Pirates: The first companion is Tom Cat

It has been a few hours since the banquet started, the moon has climbed high into the sky, and the patience of the ambushing agents around has been worn down a little bit, cursing Mr.7 in a low voice, procrastinating in doing things, completely unaware of what Mr.7 is going through in his heart What kind of struggle.

But it was just a little struggle, Mr. 7 clearly knew that even if the truth was like this, he couldn't escape, as long as he dared to show a little doubt, he would be killed by senior agents immediately.

Now is not the time to doubt the boss. In any case, let's finish this mission first, and then think about your future.

Mr.7 said in a bad tone: "I have already told you everything I can tell you. Now give me an answer. Should I join or not?"

Zhang Da also noticed his changing expression. Sure enough, it was too difficult to instigate a person with just a few words, and the necessary condition for escape was to have a fight with the other party first. He shook his head: "Sorry, I'm not interested in MLM organizations at all."

"Really? That's such a pity. It seems that there will be a few more gravestones on the cactus."

Mr. 7 took two steps back and made a gesture, the music in the banquet hall stopped abruptly, and dozens of black guns fired from all directions at the same time.

Artoria had sensed this a long time ago, and moved the long sword in her hand a few times, splitting all the bullets fired at her in half.

Rui Mengmeng didn't panic, she pulled out her big black sword, and stopped all the bullets with a few ding dings from the side.

Zhang Da also went online rationally, instead of using an iron block to resist, he picked up the folding stool and used the surface of the stool to knock all the bullets into the air. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that today's folding stool is very easy to use.

A bullet hit by Zhang Da also flew past Mr. 7's ear, taking away a few hairs on his sideburns. Mr.7 broke out in a cold sweat. It was a perfect surprise attack, why did they react so quickly?

And these three were not the only ones who reacted quickly. Ye Yan, who was originally standing on the table performing, turned over and jumped off the table in an instant.

"Sigh, the fans are too enthusiastic and troublesome." The power was well controlled this time, only the people around two or three meters away, without disturbing his companions, Ye Yan waved his hand and released four banner demons, "Blow them!"

The four flag monsters rushed towards the terrified agents with a smile, thinking about the four staying on the boat who could play mahjong in the name of watching the boat, they were upset for a while, and they just took it out on these people.

As soon as the people drinking with Shark Chili received the signal, they smashed their wine glasses at Shark Chili, and then reached out to draw their knives.

Shark Pepper slapped the wine glass, and in turn shot the wine in the glass like a bullet: "Hit the water!"

"Wow!" A few people hadn't pulled out their knives, and they flew out as if they were hit by a shotgun.

"Three thousand tiles roundabout kick!" Shark Pepper noticed that two loli and a kitten were rubbing their eyes in a daze, and kicked the person dressed as a nun flying away with a roundabout kick.

The unlucky nun foamed at the mouth, rolled her eyes and lost consciousness, and bumped into a man and a woman who were about to take two little lolita as hostages.

"Thank you, Mr. Shark Pepper!" Wendy first thanked politely after waking up, and then wrapped her arms around Gale, "Dragon's Wing Strike!"

"It's over, I fell asleep when I was surrounded by enemies, and I will be laughed at by that guy when I go back." Perona said with a bitter face and Wendy back to back, and a series of little ghosts flew out.

"Miss.Monday!" Mr.7 was shocked, and the famous muscular woman among the secret agents failed to catch a single move, "And even Mr.6 and Miss. Mother's Day...too bad!"

Mr.7 was taken aback, even that humble robot and these children are so strong, so how powerful is the guy who seems to be the strongest?

"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky!" Uncle Long, who seemed to be the strongest, was being chased by a group of spies and running around the field.

At the beginning of the battle, he was targeted by more than a dozen guns at the same time. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to overturn the table and use the table top to block his sight.

Bang bang bang, the gunmen pulled the trigger at their discretion, leaving a dozen holes in the tabletop.

From an angle they couldn't see, Jackie Chan's body was pressed against the tabletop, his arms were outstretched, his head was tilted, and the bullet holes were evenly distributed and precisely drawn on his armpit and beside his head.

The gunfire stopped, and the agents with melee weapons rushed up between the reloads of their companions. This is the key target of Mr. 7's order, so of course everyone should go together.

Jackie Chan glanced at the bullet hole next to his ear from behind the overturned table, a drop of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and when he heard the gunshot he stopped sneaking out half his head to observe the enemy's situation.

After seeing a group of people rushing up together, Jackie Chan kicked the table flying, turned around and ran, shouting the mantra of 'unlucky, unlucky' while running.

Three or four agents were knocked down by the dining table that flew over suddenly, and the others held up their weapons, cursing and chasing after them.

"Stop! Despicable fellow!"

"Let's decide the outcome!"

"Are you the strongest?"

"I'm not the strongest! I just know a little bit about martial arts!" Jackie Chan yelled loudly, without stopping the movements of his feet. He felt that these people might have misunderstood him.

I am just an ordinary person, at most I can hit one or two at the same time, so many people come together, one person can stab me to death with one knife!

The agents didn't believe his nonsense. Just now, more than a dozen shots aimed at the same time did not hurt him, but he knocked down three or four casually. This guy must want to support other people!

"How dare you look down on us, show him some color!"

"oh!!!"

