Updated: 2013-12-02

Chapter 887, I'm Insecure!

Hawkeye is a tough opponent.

However, Lei Zhen did not have the slightest fear.

When they fought with the instructor against almost invincible opponents in the world, who knows what this hairy kid was doing?

They don't make as much money as these killers, and their names are not as loud as these killers, however, they have a common name: Huaxia Special Forces!

This name is famous and famous in any region of the world.

They are not afraid of death, because they know that the spirit of the army does not die.

Perhaps due to his long-term long-range attacks, Hawkeye was a little inexperienced in close combat. Even if the strength is good, in the face of Lei Zhen, a pervert who can force the instructor Tang Lie to retreat, he can only be beaten passively.

Boom -

Dodging Hawkeye's razor-sharp dagger attack, Lei Zhen slammed his fist into the chest.

The military stab in his hand couldn't be saved, so he could only block it with his elbow.

Click――

Broken elbow.

Hawkeye didn't expect that Lei Zhen's strength was so great, and it broke when he touched it, making people have no power to parry.

He snorted and quickly backed away.

I want to take a step forward for the time being, buy myself some time, and wait until my body can withstand the pain of the broken arm before fighting in the second round.

Lei Zhen obviously saw through his thoughts.

He sneered, and his body flew again, not giving Hawkeye any respite.

Boom -

The black-gloved Iron Fist attacked again.

Hawkeye dodged quickly, and Lei Zhen's punch punched a big hole in the wall panel of the wooden tower bridge.

Whoa-

The broken wood broke and fell, making a crashing sound.

Boom -

Another punch was thrown.

The position where Hawkeye was dodging was once again smashed into a large hole by the thunderbolt.

Thunder Earthquake became the Lord of Destruction, and he easily dismembered this work of art made of wood.

Hawkeye was horrified.

Was it a human being who fought him? Or is it a monster?

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't. I wanted to hide, but I was hit by lightning and shocks.

Whoosh -

A knife stabbed out, but the dagger fell into the hands of Lei Zhen.

Lei Zhen's specially gloved palm grabbed the barbed three-edged military thorn, and no matter how hard Hawkeye tried, he couldn't snatch the weapon back from his opponent's hand.

Bang -

Lei Zhen kicked out.

Hawkeye's body was pressed against the wall of the wooden tower with his feet, and Hawkeye struggled desperately, but could not move.

"Welcome to Huaxia." Lei Zhen said in English. Although his English level is terrible, he still understands the most basic politeness.

Hawkeye's body fell silent. He understood that his struggles meant nothing to this man. It doesn't make sense to yourself.

"Goodbye." Lei Zhen said.

His right foot slammed hard.

"Click!"

Hawkeye's ribs were broken by him, and his entire ribcage sank in.

His facial features were bleeding, and his appearance was miserable.

Lei Zhen retracted his feet, and Hawkeye's body slowly slid down the wall.

Plop -

He sat on the ground with his butt and fell.

Lei Zhen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a match.

After taking a deep puff, he looked at the corpse on the ground and sighed: "American welfare is so good, what kind of killer?" ”――

The skinny-faced monkey looked at the charred corpse on the ground, and his face was sad and regretful: "It's all said, if you don't kill with a gun, you have to fight and kill." Off color. ”

He snorted coldly, turned around and ran towards the main gate of the West Garden.

The entrance of the West Courtyard.

Tang Zhong and Dong Bodhi were intercepted.

A man covered in a black trench coat. The man was wearing a black hat, and Tang Chong couldn't even see his face clearly, but he could see a detailed outline.

"This man is not ugly." Tang Zhong thought in his heart.

"Mr. Tang Chong. It was a real surprise. The man stood not far from Tang Zhong and said in a calm voice.

His English is typical of London, which was deeply felt by Tang Chong when he went to England to visit Tang Xin.

"He's an Englishman." Tang Zhong put a label on him again.

"yes. You surprise me, and I reward you with a surprise. Tang Zhong said with a smile. We don't owe each other. ”

"What a blessing it would be if everything in the world were so simple." The man laughed too. "But why do I think you owe me more?"

"What do I owe you?"

"Life. Wealth. and - greater glory. ”

Tang Zhong turned to look at Dong Bodhi and asked, "How do you say fart in English?" ”

Dong Bodhi glanced at Tang Zhong and said a word.

