Hidden Assassin

The flames burned in several broken iron plates. Outside the factory, the white snow covered the hilly town. In the center of this rectangular field, two black youth have pushed and twisted. This level of fighting is not worth watching for Jiaming. He and Ahern stand behind the rear corner at this time, and Ahern is holding his fist and beating him, occasionally bending over his stomach, laughing and gasping.

“Hey... okay...” Jia Ming glanced at her eyes and couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth, "It's been half an hour, you still look like this, someone pointed you in the smile hole, didn't see that Mike and that guy had already fought... even if you step back, you smiled, why did you have to hit me when you smiled...”

“It's just... you're the one who lit my laughing hole, whoops, my stomach hurts.” Yahan bent over, a smiling face did not look good. However, even a beautiful woman smiled intermittently for more than half an hour, she was exaggerated. Not far away people looked at her with admiration. “I... I knew you were going to blame me when I looked at your serious expression... but I didn't think you were so shameless, haha... I remember that battle you had with Han Cheng...”

“Han Gangcheng? Who is it?”

“No way, you forgot.” Ahern smiled and stared at him with strange eyes, "that time their soccer ball hit the quiet head, you spit on the ring, gave him a broken leg, and after that, you took the wolf spray-proof man for advertising. ”

“Oh, for so long, who remembers... that would be good for him, if I really hit him, I would kill him with one punch...”

“Oh, I was impressed that time. Teacher Chen Rongxia just arrived at school. I took him upstairs to watch. You hid and hid. I tried so hard to say good things to you in front of him, saying you had good morals and didn't like to fight, so you only knew to run. Teacher Chen still believed it was true. He said at the time that he didn't like to fight was good moral character, and praised you for your good qualifications and roots. Shortly after you said it, you spit on people... Humph, you liar...”

“I didn't lie to you about those things! ”

“But there are other things that you lied to me, and... Jing Jing and Sha Sha also followed you for a long time before you knew that you would do martial arts, how many hearts did they bear for you in the beginning, as if Han Zheng's stage, they thought you would be beaten, they were in a hurry...”

“But I have no ill intentions...”

“Anyway... it's your fault...”

After summing it up, Ahern hammered it on Jiaming's back without hesitation. In this case, reasoning with a woman is ineffective, but she is not very powerful, even if hammered, it is like hammering her back. The two fights and the outsiders see themselves as a deeply affectionate pair of sisters, while Mike in the ring was also knocked down by his opponent and then climbed up stubbornly.

“Hey, Mike seems to be hitting the guy named Jamaal. Can we help? Why don't you point him out.” After all, I'm a little grateful for Mike's help, "Ahern suggested.

Jia Ming shook his head with a smile: “This is their habit. After one fight, whether they win or lose, the previous holidays will be gone. I'll take care of his wounds when they're done. I'm good at that. ”

“Oh.” Ahern nodded, then asked with a smile, "Are you really going to be a surgeon in the future? ”

“Not necessarily, but now think, I'm really good at this, Ye Mama... well, she thinks I'm doing well too, why? Is it bad to be a doctor? Aren't people hoping to become doctors and lawyers in the future? ”

“No, it's just...” she rolled her eyes, "it's hard to imagine you as a proper doctor. ”

“Actually, my true color is a serious book, okay? ”

“Don't you find that too unconvincing? ”

“ …… ”

A couple who have just raised the relationship to a stage will talk about what, recall the past, look to the future, brainlessly nothing to look for, say some bullshit... In short, even with the mature heart of home, at this time, it is inevitable to accompany Ahern to curse for a while, but in this environment, of course, there are other things to talk about, stare at the fight on the field, occasionally a powerful move appears, and Ahern, who is also very interested in practicing martial arts, asks Jiaming about the appropriate countermeasures.

“Well, I can break it with Wing Chun's moves, but it must take a lot of strength... hmm, like this...”

“The four or two kilos in Tai Chi seem very good, how should I...”

“Turn around, side kick... Should I kick on the middle road or should I kick on the road better...”

On the other hand, Yahan practiced on a sandbag hanging next to her. Yahan practiced well on defensive techniques. Although she seemed weak, in general, she still had the ability to defeat three or four strong men. However, her method was to incorporate a small portion of Chinese kung fu into most judo and karate movements. As a child of the extended family, she had to explain the principles of these things to her with a smile, as from the nature of Xiaoli, who was more practical martial arts. As for Chinese kung fu, which was difficult to learn and had become mostly viewed at this time, she had certainly learned, but pulled it out. It could only be counted as a flower stand for physical fitness.

“You're just saying that Wing Chun boxing is a beautiful way to fight. You really want to use it in such a duel. These things are to be broken up. In fact, Chinese kung fu is very harsh to fight. Most of them are forbidden in the competition. For girls, kicking is definitely the most useful trick. Just now, you can kick it out. Oh, don't hit me. Seriously, I promise to kill you. You don't have much chance of fighting people, but if someone really wants to do it to you, don't hesitate to do it. ”

“The soft Tai Chi punch is a realm, it's just beautiful, but it includes the most comprehensive grasp of yourself and your enemies. You should probably know this. By the time you can really hit four or two kilos, you can also beat more than kilos of strength. Uh, don't even think about it... the Tai Chi punch really used to beat people is very fierce, and even the fiercest kind of punch, Tai Chi here, is to tell you how to use soft energy, simply, like a meteor hammer to throw it out, look..."

