Originally, Zhao Chuanxin planned to find a ship and go directly north to Tianjin. It would be better if he took the opportunity to go all the way outside the customs.

I didn't expect to encounter this.

He curiously followed it for two days, but he didn't expect this matter to become a big deal.

The detained female prisoner is Li Wang. This woman has a good background. Her father has been doing business in Chongqing for many years and has considerable assets. Her uncle is in charge of the customs brokerage of Sichuan Investment and Chongqing Bureau in Chongqing. Her deceased husband was also an official of the Qing court.

This time, Li Wang wanted to transport her deceased husband’s body back to her hometown for burial.

Accompanying us were three servants and fifteen slaves aged 8-14.

The problem arises with these slaves.

The crew of the ship were foreigners. When they saw someone bringing a group of slaves on the ship, they wanted to blackmail them. The Li Wang family probably felt that she had the money to bring many people, and it was reasonable and legal. There was no need to go along with the crew's wishes because of this, so she refused.<

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As a result, the crew complained to an American missionary about the trafficking of women by Li Wang.

When the news reached Shanghai, the patrolmen from the Shanghai Concession waited directly at the dock to arrest him in one fell swoop.

After the arrest, the patrol in the French Concession was handed over to the public patrol room.

The reason for suing Li Wang is that she is suspected of illegally abducting women and young girls.

So everyone spread rumors, saying that she would be kidnapped to become a prostitute.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about Li Wang's family background and felt that such a person would not be involved in pimping.

But he also hated the slave trade like "servants". It's no wonder that so many people wanted to overthrow the Qing Dynasty.

The reason for the commotion later was that the British Deputy Consul De Weimen and the Chinese interrogator Guan Jiong brought the Li Wang family to confront the court.

Mrs. Li Wang has a complete set of purchase procedures, and those slaves also stated that the family voluntarily sold them.

But Deweimen insists that the slave trade itself is illegal in a civilized society, and Li Wang's so-called purchase procedures have become evidence of the crime.

Regardless of whether it is a violation of laws or crimes, Guan Jiong emphasized that this is the Chinese people's own business, and the Li Wang family must be put into the women's prison first. However, morality refused to give in, and the policemen present were fighting for Li Wang family.

The two sides started fighting on the spot. The fake foreign devils on patrol successfully defeated the Qing government officials and reportedly tore up the court uniforms and court beads of the Qing court officials present.

This incident spread instantly to major cities at home and abroad, including Tianjin, Shanghai, and Guangzhou at home, London and New York in the United States, and other places abroad.

Li Wang's case was to be retried. On the day of the trial, many reporters and spectators came.

Before the case was even tried, a fierce conflict broke out at the scene, between the foreign reporters and the Chinese spectators present.

Zhao Chuanxin was also among the spectators.

He looked at me in confusion as you pinched me, and I kicked you pretty fiercely.

He is absolutely against the slave trade. If he punishes the Li Wang family, he will not feel cruel at all. When she is enjoying the service of those slaves, who can feel pity for those girls who are not even adults yet?

Because the Chinese boycotted American goods before, everyone now has a bad impression of foreigners. They feel that this is a Chinese matter and it is not the turn of foreigners to intervene.

That's why the conflict broke out.

We can just close the door and solve the problem ourselves. What does it have to do with you foreigners?

This is a matter of principle.

So Zhao Chuanxin thought about it and decided not to participate. Anyway, scratching his hair and face wouldn't cause much trouble.

But when he saw the angry expressions of the Chinese people present, he vaguely felt that this matter might continue to cause trouble.

I want to leave, thinking that I can still help if things get serious. But if I stay, isn’t it just a matter of having enough food and leisure?

Without hesitation, I stayed in Shanghai for a few more days.

On November 17 of the lunar calendar, the embassy in Beijing sent an order for the acquittal to Shanghai. However, the consulate in Shanghai deliberately delayed the release for two days and released the person on November 19.

Clearly showing contempt for the official authority of the Qing court.

