The barrel of a gun makes people bold.

This person is not a soldier, but a businessman from the merchant group of all nations.

I originally felt that even though I was not a soldier, I still showed off my power.

But as soon as it started, several balls of blood burst out from his body.

He also saw more marchers heading this way behind the man.

They were blushing and shouting from behind, raising their fists.

It seems that I am no longer afraid of bullets.

Zhao Chuanxin fired at the people of the Wanguo Merchant Group, and a hail of bullets passed by, killing and injuring most of them.

The marchers who were repelled by them heard a series of gunshots. When they looked back out of curiosity, they saw a group of foreigners lying in a pool of blood.

At the corner of the street, a man suddenly appeared with a "big gun".

"Let's all go home. It will be time for the foreign devils to dispatch more troops soon."

He yelled at the marchers.

But it had the same counterproductive effect as before. Instead of leaving, these people followed.

Zhao Chuanxin said helplessly: "If you don't leave, I can't beat them. I have to take care of you."

"We are not afraid of death!"

"Kick away the foreigners, drive away the foreigners, boycott foreign goods!"

Zhao Chuanxin couldn’t laugh or cry.

What can you do? As long as you have weapons, you won't be beaten like this.

Helpless, he glanced at the foreign-style building next to him, put away a few guns, and took a running start. He climbed up as lightly as Bodhidharma crossing the river with a reed.

The person below: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands towards them: "Go back, you can't keep up with me!"

As he said that, he jumped row after row on the western-style building, but he really couldn't keep up.

"Wow, a master from this world!"

"That's awesome!"

"If every capable Chinese was like him, the Chinese would not be bullied anymore!"

Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Finally, some fear slowly dissipated.

Sure enough, the foreigners' revenge came soon.

They went around arresting people and sometimes shooting.

They arrested many marchers during the day and tortured them about the whereabouts of the masked man.

While I was asking questions, a fake foreigner from the patrol room came in with a wad of paper.

The foreigner spread out the paper and looked at it. It said: If you kill one person, I will kill ten of you. If you kill ten people, I will kill a hundred of you. You can kill as much as you want. There are tens of millions of people in China. How many foreigners are there?<

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He dragged the fake foreigner from the patrol room and asked, "What's written on it?"

The fake foreign devil read it out.

The tortured young man's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Well said, we Chinese have a population of tens of millions, and we are not afraid of you killing us. If you want to kill or cut them up, it is up to you. I will frown and share your last name!"

He was in pain and fear, and felt like he was in hell, but now he was resurrected with full blood!

The words on this paper were quickly fulfilled.

They later captured and tortured dozens of people, killing more than a dozen of them.

Then, more than 20 members of the merchant group from all over the world were killed by masked men in a surprise attack. Then, patrolling troops from various countries were attacked one after another and were directly shot with machine guns, resulting in the loss of dozens of soldiers.

After that, they received another paper ball: Keep killing and see who among us is the first to die!

British Vice-Consul Deweimen couldn’t sit still.

He was shocked and angry, and asked for two pieces of paper. The paper was foreign paper, the pen was a foreign fountain pen, the writing was Chinese, the handwriting was wild, and the second one was even stained with blood!

He asked with trembling lips: "How many of us have died in total?"

The subordinates gave a bloodless reply: "Forty-six people were killed by the merchant group of all nations, twenty-seven people were killed by the British army, sixteen people were killed by the American army, France... In addition, there were two people who participated in today's confrontation demonstration.

A British reporter and an American reporter were also shot dead! Mr. Consul, you have to consider the safety of our staff!"

Deweimen immediately said: "Immediately notify all the troops in the concession and the people from the merchant group of all nations and ask them to stop arresting the demonstrators, let alone harm them."

The foreigners were so frightened that they started to group together and did not dare to be alone.

There were soldiers standing guard all around the concession.

However, although they released all the demonstrators, the attacks on foreigners continued.

Deweimen called for his subordinates and asked angrily: "Why hasn't the other party stopped attacking us after we released him?"

The subordinate thought for a moment and said with a pale face: "He said on paper that if he kills one of them, they will kill ten of us! Maybe they haven't killed enough yet..."

"Lawlessness, lawlessness...notify the Qing government and let them take care of their own people."

The subordinates complained: Now do you know how to let them take care of your own people? If you had done this earlier, how could there be such a mess?

According to his own calculations, Zhao Chuanxin estimated how many compatriots had died and how many foreigners he had killed. He stopped the attack only after roughly clarifying the number.

In ancient times, when nomadic peoples attacked Han cities, they would usually use the collected Han people at the front, consuming the Han people's city defense equipment and their morale.

If you save the people, the other side will take advantage of the situation to attack the city. If you don't, you will have to watch your compatriots die.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't follow this trick. As a person, he doesn't have much morale to speak of, so he can just kill him.

If you die alone, I will give you ten backstops.

The sky was dark and the earth was dark, and blood flowed like a river!

Afterwards, a Chinese reader signed by Fair Play published an article commenting on the shooting incident in the Beihua Jiebao, the official English newspaper in the Shanghai Public Settlement, saying: The police officers just wanted to conform to the feelings of the Chinese people.

The Wang family was taken into custody by foreigners. This was a matter of principle. So someone stood up and paid for their lives with the blood of ten people until the foreigners were scared. Not stopping until he killed enough showed his determination not to surrender...

This newspaper arrived on Li Guangzong’s desk in Lugang Town about half a month later.

After reading it, he excitedly came to the police station with the newspaper.

"It's sir, it must be sir. Look, this man is wearing a mask and Western-style clothes. He is very strong and can shoot with a machine gun. Sir, he single-handedly faced thousands of foreign troops. How happy!"

A group of people from the insurance team gathered around and asked all kinds of questions.

Everyone blushed and had rough necks after hearing this.

Shuangxi slammed the table: "Fuck! We should go together and kill the foreigners together. These idiots actually massacred the Chinese people who were marching!"

Zhao Zhongyi was a little worried and said: "What will happen to him when passing on the salary?"

Others did not say anything, but Li Guangzong's eyes shone brightly and he vowed: "That won't happen, sir, he is a man of great ability. The newspaper said before that foreign banks in Shanghai and Hankou were robbed, especially since Hankou was robbed twice in a row, so it must be

This is what you did!"

Liu Guogui shook his head: "It's still too risky. Lugang Town has been frozen due to the freeze, so why doesn't he come back?"
Chapter completed!