East Houston Street, 10th Precinct.

The policemen in the police station suddenly heard the sound of horses.

They turned around in surprise and found a tall horse running into the police station. It was very majestic, as strong as a draft horse.

Sitting on the horseback was an equally tall and muscular man.

If nothing else, that skull mask is familiar to all New York police officers.

"Chen Yigeng!"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Grandpa is here!"

"..."

There was total silence in the police station, you could hear a pin drop.

All the police officers had their hands on their holsters, but no one dared to act rashly.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the Winchester M1897 and glanced at the audience: "Gentlemen, you have two ways to go today. First, let go of the people from the dining car gang. Second, I will wash out the tenth inning.

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No one answered.

The sound of leather shoes sounded, and the Chief of the New York City Police Department's 10th Precinct, Charles G. Meyers, noticed something was wrong and walked out.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin standing upright, his body froze.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him: "Let him go, or will blood flow like a river?"

Charles G. Meyers said angrily: "You lunatic, cold-blooded bastard, shoot him to death..."

Boom...

Zhao Chuanxin rang the Winchester M1897.

Charles G. Meyers' body flew upside down.

The chest is bloody and bloody.

Some people drew their guns, while others stood still.

But still no one dared to shoot.

It is rumored that Chen Yigeng is invulnerable.

Seeing how cowardly they were, Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "All 35 police stations in New York have disarmed, and not one of them is a man!

Let him go, or wash out the tenth inning with blood?"

The deputy director's voice trembled: "Let him go!"

Several Jews were imprisoned here.

After they were released, they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

I blanch...

These people are confused.

This is the first time I’ve seen someone brave enough to break into a police station and demand someone single-handedly.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed the Winchester M1897 in a circle: "I don't care how much you want him, but from today on, I will walk on the street blatantly. If any policeman dares to stop me, I will kill the police station where he belongs.

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After saying that, he turned the horse's head.

Even if you show your back to them, no one dares to shoot.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and added: "You can collect the money from the Imperial Constitutional Council. If you can spend it until the end of the rainy season, I will lose!"

A group of Jews looked at Zhao Chuanxin with wild eyes.

After going out, someone asked: "Boss, let's go with you to save the other brothers."

"Don't be afraid of being broken into pieces. You must remain innocent in the world. You are just joining in the fun. Go find Abraham to work and make money."

"..."

A person's arrogance is most likely to be that of Zhang San, a lunatic outside the algorithm.

When a group of people chatter, their nature changes.

When Zhao Chuanxian came to the first branch.

The police here had already received the news, and not only recalled all the people on the streets, but also dispatched more than 50 police officers from the third and fifth precincts.

There are six to seven hundred police officers here.

When Zhao Chuanxin's men and horses appeared nearby, someone shouted with a loudspeaker: "Chen Yigeng, put down your weapons and surrender immediately..."

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

I didn't expect so many people to show up.

Normally, most of the police officers in the police station will patrol the streets, and there will not be too many people left behind.

He dismounted and patted Mishan's neck: "Run away and listen to my whistle later."

嘘嘚......

Mishan Zhiqu ran away in a flash.

Zhao Chuanxin took a running start and jumped five meters high, reaching the roof of the coffee shop.

There are two reasons why the First Precinct is so heavily armed.

First, Zhao Chuanxin had just defeated the director of the 10th bureau, and the director of the 1st bureau was scared.

Second, the municipal building is not far behind them.

Zhao Chuanxin originally wanted to go to the White House to meet Da Luo.

Now without the devil's crystal glasses, he definitely wouldn't go there, but bravely venturing into the New York City Hall is quite attractive.

But today’s blog is not here.

He went up to the roof of the coffee shop, took advantage of the commanding heights, and took out the Mosin Nagant to take aim.

Bang!

Not surprisingly, nothing was hit.

Every time at this time, Zhao Chuanxin feels angry.

The corners of my mouth are blistered.

Sixty to seventy percent of the success rate is lost.

He was forced to develop from a long-range mage to a melee mage.

Seeing that the distance was too far to be effective, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and ran towards the first branch on the roof.

As a result, the police who were waiting there lost track of him.

"Where are the people?"

"I didn't see it."

"Be careful."

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly fell from the sky.

Boom!

The two policemen were beaten until they were knocked backward.

Click, boom!

Bang, bang, bang...

The sounds of shotguns, revolvers, and rifles merged together, and the melee officially began.

"Farke, where did he come from?"

"Quick, beat him to death!"

Melee mage Zhao Chuanxin jumped directly into the bunker, circled and fired.

After clearing the Winchester M1897, he was hit by a series of bullets and covered his eyes with his arms, making it almost impossible to fight back.

"Fuck you!"

Zhao Chuanxin blocked his face, rushed towards a policeman, knocked him away, and rolled on the spot.

He grabbed the policeman on the ground and put his body in front of him. Only then did he have time to load the gun with his horse pistol, advance forward and shoot on the side of the policeman's body.

In the French Baroque-style Dartmouth Building, countless white-collar workers witnessed the shootout at the First Precinct of New York City.

The Dartmouth Building is less than 500 meters away from the First Precinct. People with good eyesight can see clearly.

A man rushed into a circle surrounded by hundreds of policemen and then retreated into the police station while carrying a corpse.
To be continued...