No taboos in the world

Chapter 57 First Contact
"I have two bodyguards on shift, and both of them are named Rocco."

Jordan crossed his legs, stuffed paper in his nostrils, and spoke in a muffled voice.

He looked at Hong Chen, not disguising his suspicion in his eyes: "This is the first time I know there is such a platform in the world, but I don't want to assassinate anyone now, so I can only find a bodyguard first to see if it is as powerful as others say."

Hong Chen stood in front of him with a polite smile on his face.

Their eyes met and there was a moment of silence.

Jordan took the initiative to speak again: "You, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Hong Chen: "So you are not in danger?"

"Of course, I always do things legally and in compliance with regulations, and I will never provoke any enemies." Jordan said in a firm tone.

Hong Chen nodded: "Well, that's good."

Suddenly, Jordan frowned, with a strange expression: "What do you mean?"

"What it means is that my job will be easy for the next three months."

"Hahaha, I've already said that I'm not in any danger. Do you think I still need a bodyguard who takes more than $300,000 from me every month?"

Hong Chen laughed: "The platform will not refund, Mr. Jordan."

Jordan's smile froze.

A few moments.

The lawn outside the house.

"Rocco, Rocco, this is the bodyguard I just hired. You can try his skills for me." Jordan put one hand on his waist and pointed at Hong Chen with the other hand. Then he looked at Hong Chen again: "I have two Rocco's. You can choose one at random."

The two Rokos were one tall and one short, and Hong Chen pointed at the tall one.

Gao Luoke walked out with a sullen face.

"Come on, let's fight. Let me see how powerful a bodyguard who earns one million in three months is!" Jordan's eyes were bright and he deliberately added fuel to the fire.

Sure enough, upon hearing the key words "one million in three months", both Rocco were surprised and angry.

Their annual salary is still far from one million, and this gap will greatly stimulate their fighting spirit.

Face to face.

Hong Chen nodded to him.

Gao Luoke's mouth twitched, and the next second, he suddenly threw a right punch with great force and speed.

Jordan's face wrinkled, he remembered that Gao Luoke once used such a punch to beat a gangster so hard that he peed his pants on the spot. He now just hoped that this millionaire kid would not be so vulnerable, otherwise it would take him at least two days to make up for the loss on this deal.

Hong Chen stood still.

Gao Luoke's eyes became more excited and disdainful, and his punching speed also increased.

Short Rocco was both happy and disappointed. If he had been chosen just now, the boss might have given him a raise, but now the tall Rocco got the advantage.

Throw your fist close.

Hong Chen suddenly raised his left hand and his wrist instantly placed on the back of the opponent's fist.

In an instant, the size, length and direction of the opponent's force are under control.

At the same time, Hong Chen lowered his elbow and wrist, opened his five fingers and pressed them tightly against Gao Luoke's arm, without grabbing or pinching, but sticking to it.

The wrist rotates flexibly, pulling, leading and rotating.

In an instant, the direction of Gao Luoke's punch was completely controlled and changed by Hong Chen, and the fist that was supposed to be aimed at his cheek suddenly passed by his eyes.

The fist turned 180 degrees in front of the body, drawing an elegant half arc and aimed at a surprised face.

Bang!
Gao Luoke's head tilted back suddenly and his body trembled suddenly.

Then he fell straight down.

"Holy shit!" Jordan suddenly screamed, holding his head with both hands, and ran towards Hong Chen in disbelief: "How did you do that? Dude! Tell me, how the hell did you manage to let his fist knock him out?"

Just as Hong Chen was about to speak, Jordan shouted excitedly again: "Wait! I know! This is Kung Fu! Right? You are Chinese, I should have thought of it a long time ago, fuck! Teach me, you must teach me this!" As he said that, he put his arm around Hong Chen's arm with one hand, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Okay." Hong Chen nodded.

“Wuhu!!”

"But you have to pay more."

"No problem!" Jordan said without hesitation. He then took out a bottle of medicine from his bathrobe pocket, shook out two pills and slapped them into his mouth: "Hiss, sorry, I'm too excited. I must take some painkillers at this moment. Do you want some?"

"Need not."

Jordan grinned and turned his head: "Rocco, what the hell are you looking at? Take Rocco to see a doctor!"
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"One hundred thousand, what a waste." Jordan collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely.

Hong Chen stood by and drank a sip of water leisurely: "This is just the first lesson." Jordan turned over and sat up, breathing heavily: "I remember that the Tai Chi I saw was not like this."

"You want to learn that?"

Jordan nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"You can go out and find anyone to learn that."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is that I can let Rocco knock me out with one punch."

"...Okay, I get it." Jordan stood up with difficulty, shook his sore arms and legs, looked at his watch, opened the medicine bottle and took two more pills, grinning and saying, "I suddenly feel that one million is worth it now."

Hong Chen smiled but said nothing.

"Hong, you can go and rest now. Just find an empty room on the second floor. If you need anything, just tell my housekeeper." He patted Hong Chen on the back, and his smile suddenly became dissolute: "Hehe! I will hold a special welcome ceremony for you tonight!"

Hong Chen nodded and went upstairs carrying his suitcase.

The manor covers an area of ​​seven acres, more than 28,000 square meters, and the main building located in the center is also astonishingly large.

Hong Chen went upstairs, took a look around and memorized the terrain, then he chose a room right below the master bedroom on the third floor.

I turned the doorknob and the door opened immediately.

A quick glance confirmed that there were no signs of habitation.

Enter the door and lock it.

This room is over 100 square meters in size, with separate living and bedroom areas.

Sit on the sofa and open the suitcase.

The first layer is a black ring-shaped detection device with a telescopic rod and a communication device with two hidden headphones.

We took out the detection equipment and searched around the room, but found nothing unusual.

Open the second layer of the suitcase.

An AWM sniper rifle developed by the British company Precision International and some ammunition.

After assembling the AWM, he placed it on the coffee table and put on headphones. Hong Chen stood up and took off his coat, revealing the pistol at his waist. He inserted the communication device into his tactical belt and turned it on, then waited for a moment.

"connection succeeded."

Anna's voice rang in my ears.

Hong Chen: "I'm here, how are you?"

Anna: “I just received an order.”

"Oh?"

"Assassination of a Wall Street stockbroker."

"Ok?"

"Not your employer."

Hong Chen let out a breath pretending to be relaxed: "You scared me, what are you going to do?"

"I found out that he has a habit of going to strip bars every night. I will go there first and then kill him."

Hong Chen raised his eyebrows: "What are you applying for?"

In Manhattan, Anna sat on a chair, her long legs crossed on the computer desk, her toes moving playfully.

Hearing Hong Chen's question, she smiled silently, but her voice remained calm and indifferent: "Stripper."

There was a sudden silence on the phone for two seconds.

"This plan sucks, let's try another one."

Anna’s smile widened: “Waiter?”

"You don't have to apply for the job. You can pretend to be a customer and find an opportunity to cut his neck with a razor blade in the chaotic bar."

"it is good."

"be careful."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Hong Chen sighed.

Standing up, he walked towards the master bedroom on the third floor with the detector.

(End of this chapter)