"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "This is strange. Since there is no injustice and no revenge, on May 26 this year, a white man murdered a Chinese girl, but you helped him collect perjury, and the co-judge let him get out of trouble? On July 7th, you intimidated a congressman who proposed racial equality so that he would not dare to return home? In August, you were also dressed in black, surrounded by black masks, and beat a black man to death? ”

Danielson's face froze.

None of these things have left any evidence of guilt, but it is difficult to write about them, and the crimes are all real.

Further down, there's more.

Abraham Cohen and the Smith brothers have indeed become the climate, and the food truck gang can go on a rampage among the gangs in New York if they are twisted into a rope, and they send money to the police station like a fortune boy, and the Knights of Order of the Nordic Order have been investigated.

Danielson's mouth stiffened: "Do you have any evidence?" If there is no evidence, don't lie it, even if there is evidence of guilt, it is up to the court to decide. ”

"Huh." Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I, Zhao Chuanxin, am enthusiastic about doing good deeds to fight criminals, do you need evidence?" ”

I blanched ...... Sure enough, it was Zhao Chuanxin.

Danielson's face was blue and uncertain, his eyes wandered, there was a church nearby, and there was nowhere to call for help. If they escaped, would they be able to outrun the butchers of the Far East?

Only not far away, the skinny old man, staring intently.

Danielson thought to himself: If he takes the old man as a hostage, will Zhao Chuanxin throw himself into a bogey?

Obviously, this probability is very low.

For a guy who kills people without blinking, will he care about the life or death of a strange old man?

Danielson gritted his teeth: "Fight with him." ”

Zhao Chuanxin put on a skull mask, didn't use a gun, condensed lightning chains in his palms, and charged towards the crowd.

There were also three people with guns on the opposite side, and they fired almost at the same time, but the rate of fire was enough for them to fight a round.

Although he was wearing a resolute armor, Zhao Chuanxin dodged them one by one.

"Thunder three thousand!"

Zhao Chuanxin waved the lightning chain, and there was a crackle, and the lightning was whipped five times!

The lightning chain pierced through the team, and Zhao Chuanxin backhanded the immortal bird Xuanjie and blasted away the side attackers.

He took out the Scepter of Redemption, drew his elven carving knife, and came with a whirlwind slash.

Danielson held the wheel, the muzzle of the gun drifting from side to side, and the more he aimed, the more nervous he became.

Bang!

Dodge.

Bang!

Hit your own people......

Smack......

Empty plane.

Danielson shuddered and threw out the wheel, pulled out the bullet, and struggled to reload.

When the bullets were loaded, I looked up and saw that my own people were dead.

Zhao Chuanxin erected a single palm and swayed, and the whip of the ruling rotated in a circle with a single palm as the central axis.

Zhao Chuanxin threw it off ahead of time, and the whip of the ruling was released.

A song "The Hanging Divine Comedy" was given to Danielson.

Immediately, Danielson's shackles were sturdy.

The whistle suddenly became sharp, and Danielson felt a pain in his body.

The whip of judgment popped out barbs, piercing his skin and sucking blood.

Perhaps the Whip of Judgment had a limited amount of blood, but the effect of inhibiting thrombin caused his countless tiny wounds to bleed.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the elf carving knife, wandered around the circle of people who fell to the ground, and when he saw that there was still a breath, he used his famous stunt - a little red.

After the knife was repaired, he looked back at Danielson, who had fallen to the ground and convulsed, and the excessive blood loss had caused him to go into shock.

Zhao Chuanxin whistled, and the whip of judgment twisted like a snake.

The weather has become colder, which has more or less an effect on it, sucking blood and rejuvenating itself.

The whip of judgment bounced back into Zhao Chuanxin's hand, and he put it away.

Suddenly, I looked back.

On the bench sat a dry old man, thin and with a strange hairstyle, parted in the middle, flat on both sides, and extremely pale.

While comforting the pigeons frightened by the gunshot, he stared straight at Zhao Chuanxin.

The moment he saw this person, a person suddenly appeared in Zhao Chuanxin's mind - a strange person.

Even if he only deals with weirdos from words, but somehow, Zhao Chuanxin feels that weirdos should be this image.

This took Zhao Chuanxin by surprise.

Did the people in the Old Gods Codex jump into reality?

He hesitated, walked over, and said tentatively, "Weirdos? ”

The old man frowned suspiciously, and immediately asked him, "How did you release the lightning?" Is it the device on your wrist? No, such a small device can have such a large energy storage? ”

The old man put Zhao Chuanxin aside and fell into deep thought.

Zhao Chuanxin felt more and more that this person was a strange person.

I thought of my apprentice Benjamin again, maybe Benjamin is also this virtue when he is old.

He couldn't help but ask again: "Weirdos?" ”

The old man turned a deaf ear.

"Weirdos?"

The old man's gaze refocused on Zhao Chuanxin, specifically on his Thor's hammer.

The old man stretched out his hand: "Bring it to me and show ......"

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that Thor's hammer was the work of a strange man, so this person couldn't be a weirdo.

