The dense stars are gradually covered by night clouds, and the drizzling raindrops cover the streets and alleys.

The noisy old neighborhood, the music playing, the rap silenced. On the second floor of the apartment with lights on, the black Tori warmed up two glasses of milk, drank one of his own, and took the other to push the closed door open, pressed the light on, and handed it to the figure lying on the bed.

The rain splashed in the glass slowly flowed down. Wang Ruhu turned his face and turned his feet, sat on the edge of the bed, took the milk and said thank you, and then remained silent.

Tori scratched the back of his neck, turned around and found a book, sat next to Wang Ruhu and flipped through it for a while, "Master Wang, are you actually worried about your four compatriots?"

Over there, Wang Ruhu took a sip of milk and his eyes fell on the book in his hand. The content was about Chinese people. He looked at it for a few seconds, mostly about emotions and concepts of family and country.

"What are you doing when reading this kind of book? Are you planning to travel to China?"

Tori shook his head, pointed at Wang Ruhu, and tapped himself with his fingertips: "Study, learn the feelings of you Chinese. The kung fu you teach me should first treat yourself as a Chinese. Only with the thoughts and ideas of Chinese people can you bring your kung fu to the extreme!"

Wang Ruhu blinked, and looked at him with a serious expression and said with a clear expression. He couldn't help laughing when he remembered the enthusiasm he had always wanted to be his teacher before.

"Your love for Kung Fu is rare among Westerners."

"I never thought I was Western, but white skin."

Seeing him saying these words, Wang Ruhu didn't want to continue to pull the topic down, and continued what the other party said just now, "Worried about the four people." Holding the milk, he looked at the gradually getting heavy raindrops outside the window.

"I'm really worried about them, but it's okay, I'm going to leave."

"What are you going to do if you leave? Don't you pursue martial arts?"

Seeing that Wang Ruhu was silent, Tori was a little excited and sat closer, "Why didn't you raise your skills to a higher level? Just like you were worried about those four people, you thought to yourself, just do it!"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The man smiled, knocked on the black Tori's chest, got up and walked out of the room, took off his shirt, exposed his strong body, and waved to the young black who came out.

"I taught you the art of bodybuilding before. I'll ask you another move this time and come and hit me!"

Tori did not hesitate to what he had become accustomed to practice. He took two steps and suddenly accelerated his body. The moment his left foot fell to the floor, he raised his right foot and swept away Wang Ruhu's body. He pulled out the other party's thick arm as if he was hitting a skin drum. He was about to move his feet away quickly, Wang Ruhu bent his arms, clamped his feet, grabbed his stomach with his backhand, poked his index finger and middle finger into his knees like lightning. The black young man screamed "Ah!"

"The eighteen martial arts of China, with bare hands, are ranked at the end, not because it is weak, but because it is a wide variety. One of them is called splitting tendons and bones. If you want to learn, the first thing is to identify meridians and bone joints."

Wang Ruhu's face was plain, and he lifted the black young man's knees, clamped his fingers and twisted his kneecap.

"ah!!"

The entire apartment was filled with a terrifying wail. Tori fell to the floor with a bang, covered her knees and twisted on the ground, her face covered with tears.

"No matter how strong an opponent is, once the bones are misaligned, their combat effectiveness will drop directly, just like you."

Wang Ruhu walked slowly to the other side, reached out and grabbed the foot that could no longer move. Another 'click' sound of bones, and the originally staggered kneecap was moved back to its original position.

The pain continued, but it was not as painful as before, and the psychological pressure that my feet would break. Tori lay on the floor for a while before he recovered. When he sat up, Wang Ruhu had already drunk the glass of milk and opened the door and walked outside.

"I'll go out for a walk."

As the black young man said, in fact, he was still worried about the four living treasures, after all, they were all compatriots.

After leaving the apartment, braved the heavy rain, he went all the way to Chinatown. It was already late at night there. The building where the woman rented was already asleep. The low building next to him knocked on the door for a long time and pushed open the door. Uncle Long was not in the room.

Looking at the neat bedding and the half-incense in the incense burner in front of the shrine, Wang Ruhu frowned and returned to the rainy night, disappearing quickly on the long street.

.........

Wow—

The late night rain weaves a row of bead curtains on the eaves with coldness. The thick and short-bearded figure standing on the roof of the piled abandoned cars looked like a giant looking at the warehouse with lights in the distance. She opened her mouth slightly, and a white air floated out into the rain curtain.

