He captured both of our hearts and made a show with us."

The secretary blushed: "Yes, sir."

……

The shootout that took place in the First Precinct caused a lot of fuss.

On the third day after the incident, major newspapers published the news.

After discovering that his name was published in the newspaper, Chen Yigeng developed the habit of reading newspapers.

The headline in the New York Daily News - King of New York: I was lucky enough to witness the whole battle, which was really breathtaking. Chen Yigeng is a cold-blooded and professional killer. The police have no equal in him. He can easily climb up

The roof can walk on the rubble as if it were flat. His speed is very fast, usually in the blink of an eye, and he is dead before the police can react...

Edward Townsend was very good at writing such articles. He was originally a reporter for the "Sun" and was later poached by William Randolph Hearst, the owner of the "New York Daily News".

From then on it was out of control.

He portrayed the scene so deeply that Chen Yigeng felt chills running down his back.

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was powerful, but he was still impressed by Zhao Chuanxin's ability to move freely among thousands of troops.

After reading it, he was silent for a moment and said to Situ Meitang: "Mr. Zhao, you are really a strange person. In the past, you always told me, big brother, that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. This time I really realized it."

"Haha, right?" Situ Meitang was very pleased. "Don't act recklessly in the future, think twice before you act."

"I know." Chen Yigeng frowned: "Boss, the mayor and the police, do you think they will let Mr. Zhao go?"

"What are you thinking about? It's not an exaggeration to say that this is a blood feud. How could you let him go so easily? However, I guess that until the tiger is old and sick, these people will lie dormant, waiting for good opportunities."

……

Zhao Chuanxin left Pearl Street, picked up the rice mountain, and rode to the East River to take a cold bath.

Taking a bath in the river this month is very sour and refreshing. Zhao Chuanxin shrank his body, but his mouth was very hard and he whistled out of tune.

A bath without whistling is not a serious bath.

Traffic is busy on the Williamsburg Bridge.

The sky is cloudy, the setting sun is shy and timid, and occasionally the sky is majestic.

Zhao Chuanxin first cleaned himself, then threw the bullet in the fortitude suit into the river water, applied soap and scrubbed it five or six times, but there was still a faint red color.

He frowned and looked at the ragged fabric outside the war-scarred leather.

I think this piece of armor needs to be remade, otherwise it will fall apart.

Just don’t wash it and just put it in your pocket.

He took out the bristle brush and rubbed the surface of the boots vigorously.

Even the outer leather of the boots has a lot of damage, which shows how fierce the gun battle was at that time.

If he had exposed any skin at that time, he might have been injured.

A hail of bullets is no joke.

"Hey, without the devil crystal glasses, I can't be so wasteful in the future."

Zhao Chuanxin sighed, it's time to let the weirdo come out.

He changed into dry clothes, went ashore, fed Mishan some water and heat-clearing and detoxifying radish, and looked at the Williamsburg Bridge.
Chapter completed!