It's time, it's time to switch to the cranial doctor

"Poverty matters."

Wansan gave Zhou Zhuo an angry sideways glance, but still honestly took the beef ball with his hand and put it in his mouth, chew it, and suddenly his expression changed.

Zhou Zhuo was taken aback by his expression: "Grass, is it poisonous?"

"No." Wansan shook his head and licked his fingers, "It just tastes like discounted quick-frozen products, not as good as roadside stalls."

"You're talking nonsense." Zhou Zhuo said angrily, "The ingredients of the self-heating hot pot are rubbed by hand? You don't think the boneless chicken feet are made by the old lady one by one?"

"...can you say something nice?"

Wan San, who was chewing beef balls, was speechless to Zhou Zhuozheng.

"No, you spit out the beef balls to me."

"I don't." Wansan took out a wad of money from his pocket instead, "Is there any more? Give me a whole bowl, I won't be able to eat one."

They didn't dare to go too far, and only searched around the building. The fog had obviously thickened. Just as the two were arguing, the two bronze men suddenly rushed out.

One punched the air, and the other stepped on the ground suddenly. The momentum of the battle was like a chariot. Zhou Zhuo was startled, and the fish and tofu in his mouth fell to the ground.

When I came back to my senses, the battle had been resolved, and the two monsters were actually lying on the high wall, with a protective color like a gecko. Coupled with the cover of the thick fog, ordinary people couldn't see it at all.

The bronze man didn't realize it until after the opponent made a move, and at that time Zhou Zhuo was too busy eating self-heating hot pot to replenish his health, so he didn't realize it at all...

The combined physical combat power of these two men was almost comparable to that of Dr. Freeman. Zhou Zhuo quickly realized that the second heart might not be effective against this kind of pervert, and immediately took out the death knell and pointed at one of them.

Seeing that Zhou Zhuo turned his face directly, Wan San couldn't continue to pretend, so he directly hid behind him, using Zhou Zhuo as a human shield.

The self-heating hot pot in Zhou Zhuo's hand was almost lost: "...Uncle Wan, can you do it? I always thought you were a gangster."

In the end, Wansan was speechless: "You bullshit mafia lord, you only get the first one in group fights if you have brain problems. I want to be as passionate as in the movie. The grass on the grave is one meter high now. Can you do it?" ?”

"It's okay in normal times, but it's hard to say whether it's okay now."

At this time, Zhou Zhuo's expression was still very calm, and he didn't forget to stuff yuba into Drill's mouth when he spoke, and Wan San's eyeballs almost fell out, thinking that he was really unlucky in eight lifetimes, and actually thought he was trustworthy.

In fact, Zhou Zhuo wasn't playing tricks on purpose, but he gained confidence. Before, he just felt the comb trembling slightly, but now it almost fell out of his pocket.

Even without any experience, Zhou Zhuo could tell that Xiao Jiu was approaching, he could sense her, and she must know that he was here.

"No, you're not serious?!"

Wan San was startled, if you want to keep pretending, then don't pull out your gun, but he didn't consider a situation, he knew that these two people wouldn't do anything at will, but Zhou Zhuo didn't know that with such terrifying speed and strength , who can guarantee whether these two people will violently kill people?

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me which side you are on? What are these two doing?"

"They are the cadres of the Senluo Society you are looking for. They used a secret technique to strengthen their physique to possess the demon spirit. The effect lasts for 12 hours, and it will gradually weaken in the next six hours until they die."

"What about Wang Tianyu?"

"I don't know. I was robbed in the middle of looking for someone. You ask me who I ask. If you want me to tell you, you can shoot directly. It's okay to kill someone. Uncle will help you find the top bag. At worst, you will stay in prison for a while." In five or six years, I guarantee that you will inherit half of my property when you come out."

"I don't believe it, you sign it."

"Sign it, sign it, bring your pen."

"Give me the pen."

Both of them knew very well that both sides were talking nonsense so far. Anyway, with Zhou Zhuo pointing a gun at the front, he was the first to die.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Zhou, let's take a step back before negotiating. Are we getting too close now?" Wan San reminded.

