"The gangster threw away his gun!"
"Look, Zhang Guan is rushing out!"
"Both of them have no weapons. What are they going to do? Are they going to fight one another?"
"Let me tell you, Zhang Guan will never sit still and wait for death! He wants to challenge the gangsters one on one, he is a man enough!"
"How about a fight with Zhang Guan? Can he beat that gangster?"
"Chinese Kung Fu, I heard that Chinese people know Kung Fu, like Bruce-Lee! And Jackie-Chan!"
"Idiot! That's just a movie! Have you ever seen those Chinese people in Chinatown, how many of them can fight? Besides, Zhang Guan is not a kung fu star. Maybe Zhang Guan can't last three seconds in the hands of that gangster!"
The foreign audiences in front of the TV were discussing, while on the rooftop of the Taj Mahal Hotel, Saluba clenched his fists and looked at Zhang Guan with an angry face!
"I'm going to beat you to a pulp!" Saluba snorted coldly, raised his fists, and was ready for a confrontation.
Zhang Guan also stopped. He realized that the opponent was prepared and knew that a sneak attack would be impossible, so he could only fight head-on.
"Just you? The big man I met downstairs just now, who claimed to have 23 consecutive victories in the underground boxing world, was killed by me! He is your fate." Zhang Guan said.
"Did you kill Ramiro? You are the fighting master!" The incredible look in Saluba's eyes fleetingly passed by. He didn't expect that the fighting master he had been looking for was also Zhang Guan!
"He is a sharpshooter, and he is also a master of fighting. What's going on? Where did he learn these skills? You, a world champion, can't you just run honestly? How can you learn shooting and fighting? Why do I feel that he is more like a terrorist than me? ?" A cold light flashed in Saluba's eyes, and then he continued: "Do you know who Ramiro lost to in the 24th game after 23 consecutive victories?"
"I asked him, but he didn't tell me. Could it be you?" Zhang Guan said.
"Yes, it's me! In a fight, I'm much stronger than Ramiro!" As soon as Saluba finished speaking, Zhang Guan suddenly punched Saluba.
"Sudden attack? You underestimate me!" Saluba snorted and kicked Zhang Guan's fist.
The legs are longer than the arms, so Saluba thought that they would arrive first, but he underestimated Zhang Guan. Zhang Guan ducked and was already in front of Saluba.
A punch was thrown, Saluba blocked it with one arm, and Zhang Guan's fist hit Saluba's forearm. Saluba blocked this punch without any problem.
However, Saluba felt his eyes go dark, and the effect of the heavy blow was triggered at this moment.
"Heavy hit! Awesome!" Zhang Guan was overjoyed. In this moment of life and death, the effect of a hard hit is really important!
This time, Zhang Guan did not fight Ramiro like he did before. He knew that he could not afford to waste time and chose to fight quickly.
Quick punch! Zhang Guan increased his fist speed to the extreme. Although the pursuit of punch speed will inevitably sacrifice some lethality, Zhang Guan hopes to use fast punches to deliver a few more heavy blows, so that Saluba has no chance to fight back as much as possible.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Zhang Guan waved his fist desperately. He no longer cared whether he hit Saluba's head or other parts. Anyway, as long as he could hit Saluba, Then punch!
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Command center.
"Oh!" the police officer exclaimed again.
Dutt opened his eyes and saw Zhang Guan punching continuously, hitting Saluba with every punch, and Saluba was like a sandbag, standing there being beaten back and forth by Zhang Guan.
"How could I forget this? Zhang Guan just defeated Ramiro! Zhang Guan has very profound boxing skills!" Dut let out a long sigh.
In front of the TV, the audience was even more excited.
They did not see the surveillance when Zhang Guan defeated Ramiro before, so in their eyes, they only saw Zhang Guan rushing to Saluba and punching him so fast that Saluba was unable to fight back.
