The strongest skill system

"Is this Huaxia's kung fu? It's amazing."

"Mr. Mo Ye has been protected by God."

"Maybe he is the incarnation of God!"

Many seemed to see the object of their daily prayers.

But the killer was calm and calm, until Ye Mo came to him, his bullets had already been fired, and it was too late to change the magazine.

Ready to fight Ye Mo.

But he didn't have a chance to make a move, he was directly punched by Ye Mo and hit the back corner of the wall.

But this guy was still able to move around, but obviously he didn't dare to fight Ye Mo anymore, and wanted to escape, Ye Mo came to him and stopped him, asking: "Who sent you here?"

At the same time, Miguocha, who was nearby, had already arrived, pointing guns at the killer.

The killer's eyes were full of murderous intent, he didn't feel scared, and he didn't answer Ye Mo.

Mark came over and said, "This is the fifth time, I hope the first four times have nothing to do with you, otherwise you are a failed killer, and you were caught in the end, but I am still alive."

At this time, a Lamborghini stopped on the side of the road, and a black man wearing a big gold chain got out of the car and walked towards Mark.

"Mr. Mark, let me take you to the speech venue." The black man said.

"Mr. Artest, I'm glad to meet you here." Mark recognized him immediately and said.

Ye Mo looked at it, and felt very familiar, and when he heard Mark say this, he knew that he was actually the boxing champion Artest.

The people around became a little excited, because three such heroic characters appeared at the same time, which is rare.

"I have been your fan since you played basketball, and I am still your fan now. I like your speech very much. You make me no longer confused." Artest said.

"It's a great honor that my speech can inspire you. In fact, I also follow your Twitter. I didn't expect to meet you here."

Jietian Atai looked at Ye Mo up and down, and said with great reverence:
"This must be the great Mr. Moye, right? Thank you for your contribution to black people. I often read your articles to my children."

When the two shook hands, it was obvious that Ye Mo's figure was only half the size of Artest.

After a few polite words with Ye Mo, Artest said: "Come on, you two, please get in the car, I will use my little baby to send you to the scene."

Artest probably didn't take into account Mark's height, so he said this, but his enthusiasm is still commendable.

Mark waved his hand and said, "I'd better ride in my car."

"OK, I'll protect you with my six Hummers, my home is not far away."

Artest then turned his head to the handcuffed killer and said, "You should be thankful that I was a step late, otherwise I could have stuck your head in your ass... OK, everyone, please help Mr. Mark Help the car up."

The news that Mark and the others were attacked quickly spread to the venue.

"Equality, equality..."

When the crowd heard the news, they all became angry, but they still had to maintain their reason.

Otherwise, if they cause damage out of anger, the enemy's goal will be achieved, and then they will take the opportunity to say that they are doing bad things with the slogan of freedom and equality.

So they can only shout slogans, venting their anger towards the enemy.

After a while, on the main road leading to the square here, a car drove up. It was the one that overturned just now, and the people on the side of the road helped them set it up.

Escorted by six large Humvees, the vehicle is quite eye-catching.

Originally, Artest was going to attend an event today, but when he heard that Mark was going to give a speech today, he immediately rejected the event. He didn't expect to encounter Mark and the others being attacked as soon as he went out.

So he quickly dispatched six Humvees from his home and escorted Mark and Moye here.

These cars are all luxury cars. There are so many cars coming out at once, and each car is a different color. The scene is very spectacular.

The cameramen at the scene pointed their cameras at the car in the middle, and everyone became very excited when they saw this scene on the big screen.

Many people started to hold up the sign with Mark's head and Mo Ye's name, and rushed to the side of the road to welcome the convoy.

Because they all saw from the camera that the person sitting in the somewhat damaged car was Mark, and the person sitting on the co-pilot must be Mo Ye.

At last they could meet the great thinker who took the consciousness of equality one step further.

And many people came here today because they received the news from Mark that Mo Ye would come to attend this speech today.

Their enthusiasm was even stronger than when the president arrived.

"Mo Ye... Mo Ye..."

People began to cheer loudly, and many people rushed to the car.

However, there is a road leading to the podium, and there is a simple guardrail on the side of the road. These people are very conscious of not crossing the guardrail. They love their idols and know how to give their idols enough space.

Warm, but not crazy.

When they got to the side of the square, the six Hummers consciously stopped escorting them.

A live broadcast is in progress at this time.

Hidler, who was sitting in front of the TV, was letting the doctor treat his hand first. The labor pain from his hand made his life for the past two days very painful.

Beside him is his family.

"It seems that Eugene has failed. Father, you should really listen to me and find more killers." Ryan, one of Hidler's sons, said.

"How many times have I said that the more people involved, the greater our chances of being exposed, Eugene could have been competent, but it's a pity he met this Huaxia guy.

Don't think I can't recognize who I am wearing a mask! "

Although they only met once, Hidler was very impressed with Ye Mo, and Ye Mo's clothes were the same ones they wore when they met.

"If I were to do the arrangement, there wouldn't be such a result." Ryan said.

"You? It's Mo Ye who made my hand look like this, so light as hell!"

Hidler suddenly yelled at the doctor, frightening the doctor who was anesthetizing his hand to a cleverness.

"Did he cast Huaxia's martial arts spell on your hand?"

Ryan asked, but it wasn't obvious that he cared about his father.

What a strange family.

"I don't know, maybe!"

At this moment, Hiedler's wife Hela, who was standing next to him, said: "It's really pompous. When Mr. President came a while ago, these American people were not so enthusiastic. Now that a Chinese person is here, he can make them so crazy. I really don’t understand what they mean by patriotism.”

"My hand hurts like this, but you care about other people's ostentation?" Hiedler scolded.

"Of course, if it wasn't for the incompetence of the killer you sent out, the scene of their silent mourning should appear on the TV now."

Hela confronted her husband, "It is because of this Mo Ye that these black people feel that they are equal to us, and the inferior race should always be slaves. Any idea of ​​breaking this relationship is anti-human. This Mo Ye deserves to die."

"I will contact other killers," Hiedler said.

"You'd better find a way to deal with the attempted annihilation. As for Mo Ye and Mark, my son and I will make them disappear."

Hidler looked at Ryan very ashamedly. He was so old that he wanted to rape a girl. He couldn't hold his head up in front of his son, and now his wife knew about it.

In fact, this is not the point. The point is that the wife is also the daughter of a big family. The Hiedler family has declined since World War II.

If it weren't for the support of his wife's family, I'm afraid that the Hidler family would have already become homeless on the street, and they wouldn't have developed to the point where they are today.

So Hidler is still a little jealous of Hela, and now he is guilty of being a thief.