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

Guide, it is said that as long as you are a hands-off shopkeeper and ensure that the newcomer does not die, Yan Luo not only set the strategy of cleaning up the gangsters and occupying Chinatown as a sphere of influence, but also found a group of masters for the newcomers.

When Yan Luo was a newcomer, he didn't have such treatment, thanks to the talent of the heartless puppet as a hole card, he was lucky to get a dream gene point and clicked on the biochemical gene.

Of course, paying hard qigong in exchange for national arts, it is not without any benefit to Yan Luo himself, the body uses Guan Erye to open and hang + ten square stick method to refine strength, with the current advanced life, spirit body and learning ability, any national art can be easily learned, and it can also increase the accumulation - the words are embodied in a set of Wing Chun Kombat and with the power of words, can punches break through the speed of sound?

Leaving the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall, Yan Luo returned to the Axe Gang headquarters, which was still the same warehouse, and as he approached the door, he sensed something was wrong.

Two people knelt at the warehouse gate.

Farmer Zhang Dazhu and carpenter Zhao Youfu.

There are various types of modulators, these two are professional talents, but they lack the ability to fight bravely in the gang world, and they are not young and have no momentum, so they can only be a marginal person, and they have been at home at the headquarters for the past few days, and now they are kneeling at the door?

Wolf Warrior and Woolly Bear are gone, and they have gone with others to transform the incorporated gangster members.

Yanluo found that the two kneeling people were handcuffed and were pointed at their heads by several uniformed American police officers with guns.

"San Francisco Police Department."

He recognized the same people who rushed in during the fight in the ring that day.

"Did the Americans do something to our Axe Gang?"

Yan Luo is not surprised, after all, more than 200 people died, and the Axe Gang wants to monopolize Chinatown, it would be strange if the San Francisco Police Department did not do anything, and I heard that the sheriff was nicknamed "Iron Emperor". But to be honest, he doesn't want to cause trouble, the police department in San Francisco doesn't care, and now the bullying is to the end, and two newcomers have been kidnapped, how can this be endured?

Tang Seng's eyesight is not bad, and he can see that the two uncles have scars on their faces, so they should have been slapped for resisting.

"Gang leader of the Axe Gang, Don."

A fat American man with a big belly walked out of the warehouse, it was Sheriff Smith, with a cigar in his mouth: "I didn't expect that in just a few days, Chinatown would become like this, and the Red Party is really powerful enough." It's a pity that you've met me, Smith, the overlord of San Francisco, the Iron Emperor. He smiled and looked at Yanluo with a sinister gaze.

"You're supposed to be aiming at me, right? 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 that I can do qigong, and it will take a lot of effort to catch me, if you let the two of them go, I am willing to put handcuffs and will not resist." ”

"Good, you're wise."

Sheriff Smith's heart is very satisfied, he wants to arrest this "Elder Tang" in order to get the secret of Qigong, in addition, the personnel composition of the Axe Gang has fully understood the information gathered, several of them must be arrested, carpenters and farmers are worthless targets, and can only be used as hostages - catch the gang leader Elder Tang, these two people can be released.

A black policeman came up and handcuffed Yanluo.

Many Chinese were watching from a distance, and they couldn't help but sigh when they saw that the majestic Tang gang leader was handcuffed and held at gunpoint two days ago.

"Hey, sure enough, if something so big happens in Chinatown, Americans won't care."

"The Axe Gang is going to be finished now, what will become of Chinatown in the future? The gangs of Americans will definitely get in......"

Although the original 12 major gangs are ruthless enough, at least the members are all Chinese, and American gangsters will not treat Chinese people as people.

A Chinese person, seeing that the "Elder Tang" of the Axe Gang was handcuffed, some policemen also raised their hands and slapped the bald head in an insulting manner, a group of policemen laughed, although the two Chinese old men kneeling on the ground untied the ropes and handcuffs on their bodies, but they were kicked a few times at such an old age, and fell to the ground groaning in pain, and they were angry and helpless in their hearts.