Since Ahern is interested, there is no need for him to hide it. Anyway, Ahern will not really study martial arts and such things diligently. It is just a pastime. He can't really do anything against the poor sandbag while smiling and talking. However, when his fists fall softly with an arc line, occasionally strange side kicks or seemingly powerless Chinese kick shows up, while watching the game Sherry smiled and leaned over. Although Jia Ming knocked him on the head and then caused people to laugh, naturally no one will be angry because of this hour. Instead, she held her forehead for a long laugh.

“Practicing boxing? Interested? That's not how I fought...”

After being set aside by Jia Ming, the crowd generated more fondness for the foreign tourists. Sherry also seemed to see Jia Ming better after being knocked, and now taught the basic ways to punch two people.

“You have to be steady, you don't have to hold your fists too tightly, your torso bends a little... these poses you should have seen on TV, most importantly, you have to concentrate, at this moment, you only have your enemies in front of you, your whole body must gather a little, in a moment, punch out... ah! ”

With this shout, Sherry waved his fist, bang, the heavy sandbag was punched out, the punch was far beyond the power of ordinary people, she also seemed satisfied, smiled proudly at home, then put the sandbag right, performed a perfect back kick to the two, Jia Ming made a gazed look of worship, watching the sandbag sway in front of him.

This gaze made Shirley very popular and proud for a moment.

“Women will always be limited by power, my strength is not great, just someone taught us the right way to punch. Uncle Hans used to be a Marine. You know, this is a skill in the army, it looks simple, it takes hard practice to achieve results... Now the best practice is of course Jamal, just look at the field and you will know... but don't worry, I know you and Mike are friends, actually Jamal hasn't used all his strength, he knows the scale, he won't fight too much...”

The town has a strong folk style, it can be seen that Mike is also a long-time workout and has a lot of fighting experience, but when it comes to strength, he is even worse than Gamor, and by this time he has been beaten backwards and backwards. There are no specific scope limitations in the plant, where the two of them hit, and the people around them pay attention to make way. There was little caution against what seemed to be a harmless family, and Shelly was so happy that she talked about her boyfriend constantly.

“You know what? Jamal's ideal is to be a fighter, but it's not that kind of formal fighter. There are some underground fights in the United States. The people there are kind of masters. Jamal just wants to fight like that, but he doesn't have enough power right now. Really powerful underground fighters can break the tree in one punch. It's also very simple to blow up sandbags like this. Their fists can even be comparable to steel. It's hard to imagine..."

Speaking of which, Shelly glanced forward in horror and sucked in a cold breath of air next to Ahern.

It was just an instant, and Mike was kicked in a fierce spin by Jamal, although his defense was quite standard, but when this foot kicked him crossed beneath his arms in front of him, the enormous force made his body fly straight out.

They fought only a few meters away from Jiaming and others, and behind Mike, there was a big box of about one meter and five, rough boxes were hand-welded with old steel plates, which were used to put things down, but there was a loudspeaker on top that didn't know whose sense of humor or art it was, and the top edge of the box was surrounded by a thin steel fence like an estate, and there was an iron door in the middle that looked gorgeous, but when Mike's body flew two meters away, these steel braces would definitely go straight into his head.

Almost as soon as Mike was blown away, several people showed horror, mostly people who had worked out and reacted quickly, yet no one could support him at all for a while because everyone had consciously avoided the scope of the fight. And Jamal hasn't noticed this crisis for a while, and his whole body is in a flushing position after a kick. Shelly tried to rush out towards Mike, but obviously there was no chance of rescue.

The next moment, a muffled sound sounded in the factory building, followed by a rumbling object flying away and a rushing sherry hitting Jiaming's back.

Mike's body crashed to the ground.

Ahead, seemingly stunned by the sudden sight, Jamal failed to throw out a second serial kick, his center of gravity slipped and his ass fell to the ground.

Under Mike, was the wet ground that appeared after the sudden removal of the huge iron box that had been placed here. Home was standing beside him at this time. This figure appeared obviously abrupt, because at the previous moment, he was standing beside a sandbag five or six meters from here. Sherry rushed over to hold on to the sudden appearance, but slipped under his feet and fell half on his knees with his corner.

No one even noticed how Jia Ming suddenly rushed past these meters, but with his appearance, the big box of steel cast out like a leather ball, crashing a precious blue Harley locomotive three meters away, as for the upper speaker, it flew further away, falling apart in a pile of clutter, and more scrap fell from the clutter pile.

The whole silence, quiet as a school classroom with no one in the double holiday space, they may not be able to see how Jiaming came here, but since all eyes first noticed there, almost everyone could see clearly, it was this ordinary teenager who caused the laughter, after appearing, he made a simple punch at the big box cast on the steel plate.

Now on that Harley locomotive, the side of the box that was hit has been clearly trapped... (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)