In the past few days, Zhao Chuanxin seems to be relaxed, but in fact, his nerves are tense all the time.

Prisoners, prison guards, wardens, including Charles Baker, a clearly ill-intentioned detective, are all potential enemies, and all but Andrew Miller are ready to backstab at any moment.

When he came to the new house, he immediately took out sand and mud trowel gloves, locked the door, and did not go inside or outside.

Andrew Miller felt that he could do anything, and even casually summoned him to appear in an unpredictable way and kill his enemies.

No one knew that during this time, he would have the same nightmare over and over again whenever he fell asleep - being sniped in the head by the madman Colonel Louis Vervede.

He spread out his new bedding and lay down on his bed ready for a good night's sleep.

During this time, I hugged the queen every day, and I was not used to cold and warm nephrite.

Wilhelmina was looking for security in him, but wasn't he looking for comfort?

This night's sleep was extremely sound.

But Charles Baker was busy.

He was looking through Zhao Chuanxin's file.

Samuel Enge, Chinese name - Chen Yigeng.

35 years old, a middle-level member of "An Liang Tang" in Chinatown.

Long-term activity on Mott Street.

Charles Baker sneered, this information is fake at a glance.

He immediately called Li Xiling, the owner of On Leung Hall in Chinatown.

"Tom Lee, I'm Charles Baker."

"Detective, I haven't been guilty lately."

"Don't talk nonsense, I have something to ask you."

Li Xiling, who was wearing a green shirt, breathed a sigh of relief, took off his top hat, and relaxed: "Please speak." ”

"Do you have a man named Samuel Engel?"

"Uh......" Li Xiling groaned. Internally, they usually don't call them by English names, so they only feel familiar, and they can't remember who they are.

Charles Baker said in a broken accent: "The Chinese name is Chen Yigeng." ”

"Oh, yes, yes, but you called late, and even if he is guilty, he will already be in prison at this time."

"Which prison?"

"Manhattan Detention Center."

Charles Baker asked some more about Chen Yigeng's physical characteristics.

Zhao Chuanxin is about 6.1 feet tall, while Chen Yigeng is only 5.54 feet.

Zhao Chuanxin is strong and strong, while Chen Yigeng is very thin.

The prisons are also different.

The age doesn't look like it either.

At that time, the situation was urgent, and Edith Roosevelt had Zhao Chuanxin's fake identity full of loopholes.

Charles Baker found out how Zhao Chuanxin got into prison and who he went with through the relationship of the first sub-bureau.

Combined with what he knew, he called John D. Rockefeller Jr.'s office.

Charles Baker played: "Mr. Ricky, you seem to have something to hide from me." ”

The call was answered by John Rockefeller Jr.'s secretary, Ricky.

He said dissatisfiedly: "Detective, I paid you, not for you to get to the bottom of it." ”

"Sir, you are right. But I need to know who I've provoked, isn't that excessive? ”

Ricky pondered for a long time, he couldn't tell the truth, but he had to give Charles Baker an explanation.

This thing is the dogleg of the Irish Dorance Gang, black and white, very slippery.

He compromised: "You just need to know that Andrew Miller is a person who is insignificant. The person who wants to keep him has a lot of status, but that person doesn't make a big show. ”

Seeing that Ricky was still vague, Charles Baker finally broke out: "Fake, do you know what, the person I sent was killed before he even reached the cell, and the prison guards didn't even see a ghost. Who did you provoke? Ghosts? ”

Ricky was taken aback: "What are you talking about?" ”

Charles Baker gave a detailed account of what happened in Cynsing Prison.

He said: "I will not return the deposit, and there is no way to continue this matter, the warden of Xinxin Prison has strictly protected Andrew Miller, which is what the emperor of Xinxin Prison said." You don't understand what kind of protector Andrew Miller was asked for by those high-ranking people. That's all, goodbye ......"

With that, he hung up the phone viciously.

After thinking about it, Charles Baker picked up his coat, put it on his arm, buttoned his top hat to his head, and hurried out.

Although he no longer works for Rockefeller, he is narrow-minded and will be revenged.

may not be able to attack Andrew Miller, but he doesn't plan to let go of Zhao Chuanxin, and wants to collect evidence and send him to the electric chair in advance.

He went to the First Precinct, found a colleague with old connections, and easily found out the whereabouts of Edith Roosevelt.

Because there are police officers following at this time, protecting them 24 hours a day.

Charles Baker inquired and went straight to the Waldorf Hotel.

Located at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street in Midtown Manhattan, this hotel is the most luxurious business and shopping district.

There is a promenade called Garden Lane, which connects the Waldorf Hotel to another hotel called Astoria.

Many business elites and dignitaries stayed here.

The two hotels were later demolished and built into the famous Empire State Building!

Charles Baker looked up at the hotel, and he knew it.

If you can live here, you must not be mortal.

……

Zhao Chuanxin slept soundly this night.

He was awakened by a knock on the door.

When the time came, the prison guards came to open the door, only to find that the cell door could not be opened no matter what.

Zhao Chuanxin yawned and got up, removed the stones from the cell door, and retracted the sand.

