"Maybe it can deal with ordinary people, but against experts it will only be killed instantly."
"Sure enough, no matter in history or now, the Chinese are a very servile nation. They occupy such a fertile land, but they have only raised a group of cowards."
"Hey, Chinese kid, aren't you scared? Look at those three arrogant Japanese clowns despising you. This is simply intolerable." Linda kept talking. She usually used Chinese when talking to Zhou Jian.
language, this time she wanted a few Japanese people to hear it
Lin was speaking English, and she deliberately spoke very clearly and slowly, but unfortunately, the three Japanese were still standing there as if they were wooden logs, and they were completely unaware of Linda's mouth, like an arrogant Japanese clown. This made Lin
Da is very depressed, why can't he speak Japanese?
At this time, another group of people walked into the testing room, and the leader was Andy. The enemy had made trouble at the door of the house, and Andy was not in the mood for a meeting, so he ended the meeting and came over.
Next to Andy, there is a black man about 1.7 meters tall. Among a group of tall white people, 1.7 meters tall seems a bit short, and his muscles are not exaggerated, but for some reason, he makes people feel
A very dangerous feeling, like a puma lurking in the jungle of South America.
This black man, who is 1.7 meters tall, is Jackson. He was born in the underground boxing scene in the United States. Not to mention the number of victories, no less than ten boxers died at his hands.
Andy was wearing a black coat and sunglasses today. He looked like a mafia brother. He led the group of people to the testing area and lined up in a row. His momentum alone overwhelmed the three Japanese.
"Friends from the Yamaguchi-gumi, I think you should say hello before you come so that we can be fully prepared to receive you, right?" Andy actually brought a Japanese translator, and communication was finally no longer a problem.
Jun Ueno laughed loudly, "We just came to Las Vegas to travel and saw the Bounty Hunter Association on a whim." Ueno Jun said and glanced at Jackson next to Andy intentionally or unintentionally. He knew this person, Yamaguchi
The group has his information.
Andy smiled and said, "We Americans like to go straight. Friends from the Yamaguchi-gumi don't have to go around the bush. I know the purpose of your coming here. Since you want to compete, let's compete with you. How about we make a bet?"
"What are you betting on?" Ueno Jun became interested.
"Let's just bet on the attack power test. Whoever gets the higher value will win. If you lose, I don't want to see the Yamaguchi-gumi people in Las Vegas again in the future."
Jun Ueno groaned, glanced at Matsumoto, and whispered: "Are you sure of winning? That black man should be Benjamin Jackson."
Matsumoto is not the top expert of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and of course Jackson is not the top expert of the Bounty Hunter Association. In fact, the legendary S-class bounty hunters in the Bounty Hunter Association rarely show up, and even how many of them are there?
Very few people know his name.
Matsumoto did not answer immediately, but stared at his opponent Jackson carefully. After thinking for a moment, he said: "It should be no problem."
"Okay." Jun Ueno turned to Andy and said: "We made a bet. If you lose, I hope to see reports about today's competition in the Las Vegas newspapers tomorrow. I will decide the topic.
Knowing that the most influential newspaper in Las Vegas is controlled by you, this is not too much to ask."
"Okay." Andy didn't hesitate and agreed. Then he turned to a white man behind him and said, "Mr. Williams, I leave everything to you."
Ueno Jun was shocked, it was not Jackson, this cunning guy.
"The guy named Williams, there is no information about him, he should be a member of the American Mafia."
It is difficult to obtain information about masters of mafia organizations in various countries, but it is different for bounty hunters. Their information is completely public because employers want to see it.
So Ueno Jun has no information on Williams at all, and of course Andy has no information on Matsumoto. So this is a complete gamble, and both parties have no idea of each other's strength.
Matsumoto said: "Don't worry, young master, there are only a few S-class bounty hunters, and they are distributed all over the world. Although they are registered hunters of the Bounty Hunters Association, they are not at the disposal of the association. It is impossible to be punished because of such a trivial matter.
Come here, I can’t estimate the strength of this Williams, but as long as he doesn’t reach S level, and he’s not a superpower or an evolver, I’m confident that I can win.”
Superpowers and evolvers are a type of people who only appeared after the catastrophe of the last century. They are hidden in the deepest parts of the major forces in the world. They are all mysterious and powerful figures. Even masters like Matsumoto have a hard time fighting against them.
What do they have in common?
"Okay, it depends on you whether you can maintain the glory of Japanese martial arts this time. Come on, Matsumoto-kun."
"Yes, Master."
Williams vs. Matsumoto, the strength of both men is unknown. We only know that they represent the upper-level strength of the two world-class gangs, the Yamaguchi-gumi and the American Mafia. The Japanese samurai Nishikawa who shined before was just Matsumoto's apprentice, and the famous underground
Boxer Jackson is just Williams' little brother.
The duel between the two masters was about to take place, and the originally noisy atmosphere on the field instantly became extremely quiet.
As a landowner, Williams first came to the test machine and began to accumulate strength. For him, this test was not only related to the interests of the American Mafia, but also represented the glory of the United States, so he did not dare to be careless at all.
The onlookers held their breath, expecting this mysterious Williams to perform miracles.
After a full minute of silence, Williams suddenly shouted, jumped up in the air, and kicked the target hard with a flying kick. There was only a loud "bang" sound, and the entire test machine shook a little.
The electronic screen crackled and jumped wildly, and the number soared to 300 in the blink of an eye with no intention of stopping.
The onlookers were extremely excited, this is the master, the hero of America.
The final number stabilized at 589. This result made the whole audience excited. Most of the people present were Americans. Of course they were unhappy when they were shocked by the Japanese before.
Linda was already covering her mouth and exclaiming, "Oh God, 589!" She went up to test the test machine herself. The boxing target was as hard as cast iron. When she kicked it, it didn't move at all and made no sound.
But that Williams actually made the entire test machine vibrate.
Jun Ueno frowned slightly when he saw this scene. He was unsure, "Matsumoto, it's up to you."
Matsumoto took a deep breath, first handed the samurai sword to his apprentice Nishikawa, then opened the straps of the samurai uniform and took off the samurai uniform. The Japanese samurai uniform was too wide and not suitable for exerting force.
"Don't force it, Japs."
"Japanese, why don't you wear your country's large yukata?"
"Japanese, be careful there are banana peels under your feet!"
"Wow, distinguished guest from Japan, the mustache on your mouth is so sexy. It's exactly like my husky."
The American hunters who were watching were making trouble in all kinds of ways, and their way of hurting others was very different from the Chinese, with a special Western style of humor.