The two people who were pointed at by the guns neither spoke nor made any movements. They froze in place like a machine that had crashed, which was very strange.

Zhou Zhuo was also happy to procrastinate. Anyway, he didn't plan to explore far in this kind of world. He first ensured that the main storyline could be completed before going on a journey. This is the behavior pattern of normal people.

"Isn't ten meters enough?"

"Not enough." Wan San shook his head, "Which do you think is faster, a gun or a fist?"

"Seven paces away, the gun is fast."

"That's right." Wan San nodded, "But now it's within seven steps."

"Within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast." Zhou Zhuo said firmly.

"Fart you, you don't understand if you haven't been beaten before."

Originally, there was an inner ghost suddenly, and everyone's atmosphere was quite heavy. As soon as Zhou Zhuo said this, the three of them were all happy. Wan San glared at those bastards, looked over Zhou Zhuo's shoulder, and found that neither of them It moved, and I don't know why.

"Really? Uncle Wan, you know them so well, isn't it too much not to disclose any details?" Zhou Zhuo retorted casually.

"It's not too much, because someone followed us from the beginning to the end. Damn, you don't understand after hinting for so long. Why do you think I have to tell so much about the past with a little brat? Don't you realize that I haven't talked about Sen Luo from the beginning to the end? Will it be about the Japanese businessman behind the scenes?"

"Uh..." Zhou Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, "I didn't realize that, I thought a boss of that level wouldn't be involved in such a trivial matter."

After being completely exposed by Wan San, Zhou Zhuo finally understood why the whole story seemed to be missing something.

That's right, why did the big boss behind it not leave any trace during the entire transaction process when it involved a big business in the whole village?That in itself is very abnormal.

People who do big business will indeed raise a lot of horses, and use the reward mechanism to let them try their best to sell the goods, and he can get the big head just by lying down.

But this does not mean that the big boss is really like a fool and allows the people under him to mess around at will. At least there will be supervision, especially when it comes to the final stage of the transaction, it is absolutely impossible to let him go.

He, Luo Cheng, what virtue and what can he do?To put it bluntly, he only made a name for himself with his bravery, without any commendable strength or status. A wealthy merchant who can establish a puppet gang in a foreign country will let his younger brother sell his goods at a lower price?Not realistic at all.

These are actually obvious loopholes, but not everyone will try their best to find the loopholes when listening to the story. This is the inborn weakness of attention. In this respect, Zhou Zhuo is no different from ordinary people.

"He came with us?"

"Yes, it has come."

Wan San turned his head, and Zhou Zhuo instinctively followed his gaze.

The muzzle lock of Death Knell has already taken effect, and if the opponent wants to sneak attack him, one of them must be guaranteed to die. Even if the remaining one kills him instantly, he can still be resurrected with the second heart and fight again.

Through him, he saw the most outrageous scene since playing the game. Walking out of the town government building was an old man who was dying.

Leaning on crutches, he staggered and staggered. Every time he stepped out, he found it extremely difficult to walk. Halfway through the walk, he suddenly tripped over a stone, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

Zhou Zhuo originally thought that the dungeon would end suddenly with such a bizarre precaution, but the next moment, his shadow on the ground stood up and supported the old man from behind.

After the scene with a strong sense of sight, the thin and old body trembled, and finally stood firm.

It was the fourth passenger in the car. Zhou Zhuo should have thought of it earlier. Wansan and the novelist were both related to the mysterious incident, so the aunt and the old man were probably inseparable.

It's just that this potential connection is difficult to discover through reasoning. Zhou Zhuo stayed in the hotel for too little time, but he didn't know that the real enemy was watching their every move from the beginning to the end, waiting to finally steal the fruits of victory.

"This……"

"Is it difficult to accept?" Wansan smiled wryly, "When I came back, I was calling a friend in 404, but unexpectedly the call was transferred to another person, who asked me to meet him on the third floor, and then I would probably talk to him. You think about the same, in short, you are very upset, but there is nothing you can do about it.”

"No way? No, no, no, there is still a way."

Finally seeing the four figures emerging from the fog, Zhou Zhuo showed a confident smile and waved to the old man.

"Hey, isn't this the old guy in the car who keeps coughing? Your stand-in is the most useless!"

