Chapter 542: Are you Mr. Lincoln? (Please book, please vote)
"who?"
Senator Brannan was irritated and pulled open his bow tie when a bodyguard suddenly came from outside the door: "Sir, a Japanese prostitute said he was here to find Mr. Lincoln."
"Lincoln?" Brannan raised his brows, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The hypocritical lawyer actually had this kind of hobby? He put down his whiskey glass and unconsciously hit the tabletop, "Let her in."
The door was opened with a crack, and Rinko, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, slid in lightly like a kitten. She was wearing a light green gauze kimono, with a very open collar, and a few pink traces were faintly visible on her collarbone.
Scars. A roll of hemp rope was wrapped around her slender waist, and a peony silk flower was tied to the knot, which swayed gently with her movements.
"Ayumister Lincoln?" Her voice was soft and delicious, with a hint of timid temptation.
Brannan's Adam's apple rolled a little, but he still didn't let go of his guard - this place is the West after all!
He looked at the bodyguard - this was a cowboy who had been in the west for many years. "I've searched carefully, sir." The cowboy smiled lewdly. But Rinko turned around and smiled sweetly at him.
Brannan waved his hand to signal the bodyguard to retreat, but his eyes couldn't move away as if they were stuck to Rinko: "I am Lincoln." He took out a handful of US dollars from his pocket and sprinkled it on the Persian velvet carpet.
Rinko lowered her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She knelt on the Persian carpet, putting her hands obediently on her knees, allowing Brannan's gaze to wander around her.
"You still carry a rope?" Brannan unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his furry chest. "You Japanese are having a lot of fun."
Rinko raised her head, a trace of cunning flashed in her eyes. She stood up slowly, crossed her hands behind her head, and gently pulled out her hairpin. Her long black hair poured down like a waterfall, and her hairpin glowed with a dark blue luster under the gas lamp
——That is the color of pufferfish venom.
"Do you want to play?" Her voice was as sweet as honey, which was exactly the type Brannan liked.
Brannan's breathing became rapid. He pounced on Rinko, trying to tie her wrist with a hemp rope, but suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Rinko's hairpin pierced his skin suddenly, and the venom spread rapidly along the blood.
.His grin frozen on his face, and his body fell to the ground like a broken puppet.
The bodyguard outside the door felt something was wrong when he heard the heavy object falling to the ground. He knocked on the door twice without reaction, so he kicked open the door. Rinko was already stepping on the windowsill barefoot, and the sea breeze in San Francisco Bay lifted the hem of her kimono.
Her white legs were exposed. She pulled the hemp rope around her waist, and the fourteen-meter-long hemp rope was hanging towards the street like a black snake. The other end of the hemp rope was tied to the windowsill.
"Damn it, I really asked to send an assassin!" The bodyguard roared and pulled out his pistol. The bullet brushed across Rinko's ears, but she jumped into the night in San Francisco.
Xianfeng was driving a carriage carrying water and was waiting at the corner of the street. His blood-covered eyes were staring at the top of the San Francisco Hotel. Seeing Rinko jumping from the air, he shouted "Erdezi",
While taking out his pistol, he pointed it at the window where Rinko jumped down, and fired all four bullets in one breath. At this time, Rinko had already landed on the ground and ran towards the carriage where the gunshots were heard. Erdeko shook his whip hard
The wheels ran over the garbage all over the ground and rushed towards the running Rinko.
Rinko had already jumped onto the carriage and shouted loudly to Xianfeng and Erdezi: "Hurry up, go to the dock!"
"Quick, go to the dock!" Xianfeng shouted, and reloaded his revolver on the bumpy carriage with his trembling hands. He felt an excitement that he had never experienced before, and suddenly rushed from the bottom of his heart.
His new life is quite exciting!
On the top floor of the San Francisco Hotel, when Natalia heard the gunshots, she was standing at the window looking at Chinatown - there was a good show tonight! But unexpectedly, the show suddenly started, but the stage was not really inviting a party
The Cathedral is located in the Grand Hotel in San Francisco.
"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"
Her door was suddenly knocked.
"Who?" Natalia asked while walking to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer to remove the revolver inside.
"It's me, Wu Chongyao!" Wu Chongyao's voice came in from outside.
"Mr. Wu, it's too late now. Let's talk about anything tomorrow." Natalia said to the person outside the door while loading bullets into the revolver.
But Wu Chongyao's next words forced Natalia to open the door to the diplomat of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom: "Don't the female grandfather want to know who will give the Romanov dynasty a funeral?"
With a creaking sound, the door was opened, and the female grandfather who placed one hand behind her appeared in front of Wu Chongyao, with a gloomy face: "Wu, what are you talking about?"
"You look at this first." Wu Chongyao handed a golden picture to Natalia.
"This is." Natalia took the golden picture and took a look through the dim lights in the corridor.
