Yan Chen thought about it, and this was indeed the reason.

It's really difficult to get the source of fire without knowing it.

But now he has to think about finding a place to rest.

Now in 2007, it seems that the plot is not far away, and even around these days.

Speaking of which.

The city locations in the world of "Transformers" are somewhat blinding.

One moment in the HSD Ministry of Defense in country m, and the next time I jumped to Los Angeles, and the production staff is also a dog, so I don't want to mark it for such an important thing.

And I didn't even write where the protagonist's family lives, so I'm really drunk.

But come to think of it, there should be nothing wrong with being in China-Sheng-Don.

Presently.

Let's find a place to rest first.

The identity that the system arranges for itself is a gangster, and he still has no home and lives in an abandoned railway station.

That's enough.

That's when it happened.

The three of them were white men with strange tattoos on their backs, muscular, and strange tattoos, and occasionally violent guys in the depths of their eyes, talking and laughing, and were walking towards Yan Chen.

Looked at.

Excitement flashed in his eyes, Hi, yes, the fortune boy has arrived.

can think of his dignified angelic and civilized prince, the husband of the current queen, who has fallen to the moment of needing "assistance" from others.

It's sad.

"O'Neill, tonight the boss asked us to go to a place called Brilliant Bar to collect protection money, how much do you think we should charge?"

"Hey, the yellow monkey opened a bar on our territory to make money, and it must be 40% profitable, otherwise we will smash that bar......"

"Jerk, brother, can you please stop being so violent? 40% profit, are you sure not to live in paradise? I'm sure that as long as you dare to charge such a high protection fee, brother, you won't be able to see the sun in the sky tomorrow. ”

"FUCK, damn bastards, these damn capitalists, all deserve to be on the gallows, vampires!"

The guy who originally said that he would receive 40% of the profit protection fee scolded angrily when he heard his companion's words.

How could he not know what his companion said would not see the sun the next day!

As long as he dares to do so.

Then the Chinese industry, which has received protection money by itself, will definitely risk killing citizens and hire those ruthless people who lack money to kill them.

"Hello, brothers, hello!"

Yan Chen, who has a very sensitive sense of hearing, after hearing the conversation of the three people, there is no psychological burden in his heart, and the target of the robbery is them.

"Yellow-skinned monkey? Fuck off, believe it or not, Lao Tzu hit your head? ”

After seeing this yellow man who hated him, O'Neill, who hated the Oriental very much, said angrily.

Dare to stand in their way, this yellow-skinned monkey doesn't want to live anymore?

Although this guy is blonde and has white skin, the other party's height and appearance characteristics.

He can conclude that this is definitely Oriental.

"It looks like there are no cameras here, and there aren't many ...... people"

Yan Chen looked around at the situation around him, it turned out that this was a chaotic area of the three sects and nine streams, and he muttered without whispering.

And the three O'Neills, seeing that this yellow-skinned monkey who dared to block himself and others, actually didn't consciously give way to them, and they couldn't help but show anger in their eyes.

What do you mean?

Look down on the three of them?

All right.

Since I look down on the three of them, I'll kill you bastard.

Although they are not very many people here, the yellow race is not careful when they see them, lest they have a strong figure.

It's a good day.

They were actually blocked by the guy they often bullied.

Suddenly.

The eyes of the three of them flashed with ferocity, and they didn't care where they were, and kicked them with one kick.

The other two flanked Yan Chen left and right.

A punch slammed into his head.

Could it be that this guy or that kung fu kid Bruce Lee can't do it?

If this guy was Bruce Lee, a kung fu kid, they would immediately turn around and leave.

Unfortunately, no.

What's more, Kung Fu kid Bruce Lee has been dead for many years.

They don't believe that the yellow race will produce another Bruce Lee.

"Look for death."

Seeing the three gringos who had attacked, Yan Chen's face couldn't help but turn cold.

I didn't want to use violence, but this group of dogs deceived people too much, and I had no choice but to defend myself.

Yan Chen's this can be said to be shameless to the extent of shamelessness, robbing the rich and helping the poor does not show his violent side, how can he rob the rich and help the poor?

He shot like lightning, controlling the force to smash the fists of the two people, and his legs suddenly retracted.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

Three bone cracking sounds rang out, accompanied by three screams.

O'Neill's flirtatious legs were directly deformed, and Yan Chen kicked out as fast as lightning, and he flew out directly, and his chest was dented.

The guy who attacked him left and right was directly deprived of an arm.

on this.

He still didn't get angry, his figure flashed, the afterimage was like a charm, and he kicked out, and the two of them were directly discarded by him.

Fourth-generation gods vs mortals, complete victory.

The three of them didn't touch the corners of Yan Chen's clothes...... Wait a minute.

Wrong.

O'Neill's leg touched Yan Chen's leg, and the hands of the other two touched his arm.

Therefore, the three of them still have some effect, and they can touch the fourth generation of divine bodies, which is gratifying.

Although they are all passive, they have achieved what is impossible for mortals to do.

"Click."

Another sound of bones shattering.

Yan Chen ruthlessly crushed O'Neill's arm, daring to attack him, one hand and one leg should be the price of the shot.

And O'Neill, this guy, fainted in pain.

There were two mournful wails beside him, and what a beautiful and gentle moan in his ears.

"Poor ghost."

After searching the pockets and wallets of the three people, Yan Chen couldn't help but pout, and his eyes were full of disdain.

The sum of three people's money is less than $1,100!

Shouldn't gangsters eat meat in big bowls and drink in big bowls?

Poor like this.

This is the morning of the death.

More than $1000 is already good, it's cash not a bank card.

Moreover, the purchasing power of the US dollar in country M is not the same as that of China.

It is also possible that Yan Chen is used to the days when every world is implanted with a terrific identity, and there are at least millions of dollars, so he looks down on more than a thousand dollars.

"Bang bang bang!"

Seeing that the two people were still screaming, Yan Chen went up with a few big mouths, and directly beat the two people who were lying on the ground and wailing, and they were still awake to stop wailing.

They all looked at Yan Chen in horror, since they became gang members, they were all used to the lives of other yellows, whites and blacks.

Who would have thought that he would meet a ruthless person today?

With a few slaps from Yan Chen, two bright red slap marks appeared on their faces, and the two endured the pain from the broken arm and leg, and said in horror: "Hat do you ant to do?" (What do you want to do)"

"Where can I find an internet café nearby?"

Seeing that the two of them were honest, Yan Chen smiled with satisfaction and asked.

It's just that his smile, in the eyes of the two gringos, is like a devil's smile.

Ps. Third Update!

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