~Date: ~October 09~

"Oh, this is a joke from God. I didn't expect that Jobson, who was once blocked in South Africa and later regarded as a major concern in the Middle East by agents from various countries. He was in charge of the entire Asian region as a CIA ace agent, actually wanted to die under your hands! I have to say that this is a huge irony. However, it is precisely because of this that our trip to China this time has been, and I am still very interested in your country."

Standing more than thirty steps away, the young man dressed in an international student smiled brightly at Bai Ze, but what he said had a shocking smell.

"As a compensation for taking the liberty, I will introduce myself first. My code-named "Gentleman," is a genuine British man, so my friends sometimes like to call me "Butler," but as my enemy, my other nickname "Blood-wailing Scythe, may be more appropriate, because the gun in my hand is like the sickle in the hand of the God of Death, and each bullet will harvest a soul."

"In addition, I also have many identities and names, and the most commonly used one is Thomas Brandley. But since I have arrived in China now, you can call me Edward. How about it, Mr. Bai Ze, my first meeting is based on the tradition of you Chinese, isn't my etiquette considered rude?"

Edward looked at Bai Ze with a smile, his voice clear and his words were clear. Not only did he speak Chinese very standard, but he also used appropriate words and humorous tone, he had a considerable understanding of Chinese culture. "And the two gentlemen behind you, the tall and big black man was a typhoon. Although he looked like a brown bear, his movements were as fast and domineering as a landing typhoon. Before he joined my group, his identity was

The famous black market boxing champion in Las Vegas. The man who died in his hands never had a bone intact, as if he had been crushed by a tornado. The white man under him turned out to be a doctor, but now his code name is "Madman," he has serious bloodthirst. His biggest hobby in his life is to use a scalpel to separate the enemy's carotid artery and go crazy when he sees blood. At that time, he was crazy than a mad dog, and he was the most troublesome guy under my hands."

"All you American agents? Come for that guy named Jobson..." Bai Ze stood there and moved, only when he was talking, a green light flashed slightly in his eyes.

"nqn'n·········." Edward shook his head hard and smiled: "We are not Americans, and there are only business dealings with the CIA. You are not as good as hunters. Instead of saying we are agents, we are hunters. Just like the mercenaries and bounty hunters who work hard for money in the novel. Americans have money, and some things cannot be done just by saying it. We must always pay attention to some influence and disputes. But we are different. As long as the price is enough, nothing can be done. Moreover, our reputation has always been good. Bousen is the Asian director of the CIA. His death directly led to the paralysis of some established policies and plans of the US government. Mr. Bai Ze, do you think this is on the territory of Red China, so there is definitely nothing wrong? As far as I know, you are just a trivial little person. There is no background behind you. Even if you disappear or die, no one will stand up for you."

"How is it? After saying so much, I can be regarded as being polite first and then being soldier! If you don't object, then you might as well go with us. Now set out from here and arrive in the United States tomorrow morning.

Of course, this is the best result. In addition, Mr. Bai Ze, you can resist. But that is obviously not a good idea, because so far, under my gun, no one has been able to leave alive."

"Gentleman, don't be too verbose. It's a price to live and die. It's still a good deal. Ask me to twist his neck directly."

The black man with the code-named Typhoon seemed a little impatient to listen. He complained in English while gathering with the white man named Mad Dog next to him, completely cutting off Bai Ze's retreat.

Bai Ze narrowed his eyebrows and his shoulders suddenly shook slightly. Although his feet had not moved, the three people surrounding him were all ruthless people who had been through life and death, experienced many battles and had experienced many bloody killings. Even if Edward spoke before, he said so easily and comfortably, and he didn't agree with it, Bai Ze just moved, and the three of them could feel it immediately.

And the quick reaction is amazing.

Especially the black man with the code name Typhoon, he was still alive, and as violent as the wind stormed the ground, he suddenly bent his knees and rushed out to run. With his pounce, his feet were obviously against the ground, and he obviously had a very profound fighting foundation. His rushing momentum was fast and steady, and he knew how to step straight into the central palace and slapped the two steps, and he had already arrived in front of Bai Ze.

He is nearly two meters tall, not only his muscles are trained as mountains, but his hands and feet are long, fully exerting the natural flexibility of a black man. As soon as he pounced in front of Bai Ze, his elbows were raised flat and slightly bent. He punched the neck and the back of his neck and back, which was short and fast, and the middle finger joints protruded like a thorn. "The back of Bai Ze's head was a punch."

