Chapter five hundred and thirteenth under the stifled ambition
Cole, who did not want to be controlled and exploited by others, was still exploited. The Freemasons lent him several "reliable" masters, claiming that they could help him at critical moments.
But now, instead of helping him, she clearly wants to harm him.
If Yang Chen died, the entire Gambino family would jump into the Yellow River and suffer crazy revenge from the Arctic fox. He looked at Yang Chen in the rainy night in shock. He was horrified by Yang Chen's alertness. This perverted guy actually noticed that there was no sound.
To avoid the danger, take the first second to avoid fatal bullets.
Is this a human being?
Cole's heart was in turmoil.
On the lawn outside the villa, Yang Chen flew sideways for more than two meters. As his body rotated rapidly, the rainwater that soaked his clothes turned into droplets and was thrown out.
The keen vigilance developed through countless fights with death once again helped Yang Chen escape from danger. The moment Yang Chen turned around and landed on the ground, he pulled out a gun from behind his waist and fired intuitively, killing the sniper who showed up at the top of the villa.
Killed with one shot.
The miraculous marksmanship is trained by tens of thousands of bullets. Ordinary people persevere in studying one thing. Most of the time, practice makes perfect, which is amazing. Not to mention Yang Chen, who is extremely talented and can endure hardships better than ordinary people.
The two luxurious wooden doors of the four-story villa opened, and another fifty or sixty strong men in black poured out. Yang Chen, who killed the sniper, was fearless. He quickly stood up, put away the gun, and ran on tiptoe, so fast that he was covered by the rain.
A soaked windbreaker can still flutter.
ha!
Fifty or sixty strong men were roaring and emboldened, and they lined up in a neat square formation. Yang Chen, who was running, saw this and sneered. This scene was enough to scare ordinary people.
Maybe the heavy rain blocked the view, or maybe Yang Chen was too fast. Everyone in the queue felt their eyes dazzled. Someone in the front row screamed and flew up. His strong body drew a parabola in the air and fell into the center of the queue, as if breaking the calm lake.
The stones trembled fiercely.
Yang Chen took advantage of the opportunity to attack.
Fifty or sixty people were actually suppressed by Yang Chen's majestic momentum and retreated again and again into the gorgeous hall of the villa. No one could resist Yang Chen's attack.
Cole had appeared beside the solid wood fence on the second floor of the hall, silently looking at Yang Chen below, trying his best to restrain his turbulent emotions, but it was difficult to perfectly conceal the look of horror on his face.
There were only a dozen people left in the hall. These men who had received combat training were looking fierce and inwardly at a loss. With their superior numbers, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Yang Chen took a step forward, and a dozen people took a step back.
"Let's play with you!"
Following this shout, four master-like men jumped down from the second floor almost at the same time, blocking Yang Chen's arrogant and intimidating edge.
A black man with extremely exaggerated muscles, an Asian man with his hands wrapped in linen, and two burly European and American white men.
Yang Chen stopped and looked at the four people.
The big black man who looks like a king must be a boxing expert, and the thin Asian man who moves his hands and feet must be proficient in Muay Thai. The posture of the two strong white men is a free fighting style.
The experienced Yang Chen saw the details of the four of them at a glance, smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers, motioning for the four of them to stand shoulder to shoulder.
The black man, who was nearly two meters tall, was furious and took the lead to bully Yang Chen. He hit Yang Chen's cheek with a thunderous left hook. A heavyweight professional boxer's uppercut hit with all his strength. The punch could weigh between 800 kilograms and a ton.
In theory, it can kill a strong bull.
The big black man's swift left hook was not much worse than that of a professional boxing champion. Unfortunately, he encountered Yang Chen, who was both inside and outside. Yang Chen met him with one hand and firmly caught the fist that hit his cheek.
Stay still.
That's not all. When Yang Chen grabbed the strong man's fist, he twisted it, cleverly turning the impact that should have been borne by him into a huge torque. The entire left arm of the black man was instantly twisted into a twist, with bones and tendons broken.
Four taels is equivalent to a thousand catties.
The highest state of Tai Chi.
Yang Chen used it as he pleased.
When the other three people came to help, the big black guy had already lost one of his arms, and his face was twisted in pain, but he did not forget to fight back with his right fist, hoping to trade his arm for Yang Chen's life.
Yang Chen calmly lowered his head and avoided the big black man's right hook. He bent down, hooked his right leg, and smashed the big black man's face with a scorpion tail swing.
The big black man screamed and stumbled backwards, blocking the attack of the two white companions. Only the Muay Thai master rushed to Yang Chen in time, and using the power of running a few steps, he kicked his knees and hit Yang Chen on the head.
Yang Chen, who had not yet straightened up, calmly faced the danger. He folded his hands and pressed down on the hard knee. After resolving the crisis, he did not give the Thai a chance to react. Instead, he pressed down and grabbed the opponent's leg. He violently exerted force on his waist and eyes.
, stood up and shook his hand, exaggeratingly slamming the Thai man who was sprawled out against the wall seven or eight meters away.
The walls roared.
A portrait hanging on the wall fell off.
The Thai man lay slumped on the ground with his hands covering his chest and abdomen, spouting scarlet blood. It was obvious that his internal organs had been shocked and he had completely lost his fighting ability.
Four self-proclaimed masters, in just a few seconds, one was disabled and the other injured, leaving the two strong white men looking at each other, finally realizing how strong Yang Chen was.
On the second floor, Cole looked pale.
These four people, as well as the guy who sneaked up to the roof to snipe Yang Chen and was killed, were the masters lent to him by the Freemasons, but they were so vulnerable.
Are they too weak?
Cole narrowed his eyes and denied this idea. Now that the matter has come to this point, he has to admit that Yang Chen is too strong, so strong that it seems that he does not belong to the world known to mortals.
Where to go... Cole asked himself over and over again. At the same time, downstairs, two strong white men hesitated for a moment, then roared with ferocious faces, and rushed towards Yang Chen again.
court death!
Yang Chen stood still with a sneer on his face. Suddenly, this tough man who was calm and unhurried no matter how powerful the opponent was, suddenly showed an unprecedented solemn look on his handsome face. Two crazy strong men approaching him tore open his shirt, revealing the clothes that were tied up on his body.
bomb.
Based on his experience, the specially-made bombs on the two men were enough to destroy everything in the hall. They carried out suicide bomb attacks in their own homes... Is Cole crazy?
A critical moment.
Yang Chen was not allowed to think too much, nor was he allowed to draw a gun and shoot, because the two of them had already held the remote control in their hands, and just pressed it lightly, and they would die together.
Bang! Bang!
Sudden gunfire rang out from the second floor.
Two strong white men who were outflanking him threw themselves at Yang Chen's feet. The back of their heads exploded. There was no chance to detonate the bomb. Yang Chen slowly raised his eyes. On the second floor, Cole, who had both guns in hand, lowered his muzzle and said with a bitter smile: "They are not
My people are Freemasons and they want to frame me."
Yang Chen nodded calmly.
It's really not Cole's style to run away and die together.
Cole went downstairs and walked in front of Yang Chen. He took a deep breath and knelt down. It was far better to be a glorified lackey than to be the scapegoat of the Freemasonry.
He said dejectedly: "I am willing to accept punishment for my overestimation of my abilities."
Yang Chen looked down at Cole who was kneeling on the ground and said indifferently: "Get up, people will inevitably make mistakes, but remember, I will not give you a second chance."
