While talking, there was a loud noise in the corridor outside.

Cursing and scolding immediately turned into screaming.

Bang!

A gunshot.

George Bruce McClellan's head froze for a moment.

Since taking office in 1904, he has never heard a gunshot in a New York City government office. How rare it is.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I'm sorry to have frightened you.

But if you want to blame, blame the police. Their dirty paws took the hot money and they oppressed the innocent people.

Sir, please tell me now, how to get to the mayor's office? I want to talk to him."

When George Bruce McClellan heard this, his expression finally changed.

He looked around and found no hiding place.

He and the secretary looked at each other. The secretary was also confused and even more scared than him.

George Bruce McClellan could only rely on himself. He shouted: "Help, come here and block the door with the table."

The secretary wakes up from a dream.

The two of them worked together to move the table to the door.

As soon as I put it away, I saw the door being pushed.

This feeling is very exciting.

Their bodies shook together with the door.

"If I'm not mistaken, the door is blocked by a table, right?"

A man's voice sounded outside.

"..." George Bruce McClellan did not dare to speak, and the secretary even took a step back.

The voice outside sounded again: "If I were you, I would step back, because the next scene will not be pretty."

When George Bruce McClellan didn't react, he only heard a loud bang, the door was pushed hard, and the table tilted aside.

Boom...

The table was completely knocked off.

Zhao Chuanxin, covered in blood, stood outside the door, raising his hands, preparing to activate the third Phoenix Ring.

Seeing the door open, he put the pistol on his waist, used both arms to open the door completely.

A classical art-style walnut wood desk, a soft chair lined with genuine leather and cashmere, a beautifully patterned wool carpet, and two men in suits and ties.

At this time, in the government offices of the United States, just like the rest of the world, women had no place in political roles. Even George Bruce McClellan’s secretary was a man.

Zhao Chuanxin came in and closed the door behind him.

He turned his back on guests and extended his hand: "Please sit down."

George Bruce McClellan was also a figure. At this point, although he was frightened, he sat down with a cold face.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the desk with one hand, straightened it, and sat behind it.

He leaned sideways, crossed his legs, lit a cigar and looked at it.

George Bruce McClellan was also looking at Zhao Chuanxin, wearing a cowboy hat, a skull mask, and a work clothes riddled with holes, and he could still hear the clanging sound of metal bullets coming from the lining.

Mud and blood were scabbed on the work clothes, making them hard and uncomfortable just to look at them.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the horse card player on his desk and pointed the gun at George Bruce McClellan intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking at the sign on his desk, Zhao Chuanxin read out word by word: "George Bruce McClellan, George, I am a loyal victim of your administration."

"..." George Bruce McClellan: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"It's very simple. I will tell you something right now - there are laws to follow, laws must be followed, disciplines must be strictly enforced, and violations must be investigated."

"Walt's law..." George Bruce McClellan was stunned.

But when I think about it carefully, it sounds really good.

He said coldly: "New York City has laws, but I don't see any sign of obeying the law from you."

"Yes, this is because I don't see any strict enforcement of the law in the New York police."

When George Bruce McClellan was elected mayor of New York, he was naturally very articulate: "Behind every light there is a shadow."

"That's why we have to expand the light."

"But this is a long and arduous process."

"However, the suffering of the people is just a matter of time."

"I can only try my best, but I don't have enough resources."

"At least you have to solve the problem when you encounter it, but I didn't see you restraining the New York police."

"Already doing it."

"Not good enough."

The secretary standing aside was dumbfounded.

Are you two sitting here talking?

George Bruce McClellan sighed: "I understand, you are experiencing today's farce because you have suffered injustice, right?"

He regretted that he heard the news yesterday but did not pay attention to it.

After all, he heard that there was only one gangster.

Now he is paying for his carelessness.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ashes of his cigarette and continued to talk nonsense: "Fairness only comes from the horse. He is truly a heroic husband."

"But your approach is not advisable."

"That's because of your dereliction of duty."

George Bruce McClellan was stalling for time, and Zhao Chuanxin was doing the same.

George Bruce McClellan became more and more relaxed. He shrugged: "Well, even if it's what you said, I failed in my duty. How can I make up for it?"

"You have a phone here, right? Give the police a call and ask them to help me check on a person - Kang Youwei."

"Then you will let me go?"

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "Then I will make the next request."

"You..." George Bruce McClellan's nose almost became angry: "Tell me first, how many requests do you have in total? Tell me all at once."

"If you can't even do the first one, then I won't let you go."

"Will you still kill me?"

"That's not possible. As kind as I am, the most I can do is break two of your legs and break both of your arms."

George Bruce McClellan shuddered: "Okay, I'll call first."

He dialed the number of the First Precinct: "Immediately go check on a man named Kang Youwei. He should be Chinese. Yes, the city has announced that all police stations will take action immediately. If there is any news, notify the mayor's office immediately."

After hanging up the phone, he sat back.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife.

George Bruce McClellan looked at him warily.

However, Zhao Chuanxin just cut off the walnut desk and cut out round wooden blocks.

32 in total.

16 engraved Chinese characters and 16 engraved English characters.

After carving, Zhao Chuanxin drew a chessboard on his desk: "Come, let's play a game."

He wrote the Chinese version, and George Bruce McClellan wrote the English version.

George Bruce McClellan looked at the general's position and found the name "Ronaldo" written on it, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"I only know chess."

"This is your problem. You always want the whole world to abide by your rules. But now that you are in my hands, you have to play by my rules." Zhao Chuanxin said domineeringly.

George Bruce McClellan: "Well, fair enough, you teach me."

In fact, chess and international chess have something in common. Zhao Chuanxin described it in a concise and comprehensive way, and the rest was learned while playing.

Then...

George Bruce McClellan saw the face of Zhao Chuanxin playing chess.

"You are so stupid, let my little pawn beat you to death!"
To be continued...