Inside and Outside World

"A guide like me who cares about newcomers, after going out, should be able to judge an excellent one?"

The guide, it is said that as long as he is a hand-off shopkeeper and guarantees that the newcomers will not die, Yan Luo not only made a strategy of cleaning up the gangsters and occupying Chinatown as the sphere of influence, but also found a group of masters for the newcomers. Waiting for the teaching of the master, the newcomer will definitely be reborn and lay the most solid foundation.

When Yan Luo was a rookie, he didn't receive such treatment. Thanks to the talent of the Wuxin puppet, he was lucky enough to get a dream gene point and activate the biochemical system gene.

Of course, exchanging hard qigong for national skills is not without any benefits for Yan Luo himself. The main body uses Guan Erye to open up + ten square sticks to refine strength. With the current high-level life, spirit body and learning ability, any kind of national skills It's easy to learn, and it can also increase accumulation-Speaking of the body is now a set of Wing Chun Kuai Fighting and combined with the power of words, can punches break through the speed of sound?

Leaving Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall, Yan Luo returned to the headquarters of the Ax Gang—it was still the same warehouse, and he felt something was wrong when he approached the door.

Two people knelt at the warehouse gate.

Farmer Zhang Dazhu and carpenter Zhao Youfu.

There are various types of modders. These two are professional talents, but they lack the ability to be aggressive in the gang world. They are not young and have no personality. They can only be marginal characters. Staying at home and looking after the house, and now kneeling at the door?

Warrior Wolf and Mao Xiong are not here, and the hooligan members who were reformed and incorporated with others have gone.

Yan Luo found that the two kneeling men were both handcuffed, and were pointed at their heads with black muzzles by several American policemen in uniforms holding guns.

"San Francisco Police Department."

He recognized that these people were among those who rushed in during the ring competition that day.

"Have the Americans helped us with the axe?"

Yan Luo was not surprised, after all, more than 200 people died, and the Ax Gang wanted to monopolize Chinatown. It would be strange if the San Francisco Police Department did nothing. I heard that the police chief was nicknamed "Iron Emperor". But to be honest, he didn't want to cause trouble, and the San Francisco police department didn't care. Now that the bullying has come to the fore, and two new recruits have been tied up, how can this be tolerated?

Tang Seng's eyesight is not bad, and he can see the scars on the faces of the two uncles. They should be slapped for resisting.

"Leader of the Axe Gang, Don."

A fat American man with a big belly came out of the warehouse. It was Sergeant Smith with a cigar in his mouth: "Unexpectedly, Chinatown has become like this in just a few days. The Red Party is really powerful. It's a pity that you met me Smith , the overlord of San Francisco, the iron-blooded emperor." With a half-smile, he looked at Yan Luo with a sinister look.

"Is your target supposed to be me? Let them go. One is a farmer and the other is a carpenter. It's useless for you to catch them."

Yan Luo raised his hand: "You know I know qigong, it should take a lot of effort to catch me. If you let them go, I'm willing to wear handcuffs and won't resist."

"Very well, you are sensible."

Sergeant Smith was very satisfied. He wanted to arrest this "Elder Tang" in order to obtain the secrets of qigong. In addition, the composition of the members of the Ax Gang had already fully understood the information collected. Among them, several people must be arrested. Carpenters and farmers belonged to no one. A worthless target can only be used as a hostage—grab the leader, Elder Tang, and these two people can be released.

A black policeman came up and handcuffed Yan Luo.

Many Chinese were watching from a distance. They couldn't help sighing when they saw the majestic leader Tang being handcuffed and held at gunpoint two days ago.

"Hey, sure enough, Americans won't ignore such a big incident in Chinatown."

"The Ax Gang is about to end now. What will Chinatown look like in the future? American gangs will definitely enter..."

Although the original 12 gangs were ruthless, at least their members were all Chinese. American gangs would not treat Chinese as human beings.

A Chinese man saw that the "Elder Tang" of the Ax Gang was handcuffed. Some policeman even raised his hand and slapped his bald head insultingly. A group of policemen laughed. Two old Chinese men kneeling on the ground Although he untied the rope and handcuffs on his body, he was kicked several times at such an old age, and fell to the ground moaning in pain, each of them was angry and helpless.

Yan Luo watched all this indifferently.