After being hit by him, the old man coughed a few more times. He didn't speak, but raised his right hand and nodded with his index finger. The two bodyguards who were frozen there before finally made a move.

Their speed is still very fast, but no matter how fast they are, they cannot escape the lock of the death knell.

Zhou Zhuo casually threw the self-heating hot pot with only red oil left at the old man, and was scattered by the shadow behind him with a wave. Zhou Zhuo took the opportunity to take a step back, threw a lucky dice in his pocket, and said without hesitation Pull the trigger.

The actions of those two people were so fast that only a string of afterimages remained, and there would be a strong wind when they moved, and his gun was aimed at the empty space, but with a gunshot, one of them's head burst and fell to the ground.

"Grass!" Wan San clenched his fists and shouted, "Within seven steps, the gun is really fast and accurate."

"Times have changed, Uncle Wan."

Zhou Zhuo, who had just finished pretending to be aggressive, was punched in the abdomen, and he flew out with a jerk, and happened to land next to the group of four in the fog, and was slowly hugged by Lin with both hands.

"Are you okay?"

Guan Gou Suncha, who was the mahan of the dynasty, immediately stepped forward to support Zhou Zhuo.

"It's alright, it's alright, I still have 3% of my health... I'm going to fuck, what kind of damage, help me, I'll change my equipment."

"it is good!"

The three stood by, and Xiao Jiu looked at Zhou Zhuo with a look of disgust as he opened his backpack and changed his clothes on the spot, and appeared on the stage as a skull-crushing doctor.

He originally thought that the battle over there would be destructive, and the important figures such as Wang Shifu, Yu Qian, and Wan San would all be killed instantly.

However, what happened next shocked Zhou Zhuo again. Wansan, who insisted from beginning to end that he would never stand out if someone stood in front of him, unexpectedly confronted the only remaining bronze man and got into a ball.

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Knowing that many people must not remember what this sense of sight is, let me tell you directly.

When the Fool was fighting with Evans, the shadow behind him stood up and caught the clothes he took off, and Xiao Jiu, who had a deep connection with the Fool, knew the particularity of the mind body. This is what I buried early. Foreshadowing.

Chapter 172 all-out blow

The cadre who punched Zhou Zhuo away did not chase after him and beat the dog in the water, but turned around and attacked Wan San.

His thinking is very clear. The meaning of the existence of this kind of dead is to remove all obstacles. Zhou Zhuoming's fighting power is not strong. As long as Wan San is dealt with, the situation will be completely controlled. The remaining ordinary people You can make whatever you want.

As for whether the companion is dead or alive, that has nothing to do with him, he just needs to complete the boss's order.

Although Zhou Zhuo was almost killed by a single punch, he still had a lot of cards in his hole. It was far from the time of fear. Huang Ying's thought body stood by from the beginning to the end, as if he hadn't seen anything, and he didn't do anything without orders.

This uncontrollable double-edged sword is Zhou Zhuo's hole card for himself. He and Wan San get along well, but it doesn't mean that he has to lift his hole card to save people at this time. Yu Qian and Wang Shifu are about the same, let alone Xiao Jiu and the others. It's already here, and it's hard to explain it with Huang Ying's thoughts.

Zhou Zhuo touched the blood on the mirror immediately, took Huang Ying's mind body back, and retreated to Xiao Jiu's side.

It's just that most people didn't expect that the old man who didn't want to participate in the battle from the beginning to the end was so strong, and he was the only one in the audience who responded to the speed of the Senluohui cadres.

The sudden punch was received by him with his arm bone. Zhou Zhuo thought that the punch would break Wan San's bones, but he didn't expect that when the fist collided with the flesh, there was a sound of gold and iron.

The second punch fell like lightning, and there was another loud bang, Zhou Zhuo realized that Wansan, the old fox, was actually wearing a metal armguard.

Good guy, if ordinary people don't wear knuckles, the light reaction force of this punch is enough to drink a pot by themselves. Who can wear this kind of thing when traveling? Isn't it troublesome?He must have some iron shirt on him...

