On the suburban farm, Su Chong got up early and came to the open space in front of the house to practice boxing.

The Brotherhood killers are all at the top, and he desperately needs to improve his strength.

After a while, Carlos also came out to move his hands and feet. Three days passed, and he had fully recovered from his injuries, and he had to sigh at the miracle of white wax oil.

"It's not enough to just work on strength, you need to learn to use it." Carlos looked at it for a moment and shook his head.

"Use power?" Su Zhong raised an eyebrow.

"Your moves are amazing, and they can quickly stimulate the muscles of the whole body." Carlos was truly impressed that this set of moves was more efficient than the training he received in the Brotherhood.

"It's a pity, it's just strength workouts, it's like you go to the gym to build muscles, there's strength but it's all dead power." Carlos said lightly.

Don't look at his thin body, and his strength is not very great. But even if he punches with his bare hands, whether it is a famous strong man or a world-class boxing champion, he can't stop Carlos's assassination. If they are accompanied by knives and guns, killing them is like slaughtering chickens and ducks.

Su Zhong didn't speak, and looked at Carlos with strange eyes.

"Don't believe me?" Carlos moved his hands and feet: "Come, punch me!" "He wants to make Su Chong feel the gap.

"That's what you said!" Su Chong's face was full of strangeness.

"Come on, come on, let me teach you what a murderous fist is." Carlos was unimpressed.

Su Chong smiled, his calf muscles suddenly tensed, like a cheetah, and he suddenly disappeared in place.

The figure swayed from side to side, and Su Zhong appeared in front of Carlos almost instantly. The fingers were raised, the knuckles flexed like a heavy axe, and stabbed Carlos in the throat. If it is smashed this time, the throat bone will be shattered!

Carlos's pupils contracted suddenly, and his scalp tingled. The mortal danger made his hair stand on end, and his body instinctively leaned back.

The white palm of the hand rubbed the nostrils and missed, and the nails easily cut through the tip of the nose, bringing a little bead of blood.

Su Zhong was not surprised that Carlos could dodge, and his palm sank suddenly, like a big seal, and slapped Carlos on the chest with a bang.

Poof, Carlos fell to the ground with a bang.

"How's it going, okay?" Su Chong's figure stepped back lightly, and smiled lightly after moving away from Carlos.

Carlos is a little confused, could it be that the injury has not recovered yet?

"Come again!" He didn't believe it anymore.

A minute later, poof! Carlos was kicked three meters away by Su Chong, and he lay on the ground like a dog chewing.

"Are you still coming?" Su Zhong laughed.

Dare to compare with him to a murderous fist. Whether it's a killer or a ninja master, he's a genius at killing. Su Zhong followed them to learn, and any part of his body could be turned into a killing weapon!

"Wait, you let me slow down." Rubbing his sore back, Carlos was a little confused. He admits that Su Chong's cultivation method is amazing, and he can quickly exercise the muscles of the whole body. But just because you're powerful doesn't mean you can use it.

"Impossible, how can you defeat me?" Carlos still couldn't figure it out.

Su Zhong rolled his eyes: "I'm a rich man anyway, can't I ask someone else to teach me martial arts?" ”

"It's even more wrong." Carlos frowned: "Ordinary fighting techniques are not the opponent of the Brotherhood's killing fist technique at all!" ”

Of course, Su Chong wouldn't tell him that his boxing skills came from other worlds.

"Stop pondering, let's go, go to dinner." Su Zhong smiled.

Carlos frowned and followed Su Chong, he really couldn't understand it.

According to the information he gathered, Su Chong was just a rich man, and he had never heard of such a powerful martial arts.

At the dinner table, Su Chong ignored Carlos' suspicions and ate in a big gulp. Carlos has been accustomed to this kind of scene for a month, and he is still frightened by Su Chong's amazing appetite.

