Mecha Soldier's Notes

() At noon, the prison guards came again, and expressed embarrassingly that someone was coming to visit the old man again.

I was dozing off on the bed at the time. In fact, I prefer to lie on the sofa because it is convenient, and I can just close my clothes and lean on it. I can get up at any time and save a lot of trouble in getting dressed. But the old man said, "The sofa is for After being reprimanded by those who come to sit on people, you want to sleep and roll on the bed", I had no choice but to pinch my nose, take off my clothes and lie down on the bed obediently.

"Old man, you entertain too much."

I couldn't help complaining.

"Hmph, it's a pity they didn't invite me."

"I'll go, can they still summon souls?"

I was horrified, the old man looked at me with a foolish expression, poked his pocket with his finger, then raised his eyebrows and showed a "do you understand" expression.

Well, I was thinking too much.

I honestly hid in the inner room according to the old rules, and I still left a door for myself according to the old rules. After a while, the prison guard brought a person.

The person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties. His face was somewhat similar to that of an old man. He seemed to be one of the sons. When we met, he came forward to shake hands and hug with great enthusiasm. mentality to continue reading.

But this time the old man didn't smile, didn't get emotional, and didn't even stand up. He stared coldly at the middle-aged man like a camera, and the guy froze immediately.

Hey, could it be that the relationship is so bad that even the actor doesn't want to act anymore?

"Since you have guns, why don't you pull them out?"

The old man sat there and said lightly.

Wait a minute, what does this mean, is it...

The expressions of the middle-aged man and the prison guard suddenly changed drastically, and they immediately jumped back to distance themselves. At the same time, they quickly groped behind each other, each pulling out a miniature submachine gun and aiming at the old man.

Damn, this time it's a killer!

"Da da da"

The muzzle of the miniature submachine gun shoots out fierce flames. Due to the short stroke, the shooting speed of this type of light weapon is designed to be very high, basically more than [-] rounds per minute. Such a dense amount of bullets in such a small space Rain chased and killed, there was almost no possibility of escape.

At first I thought so.

but……

After the first shot, the figure of the old man disappeared. The 9mm prar rounds sent the sofa fluff flying, but not even a single hair of the old man was hit.

I still can't imagine how Polkarev lightly avoided the sweep of two submachine guns firing wildly, and approached the two killers like a ghost. I just remember that the old man's movements were very elegant and very Elegant, without a trace of hostility.

The killer's reaction was also quick. He threw the empty submachine gun at the old man's face, and at the same time drew the pistol from behind.

But the old man's attack was faster. He swung his palm seemingly without strength, and slapped the killer on the chest. There was a muffled sound. The guy seemed to be hit by a car at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour. Spewing blood wildly, he flew backwards for more than ten meters, until the door panel was smashed through.

This martial art is...

The jailer turned pale in fright, raised his pistol in a hurry and shot wildly, and then ran desperately towards the door, but in doing so he made his back a huge hole, and he was even more desperate to escape in his eagerness to escape .

"boom"

The old man's palm hit the back of his heart accurately, and the guy spat out a mouthful of blood like a cracked water pipe, flew out, rolled several times on the ground, and hit the wall with a "boom".

I took a deep breath, and within ten seconds, the two killers with live ammunition were easily sent to meet God by the old man. This skill may be better than mine... No, looking at the body, it is easy to die It's a tie with me... if you don't have nine successes, it's not bad.

But at this time, I also saw what kind of kung fu the old man used: the stroke is short, the explosive power is strong, and the attack reaches deep into the bones and tendons...Damn, it turned out that I have been tossing around for a year, and I can't practice it even after a year of life and death. Internal Kung Fu.

"Hey, boy..."

"Well, peeping is wrong, I was wrong."

I raised my hand and walked out of the room, clicking my tongue as I looked at the mess in the room.

"Old man, I don't see that you have practiced too."

"Oh, I'm old, if I don't move my muscles and bones, I'm afraid I'll get Alzheimer's disease."

The old man clapped his hands and said lightly.

I'm sorry, but I've never heard of someone using the killer move to train their muscles and bones. The rich and powerful are really advanced.

I was slandering, and it seemed that something was wrong outside, and a very young yellow-skinned policeman broke in very quickly, and was obviously shocked when he saw the mess on the scene.

"Ask a few more people to drag the corpse away. Buy me a new sofa. The color should not be too bright. Both fabric and genuine leather are fine. Don't buy me synthetic fiber or artificial leather."

The old man ordered lightly, and the police officer came back to his senses, saluted nervously, and ran out the door.

I suddenly felt that this guy seemed very familiar.

Is someone you know?Nonsense, my acquaintances can be counted on one hand, how can there be a friend; is it because of the relationship between compatriots?It's still nonsense, why do I want to slap the old cat affectionately when I see him; have you seen it on the road?It's complete nonsense, who remembers people's faces on the street.

Suddenly, as if being bounced heavily by an electric current, I suddenly remembered.

It's not because of his face or race, but because of his aura. The guy exudes the aura that I often feel on the battlefield—murderous aura.

"Fuck, it's dangerous!"

Before I could finish my sentence, the police officer suddenly waved his hand back, and there was a slight crackling sound in the air, and then the old man fell down without saying a word, clutching his stomach.

Damn, it turned out to be a serial set!

