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Chapter 376

Ye Yan played with the Hidden Blade set in his hand, compared the Hidden Blades produced by the system, and found that the other party's equipment was obviously inferior to the system's by a large margin.

If I want to use an analogy, it is the Hidden Sword produced by the system, which is not human-like at all, it is completely natural and seamless.

The Hidden Blade dropped by the other party obviously had many marks of beating, and after thousands of tempers, its sharpness can be called a miracle.

Ye Yan tried it, and he was basically at the pinnacle of ancient cold weapons. With a light rub of his hair, the strands of hair broke. This level of sharpness is not much compared to some of the top modern knives in the high-tech era.

It's a pity that the other party couldn't reveal more information to Ye Yan, and the clues were cut off here.

But Ye Yan was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, he opened Hawkeye and continued to search here, waiting for the follow-up troops to arrive by the way.

"Tattoo..."

A burst of footsteps came here, Ye Yan moved his ears, and he knew it was Victor Carpenter and the others.

Victor Carpenter rushed over immediately: "Ye Yan, how are you doing?"

Ye Yan had already retracted the Hidden Blade of the system, put the Hidden Blade he picked up on his hand and hid it, he shook his head without a trace and said: "I lost it, the other party lost a smoke bomb."

"What? Have you even lost your skills..."

The director who followed behind gritted his teeth, kicked the wall, knocked off a piece of wall, and said, "Fuck him, keep chasing after me!"

The policemen were about to agree, but Ye Yan frowned. He had already killed everyone, and there was no way to chase them down.

And it's not safe, if there are a few more people like this, even Ye Yan can't guarantee that they can be solved easily.

Ye Yan murmured: "I'm afraid this is inappropriate. The other party is very skilled and is obviously proficient in assassination. If he continues to chase rashly, he may suffer losses."

The bureau chief opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Ye Yan said again: "I'm sorry, for your safety, I have to speak straight, if I wasn't here just now."

Ye Yan looked around, looked at those white people who were once proud and called the sons of God, and said: "If you chase after this way, he will kill all of you."

"Fuck, what do you mean you yellow monkey? Oh, are you showing your muscles with an elephant, you skinny little monkey?"

"Hehe, yellow man, you are very humorous."

Some grumpy policemen, who were already tense to a certain point, were stimulated by the assassin who became too big, and they burst out immediately.

"Do I F**King want to fight F**King with your F**King brother? Let's see which of us F**King has the bigger fist."

Good guy, as expected of a foreigner, the frequency of this "horse-riding" is so high that even domestic trolls feel ashamed.

Because they have learned to take the family as the center of the circle and the family tree as the radius, and the eighteen generations of their ancestors will scold each other.

The bureau chief's complexion was not very good, but he still snorted coldly, and said, "Shut your shitty mouth right now."

But Ye Yan frowned slightly, this was not in the country, he had no obligation to help them chase the crime, he just participated in this matter out of his heart.

I also reminded them out of good intentions, and I also managed to be polite first, but although Ye Yan has a good temper, he is not a person who will not get angry.

Give you your usual problems.

Ye Yan looked coldly at the tall male policeman who was still looking at him provocatively, and said indifferently: "That's all I said, it's just a suggestion, it's up to you whether you want to listen or not."

"Also, if you have confidence in yourself and have doubts about my words, you can come and experience it for yourself."

Ye Yan already wanted to teach him a lesson, but the other party was a policeman, so he couldn't be too arrogant, but it didn't mean that the other party asked for a fight, Ye Yan could still be wrong.

"Hmph, that's what you said." The tall white male police officer twisted his neck and made a skeletal "cracker-cracker" sound.

"Roel Crowder, I have a fourth-degree black belt in karate."

The white police officer announced his name and made a karate gesture. At the same time, he glanced at the chief from the corner of his eye. Seeing that he didn't hear him, he looked at other places slightly as if he was collecting information.

On the one hand, the director wanted to suppress Ye Yan a little, so as not to think that their police station was empty, and on the other hand, he just took this opportunity to think about whether to move on.

These people don't say how capable they are, but when it comes to dealing with intrigue, they are all ghosts and ghosts.

Rolle Claude breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the director agreed.

Ye Yan shook his head slightly, looked at the bureau chief, and thought to himself, who is the old vixen playing with.

Although Ye Yan helped them just now, it doesn't mean that this group of people will really let Ye Yan jump up.

It would be best to let Roll Claude try, lest Ye Yan be too arrogant.

No way, the national conditions are different.

Victor Carpenter had a toothache on his face. This new member must be too fresh. He just wanted to smooth things over, but he found Ye Yan shaking his head as a signal, so he had to give up.

Ye Yan was too lazy to talk to them so much, so he just nodded lightly, glanced at the tall and burly male policeman who looked like an iron tower, and said softly, "Bajiquan, Ye Yan."

Westerners all pay attention to resistance and strength, and rely on their advantages in strength to deal with opponents with fierce offensives.

Unlike Chinese martial arts, many routine techniques are used to achieve the goal of defeating the strong with the weak.

And Rolle Claude and Ye Yan are not in the same heavyweight class, in other words: Rolle Crowder crushed Ye Yan by several tonnages.

After a short confrontation between the two, Rolle Claude found that Ye Yan didn't move at all, and didn't make any gestures. He just stood there quietly, full of flaws.

Rolle Claude gritted his teeth, thought for a while, and attacked the center first, guessing that the opponent resisted one or two moves, seized the opening, attacked Ye Yan's head, then moved to the lower body, knocked him down, and threw himself forward to make up a few more punches .

The battle is over.

The script has already been written.

Rolle Claude rolled his eyes, and rushed forward with a stride, a fierce straight punch came, with a stern wind, like a stone falling from the sky.

Ye Yan shook his head slightly, took a step back, and hit Roll Claude's elbow socket with his right hand. There was a muffled sound, and Roll Claude's straight punch deviated from the track.

There was a tingling feeling in his hands, as if he was being shocked by an electric shock. Rolle Claude gritted his teeth, moved between square inches, changed the script instantly, and his fists poured out like a storm.

Where can ordinary people withstand such a blow, they will soon be overwhelmed, and then their defenses will be broken, and then there will be a messy meal, which will make you crawl all over the floor.

But Ye Yan is obviously not an ordinary person, but his face is expressionless, Bajiquan is powerful and heavy, his strength is not smaller than that of Rolle Claude, his left and right palms directly hit Rolle Claude's hands numb .

Then the middle road opened, Ye Yan bullied himself up, leaning against the mountain, and slammed into Rolle Claude's chest heavily.

"Oh!"

　I wish you all good health
　　
　
(End of this chapter)