"I originally thought that Zhang Guan would be beaten up by the gangsters, but why was it completely reversed? That gangster was beaten up by Zhang Guan?"
"Chinese Kung Fu, is this Chinese Kung Fu? The gangsters they beat were unable to fight back! It's so powerful!"
"What kind of Chinese Kung Fu is this? I think this is just random fighting! Zhang Guan is obviously hitting wherever he hits! There is no skill at all."
"Isn't it a one-on-one challenge? Is this considered a one-on-one challenge? This is just sandbagging!"
"What kind of gangster with strong firepower and well-trained skills! How dare he come out to show off his skills at this level? Zhang Guan was knocked unconscious by a flurry of punches. I thought I could kill that gangster even if I went! Just like this, the Indian police couldn't attack for a long time. The police in India are too good!"
"I can't stand it any longer. I really can't stand it any longer! This is completely one-sided! After receiving so many punches, I feel some sympathy for that gangster... "
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In the White House, President George W. Bush is also paying attention to everything happening in Mumbai.
"President, according to the exact information just sent by our CIA, more than 10 American citizens were killed in this attack. There are still some that cannot be counted for the time being, which means that we may receive more reports from the United States in the future. Reports of citizen casualties!" the director of the Intelligence Office said worriedly.
"These incompetent police in India!" President Bush said viciously.
The current presidential election in the United States has ended. President George W. Bush's party lost the election. Many people in the party pointed the finger of the election defeat at some of President George W. Bush's policies during his tenure. Therefore, the anxious President George W. Bush hopes to be safe. I spent the last more than one month of my term, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.
"President, we have contacted India. The Indian security department told us that these bandits are well-equipped, well-trained, and stronger than the average army! And they have dispatched elite national power guards... "
"Well-equipped? Well-trained? Stronger than the army! Show me, does this mean well-trained? Does it mean stronger than the army?" President George W. Bush pointed to a TV that had just been moved over and continued: "The well-trained training you are talking about is being beaten up by an athlete! Please see clearly, that is Zhang Guan! Not Rambo! Not Terminator T-800! Not even Ethan Hunt! He is just an athlete !However, he has already killed a group of gangsters!"
The director of the Intelligence Office turned around and saw Zhang Guanzheng beating Saluba as a sandbag, and he didn't know what to say.
"Damn Indians! You tell me that the gangsters are strong even though you are so bad that you can't defeat them? You make me take the blame in front of the president!"
At the same time, in the UK, the British Prime Minister was also yelling!
"Well-equipped? Well-trained? A small group of men was killed by a grenade! Two people were singled out, without even a single fight back, and were beaten like sandbags! Do those Indians think we are idiots? They are just being so proud. An athlete can take down six or seven gangsters, but they are surrounded by hundreds of policemen, but they tell me that they cannot rescue the trapped British citizens? Are hundreds of policemen inferior to one athlete? Incompetent! These incompetent guys! I Now I really admire those Indian governors in the colonial era who had to manage such a bunch of rubbish! Call me the number of the Prime Minister of India, I want to speak to him personally!"
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Taj Mahal Hotel, rooftop, Saluba lies on the ground, unconscious. He never understood how he was defeated. The dizziness caused him no chance to think.
Zhang Guan stood up, breathing heavily. He looked at the helicopter of the aerial TV station and found that the helicopter had no intention of coming down to save him.
"There is such a big noise on the rooftop. Maybe other gangsters will come up soon. We can't stay here for a long time. We must leave here quickly." Zhang Guan pulled Sharapova up and looked around at the same time.
"Look there! It's a fire hose!" Sharapova pointed not far away. There was a pile of fire hoses rolled up in the corner. They looked very worn and had obviously been placed for a long time.
However, Zhang Guan knew that this old hose would be their hope of escape...
Leader Randy sent more monthly tickets. Leader Randy sent several more monthly tickets today. Thank you very much! I will continue to add updates for Xinmeng tomorrow.
(End of chapter)