"This is a golden picture!" Wu Chongyao leaned into Natalia's ear, "Don't you and Brannan both want it? I'll bring it for you, don't you invite me in and have a drink?"
"Golden Picture?" Natalia always felt something was wrong, but she still made way open the door and put Wu Chongyao in.
As soon as Wu Chongyao entered the door, Natalia was pushed with a revolver on his back.
"Ah, what are you doing?" Wu Chongyao shouted quickly, "Don't you want to know who will ruin the Romanov dynasty?"
"You know?" Natalia's tone was cold.
"No," Wu Chongyao shook his head, "He knows!"
"He?" Natalia asked, "Are you talking about the King of Wu of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"
"Who else can you be except him?" Wu Chongyao smiled and said, "Female Duke, come back to China with me. Your Highness the King of Wu will definitely like you!"
"I like me to go against him?" Natalia asked calmly, but put away the pistol that was pressing against Wu Chongyao's back.
Wu Chongyao laughed: "Being right? No, no, he doesn't think so. He thinks you are doing a good job!"
"boom!"
Deafening sounds of cannons came from outside the window. Major Chernesov's field cannons smashed the church window, but exposed the sandbags stacked up inside.
Wu Chongyao walked to the windowsill and looked at the flashing gunfires, but he was not panicked at all: "Oh, you actually used cannons, it's really interesting. But it's useless!"
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"It's useless?" Natalia smiled, "You are prepared? But so what? Governor Biglare and Senator Brannan are both anti-Chinese people. Even if the action tonight fails, next
The ones who came on the field were California state soldiers!”
"The state militia cannot come!" Wu Chongyao said, "Natalia, take a closer look at the golden map in your hand!"
"Ula!Ula"
When the shouts of "Ula" sounded in the night of Chinatown, the gray robe of the Cossack cavalry was blown by the night wind, revealing the scarlet edges of Tsarist Russian trousers. Major Chernesov took the lead and rushed towards the saber with his saber.
The Chinese cathedral of the Zhenyou School who had just been bombarded.
Although California is now worried about public security, gunfights occur every day, killing people is like mowing grass. However, the gold digger and the cowboy draw a gun at a disagreement. Who has ever seen a cowboy pulling a cannon to the end of the world? So Chernesov
The major came to a "cannon" that was not normal! Sectarian conflicts directly brought up cannons and rushed to the level of religious wars. It also asked the Americans to open their eyes and know what the old European charlatans would look like
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However, are the Chinese who were bombarded too calm? Why are there still no one on the streets? Why are there no frightened Chinese people running around the streets? Are they too tired to make money during the day and they all fall asleep?
While he was wondering, the war horse under his crotch had already rushed into the courtyard of the Zhenyoupai Cathedral. Suddenly, his war horse stood up and whined "Xi Liuliu". He didn't pay any attention.
, rolled down from the saddle.
"Crackling."
A burst of gunfire like fried beans rang out immediately.
In the night, countless muzzles flashed on the low houses on both sides of the South Street of Chinatown outside the Zhenyoupai Cathedral!
Ambushed in the middle!
Major Chernesov struggled to get up from the ground and looked behind him. He saw that the street was in chaos. The Cossack cavalry were shot overturned by bullets shot from the roofs on both sides. The Mormons following behind were even more
It was a mess, and he shouted and shot randomly in the dark!
"Heavenly punished!"
Japanese shouts came from the darkness, and the samurai warrior holding the Taidao rushed out of the ambush. One of them happened to meet Chernesov. He was about to raise his knife to block the chopped Taidao.
There was a severe pain behind him, and a bloody sword had already emerged from his chest.
When Lincoln knocked open the door of Brannan's suite, the Senator was already covered in purple. It had no value for rescue! And the streets of San Francisco outside the window were already in chaos, with gunfire, killing and explosions mixed in
Together, it sounds like a war!
Lincoln's face turned pale and his lips kept trembling, and he just murmured: "War! This is war, this is war between the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the United States!"
He suddenly thought of something, rushed out of Brannan's room, drove his long legs and rushed downstairs, rushed to the street, and happened to run into a carriage with the words "O'Connor's Taxi Carriage Company" printed on it.
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"Sir, do you want to use a carriage?" The coachman was a white man and asked Lincoln loudly.
"Yes, yes, I'm going to Saramento! Hurry!" Lincoln opened the car door as he spoke and went in. After entering, he found that there was someone sitting in the car box.
A white phosphorus match was polished. In the flashing fire, Lincoln saw a Chinese man in yellow crown and yellow robe. It was Hong Renzheng, the Archbishop of the North American Diocese. Hong Renzheng looked at the thin man in front of him, smiled slightly, and spoke.
Fluent English: "Sorry, are you Mr. Lincoln?"
Chapter completed!