"You go first, I'll go by myself later."

Prison Guard: "......"

Is it so casual?

It feels like the backyard of his house.

But the prison guards did not dare to say anything.

Zhao Chuanxin washed up, ate breakfast, and then stretched his waist and swaggered to the playground under the complicated eyes of many prison guards.

Andrew Miller, the dog-legged man, was talking to a group of people when he saw him arrive and ran upside down: "Sir, are you alright?" I was investigated yesterday, and I didn't say anything that shouldn't have been said. ”

"Well, that's good." Zhao Chuanxin was perfunctory and walked straight towards the Irish Gang.

Andrew Miller and the group of new members of the Nightpot God Cult followed.

A group of Irishmen froze when they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a drawing board, a pen and a piece of paper from his trouser pocket.

It's outrageous, it's the first time I've seen someone pull out such a big board from their trouser pocket.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and painted.

Andrew Miller stretched out his head in curiosity, and Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "What do you see?" ”

"Forehead ......"

Zhao Chuan's salary was only a few strokes, and the tattoo on the Irishman had already taken shape.

He handed it to the Irishman: "Have you seen this pattern?" ”

The Irish looked at each other, but did not speak.

Zhao Chuanxin shoved the sketchpad and pen to Andrew Miller, and took off his clothes, which were only worn by the other prisoners, revealing strong arms and regular geometric tattoos.

"Don't give face, do you? Gang style unity, right? ”

He twisted his neck, stretched his muscles, and beckoned to the Irishman: "Don't say I won't give you a chance, let you take the lead." ”

That day, although I was hit a few times by myself, it was hearty, I was able to release the fear in my heart, and my body and mind were satisfied.

An older Irishman, coughing, said awkwardly, "We don't want to be your enemy, sir, the pattern you drew is a tattoo of the Dorances." ”

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this name, he was very Irish.

He asked, "What do you have to do with the Dorance Gang?" ”

"It's okay, there's no one of them here."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and stood on the grass table: "Today, has anyone joined the Night Pot God Sect?" ”

The grassland was silent for a moment, and two Chinese and a few men with glasses stepped forward weakly: "Sir, we want to join." ”

"Good." Zhao Chuanxin stroked his palms and laughed, and shouted: "Don't miss it when you pass by, the god of the night pot is free today, recruit disciples, and on the last day, seize the opportunity." Either you have a cigarette, or you have a pictorial, don't hesitate not to wander, miss today's ...... you came for nothing"

“……”

With his subdued shouting, many wavering people unconsciously paced into the ranks of the members.

Andrew Miller was dumbfounded.

Xin said that if he went to do promotion, he would definitely be a good hand.

As Zhao Chuanxin baptized everyone with stinky liquid in their brains one by one, Andrew Miller named this group - Stinky Club.

It's like a copycat version of a Baptist.

The baptists gathered together with their stinking heads.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the number of people in the stinky society had expanded to more than forty people, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

This is the work of education.

Cynsing Prison is the largest and most notorious prison in New York.

Prisoners numbered in the thousands, and were known for their harsh discipline and electric chair executions.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the grass of the playground and said to the stinky congregation: "Now, I have asked Father Andrew Miller to bless this meadow." ”

Blessing the meadows? I've never heard anything so outrageous.

Zhao Chuanxin said, winking at Andrew Miller.

Andrew Miller understood and began to pray.

After he finished talking nonsense, Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of redemption from his trouser pocket and recited the incantation in his mouth: "Prisoner of Azkaban, funny, funny, without a shadow, Wangwang shattered ice and ice......"

There are not many spells, next time I chant Balabala Little Demon Fairy......

As he chanted in a low voice, liquid flowed from the top of the scepter of redemption.

He sprinkled the liquid evenly on the grass.

Suddenly, the stench was overwhelming.

The stench was carried up the wall by a gust of wind.

Even the prison guards guarding the high walls couldn't stand it.

"Vomit ......"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately walked away from there, spread his arms and shouted: "Let's look forward to tomorrow's miracle!" ”

As a result, he made the only time since the construction of Cynsing Prison in 1825 on the banks of the Hudson River in Osinin that prisoners were eager to return to their poor cells.

Even Father Andrew Miller, a servant of the God of the Night Pot, fled the scene with his nose covered.

It can be seen that this kind of killing is indiscriminate inside and out.

It doesn't make any sense.

Because of the stench, even the prison guards at the head of the wall left their posts without permission, which made the warden angry.

After hearing that it was caused by Zhao Chuanxin, he held it again and waited for the consequences.

Anyway, in this stench, no prisoner could break out of the encirclement, otherwise they would have vomited to death.

And at Madison Square Garden in New York City, Edith Roosevelt couldn't resist William's repeated requests to take her here to watch the famous Bison Bill's "Wild West" team perform.

It's just that what they don't know is that not far from them, Charles Baker disguised himself as a tourist and followed them every step of the way.

When Charles Baker heard Edith Roosevelt say, "Your Majesty, there are too many people here, and there is a safety ......"

The word "Your Majesty" made his eyes light up suddenly.

(End of chapter)