After the meal, Carlos and Sue said hello and left the farm. In the past few days, he needs to recollect information about the Brotherhood. What's more, he has to take it slowly. Being knocked down by Su Chong with a move, he felt a little like he was dreaming.

"Still have to wait. We'll talk about it in a few days. Su Zhong watched Carlos drive away thoughtfully.

He has gained some of Carlos' trust, but it is not enough.

"Before this time, let's improve our strength first." After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, Su Chong came to the basement.

"I used to be a gun enthusiast." Su Zhong slowly looked at the guns in the room, which saved him a lot of energy, and he didn't have to look for a channel to find these things.

Removing a pistol from the wall, Sue flipped it over to look at it.

A sense of strangeness came, and Su Chong had a hunch that no matter how his marksmanship was before, his current marksmanship must be rotten!

"Is it a physical cause?" Su Zhong was puzzled. In the post-apocalyptic world, he felt familiar with the first time he touched the gun. Two shots were fired and the feeling was found, and the accuracy soared.

While thinking, Su Chong's hands did not stop. Stumbling to disassemble the gun into a pile of parts, and then slowly assemble it.

Most of the strangeness just now disappeared!

Su Chong raised his eyebrows, he felt that if he shot again, his head would still be very bad, but it would be much better than just now.

"My marksmanship skills haven't disappeared, but I've changed my body and come into contact with firearms from different worlds, so I feel strange!"

He disassembled and assembled the pistol again. The movements are obviously much more proficient than the first time.

Dismantled again and again, Su Zhong gradually became more comfortable.

Bite!

There was a soft sound, and a line of handwriting popped out of the skill panel in his mind.

Firearms Mastery: Level 1.

The corners of his mouth curled, this is really a lot of skills. The skills you practiced before can be mastered quickly even if you don't have the original advancement!

Others need a large amount of bullets to practice guns, but as long as he is familiar with firearms, he can regain his sense and obtain superb marksmanship.

Su Zhong disassembled the pistol five times in a row, until the pistol was in his hand, as if his arm was extended.

Turning his head to look at the guns in the basement, Su Zhong hesitated. These guns don't know how high they can increase their gun mastery.

Then he buried his head and began to dismantle the gun.

As the mastery of firearms reached the first level, Su Zhong looked at the various firearms in the room, and a sense of intimacy arose.

"Now pick up the gun and shoot, although you won't hit a hundred rings, but it's still okay to hit eight or nine rings with ten rings" Su Chong has this confidence.

Carlos came back and walked into the basement, and the smell of gun oil filled the room almost smoked him out.

Su Zhong took advantage of the disassembly to maintain all the firearms.

Watching Su Chong's hands shake out an afterimage, he quickly disassembled the gun. Carlos remembered the morning fiasco, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart: "It's okay if you don't know how to shoot?" ”

Immediately, he relaxed. The Brotherhood has been passed down for thousands of years, and the assassination techniques have kept pace with the times. In the past, they relied on fists and feet, but now they rely more on firearms.

If you talk about fighting competitions, he's still a little weak, but when it comes to firearms, hehe......

Carlos looked indifferent: "No matter how well the gun is dismantled, it can't improve the accuracy." Marksmanship requires a lot of bullets to practice. ”

Su Zhong looked at Carlos strangely, and always felt that this calm guy was pretending.

Bite!

Firearms Mastery: Level 2.

In an instant, all sorts of gun design techniques came to mind. His muscles were hot, as if something had returned, and Su Chong felt reassured.

Looking at Carlos who was dangling around with his hands behind his back, the corners of Su Chong's mouth turned up slightly: "Or, Bibi?" ”

Carlos: How does "......" feel like this scene is somewhat familiar?

Anyway, let's teach this stinky guy a lesson. Don't think that good martial arts are great. When it comes to marksmanship, the Brotherhood is the ancestor of guns!

"You can choose the time and place, and the model of the firearm is whatever you want."

Su Chong felt more and more that this guy was really pretending.

"Now then."

(End of chapter)