"Fart." Tang Zhong scolded at the man in black. "I owe you life? Did I provoke you? You bullshit King Kong killers are coming after me like a pack of mad dogs. I don't want to be killed, of course I'm going to fight back. Is it true that you are not owed life only if you are allowed to slaughter? ”

"As for owing you wealth, that's even more of a joke. When did I borrow money from you? You have done too many bad things for yourself, and now you are angry and angry when it is exposed, and you want to kill people and kill people? ”

"Who do you think you are? Is it God? ”

The man in black thought about it seriously and said, "What you said is correct. ”

"Fortunately, there are people who understand." Tang Zhong said. "It's too late for you to change your ways."

"In a sense, we are indeed God." The man in black added.

"-" Tang Zhong wanted to scold the spicy one. Can't you finish it all at once? Digging such a big pit will kill people.

"So—"

"So we're going to be damned?"

The man in black glanced at Dong Bodhi and said, "Actually, our goal is relatively simple, just you. ”

Dong Bodhi took a step forward and said with a sneer: "Except for God himself, I have never seen anyone who is so thick-skinned as to claim that he is God - we are together, if you want to kill you, even I will kill together." ”

Tang Zhong looked at Dong Bodhi and said movingly: "Why do you want to get involved? Since they don't want to touch you, you should leave quickly. ”

"Idiot." Dong Bodhi scolded. "He can kill if he wants? He thinks he's really God? My master is still a bodhisattva. ”

"That's right." Tang Chong's confidence suddenly doubled. "I always scolded your master for being an old witch, and she didn't curse me."

“――”

The man in black gestured and said, "It's a shame. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, two men dressed in black appeared ghostly behind him.

"More than people, huh?" Tang Zhong sneered. He also reached out and gestured.

Bang -

Rows of black-clothed people ran over from a distance, dense and boundless.

Dong Bodhi's eyes widened and said, "Why do you have so many people?" ”

"You know—" Tang Zhong explained. "Growing up, I didn't feel secure."

“――”――

Caring about restlessness.

He sat down and stood up, stood up and sat down.

took a sip of the tea in front of him, then squirted the tea out, and shouted, "Li Jia, change the tea." ”

Li Jia understands the feeling of concern. He failed too many times. Even if he had a chance to succeed this time, he still couldn't rest assured.

Li Jia took the teacup with a good temperature in his hand, walked over to pour out the tea, and after cleaning the cup, he made a new cup of hot tea and sent it over.

Jerry was very disdainful of the show of concern, he leisurely played with the porcelain teacup in his hand, and said, "Mr. Guan, don't be nervous. It's going to be fine. The skeleton will not disappoint anyone who believes in him. It was so before, and it will be so in the future. ”

"I'm not worried—" Concern denied. He was really worried. I don't know what's going on, he always has a bad premonition. "I just cared -- I wanted to know how things were going. Why hasn't there been any news yet? ”

Jerry turned to look, and the engineer-looking man shook his head at him.

"The message has not yet been returned."

Jerry's heart was also a little more anxious, but of course he couldn't show it on his face like he cared about that dirt bun.

With a faint smile on his face, he said, "It always takes some time to get things done. Maybe the process is a bit cumbersome, but we should trust the professionalism of those people. ”

"Yes. That's what I thought, too. "Concern forces yourself to be quiet." Mr. Jerry, mission accomplished, what's next?"

"Plans? I'll probably have to report back on the progress of the mission as soon as possible. Jerry said.

Concern glanced at Li Jia and said, "Mr. Jerry, what about us?" Has the organization made arrangements for us? ”

"Of course." Jerry laughs. "You are a hero of the organization. You will go back with me to be honored. Any heroes who have contributed to the organization, the organization will not treat them badly. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Jerry." Concerned said happily. Regardless of whether you are treated badly or not, you must first have a place to settle down and save your life.

Just then, the doorbell rang in the house.

Everyone was shocked, but they still sat silently.

Li Jia walked over to the visual video of ringing the doorbell, looked at the young man on the screen, and asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Deliver the courier." The young man said.

"What?" There is a very ridiculous feeling of caring. The land where they live is extremely hidden. Even in order to prevent the nomadic herd and Gongsun Jian and others who had met once, they also deliberately moved from the place where they lived before.

They also never send things outside, and people outside don't know their address, so how can there be a courier?

"Let him. Let him get out of the way. Concern jumped and shouted at the young man on the screen.

Jerry's driver stood up and said with a smile, "This kind of thing, it's better to leave it to me." ”

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out.

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