He slapped the old man's dry hand away: "Don't touch it, be careful that I break your arm." ”

Unexpectedly, the old man turned a deaf ear and stretched out his hand again: "Show me." ”

"Look at Nima, see?"

"Show me."

It was the first time Zhao Chuanxin had met such an iron-headed person in front of him.

The old man was no threat to him.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

It's kind of interesting.

The image and temper similar to that of the weirdo made him inexplicably feel a sense of intimacy.

He asked, "Old man, what is your name?" ”

"Nikola Tesla!"

The smile on Zhao Chuanxin's face froze......

He snapped his nose: "You can watch it, but this thing will electrocute you." ”

Nikola Tesla's eyes glared: "I let millions of volts of high-frequency voltage flow through my body, and now I am alive and well." Quick, show me. ”

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it, and really untied the hammer of Thor and handed it to him.

The old man took it, and when Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was about to press the button, he couldn't help but remind: "Be careful......"

At the same time, he hurriedly ducked aside.

Thor's hammer began to condense electric light.

Nikola Tesla's eyes were bright and bright, and there was no cloudiness of a fifty-year-old man at all.

When the electric light condensed to the size of a fist, he manipulated it to launch it.

Eventually, the energy of the ball is drained and dissipated into the air.

Nikola Tesla wore Thor's hammer on his wrist like a dough kneader, fiddling with lightning shapes.

is much more imaginative than Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was very unhappy, that feeling was like having a game console when he was a child, and he took it out to show off, but his little friend played ten times better than him.

He couldn't help but say, "Give it back to me." ”

Nikola Tesla looked up: "Sell it to me." ”

Zhao Chuanxin squinted at him: "How much can you pay?" ”

"I ......" Nikola Tesla stuck, "I can owe you first, ten thousand dollars." ”

Is Nikola Tesla so short of money?

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't know much about this person.

But $10,000 want to buy Thor's hammer?

Thinking too much, right?

This energy storage technology, in the 21st century, is probably the top technology.

He sneered and said, "Old man, I can only say that you are lonely even if you owe credit." If you owe 10 million on credit, there is still a slight possibility. I owe 100 million on credit, maybe I'll consider thinking about it a little tempting. ”

Nikola Tesla had a very hot temper, and he was displeased: "Even if this thing is very delicate, it is not worth 10 million." Ball lightning, I have already created, I have even created a voltage of 100 million volts, I know more than God, and he did not make lightning as much as mine. ”

...... "I'm blanching, Zhao Chuanxin is staggering, if it weren't for his mouth, then this old man would be really awesome." If I remember correctly, it seems that the future generations are still trapped in the 5 million volt voltage and cannot break through.

Nature's lightning is generally between 2 million and 3 million volts.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed dryly, as if he couldn't control him.

He rolled his eyes: "But you don't know anything about energy storage, you see that such a small device of mine can release such a powerful lightning, which you will never be able to do." ”

"I'm not rare." Nikola Tesla was dismissive: "I tend to take energy from nature. It's just that people nowadays are short-sighted and don't understand the benefits of this. Apparently you too. ”

"Nonsense." Zhao Chuanxin was very unconvinced: "You said that you know more than God, what God, Sakyamuni, Sun God Ra, Brahma, Lao Tzu or something, do my senior brothers know?" I am more profound than their mana, and I have a longer vision than them, I am the supreme melee mage in the world - Zhao Chuanxin! ”

Rao is such an irritable and proud person as Nikola Tesla, and after listening to Zhao Chuanxin's bragging, he was also a little confused: "Zhao Chuanxin? The name sounds familiar. ”

"You'll be familiar with it." The old god Zhao Chuanxin is here: "Recently, there are always some small human beings who want to slaughter gods, and I have taught them to be human beings. ”

Nikola Tesla didn't remember who Zhao Chuanxin was in the end.

He said lightly: "Even if you say a lot and are strong enough as a human being, I still feel that you are the same as . . . People like Morgan make no difference. ”

Zhao Chuanxin felt insulted: "Who is buried?" Compare me to old Morgan, and he deserves it? ”

“……”

Although Nikola Tesla is out of place with the times, he is still alive after all, and he also eats fireworks.

Morgan is one of the richest people in the United States.

But it seems that the person in front of him didn't take the old guy in his eyes at all.

Nikola Tesla frowned and asked, "Are you also rich?" ”

"Not much."

Nikolai had a look on his face.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Probably it can let me do as much as I want. ”

"......" Nikola Tesla suddenly said: "It's better for you to invest in me, I have a few projects ......"

Before he finished speaking, the police came.

After all, the gun was moved, and it wasn't just a gunshot, someone called the police.

When the menacing police arrived at the park, they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

Their momentum was paused: "Zhao, Zhao, Mr. Zhao...... Why are you again? ”

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, collect the corpse!" ”

It's hard to say that Nikola Tesla, the eccentric old man, wasn't a little shocked.

He may not be afraid of witnessing death, but he is still a little surprised that after killing someone, he can still make the police cower like a snake and scorpion, and can command the police to collect the body.

"Who the hell are you?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I said my name is Zhao Chuanxin!"

(End of chapter)