"Bah, I look down on the people who are being chased in the videos the most in China. I always feel that they are too idiotic. I didn't expect that I have today too." Looking at the gray and black walls around me, the paint is about to peel off, the wet floor with a little water accumulation, two or three pieces of furniture covered with rust stains, and then touching the hard bed beneath her, the young man smiled helplessly.

I just did it myself and took out three bullets from my body. Although with my good reaction, those bullets only damaged muscles and did not hurt muscles, the consequence of a lot of blood loss was that I could only lie here like a dead dog, waiting for my energy to recover little by little. If my physique was not much better than ordinary people and my willpower was hundreds of times stronger, I would have died long ago.

On the shoulder of his left hand, a bullet rubbed his collarbone and penetrated it. He was really lucky. If you dodge a little slower, the major artery in the neck would be broken on the spot. Damn, what did you do? After finally coming to London for a month and a half, why bother me? The information of the "Wandering Soul" team is accurate, but it is too arrogant to rush into the British Ministry of Defense alone? Although I got the information, I lost contact with my superiors and the unit at the same level. Damn it, I will definitely be punished to go to the southern rainforest for two months of survival training after I returned.

I hope the British agents don’t find themselves so soon. Oh my God, giving me seven days is enough. Seven days should be able to recover some energy...

I hope the owner of this damn pheasant shop has a good reputation as he promised. He swears that there were three wanted criminals from Interpol who escaped the limelight here. Damn, there is no way, let's bet on your life.

I quietly closed my eyes, took a light breath, and raised my breath from the mouth of the foundation building in my childhood, and it was difficult to flow in the meridians that became numb due to blood loss.

Two agents in neat suits got out of a car, walked carefully through the bumpy sidewalks everywhere, and walked into the reception hall of less than eight square meters of the shop. An agent gently tapped the table in the corner of the room and asked the boss inside: "Is there any strange person?"

After a long time, the boss who was so fat that he seemed like a pig. He had just drunk a lot of beer and had a red face that could ooze bleeding continued to lie on the table, making a slight snoring sound, and fell asleep comfortably.

The two young agents changed their faces and thrashed the table hard. With a loud bang, the boss shuddered suddenly and jumped up quickly. He took out an ancient revolver and shouted loudly: "Fuck, you two bitches... Aha, sir, what's the matter? I'm very happy to serve you..." Seeing the documents in the hands of the two agents, the pistol in the boss miraculously disappeared. At the same time, he pretended to be a noble person with an ugly face and bowed reservedly.

An agent asked: "Is there anyone who is annoying? We are chasing a guy with a gunshot wound."

Upstairs, he was calmly regulating his breathing, and he had quickly gotten up and took out his gun. His movements were too fierce and too big, and he pulled the wound on his body. The severe pain came. He couldn't help but let out a few muffled groans. A golden star flashed in front of him, and he fell on the bed board powerlessly, complaining in his heart. The wound twitched, and even though his body was as strong as a tiger, he fainted from pain.

The boss downstairs shrugged his shoulders as if he pretended to be, but the fat on his body twitched a few times. He smiled and said, "Sir, the person who was injured by the gunshot? Oh, yes, yes, there are three..." He lowered his voice mysteriously: "Oh, sir, you must be looking for them, right? I knew they were not good people as soon as I saw them. Bah, three Eastern Europeans had several holes on their bodies. Did they commit anything? Well? I am a good citizen who abides by the law, and I will definitely cooperate with your work."

The two agents frowned, Eastern Europeans? Three?

The boss smiled flatteringly, rubbed the three fingers in his right hand gently, raised his eyebrows frivolously at the two agents, as if a playboy was blinking his eyes like a flirting beauty, and whispered: "Sir, a little bounty is enough, I'm not greedy... How much do they offer? I only need a 20% bounty... Hehe."

The two agents looked at each other in disappointment, but for their duties, they felt that they had to go to the room to check... Well. The two of them looked at the stairs that were exactly enough for the two of them to pass by each other, and there was a layer of greasy and slippery unknown objects on the steps. They felt a churn and hesitated.

The boss giggled a few times in his heart, nodded and said, "Sir, I have more than 40 guests here now, ah, they are all standard duty people, except for those guys who smashed me a bunch of money yesterday... Hehe, I'll show you the way? They are in the fifth room on the left side of the third floor."