Although they are going together, the running speeds of the agents will always be somewhat different. As Jackie Chan runs around in the banquet hall, shuttles flexibly between the tables, chairs and benches, and throws cups, plates and bowls to interfere from time to time. After all, there was still some distance between them.

"Die!" The two agents slashed at Jackie Chan's back with their knives at the same time.

Jackie Chan dived under a round table, nimbly rolled to the opposite side of the table, let two knives slash on the table, while the two men were going to recover the knives, they picked up a chair and swung one down.

Another agent saw his companion fell to the ground and stabbed Jackie Chan in the chest with a knife.

Jackie Chan held the back of the chair with both hands, pushed the chair forward to block it, and the tip of the knife almost pierced the chair.

The agent drew his knife back, but Jackie Chan took advantage of the opportunity to stir it with the chair leg. His arm was pinned by the chair leg, and the long knife clattered to the ground.

Without waiting for him to make any other reactions, Jackie Chan swung the chair again, hit him in the stomach, and hit him in the back, knocking him down.

When the agent wanted to get up, the chair was placed directly above him, Jackie Chan turned around handsomely, sat on the chair and raised his legs.

The agent barked his teeth and claws to get up, but he couldn't use the strength: "Damn it, let me up."

At this moment, a young man wearing a crown and wearing a green suit did several back handsprings in succession, holding a metal bat in each hand and aiming at Jackie Chan and smashing it down.

Jackie Chan got up quickly, and at the same time replied very rudely: "Okay, I'll let you go!"

"Forget you..." The agent put his hands on the ground and stood up, but immediately felt a pain in the back of his head, and blood flowed down.

It turned out that a metal bat shattered the chair and another hit him in the back of the head.

Jackie Chan spread his hands: "It's none of my business, he beat him."

"Mr.9, you..." The unlucky agent's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground before finishing his sentence.

Mr.9 stared at Jackie Chan with both bats: "It was accidentally injured, sorry baby! As compensation for the moves you suffered, I will double them on him!"

Jackie Chan looked left and right, and copied it casually on the dining table next to him, holding two pairs of chopsticks in his hand.

Mr.9 laughed: "Do you want to use that thing against my 'Perseverance Bat', baby?"

With a movement of both hands, Jackie let the two pairs of chopsticks twirl in his hands deftly a few times, and finally he held them again, posing in the posture of using a pair of sticks.

However, after comparing the weapons of the two sides, Jackie Chan said with some embarrassment: "Uh...how about you wait for me to find a suitable weapon?"

For some reason, he subconsciously ignored the pistol and the Kabuda stun baton hanging on his waist.

"It's too late, baby!" Mr. 9 raised his metal bat and hit Jackie Chan left and right.

"I'll block, I'll block..." Jackie Chan only had two pairs of chopsticks to support him, but in the end he suffered from the length, and sometimes he had to raise his arms to block the bat.

The two made more than a dozen moves in a blink of an eye. After Jackie Chan blocked the next move, he stuck out the chopstick in his right hand. Mr. 9 leaned back to avoid it, and took advantage of the situation to do a few backhand flips to widen the distance.

"You are indeed very powerful. If you were an ordinary person, I would have broken the bones in your arms long ago. You can't change your face."

Faced with such praise, Jackie Chan maintained his handsome posture with a smile, but within a few seconds, the expression on his face gradually collapsed: "It hurts, hurts me to death!"

Jackie Chan bent down, his whole body was spinning in pain, his hands were constantly rubbing his arms quickly, trying to relieve the pain, but every time he turned to face Mr. Turn around and break the power immediately.

"You bastard..." The corner of Mr. 9's mouth twitched, feeling that he might have misjudged the wrong person and wasted his feelings, "Then I will use this trick to get rid of you, Hot Blood No. 9 Perseverance Bat!"

Mr. 9 did nine backhand flips in a row, gathered enough strength, and slammed two bats into Jackie Chan's head: "Go to hell... what?!"

Seeing two metal bats fall, Jackie Chan raised his hands, his fingers moved slightly, and the two pairs of chopsticks opened to clamp, or hold, the bats.

"Hey." Jackie Chan smiled, "I'm very good at using chopsticks."

Mr.9 watched his special attack being caught in such an incredible way, and shouted in disbelief: "Impossible! It's just chopsticks, it can be broken at will!"

Mr.9 exerted force on his hand, pressed down on the bat, and the four chopsticks bent into exaggerated arcs.

Seeing that the chopsticks were about to break, Jackie Chan had an idea and shook his hands forward, and the two pairs of curved chopsticks slapped on Mr. 9's wrist under the action of elasticity.

"It hurts!" Mr. 9 let go of his hand in pain.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Jackie dropped his chopsticks to catch two falling bats, and hit Mr.9 on the head with two bangs. Then he played a cool stick technique, clamping a bat under his arm, imitating Bruce Lee's The pose raised his chin slightly towards Mr.9.

"You..." Mr.9 fainted unwillingly.

However, Jackie Chan also encountered a little accident. The bat that he was holding under his arm accidentally touched the trap, and the front end of the bat flew out like a meteor hammer, drawing a beautiful arc and hitting Jackie Chan on the top of his head. .

"Ah, unlucky, unlucky, unlucky!" Jackie Chan threw away the bat and rubbed his head with an ugly expression.