Fake Mechanic

() Bai Jitong has already shown his face, so Ye Wushang naturally doesn't need to hide it anymore. This young master has always acted first and then thought about it. Anyway, my cousin can smooth it out for me if anything happens.The brothers-in-law of the two great families of Baiye, in Ye Wushang's generation, can only be described by four words.

Long Ze was not there, the fat man was a little curious, but when he saw Ye Wushang's white face that was the same as a few years ago, he was immediately relieved that both of them were there. Just cook it in one pot by yourself?

Feeling the fighting spirit in Fatty's heart, Wei reminded, "Those Matruh self-seeking machine guns have an identification microsystem, and their precision is extremely high. Don't underestimate the enemy."

"Isn't it enough to break those glasses?" Although the fat man also recognized these obstacles, he didn't pay much attention to them.

"Although I'm not completely sure, judging from the reflectivity and color difference of the glass, it should be made of battleship-grade material like the Matruh machine gun. There is a son of the chief of the army among them. It is not too difficult to get these things As long as you don’t take it out and make it public.”

Battleship class... Fatty's heart suddenly turned cold. This kind of material is strictly controlled by the military. He rarely listens to it, let alone read it.Although the dozen or so bodyguards outside the glass house who were obviously from the army were not noticed, if the threat of the Matruh machine gun could not be eliminated immediately, Xiao Mi would be buried in the intensive 75 rounds per second in the blink of an eye. In the rain of bullets, it directly turned into a puddle of meat paste, but it would not hurt even half a hair of Ye Wushang beside him.

Ye Wushang looked at the fat man with a grin, waving his hands like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, holding a small smart terminal in his hand, which was obviously the controller of the machine gun array.

"This guy is different from Bai Jitong, he likes to play with high technology." Fatty replied Wei.

Ye Wushang pointed at the empty glass room next door, motioning for the fat man to go in by himself, and a soft, feminine voice came, "Welcome to my torture chamber, classmate."

Raising his hand, the fat man noticed that there was a pistol pinned to Ye Wushang's waist belt. The exquisite Glock VI has extremely small recoil, and with a little training, even a shot would not miss the target within ten meters. With its sleek gun head and light and moderate feel, it is known in the Federation as the best choice for ladies to defend themselves and entertain themselves.

There was also an ordinary chair in that room. As Ye Wushang's fingers slid, the glass door slid open. The fat man walked in and sat on the chair. Looking at Ye Wushang next door, he pointed at the four glass rooms above his head. The slowly moving machine gun array asked with a smile, "You are the so-called third level?"

Ye Wushang pointed to the wireless communicator in his right ear, and shook his head, "Cousin has already arranged, you just wait, I'm just a pure audience."

The fat man looked around, regardless of whether Bai Jitong could hear him or not, he raised his head and yelled, "Young Master Bai, what about those hands you promised me, do you regret it and want to renege on it?"

Bai Jitong's low voice came from a loudspeaker on the basement floor, "I keep my word and I never break my word. Anyway, the person you are waiting for hasn't come yet. Since you want their hands, go get them yourself."

As soon as the words fell, three of the fifteen bodyguards outside the glass house walked out, handed the semi-automatic firearms in their hands to their companions, and walked into the glass house without saying a word. Each of them rolled up the sleeves of their right hands, showing strong forearm.

"I'm going to fuck your sister, is this different from being rascal?"

The fat man got a little angry.

"I just promised to give you their hands, but I didn't say that I would cut them off and put them in front of you. The hand is already yours, and they will only use the other left hand to deal with you. If you want to take it, take it, right before dinner appetizing fruit!"

The faces of the three bodyguards were cold, and they all put their right hands behind their backs, and each assumed an offensive posture.

One of them even pulled out a butterfly knife from his waist as if conjuring, playing with his left hand vigorously.

Ye Wushang next door laughed, "Looks like you forgot one thing, you need to bring a knife to cut your hand, we will give you one for free, it's interesting enough."

Seeing this scene, the fat man shook his head and sighed softly, "So I don't like you rich people. You play tricks in one way, as if you really have a reason. But you say One thing was wrong, I carry a knife everywhere I go."

Ye Wushang snorted, and said slightly sarcastically, "Just with that multifunctional knife you used earlier?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the fat man twisted his waist, and the heat flowed away, his body seemed to be a shadow, and in a blink of an eye, he had already reached the side of the bodyguard on the far right.

The bodyguard's reaction was not slow, and when Xiang Yu's hand was on his shoulder, he had already punched Xiang Yu's chest and abdomen.

Feeling the front of the fist touch the opponent's body, the hand that was on his shoulder a step earlier still did not move. The bodyguard flashed a flash of joy, but as soon as he gave out three points of strength, he felt a huge pain from his shoulder. Come.