The two agents glanced at each other and had already walked downstairs with a wonderful, standard duty person in the boss's mouth.

A woman with a big cockscomb head, her hair was dyed blood red, with deep green eyeshadows, her false eyelashes were two centimeters long, her plump breasts, thick thighs, tall belly, and her mouth seemed to have just sucked blood. She walked down from the upper floor in a nearly transparent gauze dress. On her thick fingers, a poor cigar was emitting a strong odor, and her fingernails were painted red and looked like pieces of solidified blood.

The woman looked at the two handsome young agents, whistled softly, showed a bright smile, and naturally approached them, and a pungent fragrance came to her face. The woman asked softly: "Two handsome guys, it's going to be dark soon. How about taking care of my business? One is OK, you can go on both sides... Oh, twenty pounds or twenty-five euros per person, are you using pounds or euros?"

The boss nodded and bowed, "Haha, two gentlemen, Marissa is a little older, but her skills are very good. Everyone in the circle is happy to find him."

The two agents forcibly controlled the vomiting Yu Wang and said hurriedly: "Boss, if you see a tall young oriental man in the future, please inform us immediately of the Sixth Military Bureau... Oh, God." The two fled in panic... That woman, that damn low-class prostitute, was a man, and the two poor little agents clearly saw the Adam's apple on his neck.

No wonder the boss said that everyone in the 'circle' would be happy to find him, no wonder he used 'him' instead of 'her'. The boss smiled and shouted behind his back: "Don't worry, sir, I'm happy to be loyal to His Majesty the King...hehe." The boss thought in his heart. It seemed that the boy was very hot, and it would be more cost-effective to knock him hard at that time.

After yawning, the boss's eyes turned to Marisa and said viciously: "Fuck, two rookies who just came out of the noble school... Marisa, I wish you good luck today, fuck, you owe me two weeks of rent."

Marisa showed a sad look, blinked her big eyes and stared at the boss and said, "Dear, I'm not lucky recently. I've lived with you for three years. When did I owed the rent? Well?...I have a good suggestion. How about we trade it once to replace the rent? Your figure is also good..." Marisa looked up and down at the boss's round figure with affectionateness and laughed.

The boss's fat trembled for a moment, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Forget it, forget it, I'll give you another month. Damn, I'm not a gay guy."

Marisa blew a quick kiss and said with a smile: "So goodbye, dear, I will fantasize my first guest as your later... Oh, what a beloved baby." With a relaxed cat step, Marisa twisted her strong big butt and walked out. Just as she reached the door, several big men with fat faces happened to come in, glared at him viciously, and scolded in a low voice: "Get out, you bitch."

Marisa shook all over and hurriedly leaned against the wall. After the seven untidy and drunken men squeezed into the reception hall, they carefully wiped the edge and slipped out. They walked away in panic and quickly muttered in slightest words: "God, God, God bless you, boss, who have you offended?"

I just sat down and was about to make up for the sleepy boss who was just now stood up like a burning butt, and came up with a flattering look. I took out a few cigarettes and handed them over with me, whispering: "Ah, gentlemen, what's the price? I've paid for this month to Baoli, and I've never lacked money."

The leading man glanced at the store, snorted a few times, swaying, as if he had given the boss a great deal of face, smoked the cigarette in his hand, handed it to several companions behind him, and asked in a deep voice: "Damn, do you think we are the garbage that collects protection fees? Bah, they are not qualified to help me 'suckcock'... The boss at the beginning wants to find someone, an oriental man with about 180 cm tall, who is the kind of yellow-skinned and dark-haired guy, who has three or four gunshot wounds on his body."

The boss's face changed. After hesitating for less than 0.5 seconds, several big men had already smiled grimly, surrounded him and stared at him with malicious eyes: "Oh, dear baby, do you know a little news, right? Well? Be good, tell us, the boss ordered Boss Cary, Boss Cary, Boss Scott, and Boss Scott told us that if anyone dared to delay the boss's work on his old man's search, he could go to Africa to mine."

Seven daggers with blood stains and unidentified attachments lit up, and the leading man said in a grim voice: "Baby, I hope you don't have a daughter, otherwise I'm happy to fuck her... Even if she is too ugly, even if she is too old and ugly, those illegal workers from Africa will be happy to take turns playing with an old white lady."

