A few hours have passed since the banquet started, and the moon has climbed high in the sky. The patience of the agents ambushing around them has been worn away little by little. They cursed Mr. 7 in a low voice for procrastinating in doing things, and had no idea what Mr. 7 was going through in his heart. What kind of struggle.
But it was just a little struggle. Mr. 7 knew clearly that even if the truth was like this, he would not be able to escape. If he dared to show any suspicion, he would be killed by a senior agent immediately.
Now is not the time to doubt the boss. In any case, let’s complete this mission first, and then think about your future.
Mr.7 said in a bad tone: "I have told you everything I can tell you. Now give me an answer. Should you join or not?" Zhang Da also saw his changing expression, and as expected, just by It is too difficult to incite someone to rebel with just a few words. The necessary condition for evading is to have a fight with the other party first.
He shook his head: "Sorry, I have no interest in MLM organizations at all."
"Really? That's such a pity. It seems that there are going to be a few more tombstones on the cactus." Mr. 7 took two steps back and gestured. The music in the banquet hall suddenly stopped, and dozens of dark Guns fired simultaneously from all directions.
Arturia had already sensed this, and she moved the sword in her hand a few times, snapping all the bullets fired at her in half.
Rui Mengmeng didn't panic. She drew out her black sword and made a few dings to stop all the bullets with her side.
Zhang Da also came to the line rationally. Instead of resisting with an iron block, he picked up the folding stool and used the stool surface to knock all the bullets away. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that today's folding stool was particularly easy to use.
A bullet shot by Zhang Daye flew past Mr. 7's ear and took away a few hairs on his temples.
Mr. 7 broke out in a cold sweat. It was obviously a perfect surprise attack. Why could they react so quickly?
And these three were not the only ones who reacted quickly. Ye Yan, who was originally standing on the table to perform, instantly turned over and jumped off the table. Facing the 'fans' who were rushing towards him with swords in their hands, he gently sounded the soul-killing gong.
"Oh, the fans are too enthusiastic and very annoying." This time, the power was controlled well. It only immobilized people two or three meters around and did not disturb his companions. Ye Yan waved his hand and released four flag demons.
"Fuck them!" The four flag monsters smiled and rushed towards the frightened agents. They were upset when they thought that the four people left behind on the ship could play mahjong in the name of watching the ship. They just took it out on these people.
As soon as the few people who were drinking with Shark Chili received the signal, they smashed their wine glasses at Shark Chili, and then reached out and drew their knives.
Shark Pepper smashed the wine glass with a slap, and in turn shot out the wine in the glass like a bullet: "Hit the water!"
"Wow!" Several people didn't even pull out their knives, and they flew backwards as if they were hit by shotguns.
"Three Thousand Watts Roundhouse Kick!" Shark Pepper noticed two lolita and a kitten rubbing their eyes in confusion, and kicked the person dressed as a nun away with a roundhouse kick.
The unlucky nun was frothing at the mouth, her eyes turned white, and she lost consciousness. She bumped into a man and a woman who were about to capture two little lolita as hostages.
"Thank you, Mr. Shark Pepper!" Wendy politely thanked her after waking up, and then wrapped her arms around Hayate,
"Tianlong's Wing Strike!"
"It's over. If you fall asleep when surrounded by enemies, you will be laughed at by that guy when you go back." Perona grimaced and went back to back with Wendy, and a series of little ghosts flew out.
"Day!" mr.7 was shocked. The muscular woman who was famous among the agents didn't even catch a single move.
"And even Mr. 6 and Miss. Mother's Day are... bad!" Mr. 7 was horrified. Even that humble robot and these children are so strong, so how powerful must the guy who seems to be the strongest be? sharp?
"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky!" Uncle Long, who seemed to be the strongest, was being chased around the place by a group of agents.
At the beginning of the battle, he was targeted by more than a dozen guns at the same time. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and overturned the table to block his sight.
Bang bang bang, the gunmen pulled the trigger according to their own judgment, leaving a dozen holes in the table.
At an angle they couldn't see, Jackie Chan's body was pressed against the table, his arms were spread out, his head was tilted, and bullet holes were evenly distributed and accurately traced under his armpits and next to his head.
The gunfire stopped, and the agents armed with melee weapons pounced on their companions while they were reloading. This was the key target of Mr. 7's instructions, and of course everyone had to come together.
Jackie Chan glanced at the bullet hole next to his ear from behind the overturned table, with a drop of cold sweat streaming down his forehead. When he heard the gunfire stop, he sneakily poked half of his head out to observe the enemy's situation.
After seeing a group of people rushing up together, Jackie Chan kicked the table away, turned around and ran away, shouting the catchphrase "bad luck, bad luck" as he ran.
Three or four agents were knocked down by the dining table that suddenly flew over. The others raised their weapons and cursed while chasing after them.
"Stop! Despicable guy!"
"Let's have a showdown!"
"Are you considered the strongest like this?"
"I'm not the strongest! I just know a little bit about martial arts!" Jackie Chan shouted unjustly, without stopping the movement of his feet. He felt that these people might have some misunderstanding about him.
I'm just an ordinary person. I can hit one or two people at most at the same time. If so many people come together, one person can stab me to death!
The agents didn't believe his lies. They had fired more than a dozen shots at the same time without hurting him. Instead, he knocked down three or four of them casually. This guy must have wanted to support others!