"Zhang Dazhu, Zhao Youfu, you two enter the warehouse, otherwise it will be very dangerous here."

Under his shout, the two newcomers and old men gritted their teeth, got up from the ground and quickly fled back into the warehouse, and even closed the rolling gate.

Sergeant Smith didn't care, he caught "Elder Tang" first to interrogate the secrets of qigong. These few days just happened to let the members of the Ax Gang search for the inheritance of the 12 gangsters, and then come to eliminate the rest and take over the property in two days.

Soon a police van drove up, and two police officers escorted Yan Luo from behind to push him into the van.

"Sheriff Smith, you have a big problem, you know?"

"say what!"

A black policeman cursed, and was about to hit Yan Luo's head with his gun. The bald head was too conspicuous, so it was easy to hit.

But when he raised his hand, he suddenly heard a crisp "click".

Yan Luoyun's hard qigong broke the handcuffs.

The policemen in San Francisco were also unlucky, and they provoked him. Previously, the carpenters and farmers were **** and cast a mouse. If one or two new recruits died, the work of the guide would be tantamount to nothing. What is he afraid of now?

"The sun is shining and the wind is beautiful. It's a good day to kill."

Yan Luo violently punched out with his right arm.

"boom!"

The body of the black policeman flew out in the air, landed more than ten meters away and rolled a few times before stopping. He raised his head from the ground with difficulty, his mouth was full of blood, and his face had an expression of disbelief.

"you you…"

He tilted his head and lost any breath.

"What's wrong?"

With such a sudden change, the other policemen were horrified. The next second, a figure appeared in front of another policeman. Immediately, this guy also flew in the air, and the blood spurting out of his mouth drew a bright red arc. Line—this guy's physique was not as good as that of the previous black man. He fell to the ground and died without even screaming.

Kill two people in a row.

The cigar in Sergeant Smith's mouth fell to the ground, and his mind was still in a chaotic state of a sudden accident.

"Killed?"

The Chinese who were watching the excitement from a distance couldn't believe their eyes when they saw such a scene. The leader of the Ax Gang actually killed someone! Or kill Americans—white and black! In broad daylight, in full view of the public, he killed two policemen in a row. Is this guy crazy?

There was silence all around, and Yan Luo didn't stop his movements under everyone's gaze. He rushed in front of the other two policemen, and slapped one of them while they were in a daze.

"Boom, boom!"

This time, he didn't use the Maha Mudra of Vitality, but hit the opponent's forehead with a strong shock. The two policemen immediately turned white in their eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fell down limply.

This is the brain being shaken into a paste.

"Ahhh!"

A female policeman stood up all her hairs in horror and uttered an out-of-tune scream. The sound woke up everyone else. Sergeant Smith took a deep breath. The fat body of this American fat man trembled a little. How dare this Chinese man kill people? How could he kill someone!

This is a Chinese!

The Chinese at the bottom of society in the United States.

Timid and timid, hardworking and cowardly Chinese.

Moreover, they are the police, not to mention that the Chinese in Chinatown are local gangsters in the United States, those blacks, or the brutal Mexicans, Italian mafia, it is impossible to kill the police officers of the San Francisco Police Department in broad daylight under the watchful eyes of so many people—this It's just the opposite of the sky. Anger and hatred filled Smith's heart. As he stepped back to distance himself, he yelled at the few remaining police officers, "Shoot and kill him!"

"Bang, bang!"

The ear-piercing gunshots sounded, and the onlookers in Chinatown hurriedly fled or looked for cover to prevent being accidentally killed.

"what?"

"This is impossible!"

Horrified expressions appeared on the faces of one policeman and another. When they saw the bullet hit each other's body, tiny sparks exploded.

"laugh!"

Accompanied by the sound of tearing silk, Yan Luo's Tang suit jacket shattered suddenly, and pieces of rags flew in the air, revealing the tattoos of Buddha and God. Several policemen were still firing, and everyone could see clearly at this moment. The bullets bounced off this guy immediately, and red sparks continued to light up on his skin, but they couldn't cause any harm.

It was as if his body was not flesh and blood, but steel!

"Invulnerable, invincible in the world!"

Some old Chinese men recalled the slogan of Boxer Boxing in their minds.

"Could it be that he is blessed by the gods?"

