Now that the autumn and winter are communicating, it will be cold.

Zhao Chuanxin has a good physique, and is resistant to cold and heat. But he dressed strictly according to the way taught by the older generation.

He is not afraid of old age, but he is afraid of old age and is riddled with diseases.

Outside the car window, the mountains are full of crunchy grass and trees, the fields are golden, and the sunset is dazzling.

With the windows open, in addition to soot, you can smell the smell of wheat in the air.

Marcus Nkrumah happily sat on the leather sofa, bouncing up and down: "It's so comfortable." ”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

Take out a bunch of cans and cold sandwiches and place them on a small table.

There are all white people around, only Zhao Chuanxin's table is mixed, and it is inevitable that there will be bursts of white eyes.

Someone couldn't help but mutter: "Who can sit in first-class carriages?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at him: "You say that you are not angry, not only the first-class carriage, but also the front seat." ”

Discrimination against people of color continued until World War II.

At that time, blacks who joined the army could only sit in the last row on the bus.

Helping to defend the country is not yet deserved respect.

In fact, the development of that virtue by blacks later has a lot to do with history.

Many people don't understand what it's like to be discriminated against.

Think about it, for example, if you are poor, everyone will point fingers at you when they look at you.

Entering a clothing store, the clerk squints at you: "Is this a place where poor ghosts can come?" ”

What's that feeling?

I'm afraid I want to fight hard.

Racism is worse than that feeling, so don't underestimate it.

The white man was furious.

He's just sitting in the second row.

He shouted angrily: "Conductor, conductor......"

The conductor arrived and wondered, "Sir, what's the matter?" ”

The man pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and the others: "Why can they sit here?" ”

The conductor turned his head to look at Zhao Chuanxin, and a warm smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Mr. Zhao, is there anything I can serve you?" ”

He had already received a warning from the platform, and the first-class carriage had Zhao Chuanxin, so be careful.

In the first-class carriage, the people at this table are Asian.

The conductors at this time were all men.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't like male conductors, only likes stinky sisters.

He waved his hand, "I need you to step aside." ”

"Okay, I'll go."

The white man: "......"

Zhao Chuanxin spread his hands: "You just say that you are not angry, right?" ”

"Fake." The white man was half dead.

But there is nothing to be done.

A large part of their superiority and courage also comes from the fact that people of color in the United States are accustomed to being submissive, and every public place and public resource is tilted towards whites.

But once there was an alternative like Zhao Chuanxin, he had no recruitment.

Do it?

Hehe, except for that child, he can't beat anyone at a table.

But what he didn't know was that the kid also had a Lugang M1907 pinned to his waist.

Ning An was thoughtful.

At the end of the day, it's a matter of who has the bigger fist.

Mr. said what the surname Zhou said to be a real warrior, but the real warrior was afraid and did not dare to face the butcher of the Far East.

Eating and drinking along the way, Zhao Chuanxin flipped through the "Old God Codex" and let "me" hurry.

Before it got dark, we arrived at Kurdeks.

The white man got out of the car first, and as soon as the door opened, he ran out.

Not long after, he came with two white policemen in a menacing manner.

The white man pointed to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "That's them." dare to sit in first-class carriages, and these yellow-skinned guys! ”

The two policemen took out their batons and struck them in their palms: "Hey, stop." ”

Ning An kindly persuaded: "You still do your own work, don't meddle in your own affairs." ”

Amitabha, Mr.'s temper is not very good, good and good.

A policeman sneered: "You're pretty arrogant, I'll arrest you today and imprison you for two days, and you'll be sensible in the future." ”

If you are locked in, you are afraid that even a severe beating will be light, and you may die inside.

Zhao Chuanxin directly pulled out the gun.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

A police officer was shot in the head.

A policeman was shot in both shoulders and two legs in the knee. On the spot, he wailed on the ground.

The white man was stupefied.

The train station screamed.

The white man was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he even forgot to run away.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the gun and hooked his hand at the white man: "I'm very fair, since you are unarmed, you go head-to-head with him, and you can leave if you win." ”

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Ning An.

