The seller of the heavens

Jiang Chen said to Yan Zhendong:

"As long as you are willing to pay, it should not be difficult to establish a relationship with the governor, but it is not necessary now.

Even a small headhunter can't make any waves in the air. "

Yan Zhendong didn't want to spoil the big deal because of the head arrest, so he reminded:

"Many times, these petty officials are more difficult to deal with than officials."

"Don't worry, I will pay attention to their movements. By the way, I have something to do, so I will go out first."

Jiang Chen said, before Yan Zhendong could reply, he waved and left the study.

While walking, he took a piece of clothing from his personal space, quickly changed it, and then performed lightness kung fu to arrive at the door, just as he saw that Wang Butou and his group hadn't gone far.

He quietly followed behind them, using his internal energy, improving his hearing, and listening attentively to their conversations.

After walking for a while, a policeman asked:

"Captain, shall we still investigate the matter of the Black Tiger Gang?"

Wang Butou had just been slapped twice by Jiang Chen, his face was swollen and painful, and he was in an extremely bad mood.

After hearing the question from his subordinates, he said angrily:

"Investigate, how to investigate? This Jiang Chen has something to do with the governor. If we continue to investigate, I'm afraid I won't even be able to keep my head."

The policeman said suspiciously:

"Tell me, does this Jiang Chen really have anything to do with the Governor? Could he be bluffing us?"

"How is it possible, he is desperate... Wait a minute!"

As Catcher Wang said, he suddenly stood still. He was so frightened that his mind went blank when he heard the name of the governor before. He never thought about this possibility. Jiang Chen didn't seem to have any evidence to prove his relationship with the governor.

It is true that the possibility that the other party is scaring oneself cannot be ruled out.

But if he was asked to turn around and confront Jiang Chen, he absolutely did not dare.

Wang Butou can become a Butou thanks to his family connections and he is good at flattering horses and making money. In terms of courage and ability, he is not as fast as his catchers.

After hesitating for a while, he ordered:

"Let's investigate secretly first to see what Jiang Chen's background is. If he really can't afford it, then forget it. If he dares to lie to me, I'll take his skin alive."

In the end, his face was ferocious, and his eyes became extremely vicious and cold.

Several police officers knew that he was ruthless, so they responded immediately.

After Wang Butou recovered his expression, he saw that it was almost noon, and immediately said that he would find a place to drink first, and then find some entertainment in the afternoon to vent his depressed mood.

After discussing a few words, the group entered a restaurant on the street.

In the restaurant, when the shopkeeper saw a group of Wang Butou coming in, his expression froze immediately. He knew that the freeloaders were coming again. Although he was extremely disgusted in his heart, he didn't dare to show it. by:

"Wang Butou, you haven't come for a while, please come inside."

As he said that, he turned his head and scolded Xiao Er at the side:

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you quickly find a good seat for the officials and serve good wine and food."

Wang Butou's flattery and flattery to the shopkeeper were very helpful, so Shi Shiran went to the window seat on the second floor and sat down.

Several people were drinking and discussing where to spend the afternoon, and soon the topic turned to women.

One catcher lamented:

"Wang Hu is also a pity. He just married such a beautiful daughter-in-law and died a few days before enjoying it."

"Who said it wasn't?"

Hearing this, Wang Catcher thought of his cousin Wang Hu's daughter-in-law Liu Shi, who had a charming figure and a coquettish face, and was extremely coquettish.

Now that the cousin is dead, it is time for him, the elder brother, to help comfort the Liu family.

Thinking of Liu Shi's alluring figure, his stomach felt hot, and he wished he could get on his horse with his gun and fight.

He decided in his heart, after he was full, he would go to Liu Shi to vent his anger, and vent his anger from Jiang Chen.

...

A hundred meters away from the restaurant, Jiang Chen was sitting on the ridge of the roof, holding a rifle in his hand, aiming at Wang Butou in the distance.

The last world he traveled through was the beautiful legend of Sicily. In that world, apart from practicing marksmanship with Marlena on the bed, Jiang Chen also seriously practiced shooting skills of various firearms, and bought a lot of them when he returned. Guns and ammunition.

What he is holding in his hand now is the M1 Garand rifle.

The breeze was blowing, and the sleeves of his clothes fluttered, but Jiang Chen's hand holding the gun was as steady as a rock, without any trembling or shaking.

After practicing Ghost Shadow Grasping Hands, his hands became extremely dexterous, not only extremely fast, but also able to perform various fine-grained operations.

This allowed him to make great strides in learning marksmanship, making rapid progress, and now he is not an exaggeration to be called a sharpshooter.

Feeling the wind speed, after aiming, Jiang Chen pulled the trigger.

Peng!

The bullet ejected from the chamber, turned into a bolt of lightning, tore through the air, and shot out.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Jiang Chen knew that the shot was bound to hit.

He put away his gun, turned around and jumped off the roof, disappearing.

...

"Wait for the rest of you to go to the Begonia Courtyard for recreation. I still have something to do, so I won't go."

Catcher Wang licked his lips as he spoke, anticipating Liu's taste in his heart, not knowing how alluring it would be.

Suddenly, there was a puff between his eyebrows, a blood hole exploded, his eyes lost their luster instantly, and he fell forward on the table.

"ah!"

Frightened by the sudden scene, several police officers screamed, and then hurriedly avoided and crawled under the table like headless chickens.

After other guests found out that something was wrong, they also ran away in a panic, and the scene became a mess.

The head of the yamen was arrested and killed in the street, causing a great disturbance.

Not long after, a group of officials surrounded the restaurant, and the first person was the Admiral of Foshan.

Coming to the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the dead body of Wang Butou, the admiral asked his subordinates with a dark face:

"what happened?"

The subordinate carefully held a twisted warhead, came to the admiral, and said:

"Admiral, according to the investigation of the subordinates, Wang Butou should have been shot and killed by a musket.

This should be some kind of new musket, which is extremely powerful. One shot pierced through Wang Butou's skull, and then firmly embedded into the wall beside him. "

The admiral looked at the strange bullet, and frowned: Ordinary muskets are not so powerful. Could it be that the murderers were those foreigners?

Once things involve foreigners, it will become extremely troublesome.

Although he is an admiral and has a high status in Foshan, he has to lower his posture when facing foreigners.

If there was a conflict with foreigners because of Wang's arrest, even if the truth could be found out, he would probably be reprimanded by his superiors.

After pacing slowly and pondering for a while, the admiral ordered:

"You secretly investigate this matter, and report to me as soon as you find anything, and don't leak the information, do you understand?"

"yes."

Everyone bowed and took orders.

The admiral was thinking to himself, who should he find to replace the dead ghost.

Maybe we can take the opportunity to slander Huang Feihong's militia.

The superiors asked him to keep an eye on the movement of the militia, and it would be best if the militia could be disbanded, otherwise, such a powerful uncontrolled force would always be the imperial court's confidant.

The admiral's eyes flickered, thinking about how to forge evidence and frame the militia.