After Yang Jun finished shopping, he was ready to return to the steel rolling mill.
While passing an abandoned cement factory not far from the steel rolling mill, two jeeps suddenly drove up behind him. When the car passed by him, the front of the car suddenly turned, blocking his way.
Eight people got out of the car. They were all young and strong, with resolute faces. At first glance, they were men of military background. Moreover, they had bulging waists and were wearing penises.
When Yang Jun saw this, he immediately threw the car aside, tensed up his whole body, and took a defensive posture.
When Yang Jun saw these eight people, he suddenly remembered the four young people who wanted to teach him a lesson in the steel rolling mill a few days ago. He guessed that maybe these eight people were brought by them to take revenge on him.
However, Yang Jun took a closer look at the eight middle-aged men who surrounded him and immediately denied that these people were not here to take revenge on him.
I saw that these people had a thick layer of calluses on their jaws, and the index finger of their right hand was curved. They looked like people who often played with guns. These days, only professional soldiers could develop such a thick layer of calluses.
With the four boys at the steel rolling mill, if they wanted to take revenge on him, they would definitely have to hire eight professional soldiers at the same time.
Yang Jun looked at their standing postures, with their bodies slightly bowed and their calves tensed, as if they were ready to attack at any time.
After the eight people surrounded him, one of them, a capable man who looked to be in his thirties, stepped forward and looked at him. The man's face was expressionless, but there was a deep warning in his eyes.
"Come with us."
Yang Jun took two steps forward and stood in front of him close to the left. He had carefully calculated this distance. Once the two sides started fighting, he was sure to kill the man in front of him, and he could also attack the other man behind him.
people.
This is the experience he has accumulated over the years of fighting in battle.
The purpose of the other party's arrival was unknown, and he was not sure that he could deal with all of them, not to mention that they all had guys with them, so he decided to take action without mercy.
"Why should I follow you?"
As Yang Jun spoke, he secretly held his breath and concentrated, feeling the fluctuations of the surrounding aura.
When the middle-aged man heard this, he didn't say much, and his eyes indicated that he should take action.
After Yang Jun saw the change in the middle-aged man's expression, at the same time, he suddenly felt the air flow behind him. His eyes suddenly sank. He hurriedly took a step forward and swept his right leg towards the thigh of the middle-aged man.
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When the middle-aged man saw this, he did not panic. He only saw him hurriedly raising his legs and preparing to force the attack. At the same time, he also wanted to measure Yang Jun's strength.
"ah!"
After a scream, Yang Jun rushed directly towards the man behind the middle-aged man without looking back, and at the same time punched him in the face with his right fist.
Yang Jun was very confident in his kick. With his height, no one could catch his full-strength kick.
Ever since he was a child, he had longed for the life of a hero, imagining that he could be like the hero in the picture album, able to do justice and eliminate violence. Although he did not pursue invulnerability, he also hoped to be able to fly over walls and walls.
When he was a child, he liked to practice martial arts. At the same time, he buried a wooden stake in the yard and practiced non-stop every day. At that time, he didn't know how to practice. He just knew that he had to kick and punch a hundred times a day. Over time,
, I don’t know how many wooden stakes were broken, and later he begged Yang Gui to get him an iron pillar as thick as his thigh.
After more than ten years of persistent training, his legs and hands had become as hard as iron. Later, when Yang Gui saw that he liked martial arts so much, he simply asked him to join the army.
After joining the army, he relied on his iron-hard hands and legs to achieve many military exploits.
Therefore, he is very confident in his legs. Even if the middle-aged man is not disabled, he will still lose his fighting ability.
The man didn't expect Yang Jun to be so fast, and coupled with the captain's scream, he immediately panicked, but he still subconsciously raised his arms to protect his face.
Even so, Yang Jun punched him three meters away and he lay on the ground and passed out.
At this time, Yang Jun quickly targeted the man closest to him on the left, but based on his years of experience in fighting on the battlefield, he knew that the man who attacked him from behind did not have much time left for him.
He did not hesitate to concentrate all his strength on his back, preparing to resist the blow. At the same time, he deliberately tilted his body to the left.
In the midst of lightning and flint, a strong force came from his back, and Yang Jun endured the man's kick.
The man was very powerful, and the blow made his blood surge, but he still gritted his teeth and resisted. He ignored the man behind him. With the power of his kick, he accelerated and rushed towards the man on the left.
A right hook, and another one knocked down.
Yang Jun did not stop, then quickly turned around, raised his leg and pushed a knee joint, and put the person behind him who kicked him down.
After putting that person down, he rushed towards the other four people.
He knows the key to fighting, which is speed and strength.
Before the remaining people could react and formed an encirclement around him, he wanted to knock down as many enemies as possible.
He kept kicking and receiving countless punches and kicks. After half a minute, he was the only one left standing on the ground.
However, the continuous explosive power exhausted his energy. He held his knees with both hands and gasped for air.
Suddenly, he felt something hard pressing against him in his lower back.
He knew it was a gun. Many people had resisted him before, but they were all knocked down by him in the end. But today he didn't dare to move because these eight people were all masters of guns, and he didn't dare to risk his life.
try.
In addition, he also knew that these eight people would not kill him, otherwise they would have killed him from the beginning.
"Boy, you're pretty good at fighting, right?"
Yang Jun felt a pain in his leg, and he was kicked to the ground and then tied up.
After that, Yang Jun was thrown into the car, put on a hood, and the car drove towards the city.
About thirty minutes later, the car drove into a compound and he was taken into a villa.
After the black cloth on his head was removed, Yang Jun's eyes suddenly lit up. The dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes. He had to wait for a while before he could adapt to the light in the room.
Outside the window, the sky has darkened, the lights have just begun to turn on, and there are stars everywhere.
A large-wattage electric light was on in the room, illuminating the surroundings in detail. There were simple furniture everywhere.
The living room was very large, and there were many people sitting there, about twenty or so. Most of these people were wearing military uniforms, and some were in Mao Zedong suits. But looking at the color of their military uniforms, he could tell that they were generals, and only senior military officials
Only leaders are qualified to wear it.
However, these people all have one characteristic. They are basically all around fifty. They all have hard faces and look inviolable.
Yang Jun looked around and suddenly found two people he knew. He opened his mouth and looked at them in disbelief.