The boss was sweating all over and almost limp on the ground. Of course, he knew what the boss at the beginning meant, the monster-level big man who controlled the entire London underworld and no one dared to offend him. Bah, why should he bring his life to him for a thousand euros? The agents are easy to deal with. If something happens, those gentlemen will not make things difficult for a small person like him, but these people in front of him are different. Their only fun is to make things difficult for a small person like him... The boss definitely does not doubt that they will make things promised.

The boss stammered: "Fourth floor, the third room on the right...he is inside...you better not disturb him, he has weapons on him, I saw it."

The seven big men were full of ecstasy and laughed a few times, leaving four people to guard the store, and the other three ran out in a hurry.

After ten minutes, he woke up, struggled, and grabbed a corner of the bedside table with his trembling hands. He stood up hard and carefully pressed the alloy container the size of a little finger tied to his body. He gently pushed open the door and walked out.

Swinging slightly, as if a spirit cat didn't make any footsteps, he went to the stairs on the second floor. He glanced at the store secretly. Why were there four people suddenly? His heart sank, and he instinctively followed the retreat route he had already planned when he came in. Just as he took three steps, he stopped, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead: "Damn it, now's physical strength cannot be safely taken from the fire escape to the bottom... Moreover, they should be in the back, and maybe it's easier to break through in the front."

He thought of it and did it. He took a small step down the stairs, gently pressed the small deadly container with his left hand, and slowly walked to the end of the stairs. He stood still and became the easiest part to exert force.

When the four big men saw him, their faces were slightly aside. The leading man immediately walked over, reached out to touch his shoulder, and whispered: "Sir, please don't run around, our boss is looking for you..." Before he finished speaking, the big man felt an irresistible force coming from his right hand, and his body flew out more than three meters like a cloud of clouds and mist. He fell heavily on the sidewalk with a strange scream, almost venting his anger, and he was unable to get up for a while.

The other three looked at the young man in a trench coat in a daze, but with his right hand gently strode and then turned around, why did his boss fly out? He also fell into a pile of sewage and went intimate with two dead mice.

The young man showed a threatening expression, glared at the boss and the three big men fiercely, and walked slowly towards the door. Well, across the street, two women who were almost unclothed from a taxi were almost gone. Well, they just got in the car and left, and maybe they needed to kill the driver... I hope I still have the strength at that time. A small "Moyun Hand" just now has exhausted all the internal strength that I had just accumulated. Now the muscles, bones, and internal organs are screaming. I hope there is still strength, a little bit, just a little bit is enough...

The young man's head was almost blank. After making a plan, he acted according to his instinct. He slowly moved his body like a zombie and shouted: "Taxi." Then he waved his hand to the taxi seven or eight meters away.

The three big men were anxious. If this kid ran away, let alone not to mention the bounty, Boss Cary would have stripped Scott of Boss Scott, and Boss Scott would definitely be the first to kill him... They rushed up and stopped the young man: "Hey, boy, listen, follow us obediently, we have no ill intentions."

No malice? That's strange... The taxi opposite had turned around and drove to the door of the store, but when he saw the situation in the store, the driver hesitated for a moment, and the car began to start slowly, and then quickly slipped away.

The young man was anxious and pushed it out with one hand. The three big men hurriedly dodged, then rushed up, hugged him tightly, and the leading man who was still lying on the ground smiled excitedly: "Ha, boy, you can't run away, fuck."

The wound on the young man was squeezed, and he could even feel strands of blood flowing out of the wound. It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much... I felt so fucking painful. Damn, I'm fighting with you.

Without saying anything, he forced a breath of true energy and burst out with a roar: "Open, open, open." The last word "Open, open, open." The ears of the three big men were like thunder. The three of them were stunned and suddenly felt that the person they were holding was no longer a person, but a grenade that was exploding. A huge force like an electric shock came, and the three of them spewed out blood and flew out.

The young man's mouth of blood was spraying more and further away, and his whole body seemed to be about to spray out. He could no longer see anything, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. There was only the leader of the "Wandering Soul" group, and the words were still ringing: "The super weapon developed by nine super military-industrial enterprises in Britain and the United States... What the hell is it? Are you the only one? It would be great if I could come a few more. Damn, my current manpower can't steal the information."