The jab is a typical technique in Western boxing. It pays attention to speed. It does not have the strength of straight punches or uppercuts. When punching, it is like a fencing piercing, straight and straight, and it will close at once. The usual view is that it is just used as a cover in boxing. It is not very powerful, and it is not as powerful as an uppercut. It can be used as a k-fire for one punch.

But in fact, this is just a misunderstanding of ordinary people. When you practice jabs to a skillful place, you can only use force to the soles of your feet and waist and hips, keep your neck and back, and relax your arms, and have strict requirements on the muscles all over the body. Therefore, almost without exception, the top boxing masters have particularly thick thighs and waists, the muscles on the abdomen are made into armor, and the neck is thick like a rhino.

Because the jab is short and fast, this punching technique will have almost no time to respond to it as long as it is met.

Once you attack and punch while moving, you are really like a sword stab, as fast as lightning, and very practical.

The typhoon kept stepping on the center line and snatched into the center palace. With his very long arms, he stabbed it out with one punch. The fist as the size of a casserole almost enveloped Bai Ze's entire head from a high point.

Feeling the bad wind behind his head, the air in his ears made a sharp sound, but Bai Ze's eyes were always staring at Edward opposite him. Compared to the gun in the man's hand, he didn't care much about the threat from behind. He just tilted his head three inches to the left, and Typhoon's punch automatically left and wiped his ears and swept over.

Typhoon is a specially trained killing machine. He is proficient in all fighting techniques of underground black fists, especially the incredible power in his hands. He can kill a running bull with one punch. Therefore, his jab is not only fast, but also has greater strength. In the past, when he was in the black fist field, he often shot his opponent in the head with one punch, and there would be no blood stains on his hands.

However, this time, after he had a punch, it was too late to change his moves.

Bai Ze, who had just turned his head, instantly shook his shoulders and pushed him.

From bottom to top, the force was thriving, and it was pressing against the shoulder of the typhoon behind him.

Suddenly, Typhoon's huge body suddenly stopped, his eyes almost protruded, and then half of his body seemed to be slashed by lightning. His right arm, which was stretched out, suddenly dropped, as if he could no longer use any strength, and he was paralyzed while standing there.

At this moment, after Bai Ze pushed his shoulders, his entire back was neatly leaning between Typhoon's chest and abdomen. His arms swayed and a muffled sound from his nose. It was the most classic move of Bajiquan "hidden mountain support".

Although Bai Ze had not systematically learned the Bajiquan, he had seen Mogao Grottoes fight Zhou Fangfei with iron sand palm in Chengdu. He was deeply impressed by this move that posted on Shan Kuan. He spent a lot of time to figure it out afterwards, and he learned a lot of skills in using Bajiquan to exert force from it.

It’s a pity that Zhou Fangfei is a direct disciple of the Baji Sect of Cangzhou, and many things are not passed down. Bai Ze used this move only to resemble the shape. However, with his ability, even if he is not the original Baji exerting force, he is more than enough to face a "rude man" like Typhoon who pays attention to pure external forces.

He leaned back, and only a few inches away, his clothes were stuck to the air on his back, and it also made a whimpering sound like the roar of the north wind. It immediately hit Typhoon's chest and abdomen.

Immediately, the typhoon, whose body was more than 240 or 50 kilograms, was as if it was hit by a speeding train. The faster it came and the faster it was when it was gone, and a roar hit a pine tree thirty or forty steps away. The pine tree was crackling and crackling. For a moment, many branches and leaves broke. The pine needles fell like rain. When the soil on the ground was raised high, they pulled out the roots of the pine tree.

When the typhoon rebounded from the tree trunk and fell to the ground, his pupils were obviously dissipated in his bulging eyes, and his big open mouth was panting, and he kept bleeding.

"hhitt, seeing the typhoon just rushing up, Bai Ze was "beating" and losing his ability to move. Edward on the opposite side looked tight, and then he realized that he was obviously underestimating the power of this young Chinese man. His face changed and he immediately cursed.

At the same time, the white "mad dog" who followed the typhoon and rushed out also rushed to Bai Ze. His fingers kept trembling, his pupils kept shrinking and enlarging, and blood was wrapped in his eyes. When Zhong raised his hand, he felt a cold light flying around. When he looked closely, he had already pinched a scalpel in the gap between his index fingers.

As thin as a cicada's wings.

Finally found a good place to stay!!! I have settled down!!!
Chapter completed!