After the martial arts gym opened, no one came to learn martial arts for many days. Chen Mo was not in a hurry. He studied and sparred with several boxers every day. Chen Mo did not have this condition in the past. There are very few people who truly practice martial arts in modern society. Several boxers let go
In modern times, anyone can be called a master, and it is not easy to find just one, let alone several to serve as his sparring partner.
With the accumulation of actual combat experience and the accumulation of fighting skills, Chen Mo's fighting ability has rapidly improved, and his combat effectiveness has become more and more powerful. Several boxers looked at Chen Mo with more respect.
Based on his strength and speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, Chen Mo combined various fighting techniques and learned from the strengths of others, gradually forming his own fighting style and creating a set of fighting techniques that best suited him.
Most of the martial arts skills of several boxers are good at single combat, defeating the strong with the weak, and their moves are exquisite. However, many of the skills such as combos, grappling, unloading, and four-two moves are not suitable for Chen Mo, and the efficiency of killing enemies is relatively low, so he cannot
Kill large numbers of enemies quickly.
Chen Mo's physical strength is far stronger than that of ordinary people. In many cases, he does not need too many skills. He is simple and direct, with great openness and closeness. Kung fu on the battlefield is actually more suitable for him.
However, Chen Mo still learned a lot from the boxers, including attacks on vital parts of the body, offense, force exertion techniques, dodge, quick movement and other techniques that are very useful to him now.
Chen Mo abandoned some complicated and exquisite moves, and simplified the complex ones. His moves were fast and fierce, directly attacking the key points. With Chen Mo's powerful strength and speed beyond ordinary people, when used, the power was astonishing.
After his set of fighting skills had basically matured, Chen Mo also learned some fighting, grappling, and force-relieving skills that he had temporarily given up on before.
Although Chen Mo's current physical fitness is rarely matched by opponents in this world, and he basically does not need these skills, there is no guarantee that he will encounter more powerful opponents in the future, and it is not suitable to blindly advance forward.
Moreover, the continuous learning and competition with the boxers also allowed Chen Mo to calmly deal with enemies who are good at skills, and will not be defeated by the weak.
That night, Chen Mo did not continue training after dinner, but returned to the study on the third floor.
Picking up a piece of information on the desk, Chen Mo lowered his head and looked through it. This was the information about Steve Rogers that Chen Mo sent people to investigate, including his files, resume, family and friends, recent experiences, and places he usually frequents.
The places, etc. are all recorded in detail in the data.
Steve Rogers was born on July 4, 1918 in Brooklyn, New York. His father was a soldier of the 107th Infantry Regiment and died of mustard gas in World War I. His mother was a nurse in the tuberculosis ward. Unfortunately, she was infected and died in 1926.
After his mother died, Rogers moved into an orphanage, where he met his only friend, James Barnes.
As an adult, Rogers left the orphanage and became an ordinary worker. He was kind and upright, but he was thin and often bullied. Faced with bullying, Rogers never bowed his head and always fought back bravely, even though he was beaten all over his body every time.
Injured, but he still insisted on himself and never evaded or retreated.
After closing the document, Chen Mo leaned back on his chair, recalled some of the situations mentioned in the document, and compared them with the movie plots in his memory.
At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door of the study room, "Come in, Eddie." Besides himself, there was only old Eddie on the third floor.
The door was slowly pushed open, and old Albert walked in with a tray and poured Chen Mo a cup of coffee.
The mellow aroma of coffee lingered on the tip of his nose, making Chen Mo feel relaxed. He took a sip and felt that the aroma was mellow and the taste was smooth and delicate.
"Thank you, Eddie, the coffee is very good." Chen Mo praised sincerely.
"I am happy to serve you." Old Eddie was very satisfied with Chen Mo's compliment. He bowed slightly and bowed before exiting the study.
Chen Mo shook his head helplessly. Ever since he entered the role of butler, Old Albert had adopted the same behavior as the previous nobles and was meticulous in etiquette. Chen Mo was not used to it. At first, he even had to do it every morning.