Two consecutive punches were deflected by the strong metal armguard, but from the gradually changing voice, it can be understood that this thing has been broken, and Wansan finally wants to change his defensive posture and take the initiative to attack.

I saw him drawing an arc backward with one foot, nailing himself in place with a striding posture, and then clasped the cadre's fist with his left hand. Instead of a hard catch, he held it with the edge of his palm and spun it smoothly. Direct the opponent's strength to the side.

Ordinary people will think of retreating at this time. After all, the opponent's physical strength has reached the abnormal level, and it is too stupid to face it head-on. It is better to give up a step first so that there is room for decision-making, but Wansan doesn't think so.

Fighting is a matter of retreating for a while, and the rhythm of the attack is the most important thing under the premise of ensuring enough physical strength. The more disadvantaged the fight, the more the frequency of attack must be considered.

The opponent's speed is too fast and the strength is too strong. One step equals three steps, and one punch equals three punches. It is necessary to seize the offensive rhythm and suppress the opponent's shots in order to gain a chance.

So Wansan did not retreat but advanced, one horse step forward, one arm bent, using the tip of his elbow as a weapon, shouted loudly, twisted his waist and hips and stomped hard, exerting force from the ground, crashing into it like a mountain. In the arms of the other party.

"open!"

There was a muffled sound from the cadre's chest being hit, and the sternum was obviously sunken. Even so, Wan San was the one who suffered.

He kicked back three steps, his face was flushed, and when he was about to step out of the fourth step, he touched the ground with his right leg, twisted his toes, and forcibly stopped himself in place, and a large part of the floor tiles under his feet was forcibly stepped down.

The cadre of the Senluo Society, who seemed to feel no pain, rushed up again, raised his legs and kicked, with a burst of wind, Wansan turned around and hopped to the right to dodge, cut in from the side, and put his hands on the enemy one after the other. The shoulders and neck of his body were pulled towards the ground forcefully, and there was another violent drink in his mouth.

"fall!"

As he said, the cadres of the Senluo Society lost their balance and hit the ground straight, performing a realistic "grabbing the ground with their heads".

Seizing this opportunity, Wansan rode and hit, hitting the middle of the opponent's spine again with the hardest part of his elbow, and even Zhou Zhuo in the distance could hear the sound of bones breaking.

But that guy still relied on his formidable strength to lift Wansan who was sitting on him into the air. After all, he was getting old, and Wansan's physical strength was not enough, so he rolled several times in a row before stopping.

Before the opponent could stand still, he rushed out again, dodging the opponent's frontal punch with a shifting speed, and hit the jawbone of the leader of the Senluohui with the backhand with the edge of his palm.

This palm seemed ordinary, but it actually contained amazing explosive power. It could be seen that the man's facial muscles trembled, turned into a wave shape, and rolled his eyes.

The iron man-like cadres of the Senluo Society were beaten back again and again, while Wansan followed up holding his breath, chopping palms, swinging punches, whipping legs, and punching one inch. The last short body got into the opponent's arms and directly punched him It flew out, drew an arc in the air, landed on the ground and rolled for three or four meters before stopping.

After all this, Wansan still had the strength to trot all the way to Zhou Zhuo's side, panting like a dog: "Ha, ha, I'm bored, can you do it?"

In the end, he was dazed, and saw the human skin mask on Zhou Zhuo's face. Although he knew it a long time ago and was mentally prepared, he was still startled and almost fell to the ground.

"If I can't do it, no one else can."

After speaking, he took out a sandwich, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth...

Xiao Jiu rolled his eyes, stood aside deliberately silent, but was ready to fight.

The old man on crutches over there came over and waved his hands. The two Senluohui cadres who had been shot in the head by Zhou Zhuo and beaten to death by Wan San stood up again.

It's just that their limbs were severely damaged, which somewhat affected their mobility, and it was difficult to forcibly drive Zhou Zhuo's recovery wind like before.

No one there forcibly shot, but staggered back to the old man, supported his shadow and blended part of the shadow into the wounds of the two, repairing the damage caused by Wan San and Zhou Zhuo.

Leaning on crutches, the old man walked towards Zhou Zhuo slowly: "Since we can't tell the winner, then don't fight. We will both lose, and the winner will only be Yang."