Cole, who didn't want to be controlled and used, was still used, and the Freemasons lent him a few "reliable" masters, claiming to help him at critical moments.

But now who is helping him, obviously wants to harm him.

If Yang Chen died, the entire Gambino family jumped into the Yellow River and could not be washed, and would suffer the crazy revenge of the Arctic fox, he was shocked to look at Yang Chen under the rainy night, shocked by Yang Chen's alertness, this perverted guy actually sensed the silent danger, and avoided the deadly bullet for a second.

Is this human?

Cole's heart turned upside down.

On the lawn outside the villa, Yang Chen spun sideways for more than two meters, and as his body rotated rapidly, the rain soaked his clothes turned into little droplets and threw out.

The keen vigilance cultivated by fighting against death countless times helped Yang Chen escape again, Yang Chen turned around and landed instantly, pulled out a gun from behind his waist, and shot intuitively, killing the sniper who appeared on the top of the villa.

Killed by one shot.

Divine marksmanship, practiced by tens of thousands of bullets, ordinary people persistently study one thing, most of them practice makes perfect, amazing, not to mention Yang Chen, who is extremely talented and can endure hardships more than ordinary people.

The two luxurious wooden doors of the four-story villa were open, and fifty or sixty strong men in black poured out, and Yang Chen, who had killed the sniper, was fearless, quickly stood up, put away his gun, and ran wildly on tiptoe, so fast that the windbreaker soaked in the rain could still flutter.

Ha!

Fifty or sixty strong men roared and galloped at the same time to form a neat phalanx, pulling out the posture, Yang Chen, who was running, sneered when he saw this, this scene scared ordinary people.

Maybe the downpour obstructed the vision, maybe Yang Chen's speed was too fast, everyone in the queue only felt that their eyes were sparkling, someone in the front row screamed and flew up, and his strong body drew a parabola in the air, and fell into the center of the team, like a stone breaking the calm lake, trembling and shaking.

Yang Chen took advantage of the gap to attack.

Fifty or sixty people were pressed back and forth by Yang Chen's majestic momentum, retreating into the gorgeous hall of the villa, and no one could stop Yang Chen's blow.

Cole had already appeared by the solid wood fence on the second floor of the hall, silently looking at Yang Chen below, trying his best to restrain the fluctuating mood, but it was difficult to perfectly hide the horror on his face.

In the hall, there are only more than ten people left, and these men who have received combat training are at a loss at the moment, and they are at a loss, and they are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Yang Chen took a step forward, and more than a dozen people took a step back.

"We'll play with you!"

With this shout, four men with a master's demeanor jumped from the second floor almost at the same time, blocking Yang Chen's invincible edge.

A black man with extraordinarily exaggerated muscular lines, an Asian with his hands wrapped in sackcloth, and two burly white European and American men.

Yang Chen stopped and looked at the four of them.

The big black man like King Kong should be a boxing master, a skinny Asian who moves his hands and feet, must be proficient in Muay Thai, and the posture of two white strong men belongs to the road of free fighting.

The experienced Yang Chen saw the details of the four of them at a glance, smiled lightly, stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers, and motioned for the four of them to be side by side.

The big black man who was nearly two meters tall was furious, and took the lead in bullying Yang Chen, and the fast left hook bombarded Yang Chen's cheek, and the heavyweight professional boxer attacked with all his strength, and the weight of the punch could reach 800 kilograms to one ton, which could theoretically kill a sturdy bull.

The big black man's swift left hook was not much worse than that of the professional boxing champion, but unfortunately, he met Yang Chen, who was cultivating both inside and outside, and Yang Chen met it with one hand, steadily grabbing the fist that smashed into his cheek, and still did not move.

That's not all, Yang Chen twisted when he grabbed the fist of this fierce man, and cleverly turned the impact force that should have been borne by him into a huge torque, and the entire left arm of the big black man was instantly twisted into a twist, and the bones were broken.

Four or two dials a thousand pounds.

The highest level of Taijiquan.

Yang Chen used it as he pleased.

When the other three of them helped, one of the big black man's arms had already been scrapped, and his painful face was distorted, but he didn't forget to wave his right fist to fight back, wanting to exchange Yang Chen's life for the price of one arm.

Yang Chen calmly lowered his head, avoided the big black man's right hook, bent down, hooked his right leg, and smashed the big black man's face door with a scorpion swing tail.

The big black man screamed, stumbled and retreated, blocking the attack of the two white companions, only the Muay Thai master rushed to Yang Chen's approach in time, and with the help of the power of running a few steps, he kicked Yang Chen's head with his knees violently.

Yang Chen, who had not yet straightened his waist, was not in a mess in the face of danger, clasped his hands and pressed the hard knees that came from the top, and after resolving the crisis, he did not give the Thai people any chance to react, but instead pressed to grasp, pinched the other party's legs, and slammed his waist and eyes violently, stood up and shook his hands, and exaggerated the Thai people who were on their backs and forks on the wall seven or eight meters away.

The walls rattled.

A portrait hanging on the wall then falls.

The slumped Thai clasped his hands on his chest and abdomen, spurting scarlet blood, and it was obvious that his internal organs had been shattered and he was completely incapacitated.

The four self-proclaimed masters, in just a few seconds, one was disabled and one was injured, and the remaining two white strong men looked at each other, and finally realized how strong Yang Chen was.

On the second floor, Cole was pale.

These four people, as well as the guy who sneaked up to the roof to snipe Yang Chen's counter-killing, were the masters lent to him by the Freemasons, but they were so vulnerable.

Are they too weak?

Cole squinted his eyes and denied this idea, the matter has come to this point, and he has to admit that Yang Chen is too strong, and he doesn't seem to belong to the world that mortals are familiar with.

What to do Cole asked himself over and over again, and at the same time, downstairs, the two white strong men hesitated for a moment, and then roared with hideous faces, and rushed towards Yang Chen again.

Look for death!

Yang Chen sneered and stood still, and suddenly this tough man who was calm no matter how powerful the opponent was, his handsome face suddenly appeared with an unprecedented solemnity, and the two crazy strong men approaching him tore open their shirts, revealing the bombs on their bound bodies.

Judging from his experience, the special bombs on the two of them were enough to destroy everything in the hall, and it was crazy to carry out a suicide bomb attack on Cole in his own house?

Tremble in the balance.

Yang Chen was not allowed to think too much, and he was not allowed to draw a gun to shoot, because the two of them had already shaken the remote control in their hands, and they only needed to press it lightly, and they would die together.

Bang! Bang!

Sudden gunshots rang out from the second floor.

Two white strong men who were outflanked left and right fell at Yang Chen's feet, the back of his head blossomed, and he had no chance to detonate the bomb, Yang Chen slowly raised his eyes, and on the second floor, Cole, who had two guns in his hands, lowered the muzzle of his gun and said with a wry smile: "They are not my people, they are Freemasons, and they want to blame me." ”

Yang Chen nodded calmly.

It is indeed not Cole's style to die and escape together.

Cole went downstairs, walked in front of Yang Chen, took a deep breath, and knelt down, instead of being a substitute for the Masonic Dead, it was far better to be a lackey with a beautiful scenery.

He said dejectedly: "I am willing to accept punishment for my incompetence." ”

Yang Chen looked down at Cole, who was kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently: "Get up, people, it is inevitable that you will make mistakes, but you remember, I will not give you a second chance." ”