The old man in a suit and the old man in plain clothes walked forward a hundred meters apart on the street.

Both of them knew that the existence of the two sides was in a hostile state, but they didn't know that Fu Yang was flying in mid-air to monitor.

"I'm really good at acting, chasing one by one, and pretending to be nothing, as if I was shopping." Fu Yang complained.

The old man in the suit has been carrying a different kind of hand, and he must have hidden a weapon, a gun in the United States? The flood of spending, with the ass to think about it, is a pistol.

The old man in plainclothes who followed behind, his hand was always attached to his chest, the zipper was unfastened, and it was estimated that the gun was placed in the armpit for easy removal.

Before they knew it, the two old men came to Chinatown.

"Are you going to run to the coop?" Fu Yang guessed.

As if hearing Fu Yang's guidance, the old man in the suit really got into the alley.

"Wow, is this God's prediction?" Fu Yang was speechless.

In desperation, he could only keep up, and giving up halfway was not in line with Fu Yang's character.

rushed into the alley in front of the old man in plain clothes, and saw the old man in a suit negotiating the price with a woman standing on the street.

Although he spoke English, it did not prevent Fu Yang from imagining the contents.

The price was finalized, and the old man in the suit rubbed a Xu old lady upstairs.

"Is there a mistake, it's just a prostitute dressed like a human being?" Fu Yang doubted his judgment.

There were doubts in his heart, but Fu Yang still followed.

A simple hotel, the old man in a suit and the woman standing on the street have just entered the room, and they have not yet had time to close.

Suddenly, the old man in the suit made a move, pinched the back of the neck of the woman standing on the street, twisted slightly, and she fell to the ground limply.

Fu Yang stepped forward to try his nose, and it turned out that the woman standing on the street fainted.

Closing the door, the old man in the suit was about to escape through the window.

Boom!

As soon as one foot stepped on, the door had been kicked open with great force, and the old man in plainclothes had already arrived.

The two looked at each other, and the room was instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Cyril, stop!" The old man in plainclothes shouted, and his hand went to the armpit.

"Goodbye, old John!" The old man in the suit kicked on one leg, and his whole body jumped out of the window.

"Damn it!" John exasperated, and jumped out of the window together.

"It seems that the two old men have been in love with each other for many years." Fu Yang speculated.

The buildings in Los Angeles are basically seven or eight stories high, and they are so close that people with a little bit of foot strength can jump back and forth.

Thus, a group of urban apes were cultivated, commonly known as parkour masters.

These two old men, who did not belong to the young people at all, galloped on the roof, as if there were no obstacles, their bodies were very dexterous, running and jumping, they were like parkour masters.

With a 'bang', John shot with a pistol in hand.

A bullet grazed a steel pipe mounted on the roof, sending a splash of sparks.

Cyril leaped forward, hiding behind a tall structure, and pulled out the pistol he had placed at his waist to shoot back.

For a while, a passionate picture was displayed in front of Fu Yang.

Immediately, he raised the height, he didn't want to be injured by mistake while watching the play, so it was really not worth it.

"John, after all these years, your marksmanship is still so bad." Cyril scoffed.

"You don't have much marksmanship with each other." John said coldly.

A soldier and a thief, apparently fighting for many years, have been persevering in their respective duties.

Cyril is a killer who was once a retired veteran of the Afghan battlefield, returning to the calm and comfortable city from the war-torn battlefield, he was lost for a while, drunk and smoked, and indulged in decay.

Until, he saw a former comrade-in-arms on the battlefield, reduced to the streets, living a life of begging for a living.

In the end, in a gang firefight, innocent comrades-in-arms were affected and lost their lives, but they were not treated fairly, and they were packed into plastic bags like dead dogs and transported to the crematorium.

Due to religious beliefs, burial is prevalent in the United States, and cremation is generally the home of the wanderer.

In this way, it is better to die on the battlefield and have a glorious funeral and be buried in the National Martyrs' Cemetery.

This scene, like a giant hammer, struck Cyril's heart hard, completely shattering the layer of decay wrapped outside, thus awakening the heart of a righteous soldier who had been sealed for a long time.

Since then, he has begun to assassinate the source of evil, like a superhero, walking in the ordinary, but clearing the cancer in the upper class.

For twenty years, John had been his rival and friend-foe, and as a top agent, John had vowed to capture Cyril alive.

John, who has a great record and great achievements, only misses in front of Cyril, who never expected that he would be hunted for twenty years.

The understanding of the two has gone beyond the ordinary relationship, constantly calculating, constantly calculating, and both regard each other as respectable opponents.

Bullets flew everywhere, each shooting out a few shuttle bullets, and on the surrounding walls, the bullets that could be seen at random were empty, and the battle was so fierce.

The empty-shell pistol was discarded, and the two men fought hand-to-hand.

One looked at each other, fists bumped.

In the middle of the exchanges, there was a sound of fist collisions, and there was a muffled sound.

Cyril played the physical skills of the army, advocated killing, and was decisive and fierce.

John's is more complex, karate, aikido, taekwondo, Muay Thai, a variety of martial arts, blended into one, mainly grappling, which seems to be both rigid and soft.

The style of one rigidity and one softness, the effect of playing, is very exciting, and it seems that his attainments in martial arts are very high.

And pay attention to the speed of punching, the speed of strain, and have been in the grappling.

A punch just struck out, like a cannonball.

John's eyes froze, and he slammed his fist.

The fists slammed into the air, and a dull sound sounded.

Ignoring the pain from his fists, he continued to fight with his fists, and the shadows of his fists covered each other.

Keep fighting, keep shifting.

Fu Yang looked at it very intently, not wanting to interfere in the private affairs of the two.

The battle reached the edge of the roof, and the two old men still didn't care, and the fight was boiling at all, and they had no intention of stopping.

There was a fist and kick exchange, and John slipped and leaned outward.

The perennial wind and rain inevitably grow moss, and he happened to step on it.

In the blink of an eye, John fell down, and in desperation, Cyril came to his rescue, grabbing his bare feet and hooking his own feet to the edge of the roof.

Both of them hung upside down on the wall, seven or eight stories high, and they were either killed or injured when they fell.

"I didn't think you would save me." John sighed.

"Stop talking nonsense, think about how to get up." Cyril said with difficulty.

"You hold on, I think of a way." John said anxiously.

"I can't hold on." Cyril Road.

John looked up and saw Cyril's feet hooked into the moss at the edge of the roof, already trembling weakly.

The two looked at each other in despair.

Yes...

Yes...

Suddenly, both of them screamed at the same time.

Bang!

Bang!

Two bodies fell from a high altitude and fell in the women's alley standing on the street.

Plasma splattered, and a woman standing on the street who was relatively close to the street was splashed with blood stains in the two clumps of fat.

A famous killer and an outstanding agent ended up like this.

In an instant, the chicken coop exploded, and the frightened sounds sounded, and the girls standing on the street rushed out frantically, running away, trying to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, not wanting to get into trouble