John suddenly said, "Okay, Fang's speed has been tested, twenty meters in one second, oh, MY!GOD!"

There was a burst of exclamation in the studio. They knew what this speed meant, which meant that Fang Han was really superman, exceeding the limit of human speed.

The current world record of 100 meters is nine seconds and four zero, and the fastest speed can reach ten meters away, but it is far less than twenty meters.

John shook his head: "No wonder Jin doesn't believe Fang's video. It's too fast. If we didn't broadcast it live, I don't think everyone would believe it."

Tommy said: "This is the charm of Kung Fu. By practicing to become a superman, we have a misunderstanding of Kung Fu, thinking that beautiful tricks are Kung Fu!"

"Oh..., no moves are useful before such speed." Boyang shook his head: "Kim's Taekwondo won with speed, and this time he lost a miserable defeat!"

Jin Junzhe was helped up by two disciples in white training clothes, and his face was pale. He was messed up now and failed in front of the whole country and was embarrassed.

"Master?" a young man whispered: "Do you want to defeat him?"

"Don't do anything nonsense!" Jin Junzhe shook his head: "You are not opponents!"

"Where are all the disciples in our gym?" The young man also had a pancake face. He was his nephew Kim Byung-nam, who called his master in the gym.

"Well..." Kim Junzhe still shook his head: "You can't trap him!"

"I don't believe he has such good physical strength." Kim Byung-nam gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Even tired can make him exhausted to death!"

Kim Junzhe shook his head and said, "If you lose, you lose. The attitude is very important, otherwise you will be abandoned by the Americans!"

"Master, once we admit defeat, our gym will be finished!" Kim Byung-nam said unwillingly.

Kim Junchol said: "Look for another opportunity!"

Fang Han stood there with his hands behind his back. The buzzing and discussion around him became louder and louder. The disciples looked at him with bad eyes, while the rest of the onlookers looked at him in amazement.

Annie Cole and the others applauded and cheered, and Dick even blew a few whistles, which caused the glaring eyes of the disciples in the white-clothed practice uniforms.

Dick glared back at them indifferently: "Guys. Your master is defeated!"

"Shut up!" A blond young man with scars on his face glared at him: "Little dwarf, be careful of being beaten!"

Dick was furious: "You are the little dwarf, you are the little dwarf. Come on, I want to beat you so hard that you don't even recognize him!"

“我要揍得你跪下舔我的臭脚!”金发小伙子扑了过来.

Dick is not tall, but strong. He is shorter than the blond boy, avoiding the leg kicked by the blond boy, and punching the other person in the chest.

"Bang!" The blonde man flew backwards and hit another guy in a white training suit. He was immediately angry and rushed towards Dick.

Dick fought with him and put him down again. After all, Dick is a well-trained policeman, more proficient in fighting and fighting. He has no tricks, but he only responds quickly.

There were many young men in white training suits. When they saw that their companions were beaten by Fang Han's friends, they immediately hated the enemy and besieged Dick.

Fox and Catherine participated in the battle, and Joanna and Anne Cole took a step back because they were women, and the disciples of the gym did not deal with the two.

Catherine and the other two formed a horn-shaped force to deal with the siege of the disciples, but these disciples were young and strong, with strong legs, and they took turns kicking. Catherine and the others could only block it, and soon their arms became sore and numb. They couldn't hold on anymore.

John and the others shouted in the studio, and the camera above faithfully recorded this scene. The three people seemed like small boats in the sea, and could be swallowed up at any time.

"Wow, it's so lively!" John slapped the table and laughed: "Who are they?...oh. These three are colleagues from Fang Shisan Bureau. Haha, they attacked the police, I have fun this time!"

Everyone laughed.

"This is not right!" Boyang shook his head and said, "They are martial arts practitioners, how could they hit people so recklessly?"

"Yes," Powell shook his head: "It's too dangerous!...There's something wrong with the Golden Cult!"

Tommy shook his head too.

Their professional fighters usually try not to act, which is very dangerous. They are all professional players who have always fought against them. Ordinary people are very fragile and they will have problems if they accidentally go to prison.

John hurriedly said, "Look!"

Fang Han suddenly got into the crowd, like a swimming fish, calmly wandering around, and the disciples in white clothes and practice clothes flew up one after another.

In the blink of an eye, they lay neatly on the ground, as if they had specially trained them.

"This is Kung Fu!" Tommy exclaimed: "What a powerful control!"

Powell and Boyan both stared wide.

The cameraman seemed to understand what they were thinking. The camera instantly pulled closer. Seeing the subtle expressions of the young men lying on the ground, each of them grinned in pain, but they couldn't move, as if they were hit by anesthesia gun.

"Awesome! Awesome!..." Bo Yang widened his eyes and spit out a string of "awesome" in his mouth, and said excitedly: "Fang is real kung fu!... I have read Chinese novels and there is a powerful ability called acupoints. If you occupy a certain part of your body, you can make your body stiff and still, just like anesthesia."

"I have read Chinese novels, but isn't that illusory? Just like our magic?" John smiled.

Boyang shook his head: "I have studied Kung Fu, and this is based on facts."

"Eye-opening!" John sighed.