The police officer waved his hand again, but I didn't give him a chance. I raised my leg and kicked the teapot on the table, hitting his wrist and knocking a miniature pistol out of his hand.

Nainai, what is this for? In my eyes, they are all murder weapons!

I even kicked twice, kicking away all the tea trays, teacups and other sundries, but the killer quickly dodged it with a short body, and at the same time stepped on the ground and quickly rubbed his body to kill me, hitting my face directly with his palm.

I didn't show any weakness, I stepped on the coffee table and flew down to fight back.

Fists are the hardest means of attack in martial arts. Although the power of palms is not small, I must have the upper hand when confronted head-on.

"boom"

Fists and palms clashed, and I immediately felt a surge of force along the joints, almost breaking my entire skeleton, and I was bounced away for several steps, almost unable to hold on.

It turned out to be an inner skill!

The killer came up like a ghost, almost rushed under my nose within a second, and pushed straight with his right hand at the same time!

I can only hold up my arms to resist.

"boom"

This time the blow was even more severe, I was thrown onto the desk, and I felt that my internal organs had been displaced by the abundant internal force. If I hadn't raised my protective energy in advance, I'm afraid I would have broken a few bones.

Although I am reluctant, I have to admit that this guy is stronger than me, even a little stronger than the old man, but fortunately, there is no way to crack it.

That is, you can't fight him in close combat.

I immediately realized this problem, and immediately raised my left leg, and the guy subconsciously raised his palm to suppress it, but unfortunately, my move was a false move, and it was the only false move I knew how to use.

Commonly known as making a sound.

Putting away my left leg, I kicked my right leg out quickly, and kicked three times in a row. Although a big hole was exposed, the killer still tried his best to prevent it twice. Force speed, probably only exerted half of the power.

But enough!

My left leg catches up again, but this time it's not a feint, but a solid top of the knee.

"Boom"

The guy was kicked out and backed up again and again. At this time, the distance was long enough. I opened my posture and aimed the heaviest kick at this guy like raindrops. , This is also the first time in so many years that I have come up with all the bottom-of-the-box moves.

But even though he took a lot of blows, the killer's defense is also very tenacious. He constantly uses powerful moves to defend instead of attack, to defuse my powerful kicks, and the situation is stalemate for a while.

This guy is also a good hand.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, the killer's movements froze, his eyes bulged out inconceivably like a dead fish being fished out of water, my heavy kick drove straight in, and one kick broke two of his ribs.

But it's not very interesting, because I can see that he died before that.

"Ahem, with such force, do you want to kick the old man to death with me?"

The old man slowly turned out from behind the killer, and the next moment, the body fell down with a plop.

So I can be annoyed.

"Damn it, don't lie there and pretend to be dead if you're not dead, okay, I've been beaten all over."

"Are you kidding? I'll be killed by this little thing. I'm really ashamed to be in the Jianghu, old man." The old man lifted his shirt, revealing the spider silk bulletproof vest he was wearing inside. "Besides, this guy is very skilled. If you can't handle it, I still think it's better to let you carry it for a while and I'll find an opportunity to strike, but I didn't expect you to be quite good at fighting."

This old boy really dared to say that I almost died of anger.

The old man walked up to the corpses of several killers, and was silent for a moment, as if he was deep in thought.

Suddenly, he let out a cold snort.

"I thought those idiots had become smarter, but I didn't expect them to be as idiots as before."

I was baffled by this, and I thought this move was done beautifully, or maybe I was too stupid to regard even the smallest pediatric thing as high-tech?

"Anthony has always been my only follower, and suddenly said that he would arrange a tenant for me like yesterday, but it has never happened before, and it is difficult not to doubt it, but what happened later confuses the old man. How could it be? Somebody sent you a sleazy monkey to carry out an assassination, I thought there was some deeper conspiracy in it, which made the old man sleepless all day," the old man kicked the corpse of the oriental killer and sighed, "It can be deduced now , It was a complete mistake, you and this guy belong to the same family, and they came in around the same time, of course the internal response was confused and arranged you in for no reason."

It turned out that in my confusion, I also supported others. I thought of the words "No one taught you xxxxx" and "Be careful, mess up and be careful of me xxxxx" that the prison guards scolded me when I came in. It turns out It's all ulterior motives.

"It turned out that they couldn't get a replacement, so they had to improvise a chain trick. It's a pity that although the crooked attack was very successful, it was still a bit difficult to kill the old man."

Polkarev sighed for a long time, and I couldn't help asking:

"Could it be..."

"Hehe, you've gotten better recently, kid." The old man laughed, a little sadly, "It's very likely that this is the unfilial son yesterday, but the possibility that other brothers and nephews want to kill me is not ruled out. "

The old man walked back to another sofa, leaned on the soft cushion, closed his eyes slightly, as if he was talking to me or to himself.

"You must have had a miserable life."

I shook my head in disbelief, because I really couldn't imagine how perverted I was, so I would kill my parents.

"Hehe, it's not that it's not easy. It turned out that when you just started out with a few dollars in your pocket, you could still pretend to be awesome and take the little bastards to restaurants. If you made a little money, you could take your brothers to the red-light district and have a good drink. , now the family has billions of dollars, but they can only hide in prison, hehe, what an interesting life."

The old man's usual indifferent tone revealed a little autumn-like desolation, and I suddenly felt that being too rich is not a good thing.