The Jingcheng Daily newspaper office is located outside Zhengyang Gate, not far from the front gate fence.

It is a large, antique courtyard.

The large front door is now crowded with people, coming in and out...

Rolls of newspapers exuding the scent of fresh ink are shipped out from here, obviously business is very good.

Of course, business is not the most important thing.

Occupying the position of public opinion and promoting reform proposals are the top priority.

In this regard, the reformists are not stupid.

Most of them are proficient in Western learning and are very familiar with Western brainwashing methods.

Kang Beihai now serves as the Prime Minister's Yamen Zhangjing, and is responsible for carrying out official duties, as well as military counselor and presiding over reform matters.

It can be said that although his official position is not too high, his power is very great.

You can have a hand in anything.

Therefore, it is not difficult to get a spacious four-entry courtyard in a prime location outside Zhengyangmen.

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When Zhang Kun came over, it was the busiest time for the newspaper office, and there was a fiery scene inside and outside.

Some wrote quickly while others stood vigorously beside the stone lion in front of the gate and announced the contents of the newspaper to the people passing by.

Especially when it comes to the death of a foreigner.

What attracts the most attention these days?

One is a private incident in the palace courtyard, and the other is related to foreigners.

The common people had no entertainment activities. Their only hobby was to listen to gossip and pass the boring time.

I heard about big things like foreigners being killed.

That's okay.

purchase!

As a result, newspapers will become easy to sell.

Even those newsboys who run a small business will feel that they should not lose money on this purchase.

I have to squeeze in even if I have a sharp head, holding a heavy bundle of newspapers, ready to rush to the streets and alleys.

The most beautiful place in the capital, teahouses and restaurants, deep in the courtyard, there are many scholars.

Most of the foreign newspapers are in English, which is a bit uncomfortable to read. The capital's own newspapers are indispensable.

Especially when something big happens.

"It's broken. We've sold so many. We're late." Wang Jingya was a little dumbfounded when she saw this scene.

With these piles of newspapers shipped out, how many people have to know about Zhang Kun's reputation as a "vicious dog".

Maybe, one day, the title of "evil dog" will immediately replace the "crazy knife". Then it will be really bad, and it will never be washed away for the rest of my life.

"It's not too late, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing."

Zhang Kun was no longer angry now, and had a smile on his face, but his smile was a bit oozing.

"Sir, I want to buy a newspaper. Today I reported the murder of the warrior chief of the Western Temple. It is very popular. I will sell more than a hundred copies..."

The guy came over.

Zhang Kun waved his hand and told him to step aside. He walked straight to the counter and looked at the elegant old shopkeeper in a robe and glasses. "I'm looking for the editor-in-chief of your newspaper to discuss a big deal. Please report it as soon as possible."

"

After saying that, he pulled up a chair and sat at the door.

Tian Qianli's eyebrows were raised, and he quickly greeted Tan Heishan and Zhong Dali, and quickly brought the table. He also served tea and snacks.

Wang Jingya, on the other hand, held the purple gold hammer that had repaired the potholes in one hand and stood guard at the door.

The bodyguards Chang Lin, Tie Jun, Sister Hua, Yu Xiuxiu and others who followed her were stationed in various places, blocking all the ways in and out.

This posture came out immediately.

There was a commotion inside and outside.

"Someone dares to report trouble in the name of the reform sect. You have no idea. Now Mr. Kang is highly respected by the saints. He is the counselor of the military. He has the right to kill those who obstruct the reform affairs first and then report them. Where did this stupid young man come from?"

"Yes, the soldiers of the Right Army of the Wuwei are guarding the back courtyard. General Yuan's men are extremely elite. I heard they can compete with foreign soldiers. These people are asking for trouble when they come here."

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Listening to the comments from the people around him, a scholar looked horrified and whispered: "You are blind, look..."

As he spoke, he hurriedly opened the newspaper.

A picture on the front page of a newspaper catches everyone's attention.

The man in the picture is wearing a long robe, with blood dripping from the blade, and he crushed the head of the giant foreigner with one kick.

The demonic intent and ferocious aura in his eyes can make people feel cold even if they are just printed with ink.

How many of you have the brains to dare to criticize a ruthless person who even dares to kill foreigners?

The discussion spread like a tide in all directions, and the sound gradually became quieter.

At the same time, some staff inside the newspaper office saw something was wrong and hurried into the inner courtyard to report to the editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, and others.

Someone knocks on the door. This is a big deal.

"I don't know why the guest officer is here. Our newspaper office only writes articles and publishes newspapers, and does not participate in the grievances of the world? I'm afraid you have found the wrong person. I advise you to leave without disturbing the business. Otherwise, Wu Wei

When someone from the right army comes, it won’t be so easy to talk to.”

The old shopkeeper was quite tough. He was not afraid of Zhang Kun and his group of warriors armed with knives and hammers. Instead, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

Even if the world gradually becomes chaotic, scholars have always looked down on warriors, thinking that they have no brains and can only be used as a sword in the hands of others.

Especially martial arts warriors, in their eyes, are not much different from gangsters.

What they yearn for are high-ranking officials and generous salaries, and what they fear is the court and the army, not the warriors in the city.

"I found the wrong person, just your editor-in-chief. Wuwei Youjun, you are talking about Yuan Shuangcheng's Dingwu Army, I don't know. I wonder if it's a town, a standard? Or a battalion?"

Eight thousand new troops and five-town armies are now in the capital. Yuan Shuangcheng adopted Western methods to train troops, which became a legend for a while.

This is also the biggest reliance of the reformists.

It is also one of the achievements of Emperor Guangxu's reform.

"Do we need to deal with you few miscellaneous fishes one by one? Get out. The Lord Warlord has an order. Reporting to the company is very important and cannot make any mistakes."

An officer wearing a black military uniform and a majestic face appeared from the side door of the inner courtyard with a foreign gun, followed by more than 20 people.

When he opened his mouth, he shouted coldly, commanding and prohibiting.

More than 20 soldiers were divided into two rows and spread out in a fan shape. The first row aimed their guns at Zhang Kun and his party, while the second row raised their guns and pressed them against the trigger.

Even if there are more than 20 people, they still shoot in two stages, which can be regarded as well-trained. They have practiced the contents of the infantry drill to the core.

"It's so majestic. It seems that this foreign gun gives you confidence."

Zhang Kun laughed and spoke slowly.

"I hate it when people point guns at me. This is the captain, right? I advise you to be cautious, listen to the cause and effect, and ask who I am before you come to talk to me."

He now has some understanding of the military system of this era. This person does not seem to be a guerrilla, let alone a general. At most, he is a leader of the new army. He is so majestic. It seems that Yuan Datou has trained well.

very nice.

Sure enough, he was worthy of being praised by the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty as a general who "knows soldiers".

In another world, being able to have such great achievements and such a great reputation is not achieved through flattery, but rather through some real ability.

The trained soldiers look decent.

Appreciation is appreciation, but Zhang Kun doesn't feel that the other party is qualified to point a gun at him.

"I don't care who you are, the Dingwu Army is doing its job, and anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"

The officer pointed his gun at Zhang Kun's nose.

He yelled angrily, his finger already on the trigger.

"I really cried for you."

A trace of blood flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes.

He moved his body and reached out to grab the barrel of the gun. His arm vibrated slightly, followed by a series of crackling explosions.

Huge power was transmitted from the barrel to the body of the gun, and then to the arm of the officer in black.

His two arms were as if they were loaded with explosives, and his clothes were shattered into pieces of bone and flesh, splattering in all directions like a torrential rain.

It was broken into a pile of rags from the shoulder.
To be continued...