In Xiang Yu's accelerated field of vision, the clothes on the left shoulder joint of this person split first, followed by the skin on the shoulder splitting in a jagged shape, and the exposed blood-red muscle fibers were also pulled by the huge force, breaking one after another, and then the tendon, and finally closed His shoulder joint snapped open.

Only at this time did I see a bewitching red mist rising, and large streams of fresh blood gushing out.

In the eyes of others, it was another weird and terrifying scene.

The two attacked indiscriminately, but the bodyguard's fist was as gentle as if joking with a good friend, with no strength at all. On the contrary, Xiang Yu's pressing and pulling were like the steel hands of a mech, making People have no power to resist, and their bodies are as fragile as paper kites.

The left arm was torn off from the shoulder alive, screams sounded, bloody arrows shot everywhere, and the scattered muscle tissue and pale broken bones at the fracture were too horrible to look at.

The tearing that came later made the strength of the bodyguard's fist suddenly disappear. The fat man just turned his body slightly and did not stop at all. While the other two were stunned, he stepped on the ground with his right toe again and exerted force. pop up!

The second person was even worse. When Xiang Yu's five fingers on his right hand were bent like claws and touched his shoulders, he even saw that his opponent was still willing to smile at him.

He instinctively used his best side kick, but what was waiting for him was a palm that had already been waiting halfway.

When the pain came from the palm of the left hand, the tiger claw in the right hand showed its power again.

But in the blink of an eye, the tragedy repeats itself!

Another hand was ripped off from the shoulder together with the sleeve!

At this moment, Fatty's face was covered with dots of blood, and the right hand that continuously tore the two of them was like the claws of ghosts and gods, and it was even more bloody.

Without any panting, the devil's claws were stretched out again, attacking the last bodyguard playing the butterfly knife.

The man had already stabbed the sharp blade out of his hand first, and stabbed straight at Xiang Yu's face door.

However, in the field of vision after acceleration, the speed at which the tip of the knife is passed over is like a waiter in a cafe delivering a cup of hot coffee ordered by a customer.Xiang Yu tilted his head slightly, the blade grazed his cheek, the tingling pain of slightly cutting the skin felt like a blunt knife cutting fiercely in the accelerated senses.

With the help of that pain, the heat flowing through the fingertips was transformed into a powerful force again in an instant, just like when the fat man accidentally tore off the thick corner of the table in Lu Xun's dormitory, the third arm was torn off alive !

Grasping the severed arm, Xiang Yu took a few steps back, relieved the crazy injection of adrenaline, and the weird and long screams in his ears returned to normal. Looking at the three bodyguards in front of him with only his left hand left, he He casually threw the severed arm that was still warm in his hand to the ground.

With the current treatment level of the Federation, even if he is seriously injured, his arm can still be connected after lying in the nutrition repair tank for three to five days, but it is impossible to be as flexible as before.Fatty didn't care about these things, and he didn't want to destroy the three severed arms. It was just a small amount of effort he could save. After all, there were still difficult and unknown tests waiting for him.

Using the pain of the injury, let the heat burst out instantly and reduce the consumption. This is the only way Fatty can increase the combat endurance with less to more. The actual combat has proved that although it is suffocating to feel the pain first, it at least works!

However, after a few breaths, Xiang Yu paid the price of a small injury on the cheek, and the three bodyguards were completely abolished. One by one, they knelt or lay down, wailing endlessly, and the blood flowed out, and the floor of the glass room was wiped out in a short while. A large area was dyed red, the shocking rose red and the smell of blood filled the air, even Ye Wushang next door was completely stunned, looking at the fat man who looked like a hell devil like a stone sculpture.

When Xiang Yu turned to look at him, Ye Wushang even took two steps back, put his hands on his chest instinctively, and made a defensive posture.

A smile appeared on the corner of the fat man's mouth, he walked a few steps closer and knocked on the glass wall with amazing defense, and said teasingly, "Don't worry, Young Master Ye, I'm just taking back what you promised me, and let the people outside take it back." Take these trash out, don't worry if you raise them, it will be an eyesore to me."

Only then did Ye Wushang wave his hand, and the thirteen bodyguards shy away from outside and came in for a busy meal. After a long while, the glass room returned to its previous appearance.

As soon as he saw Ye Wushang, the fat man would think of the boy in Zhabei District who walked out of Lu Xiaoming's room a few years ago while fastening his pants as if nothing had happened, and his anger could not be dispelled and could not be suppressed.Sitting on a chair, he stared at the young master of the Ye family who hadn't changed much. While arranging his blood-stained sleeves, he said casually as if he suddenly remembered something, "What did you just say? Didn't you bring a knife?"

There is a knife on the head of Ninja.

If you can't bear it, you just draw your knife.

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ps: Fatty has endured for a long time, you don't vote or leave a message, are you forcing him to draw his sword?