"How dare you look down on us, give him some color!"
"Oh!!" Although they are going together, the running speeds of the agents are always different. As Jackie Chan runs around in the banquet hall, he nimbly shuttles between the tables, chairs and benches, and throws out cups and dishes from time to time. Interference, the agents finally put some distance between themselves.
"Suffer death!" The two agents stabbed Jackie Chan in the back with knives at the same time. Jackie Chan dove under a round table, rolled nimbly to the opposite side of the table, and let two knives hit the table. While the two of them were retrieving the knives, he picked up a chair and knocked down one of them.
Another agent saw his companion falling to the ground and stabbed Jackie Chan in the chest with a knife. Jackie Chan held the back of the chair with both hands and pushed the chair forward to block it. The tip of the knife almost pierced the surface of the chair.
The agent drew his knife backwards, but Jackie Chan used the chair leg to stir him up. His arm was pinched by the chair leg and hurt, and the long knife clattered to the ground.
Before he could react, Jackie Chan picked up the chair again and hit him once on the abdomen and once on the back, knocking him down.
When the agent wanted to get up, the chair was placed directly above him. Jackie Chan turned around handsomely, sat on the chair and crossed his legs.
The agent bared his teeth and tried to get up but couldn't find the strength: "Damn it, let me get up." At this moment, a young man wearing a crown and a green suit did several back handsprings in succession, holding a metal rod in each hand. The bat was aimed at Jackie Chan and smashed down.
Jackie Chan stood up quickly and replied rudely: "Okay, I'll let you up right now!"
"It's up to you..." The agent put his hands on the ground and stood up from the chair, but then he felt a pain in the back of his head, and blood flowed down.
It turned out that a metal bat had shattered the chair, and another had hit him in the back of the head. Jackie Chan spread his hands: "It's none of my business, he was the one who hit me."
"Mr.9, you..." The unfortunate agent's eyes widened and he fell to the ground before he finished speaking. Mr. 9 stared at Jackie Chan with both bats: "It was an accidental injury, sorry baby! As compensation for the moves you endured, I will use them twice as much on him!" Jackie Chan looked left and right, and copied them casually on the dining table next to him. Two pairs of fast pieces were held in his hands.
mr.9 laughed: "Do you want to use that thing against my 'Perseverance Bat', baby?" Jackie Chan moved his hands, letting the two pairs of tachyons dexterously spin a few times in his hands, and finally started again Hold it as if you were using a pair of sticks.
However, after comparing the weapons of both sides, Jackie Chan said with some embarrassment: "Uh... how about you wait for me to find a suitable weapon?" For some reason, he subconsciously ignored the pistol and kabuta electric shock stick hanging on his waist. .
"It's too late, baby!" Mr.9 raised the metal bat and hit Jackie Chan with his bow from left to right.
"I block, I block..." Jackie Chan was weak with only two pairs of fast pieces, but in the end he suffered from his length, and sometimes he had to raise his arms to resist the bat.
The two of them exchanged more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye. After Jackie Chan blocked one move, the tachyon in his right hand reached out. Mr.9 leaned back to dodge, and did a few back handsprings to distance himself.
"You are indeed very powerful. If you were an ordinary person, the bones in your arms would have been broken by me long ago. You can actually keep your expression calm." Faced with such praise, Jackie Chan maintained his handsome posture with a smile, but Within a few seconds, the expression on his face gradually collapsed: "It hurts, it hurts!" Jackie Chan bent down, his whole body spinning in pain, and his hands kept rubbing his arms quickly, trying to relieve the pain, but Every time I turn to face Mr. 9, I still want to maintain a handsome alert posture, and when I turn around slightly, I will immediately break the skill.
"You guy..." Mr.9's mouth twitched, feeling that he might have seen the wrong person and wasted his feelings.
"Then I'll use this trick to deal with you, the Hot-Blooded No. 9 Perseverance Bat!" Mr. 9 did nine back handsprings in a row, gathered enough strength, and hit Jackie Chan's head with two bats: "Go to hell. ...What?!" I saw two metal bats falling. Jackie Chan raised his hands, moved his fingers slightly, and opened the two pairs of tachyons to clamp or hold the bats.
"Hehe." Jackie Chan smiled,
"I'm very good at using tachyon." Mr.9 saw his special move being caught in such an incredible way, and shouted in disbelief: "Impossible! It's just tachyon, you can do it casually Break!" Mr.9 exerted force on his hands, pressed down on the bat, and the four tachyons bent to an exaggerated arc.
Seeing that the tachyons were about to break, Jackie Chan had an idea and shook his hands forward. The two pairs of curved tachyons slapped on Mr. 9's wrist under the action of elasticity.
"It hurts!" Mr.9 let go of his hand in pain. Jackie Chan had quick eyes and quick hands. He threw away his tachyon and caught two falling bats. He hit Mr. 9 on the head twice. Then he performed a cool batting trick, holding a bat under his arm and imitating Bruce Lee. He raised his chin slightly toward Mr. 9.
"You..." Mr.9 fainted and fell to the ground unwillingly. However, Jackie Chan also encountered a little accident. The bat that he was holding under his arm accidentally hit the mechanism. The front end of the bat flew out like a meteor hammer, drawing a beautiful arc and hitting Jackie Chan's head. .
"Ah, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!" Jackie Chan threw away the bat and rubbed his head with an ugly expression.