This is like poking a hornet's nest.

The Chinese in Shanghai began to protest and burned down the patrol house.

The foreigners recruited the "Business Group of All Nations" and armies from various countries to suppress them.

Then, they shot.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was in the crowd, was stunned when he heard the gunfire.

Then his face turned pale.

He squeezed through the crowd, walked outside the nearby store, took out his gun and started shooting at the foreigners.

"Ah, they shot!"

"Kill someone!"

"Our people also shot!"

"Well done, kill the foreigners!"

While the protestors retreated in shock, many people also looked back curiously.

I saw a man wearing a coat and a strange mask on his head, with only two eyes exposed.

He turned slightly sideways, holding a pistol in his hand. He raised the pistol very high, held the gun at an angle, and fired in an orderly manner.

Always shoot one in the chest and one in the head.

The hand is steady, the hitting is accurate!

"It's so awesome. If you beat the foreigners to death, let's copy them too!"

"Throw stones at them!"

There are not so many stones, but bricks, brooms, shoes and other things are flying everywhere.

Zhao Chuanxin shot three people in succession and then found a bunker to defend.

Seeing the fierce firepower of the opponent, his expression began to become ferocious, the pistol disappeared, and there was a Madsen machine gun in his hand.

When the opponent was firing, he stepped out and the machine gun in his hand began to spit out flames.

The legs were firmly planted, the waist was rotated, and after the machine gun fire, the foreign troops fell in pieces.

The Chinese demonstrators were shocked!

They may have seen shooting, but they have never seen what war is like, let alone a weapon with such powerful firepower as a machine gun.

Zhao Chuanxin finished a handful of bullets, immediately changed the magazine, and continued shooting.

A group of foreigners armed with rifles had no power to fight back and were beaten until they were howling like ghosts and wolves.

"Damn it, aren't you awesome?"

Zhao Chuanxin is having a great time today!

After using up the second magazine, the survivors on the opposite side no longer dared to show their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his hand, the machine gun disappeared, and the pistol appeared in his hand again.

Click, load.

His figure suddenly rose up, and he rushed over in three or five steps to catch up with an ordinary person.

He walked around the bunker, put the pistol on his waist with his right hand, and pressed the muzzle of the opponent's gun with his left hand so that the muzzle was pointed down, bang bang bang!

The foreign soldiers behind the bunker fell.

A person showed up in front, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his gun, holding it steady with both hands, bang!

Direct headshot.

The demonstrators behind were hanging at a distance, not daring to get close, and very curious.

After Zhao Chuanxin was shot, he directly changed the gun in space, loaded the gun, and continued shooting.

A quick shooter suddenly emerged from behind the bunker and shot Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin paused for a moment.

The marchers screamed.

"The hero has been shot!"

"Oops!"

The opponent used a revolver.

It's not easy to fire the second shot, and Zhao Chuanxin will not give him this opportunity.

Bang bang!

Fall to the ground!

The marchers were dumbfounded!

You were shot, how come you act like nothing happened?

It was the foreign troops who were dispersed here, but it was not the army that fought against the demonstrators on the other side, but people from the merchant corps of all nations.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and shouted to a group of Chinese marchers: "Don't follow me. Why don't you go back? Aren't you afraid of bullets?"

He yelled and hurriedly ran to another street.

At this time, he had another Madsen machine gun in his hand.

Several foreigners wearing top hats and suits were holding rifles and shooting at the parade.

Several marchers fell to the ground, and the rest screamed and retreated. A foreigner proudly put his rifle on his shoulder.

In his opinion, these people were just shouting and shouting in the street to take advantage of the crowd.

"The sick man of East Asia is vulnerable to a single blow!"

Unexpectedly, out of the corner of my eye, something didn't seem right.

When he turned around, he saw a man with a mask on his head whose face could not be seen clearly. All he could see was a pair of fire-breathing eyes. He was walking towards him with a machine gun in his right arm.
Chapter completed!