I ironed the newspaper with an iron and gave it to Chen Mo to read. Chen Mo talked me through it until he finally stopped.
Steve now works in a factory in Brooklyn. Several bullies in the factory often bully him, and Steve, who never admits defeat, often suffers from injuries.
The factory is not far from the martial arts gym. Rogers would pass by the martial arts gym every morning and evening after get off work. Every time he passed by, he would look up curiously to see this Chinese martial arts gym that occupies a large area.
He didn't recognize the Chinese characters on the plaque. He heard that this was a place that taught Kung Fu, but he didn't have the money to learn it.
This martial arts gym is a very mysterious place in Steve's eyes.
Once he accidentally saw a lean Asian man being robbed by two strong white men. His body was not strong, but his movements were fierce and swift. Steve was about to step forward to help, but before he could even run two steps,
Two big white men had already been knocked to the ground by him.
A few days later, he met this magical Asian man again, and at that time, he was coming out of this martial arts gym.
This added another layer of mystery to this martial arts gym, and Steve couldn't help but become more curious about it.
That night, Steve passed by here again after get off work. Today, the martial arts gym seemed a little unusual. A strange atmosphere enveloped the place, and Steve couldn't help but slow down.
In the martial arts hall, Chen Mo was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. The old butler Albert was still standing beside him in a straight suit. The four boxers stood quietly.
"Finally I couldn't bear it any longer. It was several days later than I expected." Chen Mo put down his cup and looked through the window into the shadow of the alley opposite, where many malicious eyes were flickering in the darkness.
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"The owner of the hall belongs to Johnny Mad Dog, and the two guys I taught him a lesson about last time are also there," Huang Quan, a lean man, said.
"Give them a step and jump out impatiently. They are just a bunch of idiots blinded by greed. Ah Quan, go open the door." Chen Mo smiled disdainfully.
Having long since discovered that someone was spying secretly, Chen Mo took advantage of the situation and sent Huang Quan to frighten the enemy. At the same time, he deliberately put on a good show in front of Steve.
As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, the door of the martial arts hall was slammed hard. Huang Quan stepped forward and opened the door, and as soon as a dozen strong white men filed in with sticks in hand.
A passage opened in the crowd, and a short, stocky white man wearing a suit and a top hat with a crazy and arrogant face slowly walked in. It was Johnny "Mad Dog", one of the mafia leaders in Brooklyn.
After scanning the whole place, he found that there were only a few Asians who were not very strong and one old white man. Johnny, who felt that he was in control of the situation, walked towards the sofa and prepared to sit down.
"Did I let you sit down?" Chen Mo, who had been sitting peacefully on the sofa from beginning to end, suddenly said.
Johnny's figure froze. As a mafia leader and one of the controllers of Brooklyn's underground order, Johnny, who was used to being arrogant and arrogant, felt that his dignity had been challenged. Angry and angry, Johnny looked at the sofa fiercely.
Chen Mo.
"Boy, it seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know who has the final say here! Come on!"
"As you wish." Chen Mo waved his hand, and the four of Huang Quan met the mafia thugs who rushed up with sticks.
Like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, under the rapid punches and kicks of the four men, no one was able to defeat them, and all the dozen thugs were lying on the ground in a matter of seconds.
The field suddenly became quiet, except for the painful groans of the thugs. At this time, Johnny's face became even more ugly.
"Who do you think has the final say here?" Chen Mo looked into Johnny's eyes and asked in a low voice.
"Haha! Haha! Chinese Kung Fu is indeed great! It's a pity that this is the United States! Here, we use it to decide, who! Say it! Forget it!" The expression on Johnny's face suddenly changed, and he laughed and took out a pistol.
, pointed at Chen Mo and said viciously.
Among the group of thugs lying on the ground, several of them took out their pistols and pointed them at Huang Quan and the four of them, and slowly stood up.
The situation seems to be in Johnny's hands again.