Zhou Lin

It was past midnight, and the lonely streets were already deserted.

In the Magic City, when you walk in the cold wind of winter night, what is blown away and crushed is definitely not a dream, but something else, such as smog, garbage, phlegm, or dog shit...

Humid air is one of the characteristics of this coastal city. It can bring you unbearable sticky heat in summer and bone-chilling cold in winter.

However, tonight, there were a few people who didn't seem to mind taking a walk in this wet and cold night.

At one o'clock in the morning, two figures appeared on the street.

The man walking on the left is a yellow man, male. He is nearly two meters tall and has a face as fierce as a ghost. He is wearing a dazzling white suit, and the burly and solid muscles all over his body seem to be shaking off his clothes. They are all stretched out and bulging... let alone at night, even in broad daylight, when you see such a person walking across the street, you will feel a little scared.

The man walking on the right is a small white man, only a little over 1.6 meters tall, wearing a small brown suit that fits very well. Although his clothing taste is not flattering, he is not the same as the one on the left. In comparison, at least in appearance, he is definitely an approachable and normal person.

Under the night, the two men moved forward at different paces and paces, but maintained exactly the same speed.

Not long after, they approached a bookstore located in the middle of the small street.

Their goal is clear, and the closed door of the bookstore and the sign with "CLOSE" obviously cannot stop them.

However, when they were still about ten meters away from the bookstore, another figure suddenly appeared, forcing them to stop.

It was a man of about forty years old with a beard; even if he was wearing a coat, you could see the outline of his muscles. To describe it... he looked like a character from a fighting game, only You can tell by looking at his body type and stance that he is very capable of hitting.

"'Hustle Master', bury me in the flower grave..." The bearded gaze first stayed on the face of the man on the left for two seconds, and then looked at the man on the right, "'Syndicate', Paul Ackermon ..." After he finished announcing the names and numbers of the two people, he paused for half a second and then said, "You two are here in the middle of the night. What are you doing here?"

"Ha..." Syndicate sneered and responded, "We haven't gone in yet, how can we talk about 'visiting'?" He licked his lips, "In other words... your 'reverse cross' way of hospitality, Just let the guests stand on the street and let the cold wind blow?"

"What you said..." the bearded man thought thoughtfully, "...that's right." He nodded with a serious expression, "When we treat uninvited guests, we usually stand on the street and chat with them first. for a while, and then invite them to visit the pig farm.”

"Well... although I don't know what the connection is between these two things..." Syndicate didn't want to follow the other party's inexplicable line of thinking, so he changed the topic and tried, "But I still respect your habits... In short, Let’s first talk about your identity, how about you?”

"My name is CC99, you can call me Kaijiu." Kaijiu replied.

"Oh." Syndicate said, "I wonder if Brother Kai is in the 'Reverse Cross'..."

"A handyman." Before the other party could finish asking, Kaijiu rushed to say these three words.

"Is that so..." The syndicate was not polite to him, "Since he is just a handyman, why should we talk to you? Why don't you go in and help us find someone who can talk to us."

"You don't seem to understand." Kaijiu said, took out a cigar from his pocket, bit off a section with his mouth...and swallowed the end of the cigar, then picked up the cigar again, Light the fire; his next sentence, along with a puff of choking smoke, came out of his mouth at the same time, "The so-called 'busters' mean that when you losers try to get close to the bookstore... they come out and beat you up." A meal person.”

"That means there's no need to talk anymore?" A smile appeared on Syndicate's face, but the smile showed unrestrained killing intent.

At this point, both sides really have nothing more to say.

Kaijiu knew the purpose of these two people from the beginning, and these two people also knew that Kaijiu would not let them pass.

Problems that cannot be solved with words should be solved with fists. This is an eternal iron rule.

At that moment, under the dim street lights, I saw...a night-breaking light rising through the clouds. It was the light produced when Huazhong released his own energy, that is, the light of "power".

Huazhong used all his strength in this sudden attack.

He doesn't care about the opponent's strength, nor does he intend to "compete" with his opponent. As long as he can complete the task and avoid unnecessary complications, what's wrong with "killing a chicken with a bull's-eye"?

In an instant, Dan saw that his fist energy exploded and formed a trajectory, drawing a trace of energy in mid-air and hitting Kaijiu's chest.

But a second later... the energy of this punch dissipated; when the punch energy that was enough to split mountains and seas hit Kaijiu, it was like a water column rushing onto the cement board. The column shattered into beads and turned into beads. To all directions, gradually disappearing into nothingness...

"Oh?" The Syndicate looked very interested when they saw this scene, "Is there such a thing?"

when--

Just when he was about to go up to meet Kaijiu, a strange sound of hard objects hitting each other suddenly sounded from his own face.

Syndicate's right eye suddenly burst out with sparks at this moment, and his upper body also tilted back to the right due to some kind of impact.

However, he did not fall because of this. After taking a breath, he stood up straight again with all his strength and said with a smile: "Heh... there is a sniper here, right..." He stared at the bloodshot right eye and scanned the night. He walked down the street and said, "My shooting skills are pretty good. Instead of aiming at my heart, I aimed at my right eye. The bullets I used were also specially made. It seems to be aimed at me..."