Yan Luo looked at 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 got up from the ground through gritted teeth and quickly fled back to the warehouse, and closed the roller shutter.

Sheriff Smith didn't care, he first caught the secret of "Elder Tang" to find out the qigong, and these days just let the members of the Axe Gang loot the inheritance of the 12 major gangs, and then come to eliminate the rest of the people and receive the property in 2 days.

Soon a police van drove up, and two policemen escorted Yanluo from behind to push him into the car.

"Sheriff Smith, you're in trouble, you know?"

"Say what!"

A black policeman cursed, and prepared to smash Yan Luo's head with the gun in his hand, which was too conspicuous to smash easily.

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

Yan Luoyun's hard qigong broke the handcuffs.

The San Francisco policemen were also unlucky, and they provoked him, before the carpenter and the farmer were tied up and the rat thrower, in case the death of one or two newcomer guides, the job of the guide would be in vain, now what is he afraid of?

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

Yan Luo's right arm slammed into the punch.

"Bang!"

The black policeman's body flew out in the air, landed more than ten meters away and rolled around a few times before stopping, he struggled to raise his head from the ground, his mouth was full of blood, and his face was full of disbelief.

"You, you ......"

His head tilted, and he lost any breath.

"What's wrong?"

Suddenly such a change occurred, the other policemen were shocked and inexplicable, and the next second, a figure appeared in front of another policeman in front of everyone, and suddenly this guy also flew in the air, and the blood spurting out of his mouth drew a bright red arc - this guy's physique was not as good as the previous black man, and he fell to the ground, and he died without even screaming.

Kill two people in a row.

The cigar in Sheriff Smith's mouth fell to the ground, and his mind was still in a state of sudden and unexpected chaos.

"Murdered?"

Looking at the lively Chinese from a distance, seeing such a scene, they couldn't believe their eyes, the leader of the Axe Gang actually killed someone! Or the Americans who killed - whites and blacks! In broad daylight, killing 2 policemen in a row in full view, is this guy crazy?

There was silence around, and Yan Luo's movements did not stop under the gaze of everyone, rushing in front of the other two policemen, and one of them slapped while the two were stunned.

"Knock, knock!"

This time, instead of using the Yuanqi Great Mudra, he hit the other party's head with a shock-the two policemen immediately turned their eyes white, foamed at the mouth, and fell down with a limp.

This is the brain being shaken into a pulp by the concussion.

"Ahhh

A female policeman's frightened hairs stood on end, and she let out a scream out of tune, the sound woke everyone else, Sheriff Smith took a deep breath, the fat body of this American fat man trembled a little, how dare this Chinese kill people, how can he kill people!

This is a Chinese!

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

Timid, diligent and cowardly Chinese.

Moreover, they are police officers, not to mention that the Chinese in Chinatown are local American gangsters, and those black people, or the brutal Mexicans, or the Italian mafia, will not be able to kill the police officers of the San Francisco Police Department in broad daylight under the gaze of so many people - this is simply the opposite. Smith was furious and hateful, and as he stepped back to distance himself, he yelled at the remaining cops, "Shoot, shoot him!" ”

"Bang, bang!"

Piercing gunfire rang out, and onlookers in Chinatown scrambled to flee or find cover to prevent accidental killing.

"What?"

"It can't be!"

A look of horror appeared on the faces of one of the policemen, and they saw that the bullets hit each other's bodies, and they actually exploded small sparks.

"Whew!"

With a cracking sound, Yan Luo's Tang jacket shattered violently, and pieces of rags flew in the air current, revealing tattoos of Buddha and God. Several policemen were still shooting, and this time everyone could see clearly, the bullet hit the guy's body and immediately bounced, and the red sparks kept lighting up on the skin, but they couldn't do any damage.

It's as if his body wasn't flesh and blood, but steel!

"Invulnerable, invincible!"

