is destined to be unloved by their grandmothers and uncles, and they are excluded by all the whites here.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin was disappointed.

It seems that there is not enough preaching.

In a low tone, he said to the crowd: "I hope you will have the courage to assassinate Father Andrew Miller, so that I can preach more and everyone will participate." ”

I'm Cao ...... The hearts of the people said that this man was very bad!

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

Is it bad to be alive?

The key is that this thief is not a son of man, whoever participates, the boss will be punished by the god of the night pot.

If someone guards it, you can't do it, and if you die in the third watch, you will definitely not see the dawn.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to a few black people: "Kneel." ”

The men hesitated slightly, but still knelt down.

Seeing him rummaging through his trouser pocket, the crowd pulled out a towel first.

He continued to flip and pulled out a stick.

Everyone was confused, what kind of trouser pocket is this, it's so good.

Zhao Chuanxin held the scepter of salvation, very restrained, and only dropped a drop of stinky liquid the size of eye drops on the tip of the towel.

But even so, the people around couldn't stand it, and the uproar dispersed, and some people couldn't help but bend over: "Vomit ......"

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "You guys, you have to hold back for me." ”

He's getting used to the smell.

Holding a towel, he tapped a man's head with a tip.

Good guys, the stink is imprinted.

Zhao Chuanxin fanned the air: "Okay, let's all get up, our Yeju God Sect doesn't have so many rules, and sincerity is spiritual." ”

A few people got up, holding back the feeling of vomiting, but they had to pretend to laugh reverently.

None of them have a devout faith, they just want to join a stronger, more intimidating group.

Zhao Chuanxin knows it.

He immediately promised: "Now, you will be protected by me, Father Andrew Miller, and the god of the Night Pot. If anyone wants to harm you or bully you, feel free to tell me. ”

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

In this way, wouldn't this group of be unprovoked?

There are also some weak low-level whites who are eager to try, but they are very cautious, this kind of standing in line, if you don't do it, you will die.

Let's take a look first.

At the end of the release, Zhao Chuanxin walked back.

He was followed by a few black men, but the rest shy away from him.

It's just that when he walked to the door, Zhao Chuanxin was stopped by the prison guards.

The prison guard's face was complicated: "You have happened, the detective is going to investigate you, suspecting that you killed Harry Vanderbilt and another prisoner......"

(End of chapter)