Black person!

It's been a long time since Bruce has heard the word in person, even in a virtual reality world where people don't know each other.

He could clearly tell that this was not the "one" or "inner one" that his Chinese friends often misunderstood, nor the casual tone of his black brothers when they joked with each other.

It's real, full of jokes, with a sharp voice, with a commanding tone, an insulting word.

Therefore, when he heard someone shouting the word so loudly and clearly behind him, Bruce immediately turned his head away with an angry face.

Behind him was a pile of supplies, boxes of ammunition, and wooden frames filled with cans and Coke bottles, which formed a pyramid more than a meter high.

A large white man with an open coat revealing a white vest was sitting on the pile of supplies, and next to him stood four other white men, all in military uniforms but without guns on their backs, all looking at him with a playful expression.

"What did you say?" Bruce suppressed his anger, after all, he still had a shred of sanity, knowing that this was a military camp and could not fight.

"I called you here! Shine my shoes! The big white man in the middle didn't seem to take Bruce's angry face to heart, but threw a pair of shoes in his hand.

It was a pair of classic American-style black military boots, probably because of the long time it had rained before, and it was stained with black-brown mud.

That's when Bruce noticed that the reason why the white man was sitting on the pile of supplies was because he had taken off his shoes and only had a pair of dirty socks on his feet.

Bruce ignored the tossed boots and continued to ask, "I said...... What did you just call me? ”

The group of people on the opposite side paused for a moment, and then looked at each other, as if they had not heard Bruce's words clearly, and as if they were full of surprise at Bruce's words.

"?" One of them asked, "Do you not understand English?" You're a. ”

"Not necessarily, maybe he just got caught out of the forest." The other laughed.

"Hurry up and polish my shoes!" The white man sitting on the supplies frowned, took out a bottle of Coke from the wooden frame, and continued to give orders: "Do you have to let me kick your ass?" ”

It seems that they don't know what they are doing wrong.

Bruce took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled again, and strode forward.

He stepped past the dirty boots on the ground and toward the white men, his steps getting faster and faster.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

One meter.

"Fack!"

Bruce raised his fist and slammed it into the face of the white man in the lead.

"Thunderbolt"

Seventeen or eighteen wooden frames collapsed, cans and Coke bottles were scattered to the ground, and the sturdy body of the white man fell to the mud.

Fortunately, he was in good health, not unconscious, nor beaten, the surprise on his face disappeared, and his freckled face was quickly filled with anger until it turned red.

As he got up, he squeezed the words out between his teeth: "Kill this for me!" ”

Only then did several of his companions react and surrounded Bruce.

Two of them also circled behind Bruce, unsure whether to subdue him from behind or to prevent him from escaping.

The other two lunged straight up, two fists swung at Bruce.

Their response was clearly wrong and irrational.

First of all, they overestimated the strength of their own side, and there were five of them, none of whom had guns on them, and lacked the means to protect themselves at the last minute.

Secondly, they lacked sufficient intelligence support, and the person standing in front of them was not an ordinary, not a they were common.

Bruce has learned Chinese kung fu for fifteen years, and it has been modernly improved, integrating Wing Chun, taekwondo leg techniques, modern boxing techniques, a small number of fencing techniques, some judo sleeping techniques, and a complete theoretical system, modern all-round free fighting techniques: Jeet Kune Do!

It was a skill he had painstakingly honed over the course of fifteen years, and he made a living from it as a profession.

This body made Bruce a little unaccustomed to it, and felt that it was not as strong and powerful as in reality, and he was flexible and natural, but after taking a few punches from his opponent, he quickly found his rhythm and began to lead his opponent.

Forehand jab!

Mid-section side kick!

Lean over and let it go!

Hind leg hook kick to the lower abdomen!

Knee bang!

Hit the back hand!

Tempt the enemy with a low hand!

Kick your back!

Tongs! Clap your arms!

Straight punch to the head!

……

The battle lasted less than five minutes, and five minutes later, five white men were lying on the muddy floor, wailing and screaming.

Bruce clenched his fists, tucked his waist, and exhaled slowly, inhaling deeply to restore his strength and soothe his muscles......

He'd never felt so refreshed as he was now, like pouring a whole bottle of cold Coke into his stomach after a thousand sandbags on a summer day.

Is this what the head coach often says, "Shout Lily"?

It's so cool!

It's so cool to hit someone!

It's so cool to beat up these racists!

To be honest, although the security situation around Chinatown, where Bruce lives, is not very good, it is the first time in the past fifteen years that he has beaten someone so comfortably.

Needless to say, as an assistant teacher, he spends most of his time doing mechanical action demonstrations, helping students adjust their postures, occasionally practicing with his brothers and sisters, and his armor is also neat, and in many cases, he is also pressed to the ground and beaten.

The same is true on the street, due to the fear of legal punishment and the recklessness of the other party, if there is a conflict when messing around in a bar, it is often the choice of giving in instead of doing it.

Even the few times I encountered robbery, it was my own wallet and mobile phone, and I watched the robber who was obviously addicted to drugs on the other side leave, and the reason was very simple, the other party had a gun in his hand, and his mind was wrong at first glance.

Bruce raised his hand and looked at his fist.

There was a faint pain on the fist bone, which made him confirm once again that this was not his body, if it was his perennial training body, it should not be so many blows, and one punch could make the other party lie down.

What's going on with this game? Why not let us use our own bodies?

"Di ......", "Di ......", "Di ......"

Before Bruce could be confused, suddenly, a shrill flute sounded, followed by a group of seven or eight gendarmes with steel helmets and white stripes on them.

"What are you doing?" The leading gendarmes shouted loudly, and the rest pointed their guns at Bruce.

"Who did this?" The lead gendarme looked around, then looked at Bruce, "Did you see who beat them?" ”

"I did it." Bruce is single.

"You single-handedly knocked out the five of them?" The leading gendarme questioned: "Don't you know that our 1st Cavalry Division is forbidden to fight in private?" Say, where are your accomplices? ”

It's just a game, and Bruce is not afraid at all: "No one else, ......just me"

"Whoosh...... Rumble! ”

Before he could finish his words, a cannonball flew in the distance, landed not far from them, and exploded with a bang.

Immediately after, more shells shook the ground.