"We work for Colonel Wellweed, who is Standard Oil's safety officer. That's all I know, please spare my life."

Standard Oil?

Zhao Chuanxin thought that the news had leaked out and that the US military might be ambushing here.

Unexpectedly, the dog from Standard Oil dared to stroke the beard of a tiger after eating the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?

He took out the elf carving knife and stabbed the man between the eyebrows.

"Damn it, if it's not completely true, there must be something hidden."

The seven or eight survivors nearby were so scared that they peed.

This man is moody and will kill at will. He is crazier than Louis Verweide and cold-blooded than their mercenaries.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the second person: "Tell me."

The man's face turned green: "I said, I said, Louis Verweide, born in 1866, currently working under Standard Oil Chief Security Officer Frank Hogani, nicknamed Madman, and has excellent marksmanship. Frank Hogani

Nick was originally a police detective in New York City. He was later fired due to disciplinary violations and was recruited as the chief security officer of the Rockefeller consortium. He committed murder and arson and made great contributions to Standard Oil. John Davidson Rockefeller is currently at the helm of Rockefeller..."
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"Stop! Where are you fucking chanting?" Zhao Chuanxin interrupted: "Too much nonsense."

Saying that, he drew his knife.

The man's mind was buzzing, and he hurriedly counted down the seconds for his life: "Wait, sir, they don't know as much as I do, you can't kill me."

Zhao Chuanxin sheathed the knife angrily: "I'll give you another chance."

"Sir, as far as I know, Standard Oil has a market monopoly and has extended its tentacles to Kurdex. I am a local, and I know that they want to lay oil pipelines. But you cowboys paid for the land. So, they

I want to get rid of you..."

After saying this, Zhao Chuanxin understood.

He just said that even the local government did not dare to act rashly when they learned of his identity.

Now, there are people who can’t even think about it.

He just underestimated the bloody and violent nature of capitalist monopoly.

This guy is worse than a bandit.

"Are you a local?"

"Yes, sir, my name is Andrew Miller. I have served in the Army and am a true Kurdish."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up and looked around: "Is there anyone else who is a local?"

The others didn't know why and shook their heads honestly.

Without saying a word, Zhao Chuanxin took out his Ares M1907 submachine gun, pulled the trigger and fired.

Fuck you for surrendering without killing me!

What's the use of keeping it?

With the rhythmic churning of the submachine gun, Andrew Miller's crotch also became rhythmically wet.

Seeing the dead bodies lying on the ground, Andrew Miller was frightened.

He was lucky that he was eloquent and lucky that he was a local.

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "Get up."

Andrew Miller struggled twice and his legs were as weak as noodles.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

"Sir, please don't kill me, I'm still useful..."

"You can't even fucking walk, so what's the use?"

"I can move around."

"Well, go and collect all the guns and ammunition on the ground for me, and don't forget the money they have on them."

Andrew Miller slapped himself twice to cheer up his spirits, and hit his thigh twice before staggering to pick up the gun.

Looking at his weak-footed appearance, Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

Are you just going to be a mercenary?

Seeing that he was being honest and not playing tricks, Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and kicked him: "Go ahead."

Wilhelmina heard the sound of boots treading water, but it was not a person.

So I hid my head in fear.

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived, he looked at her and raised her buttocks like an ostrich, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, your posture is not very elegant."

Hearing his voice, Wilhelmina was relieved from her trembling.

She jumped up and hung on Zhao Chuanxin's neck.

"Oh, Your Majesty, my husband's injury was not healed properly."

He smiled and helped her smooth the mud and water from her hair.

"Promise me that you will stay away from the battlefield in the future."

Zhao Chuanxin's face was serious: "No, there is still one last battle."

"What?"

"I'm going to kill that transparent little prince, otherwise how can you marry me?"

Wilhelmina was surprised and said: "Are you serious about coming?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Haha, I was just joking."

Wilhelmina, who was worried at first, suddenly felt a little lost.

He laughed and cursed, not knowing which one was true.

If... Wilhelmina's mouth is bitter, there are many things that cannot be done according to her own temper.

What a joke, how could Zhao Chuanxin give up the wonderful world? Even if he really married the Netherlands to him, he would not have the time to manage a country, especially a country composed of white people.

Wilhelmina saw Andrew Miller in the back again, as if his parents were dead.

Curious asked: "Is he from that group of mercenaries?"

"Well, this bitch is very timid. Being a mercenary is not as practical as having fun and having fun, and becoming a monk."

Andrew Miller: "..."

Anyone who is not timid will be killed by you.

He would rather become a monk than die.

Wilhelmina looked behind her: "Is he alone?"

"The rest all left, and their faces were peaceful when they left."

Wilhelmina understands.

Is this the God of War?

Fight with one person against a mercenary team?

Are the stories about him true in the rumors?

Can one person really fight against hundreds of Japanese soldiers?

Wilhelmina suddenly felt that her status as queen was nothing. Only today did she see a true legend, a symbol of an era.

"Is your life full of swords and swords?"

"No, Your Majesty, you misunderstood. My main occupation is eating, sleeping, painting, riding horses, and walking dogs. Occasionally, I am responsible for giving physical salvation to people."

"..."

When they arrived at Old Wesley's house, they found that the carriage, rice mountain, and dry rice were all missing.

Not to mention the black guy and his apprentice.

Instead, there was a corpse on the ground whose flesh and blood had been eaten by wolves.

Zhao Chuanxin's heart skipped a beat. When he went over and took a closer look, he realized that the model of the bones did not match that of Marcus Nkrumah or Benjamin Goldberg.

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He hurriedly entered the house and saw that everything was packed away. He obviously left well prepared.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the apprentice inherited his chicken thief.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, then turned around and asked Andrew Miller: "How many people do you have left in this town?"

Andrew Miller lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, there are at least thirty people in the town led by Frank Hogani, guarding all the main roads in the town."
To be continued...