Fang Han dealt with everyone and turned his head to look at Jin Junzhe.

Catherine and the other two did not take out the police badge, and they were busy rubbing their arms, as if they were hit by dozens of baseball bats, and their arms were almost gone.

"Mr. Jin, do you still want to continue?" Fang Han said loudly.

Jin Junzhe looked gloomy and shouted: "Who asked you to do it!...Mr. Fang, I apologize to you for them, I'm sorry!"

He bowed deeply.

The entire gym became quiet and everyone stared at Fang Han.

Fang Han looked at Catherine and the other two with a smile, and Catherine waved her hand: "Forget it."

Fang Han sighed: "Master Jinguan, our martial arts practice is like carrying a powerful gun. It is very important to restrain ourselves, right?"

Kim Junzhe's face looked even more ugly and he nodded slowly.

In front of all American audiences, he was so embarrassed that he lost the situation and lost the situation. Fang Han was so cruel, with wave after wave of blows!

Fang Han said: "Joanna, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Okay, Mr. He, it's time to transfer the money!" Joanna smiled at an Asian old man.

The Asian old man was serious and calm. He said slowly: "Jin, have you admitted defeat?"

"...I lost." Kim Junzhe spoke with difficulty, his voice dry and unpleasant, as if it was not his own voice.

The camera is a close-up, his subtle expressions are clearly presented to the audience, and even the stupidest person can see his distress and unwillingness.

The audience empathizes with it. Think about it, most people will never make so much money in their lifetime, and they will give it to others at once, and they will be in pain!

John and the other two laughed.

"I think Fang is the fastest person to make money today. Twenty million a day!" Tommy smiled.

John sighed: "The prize money for tennis and golf is quite high. It takes several days to fight hard. Just one move is enough, which is really enviable!"

Both Powell and Boyan expressed envy.

The Asian old man waved his hand, and three young men stepped forward, one of them held the IPAD and handed it forward. The Asian old man scratched his finger a few times and nodded: "It should be in the account!"

Joanna also took out the IPAD, stroked her hand a few times, nodded and smiled, and handed it to Fang Han.

Fang Han nodded with satisfaction and smiled at Jin Junzhe: "Mr. Jin, thank you, then we will say goodbye, no need to send it."

He bowed to everyone with his fists, turned around and walked out to leave the gymnasium

The people around were frightened by Fang Han's shocking kung fu. They wanted to come forward to ask for autographs or take photos, but inexplicably retreated.

"Wow, it's a wonderful battle!" John's voice sounded: "I think no one will doubt the super policeman's kung fu this time! Tommy, what do you think?"

The camera kept chasing Fang Han, watching him bow and then turned around and walked out. John felt that it was over, so he summarized the comments aside.

"It's very short, but it's endless aftertaste. It's really exciting. It's the most exciting fight I've ever seen!"

"I'm going to change my mind." Powell's voice sounded: "I want to be a disciple!"

"I originally thought that Chinese Kung Fu was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to exist. I also wanted to become a disciple!" Bo Yang said.

"There will be an analysis at 10 o'clock tonight. Please watch it at that time. I am John, everyone, noon,... Oh, no, my goodness!"

In the camera, Fang Han suddenly squatted down and then rolled, and the "bang" sound was dull and clear in the noisy gym.

This dull sound is familiar to everyone, it is gunshot!

Behind Fang Han, where he was standing just now, the floors in two places were blown up several deep pits, and debris from the wooden floor splashed.

Fang Han rolled up, got up and ran out of the camera quickly. The photographer adjusted the camera and caught Fang Han rushing out of the gym and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The helicopter outside started, and the camera on the plane captured Fang Han. He was like a gecko, leaning against the wall and heading to the third floor, breaking through the glass on the third floor and then drilling into the gym.

The camera in the gym was located on the third floor. When I heard the helicopter’s notice, I immediately adjusted it, but I couldn’t find Fang Han.

The camera swept across the entire gym, and people rushed out wildly. Fortunately, the gate of the gym was very wide and Annie and the others could no longer be found in the crowd.

After scanning the camera several times, Fang Han still couldn't find her shadow, so she could only give up helplessly.

"Wow, what happened just now?!" John stared at the screen with wide eyes, and the other three people in the studio also opened their mouths.

"This is..." Tommy frowned: "This is a premeditated ambush and assassination!...Oh, the large-caliber sniper rifle, was it the army dispatched?"

Large caliber sniper rifles are prohibited from being sold to civilians in the United States.

"Who will kill Fang?" John recovered his calmness and shook his head and said, "Fang is a policeman, killing a policeman is tantamount to committing suicide!"

Tommy and the other two looked at each other and shook their heads, not daring to say anything more. They knew that this time it was probably done by the Gambino family.

Only the Gambino family can do such a crazy thing.

John covered his heart and shook his head: "It's so exciting. My heart is about to jump out!...Tommy, Fang Han was faster just now, right?"

Tommy frowned and thought for a while, nodded: "It seems to be a little faster."

Fang Han's speed of dodging bullets was faster than that of dealing with Jin Junzhe. This was purely a subjective feeling. At this time, the camera switched and began to slow down, comparing Fang Han's speed in the two cameras.
Chapter completed!