Ning An didn't dare to move when he saw the white man, and frowned and looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth and inhaled: "What the hell are you looking at me?" Don't you have long hands? Go to the battlefield, you wait for the enemy to shoot and then shoot? ”

Ning An didn't dare to refute, clenched his fists and walked towards the white man.

Pang Cang punched, and the white man staggered back, and his nose bleeded.

He still didn't dare to fight back.

Ning An turned his head again.

Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied: "Forget it, you really can't support the wall with mud." Marcus, beat me up, and if he can't beat you, you'll beat you to death. ”

Marcus Nkrumah grinned thick lips that looked red and teeth white.

Zhao Chuanxin's scalp was numb: "Hurry up." ”

Marcus Nkrumah just wanted to step forward, but Ning An didn't dare to delay any longer, rushed forward, and hit the white man's Adam's apple with his empty fist.

The white man's eyes bulged.

He couldn't help but cover his neck with both hands, which made him very uncomfortable.

Ning An didn't keep his hand this time, and hooked the white man in the abdomen with a real fist.

The white man bent over in pain.

Ning An's left hand was against the white man's back shoulder, and his right arm was bent at the elbow, slamming down on the back of the white man's head. The white man's eyes rolled, and there was no pain.

Ning An tentatively snorted at the fallen white man, and his frowning brow loosened.

And gas.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Go on, until you run out of gas." ”

“……”

Ning An's scalp was numb, but he still raised his foot, two times and three times......

I don't know how many times he stomped, he didn't have to try, because the white man couldn't even twitch.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that four policemen were coming after hearing the news, and he held a revolver from afar and shouted behind the cement pillar of the railway station: "Surrender your weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise you will ......."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the God of War M1907: "Otherwise, you will be paralyzed!" ”

Sudden Sudden Sudden ......

The cement block flipped and a policeman bared his shoulders and was immediately shot.

Zhao Chuanxin walked forward while shooting.

In his left hand, he held Lugang M1907 in his left hand and shot the exposed policeman in the chest and head once in the shoulder.

Ares M1907 emptying the magazine.

disappeared from his hand in an instant, and he also held a Lugang M1907 in his right hand.

The policeman behind the cement pillar was dumbfounded, his body trembled, and his hands covered his ears.

There was a bold one, who heard the gunfire stop, dodged out, and before he could pull the trigger, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and shot it.

The policeman fell to the ground.

In terms of operation, Zhao Chuanxin is a warrior of a hundred battles; In terms of rate of fire, the Colt wheel in the hands of the police is far inferior to the Lugang M1907.

"We surrender, we surrender ......"

The two surviving policemen shouted together.

Zhao Chuanxin bypassed the cement pillar, held a gun in both hands, and shot each of them in the thighs and shoulders: "No matter which police station you belong to, go back and tell your people, whoever dares to discriminate in the future, I, Zhao Chuanxin, will kill and kill without mercy." ”

Ning An went over and searched for their wheels and put them in his own pocket.

The group swaggered out of the train station under the frightened gaze of the passengers hiding in the corner.

Zhao Chuanxin called two public carriages and drove towards Kurdeks.

In the carriage, Zhao asked Benjamin Goldberg to help him fill the spent magazines.

Watching the big apprentice grit his teeth and press hard, Zhao Chuanxin smiled very happily.

Benjamin Goldberg asked, "Master, when are you going to teach me spells?" ”

"Let's wait until the end of '19."

"......" It's been 12 years, and Benjamin Goldberg begged, "Just teach me some ordinary spells." ”

Zhao Chuanxin sat down in his seat and slapped the chair: "The spells are all lies." I'm always pushing you to do things, and you're going to be annoyed. If you chant a mantra every day and let the gods do things for you, won't the gods be annoying? ”

"Master, you lie."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "It's not that I can't teach you, but I need to wait until you grow up, and then I will get you a magic weapon, and you will be a qualified mage." I'm going to let you experience it now, and you've memorized this spell ......"