Damn, haven’t I already snatched the information out by myself? The information, yes, the information is to be sent away, otherwise I will die in vain…

It seemed like a car was driving over from a distance. Is it a taxi? Before he could think about this issue clearly, he had already taken out a banknote and gently waved it, got on the bus, then went to the suburbs, killed the driver, walked away, survived in the wild, used his energy to heal his wounds, and transferred the information... A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and he had instinctively formulated an escape plan.

Three extended black cars drove over, not taxis, so it had nothing to do with him, like a puppet, the young man walked towards the end of this small fork, taxi, taxi... These three words were circling in his head.

The doors of three black cars opened, and a dozen black men wearing black suits and a tough aura walked down in a nimble manner and slowly surrounded him.

The young man's head suddenly woke up, his blood-red eyes stared at these people, and he kept thinking in his heart: "Damn it, are you a military person? Unlike, it's impossible that even a white man doesn't have a damn person. Whose person is it? Hum?"

A short red hair, a ragged jeans that could be thrown into the garbage dump, a pair of Nike sneakers that had been outdated for two years, lazily with a few malicious faces, a young man stepped out without caring about the sewage puddles beside the car door. Then, a yellow-haired boy who had just put on a pair of beach pants and slippers, and just got naked on his upper body. He also stepped on him regardless of the dead rats at the car door. The two people's hands, um, high-end marijuana eyes, were produced in South America, and the mark on them belonged to the largest guerrilla team in Colombia...

Gangsters, not agents.

The young man's heart relaxed a little, and kept a trace of clarity in his mind tightly. He slowly and carefully walked over to Jester and Chekov's shoulders. Jester's right hand quickly grabbed his right wrist. The young man was startled, and his wrist was shaking slightly. His three fingers were tearing towards Jester's wrist veins like iron claws.

What shocked the young man happened. Jester's wrist was like a snake, wrapped around his fingers, holding his wrist veins tightly. Then, a huge stream of heat rushed in along his meridians. The true energy in his body was already empty and had no resistance at all. This warm water-like true energy actually hovered in nine circles in his body. The meridians damaged by bullets were almost cheering and welcoming this vitality-filled force.

Funny, absurd, you're kidding... There may be a special agent organization abroad who can learn Chinese qigong, but if you can practice to this level, you won't believe it even if you kill me. The young man was speechless...

A very tall figure with a black tight T-shirt on his upper body, revealing the muscles of iron, then Jaster and Chekov jumped out of the car, as if they were throwing a piece of flesh and bones to a dog, and threw more than a dozen stacks of banknotes to the four big men who were still lying on the ground humming. Then he pointed to the three big men who were standing beside him timidly and said, "You go abroad to avoid the limelight, come back in half a year... An hour later, if you are still in London, you will kill you. Come back in half a year."

The three big men dared not say much, helped the slightly injured boss up and ran away with three companions who were seriously injured.

Kane threw a stack of banknotes into the store and roared in a low voice: "Do you understand if you keep your stinky mouth?"

The boss was so scared that he almost knelt on the ground, nodded quickly, and then looked at the bills worth at least 20,000 yuan with greedy eyes.

Chekov had already stuttered a few words in Chinese: "Zhang? Ghost?"

The young man gave up the idea of ​​resistance. In fact, he was unable to resist Jester. After Jester's true energy poured into his body, he almost controlled all his actions. And... Zhang? Ghost? It should be a wandering soul?

Jester dragged the young man to the car and whispered: "Cain, don't waste money, kill that boss."

Kane thought about it, took out a dagger, waved his hand and threw it out. The boss who was picking up the money on the ground was full of trouble. The dagger had pierced from his head and penetrated into his body...

Kane waved his hand and signaled that all the subordinates got into the car and roared away. Chekov secretly popped up a blade from the car window, slit a wanderer curled up in the corner, and witnessed all this.

Jacet nodded and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I haven't noticed anyone else has seen all this, it should be safe."

Chekov laughed sharply: "Hehehehehehehehehehe, for the sake of insurance, can we just blow up this street?"

Jester and Kane rolled their eyes and ignored him.
Chapter completed!