At the corner of the Louis Bar, more than a dozen mercenaries have gathered. They have just received the news and are ready to accept the order to kill Fan Jianming.
Beside them, without exception, sit bar girls.
They all received Fan Jianming's photos on their mobile phones.
There are frontal, sideways, and full-length photos.
After seeing Fan Jianming’s photo and his body information, a big man couldn’t help but smile, "Mygod, this is the legendary Death God Fan in country C? Isn’t it a bit humorous, how can I? It feels no different from the oriental students walking on the western streets?"
Another big man said: "Oriental people pay attention to wisdom. Perhaps this fan's fame is not based on his skill, but on his ingenuity."
"No," said a big man sitting next to him, "I've heard of him, he is a very strong martial artist, and he is a man of skillful shooting skills."
"You're an Oriental martial arts movie, right? What they call Kung Fu is nothing more than a display of physical fitness. It's okay to make movies and perform on stage. If it's really one-to-one combat, let alone we have no limits. The fighting is our heavyweight boxing, including Oriental karate, Muay Thai, etc. I am afraid that they will not be able to deal with it."
"No," a bar girl smiled: "I feel that you have some misunderstandings about Orientals. Don't think they are generally not tall, and some are quite good when they are in sex."
Her words caused laughter in the whole room.
"What are you laughing at?" The woman seemed a bit dissatisfied, and added: "They are not only powerful, but also generous. Usually we have a hard time finding a customer, and they only make up to fifty dollars at a time. They make at least five hundred dollars per shot. "
"That's because of the different systems. There is no professional woman like yours in their country. It's hard to get a country once, so I'm so stupid. I think they all regard you as goddesses."
There was another roar of laughter among those present.
A boss-like person tapped on the bar counter: "OK, according to reliable information, this fan has got off the plane and is approaching the border in a taxi. Maybe he has already reached the town. Let's go out and look for it, anytime, anywhere. See him, kill without mercy."
Yes, head)! "
"Ladies, if anyone meets him and brings to your ***, the prize is five thousand dollars!"
"Mygod (oh my god)—"
All the ladies screamed. If they can't run into a man from the East, five thousand dollars, they don't know how many men they have to receive to earn.
Just when they were about to get up, Fan Jianming walked in with Chang Kai in his arms, and inadvertently looked back and found that Chen Chao and Dong Mingxia were also behind him, and it was too late to let them go.
Fan Jianming glanced at the bar and found that there were nearly twenty men and women who had coincided with each other, staring at him in amazement.
Everyone was surprised and surprised by his arrival.
A big white man standing at the door stretched out his hand to block him.
Fan Jianming didn't speak, but looked at each other.
The big white man shrugged: "Sorry (sorry), in extraordinary times, everyone who enters this bar cannot carry weapons."
Obviously, he was going to search Fan Jianming's body.
Fan Jianming said coldly: "Call your webmaster out!"
The big white man looked inexplicably shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about?"
Fan Jianming hugged Chang Kai and turned around one hundred and eighty degrees, kicking one leg directly towards the white man's neck.
The white man was 1.9 meters long, at least two hundred and thirty kilograms, and he kicked him directly.
The huge body fell backwards quickly, and slammed into a table, not only smashing the table to pieces, but also the things on the table smashing to the ground.
Chen Chao and Fan Jianming looked at each other: I'll go, do it if they don't agree?
When the bar girls saw this, they just screamed, but hurriedly covered their mouths with their palms.
The well-trained mercenaries stood up at the same time and immediately took out their own guns, some were pistols, some were submachine pistols, and some were pocket shotguns.
Fan Jianming seemed to be prepared. While kicking the big white man, he followed the trend and put Chang Kai's body on the bar, and the shadow pressed towards the head facing everyone.
Before the guy could react, Fan Jianming wrapped one arm around his neck, and took the pistol from his waist with the other hand, then bit the bolt with his teeth.
Put the gun on the guy's waist.
Sitting on the side, a big black man who was nearly two meters tall looked heavier than the big white man just now. He was not weak in physical strength and had long arms.
I saw him with a thunder and thunder, and he waved his hand as a punch.
Even worse, when his fist was only ten centimeters away from the bridge of Fan Jianming’s nose, he heard a click, and a sleeve arrow that had grown out of his fist at least fifteen centimeters bounced out and pierced Fan Jianming’s throat. .
At a distance of only ten centimeters from the bridge of his nose, a sleeve arrow that was more than fifteen centimeters in length suddenly popped up. It was so secretive that even King Kong would not be able to escape this fatal blow.
Chen Chao and Dong Mingxia were shocked in a cold sweat, and it was too late for them to catch up.
There is no way to hide.
Fan Jianming narrowed his neck and opened his mouth, just enough to fit the sleeve arrow in his mouth, and at the same time he flew up and kicked the opponent's key.
This time, instead of flying kicking, he kicked from the bottom up, hearing only a "bang".
With a height of nearly two meters and a weight of nearly 300 kilograms, the black man was kicked into the air, and his head directly rang the crystal lamp on the roof.
Before the black man had time to scream, he fell from the air again. Sadly, Fan Jianming kicked a chair in front of him. When the black man fell, he just sat on the back of the chair.
With a "click", the back of the chair was immediately broken by him. The pain made him stare and open his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound.
"Oh--"
All the men present unanimously exclaimed in a low voice. The painful feeling made them feel the same.
Fan Jianming couldn't let the opponent gasp, and kicked again, and directly kicked the big black man in the abdomen. The huge body of the big black man flying upside down, hit at least three or four women, and took the other two big men who were about to catch the black man. , Also staggered a few steps, and sat down on the ground.
At this time, the whole bar was completely quiet.
The people present seemed to be bigger than anyone else's eyes. They looked at Fan Jianming dumbfounded, and couldn't believe that everything they saw in front of them was true.
Where is this oriental student walking on the street in the West?
No wonder he is called Death Fan, he really is a god of death!
(End of this chapter)