There are some old Chinese men who recall in their minds the slogan of the Boxer boxer.

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

There are also many people who have their eyes fixed on the tattoos of Shakyamuni and Jehovah.

"Impossible! In this world, how can anyone use their body to resist bullets! Smith also pulled out his pistol and fired desperately at Yanluo, even hitting the door of the head with a few bullets, but he soon despaired.

"Why can't it be?"

Yan Luo stretched the naked upper body of Tang Seng's doppelganger and made a few poses: "I am a bulletproof warrior monk!" ”

In 2002, Chow Yun-fat filmed a bulletproof warrior monk in the United States, playing a monk from Tibet, China, who is invulnerable and bullets can't break through his skin - people in this place have seen such a scene in advance.

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

The bullet of the sniper rifle is enough to shoot him in the head, and the other submachine guns and heavy machine guns can't resist it, because the rate of fire is too fast, and the vitality has no time to run to resist. The essence of hard qigong is to mobilize the vitality from the body, which is contained in the skin, if a single bullet of the machine gun is enough to disperse the vitality gathered in the skin, it is a large-caliber desert eagle, and that penetrating force is enough to break through his defenses.

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

"Run!"

After all, Smith is one of the leaders of the Blood Gang and the highest-ranking sergeant in the entire San Francisco Police Department, and he immediately wants to run away when he sees that the situation is not good.

"Escaped......"

"But you, did you escape?"

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no way to break into hell."

Yan Luo chased after Smith, and caught up with him in a few big strides, still carrying the hard qigong, and the vitality gathered on the palm of his hand, and the stimulated blood accelerated to produce extremely high heat, making this right palm turn red. This is one of the most powerful moves of the Genki Sect's secret lineage: the Bloody Great Mudra! If the Genki Mahamudra is nirvana, this move is undoubtedly mysterious.

Sheriff Smith sensed the approach of death, and the fat man was actually very afraid of death—people of status and status were usually afraid of death.

He cried out in tears, "Don't kill me!" I'm the sheriff of San Francisco, kill me, Mayor Henry won't let you go!" Don't kill me! ”

"Bang!"

With this palm, Smith's fat body soared forward, like a fat pig flying up, and fell heavily to the ground, and finally lay on the ground motionless, the police uniform on the back was melted into a palm-shaped hole by the big handprint, and he was lying on the ground face down, a pool of blood was rapidly expanding.

Yanluo chased after the others and killed all the fleeing policemen.

"How dare you!"

The onlookers all looked at Yan Luo with terrified eyes, it was nothing that the previous criticism meeting was held to kill 13 gangsters, after all, those were just Chinese, and now the 10 people who have died, only 2 are black, 8 are white, and one is the chief of the San Francisco Police Department! In this Bay Area, he is an out-and-out big man.

"It's over, Chinatown is over."

A Chinese man suddenly sat on the ground with his legs limp.

He muttered: "Sheriff Smith is dead, and 9 other people are dead, 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 die, but we, the Chinese onlookers, will also die, and the whole Chinatown may be demolished, and we will be finished. ”

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

"Afraid of what? Isn't it just killing a sheriff and a couple of cops? ”

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

"Will it be okay?"

Someone asked expectantly: "Could it be that you have any background and background in the U.S. government that can suppress this matter?" ”

"Nope."

Yan Luo waved his hand: "If something else happens, such as ...... If the mayor of San Francisco, Henry, dies, or even the president of the United States, I'm afraid no one will pay attention to the life or death of a police chief, right? Don't look at me like that, I'm just saying it's possible. ”

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

"I am as good as the left, God on the right, and the gods and Buddhas will bless me—Amen."

This "Amen" is actually not the Amen of the Christian prayer, but Amitabha Buddha + Amen, take the pronunciation of the first and last words, and naturally become Amen.

On the other side, Yan Luo himself, who was studying the script in downtown San Francisco, said to Vivien Leigh, who was studying the script: "I have something to do, go out for a while." ”