Syndicate is undoubtedly an ability user, and his ability is "hardness". At the current strong level, his skin is as hard as a layer of diamond armor, and his bones are as strong as an alloy. Even his mucosal tissue and The internal organs are harder than ordinary armor plates.

Although this ability does not "exist unconsciously", it is not strenuous to use. It can be maintained as long as the physical energy consumption required by "clenching a fist" is exerted.

Obviously, as early as the process of approaching this bookstore, the Syndicate had already activated its own abilities in order to prevent such cold shots from suddenly coming from the shadows.

"What time is it?" After seeing the strange behavior of his companion, Huazhong immediately asked in a deep voice.

"Eleven o'clock." Syndicate's response was also very normal.

But what happened in the next second was even more terrifying...

After getting the general location of the sniper, Hanazuka turned around and took two steps in that direction. Then, he suddenly raised one leg, raised it over his shoulder, and stamped it toward the ground.

If his foot steps firmly, the entire area in the direction facing the toe will collapse: the flat and thick road will be torn and shattered; the foundation of the building will be destroyed and the house will collapse; Underground pipes will also break, and the gas leaking from them will cause chain explosions and fires...

It's hard to say whether this kind of indiscriminate destruction can kill the sniper hiding in the dark, but it can at least force him away from his original position and expose his whereabouts.

Fortunately... Huazhong's kick failed in the end.

Because when the opponent's feet fell, Kaijiu dodged and pounced on him... He used a grappling movement to wrap his arms around Hua Zhong's raised leg, and his thick arms happened to lie across Hua Zhong's thighs and calves. At the angle between them; at the moment of contact, Kaijiu pushed Huazhong skillfully, flipping Huazhong backward so that his feet were off the ground. Then he used his left hand again, going around the opponent's shoulder, and pushed Huazhong almost horizontally. The mid-empty flower tomb was pushed down towards the ground.

Huazhong is not a fuel-efficient lamp. As a "noisy master", how can he let his opponent do whatever he wants to him in a hand-to-hand fight?

It's too late to say it, but it's soon! Hua Zhong, who had lost all his strength, had no way to borrow any strength, so he used only his waist and arm strength to throw an extremely violent punch at Kaijiu's head.

The power of that fist was so terrifying that even if the iron-clad Arhat was hit by this fist, let alone his flesh and blood, he would probably be broken into pieces.

But Kaijiu responded calmly. He tilted his head and dodged this fast and dangerous surprise attack as if it were natural.

Bang——

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound.

The sound of Huazhong's body falling to the ground was like a dinosaur falling from a height, and the ground beneath him was cracked.

Of course, for Hanazuka, the damage caused by this level of "falling" is similar to the injury he suffered when he stepped on a banana peel and fell...it's not a big deal at all.

Compared with the slight physical feeling that was not even painful, this round of confrontation had a greater psychological impact on Hanazhong; for the first time in his life, Hanazhong felt that in the "fight" In fact, he was suppressed by others.

"Die!"

Before the throw was over, Syndicate had already made a move. He saw the huge flaw revealed after Kaijiu's move, flew forward and launched a volley whip kick.

This kick was as fast as the wind, and the phantom's legs were as hard as diamonds and as flexible as whips, sweeping towards Kaijiu's back with wide open strokes.

The Syndicate was convinced that the other party was inevitable, so they viciously read out a fatal declaration.

unexpectedly……

when--

Just as Syndicate flew up and swept his legs through the air, the sniper hiding in the dark fired another shot at him.

The previous shot hit Syndicate's right eye. Because Syndicate's feet were firmly on the ground when he was shot, it only caused his upper body to fall back; but the current shot hit his torso and Aiming at the center of gravity of the body... Because he was in mid-air and had no support, even though the skinny Syndicate would not be penetrated by the bullet, his whole body was still pushed away by the impact of the sniper bullet.

At the same time, Huazhong, who fell to the ground, had also launched a counterattack.

A veteran fighting expert, when someone knocks him down, he has countless ways to fight back. Although the previous full blow was eaten by the opponent, Hanazuka's attack on him He still had firm confidence in his ability. He judged that Kaijiu had used his ability to block the initial wave of punches. Otherwise, with his defensive power, there would be no need to avoid the ordinary punch just now.

Therefore, Hanazhong chose a safer tactic this time, giving priority to "hits" and avoiding gambling-style attacks... He first pressed his legs against the opponent's waist to prevent Kaijiu from locking his upper body. Skill, he then used his waist strength to lift his upper body, maintaining a body curvature similar to "halfway through a sit-up", and fired more than twenty sharp jabs at Kaijiu in a snap of his fingers.

Seeing this, Kaijiu grinned. After blocking a few times with his hands, he simply jumped back a few meters and stopped suppressing Huazhong at close range: "Ah... you are such a difficult kid, and you are so messed up and crooked. There are quite a few.”

The title "Kid" really surprised Hanazuka; although he knew that he was actually quite young (about the same as Sakaki), because of his appearance, people around him regarded him as a middle-aged uncle in his forties... ...Unexpectedly, I met a real uncle today, and I could tell from the first meeting that he was actually still young.

"Bah!" Kaijiu said, roughly spitting out half of the cigar in his mouth.

Then, for the first time in this battle, he... assumed a rather serious fighting stance.

"Today, Master Jiu, I will teach you the difference between real fighting and gangster fighting."