"That Chinese woman surnamed Tang is even more cunning than bin Laden. She also has excellent fighting skills. Since the end of the 1990s, this woman has assassinated more than a dozen of our military leaders stationed in Southeast Asia in one go in Indonesia. I don’t know how many operations were arranged to capture or kill him, but they didn’t get a hair of her. If we capture or kill her this time, it will be God’s missing us.”
The two tall white men in the cab pretending to be sailors were all powerful, their eyes were full of air, they had long hands and feet, and their pectoral and abdominal muscles were protruding. Their clothes were bulging, as if they were stuffed with iron.
Two white guys who seem to have boundless energy.
"To be honest, when it comes to fighting, the two nations, China and Japan, are the most powerful and mysterious. It seems that there is mysterious power in the bodies of these two nations." The white man named Smith rubbed his huge thumb with his thumb. hooked nose.
"We Caucasians are born with a strong physique, and we don't know how much higher than these yellow-skinned monkeys in East Asia. If necessary, I would like to compete with that woman surnamed Tang today. "
In addition, the white man squeezed his big fist, his muscles throbbed, and his joints made a series of crisp sounds.
"Okay, if there is a chance, as long as she comes up, we will definitely be able to control the situation. At that time, you can compete with her however you want."
"That's for sure, Morgan. There are 30 of us, all of whom are the most elite fighters in the Marine Corps, equipped with first-class firepower, and there are ambushes in the water. Wait a minute, as long as the woman surnamed Tang comes on a yacht cruise, it will be She has wings, but she can't fly."
The two white men, Smith and Morgan, waited foolishly on the boat, waiting for Tang Zichen and Wang Chao to throw themselves into the trap. Unexpectedly, the two siblings suddenly changed their plans. At this time, they were sitting peacefully in a luxurious villa near the mouth of the Han River, tasting rich fragrant tea, and they looked at the distant place through the tall floor-to-ceiling glass. The large cruise ship faintly parked on the sea.
A small red clay stove is placed on the Eight Immortals Table in the center of the large room, with a charcoal fire under it, which is burning red, lingering with water vapor, and the room is filled with the fragrance of tea.
Tang Zichen and Wang Chao sat on both sides of the table, each with a set of red and exquisite tea sets.
"I've seen this set of tea sets. It seems to be the set of Chinese reds collected by Chen Aiyang. How did it get into my sister's hands?" Wang Chao mentioned the red clay stove, and Tang Zichen and himself made a cup. Taking a deep breath, he played with the tea set in his hand.
"I think it's good, so I'll bring it here." Tang Zichen's tone was as if there was everything in the world, as long as she wanted it, she could get it.
"Sister, since you feel the danger, if someone ambushed us on Chen Aiyang's cruise ship, there must be arrangements on the shore. It might not be safe for us to stay here." Wang Chao's eyes never left Tang Zichen's face, as if he would never leave. Can't get enough of the same.
"This is the private residence of a political head of the European Union in South Korea. There is no need to worry about safety." Tang Zichen blew his tea slowly.
"Sister, what do you have to do with the European Union?" Wang Chao suddenly thought that he was misunderstood by many people as a spy of the European Union because of Tang Zichen's relationship.
"It doesn't matter. The European Political, Economic and Monetary Union is actually a very scattered group. Your sister is just a large consortium that once helped several countries, trained mercenaries in Africa for a period of time, and then secretly met and bought them. Some senior officials are just using each other."
"Then sister and Hongmen's relationship?" Wang Chao continued to ask without any scruples. Because in his heart, Tang Zichen is the closest person.
"Your sister used to be from Hongmen." Tang Zichen took a sip of tea, "From the last century until the end of the 1990s, whether in Europe, America or Southeast Asia, the wave of anti-China was on the rise. Many places were smashed, looted and burned. There is no Chinese who does not tremble all day, walking on thin ice. Especially in 1998, in Indonesia, the great turmoil, your sister and I have personally experienced it. At that time, your sister was only your age, slightly older than you A little older, and your kung fu is not as good as yours. The Hongmen of the world will send us a group of people to assassinate some military leaders of Western countries who instigated riots, as well as the leaders of those black monkeys. Since that time, your sister has assassinated more than ten people in a row A military leader was targeted."
Tang Zichen spoke slowly, her eyes were like smoke and mist, as if she was caught in a memory, and she spit out each word, although it was plain, but Wang Chao could hear that it was thrilling.