"The people from the CIA are here, just in time for them to testify, borrow their mouths and leave the name Dawns on the US dangerous list."

In the low male voice, Dawns slowly took his hand out of his pocket, tightened his finger-exposed gloves, and then waved lightly at the side, "Everyone, kill half of it and leave half of it!"

Around the surroundings, figures scattered silently on the rainy night. The blonde woman wearing a tactical vest and erected her high-breasted breasts finally checked the gun and was about to leave when the man in the used car turned his face.

"Pova, stay, open your eyes and look at me carefully. Can the man in your heart compare to me?"

The piled car body creaked lightly, and the man above seemed to be held up by the night wind, slowly landing on the ground, carrying his hands on his back and walking to the warehouse with lights in front of him.

Behind him, Pova, who was carrying a gun, left the other party, and the depressing atmosphere dissipated. She pursed her lips and kicked a piece of iron on the ground with a rather unwilling kick.

at the same time.

The drizzle of rain splashed outside and sarcastic Fred and Smith were sarcastic. Then, the two walked to the nearby CIA agents who were carrying equipment. The staff entered the warehouse. Fred watched many precision instruments being laid out bit by bit, feeling a little bit like being in a science fiction movie.

Not far away, Linda, holding the document comparison number, twisted her tight skirt, and jogged to the side of the boss who was planning the drawings with the sound of "da" high heels.

Natalie wore a long white coat of researchers, picked up the drawings from time to time to discuss with the researchers, and occasionally raised her head to give instructions on where the instrument should be placed.

When she saw Fred looking at the warehouse layout there, she put down her pen and looked at Smith.

"Why did this Inspector Fred come here?"

Smith shrugged his shoulders with a smile. He did not dare to show his previous expressions at will for the woman in front of him. It was not fear, but the military that was concerned about the other party's cooperation.

"Oh, our detective is a little unwilling to accept it and doesn't believe in the CIA, so let him see it clearly with his own eyes, Dr. Natalie."

The voice of speaking went away, and in the sound of rain, the CIA agents walking back and forth in the martial law night were tense, watching any abnormal noises that might appear in the darkness. In the monitoring room of the guard, the few people staring at the surveillance screen looked a little sore. When rubbing their eyes, someone came out of the glass window in the heavy rain.

Someone got up and went outside to stop the other party, "Hey, no one is allowed to enter and exit here, please leave!"

The two remaining people in the monitoring room also looked vigilantly. Two figures entered quietly, and when they reacted, their mouths and noses were covered by big hands, their heads twisted to the side, and their bodies fell softly in the other person's arms and were placed on the ground.

The CIA who was negotiating looked at the tall man wearing a duckbill hat in front of him, noticed a strange thing, subconsciously reached out to touch the gun, his arm suddenly tightened, and his whole person was instantly pulled into the other person's arms.

The man tightened his arms and tweaked them.

‘Click!’

The CIA in his arms bent backwards softly, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and was picked up by the man and twisted it into a twist.

In an instant, he nodded to one of the two companions in the monitoring room, the man wrapped in a flower turban, started running, jumped, supported the iron door with one hand, flipped over the door leaf, and landed steadily.

"Zoen, notify other directions and close the net!"

...........

In the warehouse, Smith, who had invited Fred to see the equipment, spread his hands and asked the police station detective to leave at Natalie's rude "suggestion".

He used a 'sorry' expression, "Inspector Fred, it's time to put aside his doubts and unwillingness now. I hope to stop this matter, just pretend that you know nothing and have never seen anything."

Fred didn't know how to continue. In his case, he was actually unreasonable, but he couldn't breathe anger and was a little unwilling to accept it. Because of these things, he almost lost his job. His colleagues in the bureau were ridiculed by the CIA and Li's death were all related to these studies.

After seeing this, and taking things with urgency, maybe things should come to an end like this.

He pondered for a while before he squeezed out a smile.

"I'm disturbing you..."

Just as I was about to say "I'll leave immediately", I heard a scream from outside "Ah--" suddenly resounding, and the sound of rain mixed with it came from afar. It was obviously the CIA on duty outside.

The two people who were talking, and Natalie who was planning the drawings there, hugged the information and stared at Linda in a daze. Several researchers were also stunned, and their eyes were all looking at the warehouse gate.
Chapter completed!