disappeared for five years, Yang Chen's contact with his high school classmates was completely broken, and he couldn't find anyone he knew for a while, as for Li Nan, Yang Chen went to her house in the afternoon of the second day after he came back, but unfortunately, time has passed, and Li Nan's family has moved away, according to neighbors, to the provincial capital Xijing.

Hope goes, disappointment returns.

Yang Chen walked out of the community where Li Nan lived, still looking back, reluctant or looking forward to a miracle, he himself couldn't tell, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and spit out a smoke ring on his back, probably used to being teased by life, and the depressed mood disappeared without a trace after a while.

There is a fate to meet again.

Regarding love, Yang Chen believes in fate.

Walking along the not very spacious boulevard, it happened that a bus to return home stopped in front of the stop sign not far away, and he wanted to run a few steps to catch the bus, but two men with hideous faces squeezed out of the front door of the bus and rushed in his direction.

"Catch the thief!"

A middle-aged woman stumbled out of the car door, screaming helplessly.

The sparse passers-by either watched or pretended to be surprised and overreacted in time, but Yang Chen stared coldly at the two people who came running, like wolves waiting for an opportunity to move, and at the moment when the two of them bypassed him on both sides, he stretched out his hands, and at the same time clasped the necks of the two people, and slammed the person to the ground.

The two thieves fell on all fours and fell into a daze.

They never thought that in this era of declining world, there are really people who are well fed and brave enough to stand up for righteousness.

The middle-aged woman ran over panting, bent down and snatched her wallet from a thief, and then thanked Yang Chen again and again, turned around and got on the bus in three steps, the two thieves got up in embarrassment, grinning and rubbing their necks, one of the thin men with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks had palpitations and pulled his companion away from Yang Chen a few steps, and then said fiercely: "Be nosy, be dead, if you have a kind of wait here for the master." ”

Who is Yang Chen, who cares about the threat of the two thieves, he slowly lit the second cigarette, and said Mo Ran: "Okay, I'll wait here for half an hour." ”

The two thieves glanced at each other, turned around and ran away.

Yang Chen did what he said, he really waited on the side of the road, an old man who swept the road probably knew the details of the two thieves, and after two times, he kindly reminded him to hurry up, he laughed at it, the old man sighed helplessly, muttering that the young man was angry and stubborn and would suffer after all.

Suffer?

No matter how ruthless he is, Yang Chenhuo is so big that he really hasn't suffered a loss.

In just ten minutes, the two thieves who had been hurt by Yang Chen had called more than a dozen people, half of them carrying iron rods and wooden sticks, and the bald heads in front of the crowd even carried the thick North Kaishan knife with a blade, and they were violent.

The old man who swept the street hurriedly pushed the cleaning cart to avoid it, and before leaving, he still hated iron and steel, and glanced at Yang Chen, as if he thought that Yang Chen would suffer a loss if he didn't listen to the old man.

Yang Chen laughed at the old man, slowly snuffed out the cigarette butt, deep and calm, and turned to face the dozen thugs, this guy blatantly assassinated the defectors of the Republican ** side on the streets of Washington back then, and the Washington police and the CIA lost more than 30 people, and he didn't even see what he looked like, how could these scum get into his eyes.

These gangsters also have a bit of gangster professionalism, they don't say a word when they meet, they the guys, the bald man with the machete has a hideous face and slashes the top of Yang Chen's brain, he is ruthless enough and fast enough.

Yang Chen's eyes followed the knife, purposefully staggered and dodged close to the bald man, avoiding the machete that fell from the veneer, and at the same time, his right hand hugged the back of the bald head's neck, and pressed it down.

Disheveled!

The bald man's burly body couldn't withstand Yang Chen's force, as if he was being hit down by a huge force, and then he overturned on the side of the road, and his ugly face was full of blood.

Yang Chen, who was watching the sixth road, did not stagnate in the slightest because of the downing of one person, and the left hand was carelessly blocked, and the hollow aluminum tube that swept from the side was extremely exaggerated, and then, the stunned sneak attacker was slapped by Yang Chen's small but extremely domineering leg to the front of the calf bone, and fell to his knees, his brain was still sluggish, and he was knocked down by Yang Chen's slap in half a circle.

Just a second or two.

Yang Chen put down two people in a row.

A series of actions, simple and swift, revealing fierceness.

The rest of the people were stunned, but they besieged more frantically, Yang Chen was like a phantom, moving in the narrow gap to counterattack, and every time he shot, someone always fell.

The sanitation uncle, who had avoided the distance in advance, was dumbfounded.

Sporadic passers-by stopped, as unbelievable as the old man, and when someone reacted and wanted to take a picture with his mobile phone, the gorgeous drama of a dozen or so has come to an end, even if people who don't believe in the magic of national arts, witnessing this situation, they must be convinced that Jet Li's modern kung fu movies are not exaggerated at all, even if the criticized "Black Man".

I don't know when the 110 patrol car happened to appear on the side of the road, until the gangsters helped each other and stumbled to escape, the patrol police in the car came back from this gorgeous drama and pushed the car door to chase, but only two policemen restrained two people, and the rest of the people, birds and beasts dispersed.

"Yangzi, it's you?!"

A policeman handcuffed the thugs under him, looked back and saw the true face of the tough guy, and couldn't help but shout, such a familiar voice, Yang Chen frowned in astonishment, and looked for a closer look Isn't this the iron buddy Hao Yong back then.

Brothers reunited.

Hao Yong rushed up and punched Yang Chen, almost out of control of his emotions, and complained loudly, "Yang Zi, your mother has been missing for five years, and there is no news, and the brothers are worried about death." ”

Yang Chen, who did not dodge or avoid being punched by Hao Yong, knew that this punch symbolized irreplaceable brotherhood, and when he said one punch, he was also happy to punch him ten times, and said with a smile: "Your kid finally followed your father's path and became a policeman, and the three generations of policemen of his ancestors and grandchildren are also a good story in our Xinfeng." ”

"It's bad for me again, you don't know me yet, I'm just messing around." Hao Yong calmed down his emotions, hehehe, he smiled, looked up and down carefully at the former iron buddies, there were more feelings he couldn't say than back then, and he suddenly remembered the regiment commander who had reprimanded him in the army, and suddenly realized.

This is the temperament that has precipitated after countless trials of life and death.

What has Yang Zi done over the years? Hao Yong was straight, and couldn't help but ask Yang Chen, Yang Chen chuckled and said that this was a secret, Hao Yong, who had also been a soldier, immediately understood, and no longer asked the bottom of the matter, knowing in his heart that Yang Zi had been missing for five years, and it was almost evaporated from the world, and it was by no means as simple as being a soldier in the 38th Army.

The two thugs were escorted into a police car.

Yang Chen made a record of the form, made an appointment with Hao Yong to meet at a time and place in the evening, and watched the 110 patrol car go away, in the patrol car, Hao Yong's colleague drove a long way, still looking excited, and asked Hao Yong, "Is it really your buddy?" Can I learn Kung Fu from a teacher? ”

", my brother doesn't take apprentices."

Hao Yong greatly despised his colleagues, and felt in his heart that Yang Zixiong was better than back then, faintly looking forward to the future of his good brother, and he firmly believed that the person he admired would not be mediocre.