There are also many people whose eyes are fixed on the tattoos of Sakyamuni and Jehovah.

"Impossible! In this world, how can anyone use their body to withstand bullets!" Smith also pulled out his pistol, and fired at Yan Luo desperately, even a few bullets hit his forehead, but he soon despaired.

"Why is it impossible?"

Yan Luo stretched the naked upper body of Tang Monk's avatar, and made several poses: "I am a bulletproof monk!"

In 2002, Chow Yun-fat of the watch world filmed a bulletproof monk in the United States, playing a monk from Tibet, China, who was invulnerable to swords and guns, and bullets could not break his skin-people in the world saw such a scene in advance.

In fact, the hard qigong of Tang Seng's avatar is not invincible.

The bullets from the sniper rifle are enough to headshot him, and neither submachine guns nor heavy machine guns can resist, because the rate of fire is too fast, and the vitality is too late to run against it. The essence of hard qigong is to mobilize the vitality from the body, which is contained in the skin. If it is a machine gun bullet, it is enough to disperse the vitality gathered in the skin, or a large-caliber desert eagle, and that penetration is enough to break through his defense.

However, the police here are only equipped with plastic Glock pistols.

"escape!"

After all, Smith was one of the leaders of the Blood Gang and the highest-ranking sheriff in the entire San Francisco Police Department. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately wanted to escape.

"Escaped..."

"But you, did you escape?"

"There is a way to heaven if you don't go, there is no way to enter hell."

Yan Luo chased after Smith, took a few strides to catch up, and still used hard qigong. The vitality gathered on the palm, and the stimulated blood flow accelerated to generate extremely high heat, turning the right palm into red. This is one of the most powerful moves secretly passed down by the Yuan Qi Sect: Blood-burning Mahamudra! If it is said that the vitality mahamudra is a must kill, this move is undoubtedly the secret.

Sergeant Smith felt the approach of death, and this fat man was actually very afraid of death—people with status and status are usually afraid of death.

He cried in tears: "Don't kill me! I am the sheriff of San Francisco, kill me, Mayor Henry will not let you go! Don't kill me!"

"boom!"

With this palm, Smith's obese body jumped forward, like a fat pig flying up, then fell heavily to the ground, and finally lay on the ground without moving, the police uniform on the back was melted by the big handprint A palm-shaped hole, and on the ground where he was lying face down, a pool of blood was rapidly expanding.

Yan Luo chased after the others and killed all the escaped policemen.

"how dare you!"

The Chinese onlookers stared at Yan Luo with horrified eyes. It was nothing to kill 13 gang leaders at the previous meeting. After all, those were only Chinese. Of the 10 people who died now, only 2 were black and 8 were black. They're all white, and one is the chief of the San Francisco Police Department! In this piece of the Bay Area, it is an out-and-out big shot~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's over, Chinatown is over. "

A Chinese man suddenly lost his legs and sat on the ground.

He muttered in his mouth: "Sheriff Smith died, and 9 other people died. This happened in Chinatown. The mayor of San Francisco will not let us go, and the US government will not let us go! Not only will he If we die, we Chinese onlookers will die too, maybe the whole Chinatown will be demolished, we are finished."

Hearing this guy's words, many Chinese became distraught, and some even couldn't help crying.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it just killing a sheriff and several policemen?"

Yan Luo looked at these crying Chinese: "Don't worry, you will be fine, Chinatown will be fine, and of course I will be fine, everyone should eat and work."

"It's all right?"

Someone asked with anticipation: "Could it be that you have any background and background in the US government that can suppress this matter?"

"No."

Yan Luo waved his hand: "If other major events happened, such as the death of Henry, the mayor of San Francisco, or even the death of the President of the United States, I am afraid that no one will pay attention to the life and death of a mere police chief? Don't use that Look at me, I just said there is such a possibility."

He raised his hand and pointed to the tattoo on his chest.

"I am Tathagata on the left, God on the right, gods and Buddhas all over the sky will bless me—Amen."

This "Amen" is actually not the Amen that Christianity prays to, but Amitabha + Amen. Taking the pronunciation of the first and last word, it will naturally become Amen.

On the other side, Yan Luo's body in downtown San Francisco said to Vivien Leigh who was studying the script: "I have something to do, let's go out."

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