Hongmen's assassination has a long history. Back then, Sun Yat-sen's Tongmenghui, Hongmen disciples assassinated many high-ranking Manchu officials.
Wang Chao also knew that the black-skinned monkeys Tang Zichen was talking about were natives of Indonesia in Southeast Asia. Because they were located in the tropical ocean, they were all dark, thin and small. These people have been lazy since ancient times. After the Chinese immigrated, they worked hard and made a fortune, and they were extremely jealous, thinking that the Chinese had robbed them of their living space, so these aborigines often beat, smashed, robbed, burned, raped, and dismembered the Chinese. Until the end of the 1990s, instigated by some Western countries, a heinous massacre riot broke out.
The purpose of Hongmen is to unite the Chinese and not to be humiliated by others.
Such a large massacre against the Chinese. The World Hongmen Association established in Honolulu, USA in 1992 was originally a group established to target the anti-China wave. Naturally, it will not ignore it and send experts to assassinate it. It is a matter of course. .
Wang Chao thinks about it, although he has experienced many things in the country, life and death fights, but most of them are ring competitions, or contests between boxers, but in the chaos of war like Tang Zichen, he took the bullets and killed many times. Leader Fang, or never.
Comparing the experience of the two, Wang Chao is still not as good as the sister who taught him boxing.
It is not accidental that Tang Zichen has achieved such an achievement in boxing.
"Killing a person in ten steps will never leave you behind. Jing Ke assassinated Qin, and Nie Zheng attacked Han, so happy." Wang Chao murmured, thinking that he was in the country and joined the military. Happy, actually very stuffy in my chest.
"Brother, your metaphor is wrong. Your sister just killed a bunch of pigs and dogs." Tang Zichen frowned.
"Fortunately, over the years, the status of our motherland has risen sharply, and the lives of overseas Chinese have also become easier. But because of this, the Hongmen began to disunite a few years ago, and the internal fighting was fierce. Your sister and I had to leave out."
Tang Zichen shook his head and sighed: "When resisting foreign enemies, we will work together, and when peace comes down, we will start fighting among ourselves. This has been inevitable since ancient times. Even gods can't help it. Let's not talk about these things, brothers and sisters, let's talk about boxing techniques and boxers."
"Overseas boxers are more than a level higher than domestic boxers. This is not just a problem of loss of authenticity, but also the pressure of survival." Wang Chao also occasionally talked about this issue with Liao Junhua: "I remember Liao Junhua said that when he was studying in the United States, children must know both hands, otherwise they might be blocked by blacks and whites and snatch everything from them, especially girls, there is a 90% chance Raped. At that time, there was a trend against Chinese in the whole Western countries."
"Liao Junhua knows how difficult it is for overseas Chinese to survive, and he has joined the Hongmen, and his boxing skills have also reached the peak. He is a rare master. Such a person is very rare. If he is in the position, your sister and I will really I want to cooperate with him." Tang Zichen straightened his body.
"Among the overseas Chinese, the boxers, the brilliant ones, are indeed twice as expensive as those in China. The greater the pressure, the faster they grow. But is there still someone like my sister?" Wang Chao suddenly thought of this question .
"Maybe, maybe not. Your sister is actually not very famous in the martial arts world outside the sea. Most people don't know me." Tang Zichen smiled: "Little brother, your boxing skills are actually not inferior to mine, but It’s just a little bit less than the way of sincerity. Your gossip smashes your hands, and you are fierce. I have met countless boxers, but I have never seen one that can compare with you. Just say a word, brother, you are the world First, it’s almost the same.”
When it comes to boxing, Wang Chao has his own set of opinions over the years, and he is not the stupid boy he was back then.
Looking at Tang Zichen's beautiful face, delicate skin, and smelling the faint fragrance of her body, Wang Chao suddenly felt an impulse to hold this sister in his arms, and give her a deep kiss.
But Tang Zichen's elder sister's teacher's majesty was still deeply rooted in his heart, and he was already a master of martial arts with rich experience, not an impulsive young man, with his own reserve.
So the impulse in his heart flashed, and then it was suppressed, as fast as lightning.
However, although this impulse was suppressed, the next moment, it was ready to move again, as if the wild fire could not be exhausted, and the spring breeze was blowing again.
Wang Chao felt a little distracted.