"Long Jianqiang, a university teacher, specialty is computers. Maybe there is anything that can help you." A middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit and a pair of black edge-changing glasses on his high nose, and a smile on his face slowly introduced himself.

"Is the computer? It should be useful! Zhou Xiurong, this newcomer can be kept." Behind the man holding the gun, a young woman with a shark dagger on her waist, opened her red lips and said to him.

It seemed a little dissatisfied with the young woman's command, Zhou Xiurong's words were a little cold, "I know, Bai Jie doesn't need you to point fingers in front of me!"

Slowly move the gun down again, "Now it's your turn!"

"Oh, I'm having a lot of fun! Even foreigners have hired this posture. It's so rich. But I just want to lie to you, Mr. Qin! Go back and practice more. This is China. Don't use your toy gun to deceive people. You have to use trolls if you want to use it!" The man with two dragons tattooed on his arm looked at Zhou Xiurong's shotgun disdainfully, and cursed in his mouth. He took out a pistol from his pocket and kept waving it.

With a "beat~~", Zhou Xiurong decisively fired the gun. The man's right hand broke in response to the sound. The powerful force of the shotgun shocked the man to fly away in an instant.

"Ah, my left hand!" the big man shouted shrillly.

Xiao Yingjia next to her was so scared that she shouted loudly on the ground.

Turned on, shot! Zhou Cambridge was stunned for a moment, like a scarecrow. The blood of the big man's gushing from a distance even splashed on his face.

The man Shamatt took the opportunity to pick up the pistol from the man's broken arm, "Brother Zhou, fake, imitation."

"Stop howling, Bai Jie, come! Don't deduct my mission points if you die." Zhou Xiurong ordered the young woman behind him.

Bai Jie nodded and gestured, her white hand slightly smeared on the wound of the strong man. A blue light flashed, and the strong man who was originally shouting felt that the severe pain in his right arm had suddenly disappeared. Instead, he felt a hint of coolness. The broken mouth began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood had completely stopped flowing.

"Is this! Is it magic?" Long Jianqiang, who had completely seen this scene, was completely stunned. What happened in front of him completely reversed his outlook on life. He asked an incredible question.

"It's just a healing technique!" Bai Jie explained.

A flying knife with cold light shot from a distance and flew straight to Zhou Xiurong's face.

In the flash of lightning, Zhou Xiurong became angry, stretched out two fingers and gently clamped them. The flying knife that was enough to cut the mountain and split the stone was actually clamped.

Before everyone could react quickly, a bright figure rushed towards Zhou Xiurong quickly.

Elbow strikes, knee strikes, and a series of combined punches hit Zhou Xiurong with a whistling strong wind.

Suddenly, Zhou Xiurong moved for a moment, threw his right hand out, and touched the fist of the beautiful figure.

The two of them hit the air, making a sound of flesh and blood ramming.

"Ouch!" Qianying let out a muffled groan. She seemed to feel her hand hit a high-speed hammer. The pain made her tears almost fall out. Her fist hurt so much that it seemed that her bones were broken. Even in the training camp before.

"SON, OF, BITCH! FUCK!" The girl couldn't help but swear, but the severe pain also aroused a sense of unyieldingness in her heart.

Step forward! The girl twisted her waist violently, turned her back to Zhou Xiurong, and leaned forward with her close body.

First, he elbowed Zhou Xiurong's chest. Just as the girl's forearm was like a whip and violently flicked Zhou Xiurong's crotch, Zhou Xiurong's muscles swelled again and threw their fists at the girl, hitting the girl's elbow bone.

The girl only felt her elbow bone numb! It seemed like she was hit by a numb tendon, and the forearm was naturally not thrown out.

After a while, the girl felt her elbow bones also began to hurt violently.

Zhou Xiurong grabbed the girl's throat and picked her up.

"Newbie, are you challenging me?" Zhou Xiurong asked with great interest. On the surface, he seemed nothing happened, but in fact he was very afraid of the girl in his hand.

If my reaction was slower, I would be killed by the newcomer in front of me. I cannot forgive me! As Zhou Xiurong thought about this, his strength in his hands began to increase slowly.

Zeng Jian, who was standing beside him, had completely looked at him and said stammeringly, "Okay, so strong!"

The girl slowly closed her eyes and remained silent because she knew that resisting was useless in front of such a powerful force.

My head began to feel a little dizzy, and my limbs became weak and weak. The symptoms of hypoxia were slowly manifested on the girl one by one.

"Zhou Xiurong, put her down! This is a potential newcomer!" Zhao Tian signaled to Zhou Xiurong.

Zhou Xiurong nodded, put the girl down with a little hesitation, and echoed, "Indeed, it was so fierce before it was strengthened, and it was still enough after it strengthened!"

Only then did everyone see clearly that this girl who wanted to admit her life was actually a blonde and blue-eyed foreigner! And looking at her beautiful face, she would never be more than 18 years old.

After retracting his hand, the girl found that her fist had become red and swollen, and it was so painful that it seemed like a scoop of chili oil was poured on. Not to mention taking action, it would be difficult to lift it up.

"Tell me, name, occupation, and expertise!" Zhao Tian came to the girl and found that the girl in front of him was actually taller than him, almost exceeding 180.

"Code name: Wenren Mu Xue, professional killer, specialty, revolver, flying knife throwing, close combat. Is the one you just now Chinese Kung Fu?" the girl asked with some anticipation.

Zhou Xiurong nodded, "That's qi. If you can survive, then you can also have this kind of power."

"Then, your name, profession, and expertise!" Zhao Tian, ​​who came to his senses, asked Zhou Cambridge.

Zhou Cambridge hesitated for a moment. In the unfamiliar environment and magical power, he chose to tell the truth. "Zhou Cambridge, a student in the police school, has a specialty of reasoning."

"Everyone said, it's all you're the one who's missing!" Zeng Jian said to the last middle-aged man with a smell of motor oil.

"My name is Fang Gang. He is a car repairman with special skills and strength. "The middle-aged man said, touching his nose a little embarrassedly...
Chapter completed!