The spell is awkward, because it is a prophecy in the world of the Old Gods Codex.

But Benjamin Goldberg is so talented in language that he has mastered the "dry rice language", and now he is still learning Chinese on his own, and his progress is rapid.

Immediately he remembered it, and his eyes lit up: "But I read it, it doesn't work?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin took out the ecstasy lamp and handed it to him: "You can read it again." ”

Benjamin Goldberg recited a mantra as a thick fog escaped from the ecstasy lamp, filling the small carriage with water vapor and choking on his breath.

Benjamin Goldberg was frightened and said "ah": "Master, quickly collect the supernatural powers." ”

Zhao Chuanxin only taught him to release the fog, but did not teach him how to command and collect the fog.

He chanted a mantra, and a magical scene appeared, and the surrounding mist burrowed into the ecstasy lamp at a rapid speed.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes lit up.

To be honest, due to the development of technology and materials on the earth, there are very few things that make him feel new at this time.

He asked, "Master, what is this?" Give it to me. ”

"Ecstasy Lamp." Zhao Chuanxin said: "When you grow up a little more, I will give you another treasure." ”

In fact, it was because Zhao Lao was reluctant to give.

Benjamin Goldberg was disappointed and amazed: "It's strange, I can see a thick fog, but I can see everything in the carriage." ”

"That's because you're carrying the Ecstasy Lamp, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see." Speaking of this, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something.

At "me", he also kept a bright lantern tweed.

He used the key to extract the lantern flower and handed it to the apprentice: "This is the treasure of our master, and I will give it to you for the master first." It likes warmth and cold, and if you don't keep it properly, you will freeze to death in winter. I'll teach you the spell......"

Zhao Chuanxin handed over the spell and how to use it.

Benjamin Goldberg experimented with it while the carriage was moving.

The lantern is positioned, and then as the carriage turns, the direction of the lantern always shines in the direction of positioning.

Benjamin Goldberg excitedly said, "Master, I recently read Frederick William Woolward's History of Plant Survival, as well as the Guide to Plant Cultivation. Why don't we cultivate bright lights in a small area? ”

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head: "This, first, I don't know this knowledge. Second, to cultivate the lantern flower, it also needs some training in other aspects, otherwise it will not understand the mantra. In order to be a teacher, you have to ask some people for advice. ”

How did the forest elves make up the lantern flowers, where did Zhao Chuanxin know.

Benjamin Goldberg looked at the bright lantern: "It's good, it's good, but Master, are you sure this is the treasure of the master's family?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin's face was not red and his eyes were not blinking: "Of course, I gave it to you for the sake of the teacher." It's hard for the teacher......"

Benjamin Goldberg had the advantage of having a crooked mind, his eyes were a little dazed, and he couldn't see the sneakiness on his face, and he suddenly said, "Master, if you lend me the Ecstasy Lamp, don't you say that it can extract substances?" ”

"Ah......h

"I'm just researching, and I don't want you."

"The key master has already sent out the treasure, and inferior products such as the ecstasy lamp should be left for the master to use for self-defense."

"I'll borrow it for a few days."

"Consider ...... for the teacher"

While the master and apprentice were talking, the carriage arrived at Kurdeks.

Zhao Chuanxin lifted the curtain and found a familiar shop, and he rang the bell to stop the driver.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Chuanxin said, "You guys are waiting for me here, and I'll come back later." ”

Just down the street, there's a Jesse Penny shop.

Zhao Chuanxin saw his boss, John Peterman.

At the beginning, this product was arrogantly tight.

When John Peterman saw Zhao Chuanxin, there was a look of surprise on his face.

"Is that you?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: "What's the matter, the financial crisis, has it affected your shop?" ”

John Peterman's face darkened: "What's the matter with you?" ”

"Need to be funded?"

"I ......"

Historically, he did not get investment, and has been supporting it alone, but in the end he survived the difficulties. And the store has been in business until the 21st century.

But it's hard.

Now, several of his stores are out of stock.

I have learned the trick of voting separately, and my mobile phone has been shaking yesterday......

(End of chapter)