"Xiaoqi, let's go."

After dealing with everyone, Liu Jianming evacuated with a bruised Yandopah in his arms.

Xiaoqi was shocked to see it. The boss is awesome, the boss is so awesome. The scene I imagined in my mind should have saved the hostages and then been surrounded and intercepted by people all the way, chasing them like dogs.

But the scenes are shocking and even a little doubtful about life.

It turns out that rescuing hostages can be played like this, saving people and then defeating the pursuers. Isn’t this what no one will chase after them?

What a smart decision!

Xiao Qi was so envious and jealous that he hated him was almost crazy. How could a person have such a powerful skill? I would have learned it one or two.

Xiaoqi was so scared that he was afraid that he would be hacked to death by accident, but now there are a dozen or so big bosses around him, so why are you afraid of being furious?

Just like taking a walk, Xiaoqi walked by Liu Jianming with a relaxed look on his face and asked with a smile: "Big Boss, how do you practice your skills? Where do you learn from? Is the eldest brother Bruce Lee?"

"What Bruce Lee? I'm self-taught!" Liu Jianming said shamelessly. As soon as two subordinates rushed over from both sides, the two subordinates had no time to pretend and pose, and they were knocked over sharply by one punch.

"Wow! Boss, your fist seems to be very heavy? When you hit someone, you can't bear a punch, you can carry a tripod, right? It's the King of Western Chu, you know."

Xiao Qi's eyes raised his eyes and asked, and he had risen from envy, jealousy and hatred to worship. It would be impossible not to worship. Xiao Qi was once fortunate to witness the quarterly competition of the discipline army. At that time, he thought that those people were already very awesome, one to twenty, one to thirty, one to thirty, there was absolutely no problem, but now he has seen the strength of the boss and the power of the gods of one to one to one hundred. The King of War? I'm a big deal!

"Big Boss, can you teach me both ways? I'll take my brother." Xiao Qi looked full of hope, and he didn't want to fight one hundred like a boss. We shouldn't be too much. One fights five or one fights ten, it's just a careless way.

"Take you? OK!" Liu Jianming said casually, "My moves are only three words, 'Quick, accurate, ruthless', you see..."

Five more swords and axe players came from the front, all of whom heard the turmoil in the back hall and reinforcements. They screamed, showing off their might and were full of momentum. The swords and axes were slashing towards each other.

but……

The time to witness the miracle has come!

Liu Jianming performed what "fast, accurate, and ruthless" on the spot!

He instantly kicked out five feet, and even brought up afterimage, giving him a sense of unreality.

Slut a sex!

Five consecutive sounds exploded.

Five swords and axe fighters flew backwards one after another, and they didn't even have a chance to react, and they fled and fainted.

"Did you understand?" Liu Jianming glanced at Xiao Qi, "All martial arts in the world cannot be broken, but only if you are quick, you will lose your momentum. If you win with your strength, you will lose your momentum. If you win with your strength, you will die. I understand?"

Xiaoqi nodded blankly, then shook his head again.

I was fooled by this cheating force, and I had a cheating of 20.5 melee combat power. Even if you say shit is delicious, people believe it.

Liu Jianming patted his shoulder, "It's right if you don't understand, let's give you a simple example. You mentioned Bruce Lee just now, then do you know how many punches Bruce Lee can hit in one second? Nine punches! I kicked five kicks in one second, which is a little worse than him... Lao Tie, go back and practice slowly, don't you do more. You can hit two or three punches with all your strength in one second. Remember, it's all your strength, so you can at least fight five against one, and fight ten against one, understand?"

"Understand! Understand!" Xiao Qi nodded quickly and finally found the direction of "cultivation". The boss's experience has been learned a little, and it is enough to enjoy half his life. Since he has eaten the policeman's bowl of rice, he must be good at his skills. The better his skills, the more he can save his life.

On the other hand, seeing that the two guys not only came up to grab people blatantly, but also chatted and retreated calmly after robbing people, making people doubt their lives, Park Zha's nigger was immediately unhappy.

How come I put the face of the second leader of my Special Administrative Region on the ground and trampled on me crazy?

The nigger immediately took out a gun in the dark. Yes, it was a gun. Although the Special Administrative Region banned guns, it was not too easy to get one or two guns to hide them privately.

"Two bastards, I'll ruin you today. Is it because your fists and feet are fast, or my bullets are fast?"

Isn’t there a saying among the mainlanders that if you have a good kung fu, you will be defeated with one shot. Even if you are a century-old master, you will be ruined by one shot.

The nigger just chased after the gun with a few steps, but happened to be in contact with five other people.

"Pu Zha?!"

"Weng Sha?!"

The enemy was particularly jealous when they met. Yes, this nigger was about to meet Nuoka send him a group of Weng Sha and the five-member chicken-eating people who were attacking him.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Both sides fired at the same time.

Although the nigger fired a decisive shot, there were five people, five guns, and he only had one gun. Why did he fight with him?

Can one person win five people with a gun in front of the front? Can you eat the chicken smoothly? It doesn’t exist!

The chicken-eating rate of just five people in front of one person is infinitely close to zero.

Besides, this nigger is not a sharpshooter. Both of them are slap in battle attributes. If it weren't for the close distance, he would probably not be able to hurt anyone.

The nigger successfully injured a subordinate of Weng Sha and the five-member group, but he was also shot into a hornet's nest. He fell to the ground and twitched a few times, and then died.

Weng Sha confirmed that Park Zha had died. After successfully "eating chicken", he hurriedly asked other subordinates: "Where is Iondopa?"

A subordinate was quick to learn, caught the man who was beaten and sank on the ground, and asked, "Tell me quickly! Where has the person you caught?"

He was pressed against the gun, and he didn't dare not tell the truth. He hurriedly said, "I'm leaving, I've just been rescued by two old men."

What? Was rescued? And were two old men?!

That's right, Liu Jianming and Xiao Qi are the old man who is very old.

But Weng Sha couldn't believe it was true, and he wondered if he had heard it wrong. How could this bastard Park Zha be so useless? Any two old men could snatch people from their nests. This is so fucking. Such a hot person would be the best if he died.

Pooh!

He spat a sputum at Park Zha's body, and then ordered his elite men: "Hurry up! Chase me! Those two old men just left, and we can still catch up!"

On the other hand, Liu Jianming and Xiaoqi walked towards the bar door with the stolen hostages. When they met their subordinates who dared to block the road, they fists and feet. The fight was so bad that no one dared to come up to stop the two old men.

"Big Boss, you are so awesome!" Gao Gang gave a thumbs up admiringly, and expected it was very relaxed. He admired his decision so much. He was shameless and even wanted to pull Master Liu into the task force.
Chapter completed!