Ace of the Dragon Division

When Xu Cheng took R's head on the table at Kuch's house, Kutcher was shocked. (8) (1) (中)(文)(网)|(8)WWW.8(8)1(1)Z(中)W(文).COM

"I don't think you can really leave him to kill people, but today, I feel that the real strength difference between this person and the one who taught me that Mr. R is a bit big."

“Is the person who taught you originally an Asian Chinese?” Xu Cheng asked Kuchi directly.

Kutcher shook his head and asked: "Why do you say this? You mean, the Mr. R who is guiding me is a Chinese?"

Xu Cheng asked Kuqi: "Do you practice this kind of effort to ask for the heart, the spirit, the intention and the like? If so, this kind of kung fu culture is usually from our eastern China. In the past, the Westerners always yelled. Our Oriental Chinese people are smaller and thinner, calling us sick people in East Asia, but at that time, the East Asian sick man in their mouth can knock down a superstar in a single power! It relies on the power of the gas and the artistic conception. Home Kung Fu! Our China State has a history of 5,000 years of culture. At a very early age, there are people who have a big bottleneck in how to use a person to exercise muscle strength. You are like a Western giant. And the explosive force is only a thousand pounds! This is recorded in the history of the Middle China Huaxia. There were ancestors who had the inner strength of training the heaven and the man. As long ago, some people now have the potential of being wireless. And this potential is sometimes vague, why some people will always be inadvertently or explode with huge stimuli, then a person’s full brain is full of a belief, this Faith is called the artistic conception in the inner family. When the power of fantasy in a person’s mood is burst out through the form of potential, it is even more terrifying than the external force. It is not that I look down on the power of the simple fitness muscles of the Westerners. The strength of the master, it is impossible to reach three sss, let alone the R-level master, there must be inner workings. So I asked you, Mr. R, who is teaching you, is it a Chinese?"

Kutcher shook his head: "I have never seen him before. I don't know if it is Chinese. He is very fluent in English and does not have the accent of the Chinese."

Xu Cheng: "What about his height?"

Kuch's eyes brightened: "He is really not tall, only about one meter seven."

Xu Cheng saw this height first ruled out the imp.

The strength of the devil is probably R, but in the past it was impossible to have such a high strength to be able to tune out a fierce person like Kutcher. If he did not guess wrong, the R that was just killed is also a temperament!

This is a terrible thing. The seven sin demons that the little devils taught him have been taught. They are only s-level masters, but one can cultivate R-level instructors. How strong can this guy be?

Xu Cheng felt that this capital empire and the Freemasonry were not so simple. Perhaps this power is the fundamental reason for the Masonics to cover the sky. Xu Cheng suddenly had some luck and fortunately did not put R back this time, otherwise he would have to expose it, really have to fight with each other, will not be thankful and even be killed in the cradle.

Kuch has been staring at Xu Cheng. He said: "I saw a dignified expression on your face for the first time. I didn't expect you to be scared."

"I am not afraid." Xu Cheng said lightly.

If Lin Chuxue is here, with her understanding of Xu Cheng, seeing his expression of squinting eyes, then she will not say that Xu Cheng is afraid, because this is the expression of Xu Cheng’s excited interest.

I always thought that after he took the clothes of Zhang Chenfeng, he would become a good enemy with the imp, but now it seems that there are people outside, there are days outside. His master and the devil are not necessarily the masters of the Chinese masters.

So, what kind of level master can choose to join the capital camp? Is this Masonic really infiltrated in the world?

Xu Cheng felt it necessary to go back and ask Ye Yezi to ask about this.

Dulson drove the car and saw that Xucheng was thinking about things all the way, and he couldn't help but interrupt him: "Head?"

Xu Cheng looked back at him after he came back: "What happened?"

Dulson said: "How do the American soldiers who are still hiding in the canyon play? The family thinks you have arrangements, so let me ask, they have been monitoring for a long time, if you have not arranged, they will clear them. And, Mario said that he wants to go home. He is not used to being a good person every day. He said that those people are too hypocritical and treat the bad guys as good people."

Xu Chengdao: "Tell him that his family does not need it for a while. Let him cooperate with Chekhov and Statham to open the political situation in the United States. I feel that a battle with the United States cannot be avoided. It is better to have intelligence to know each other." ”

Dulson: "Well, I will reply to him when I go back."

Switzerland.

At the foot of a snowy mountain, a manor with mountains and water.

The old Rothschild sat aside and sat opposite an Asian old man.

The old man of the Asians played chess. The old man of Rothschild drank red wine. For a long time, he looked at the darkness in the evening. He looked at the Asian old man: "Is this the first time the Knights did their task and did not return on time? "Rosschild is very surprised: "Is there a situation?"

The Asian old man nodded: "Just after his phone was connected, he immediately hangs up. You can make up the picture at the time."

Rothschild frowned: "What do you mean?"

Asian old man: "The knight in my hand never dared to open my phone and hang up, just let them go to assassinate the White House president. But before 1 hour, this kind of thing is really born. Then the situation is that he Either in the rescue, or need to report urgently, on the other hand, it shows that something happened to him and us."

After Rothschild had indulged, he asked, "Is he dead?"

The Asian old man nodded: "Dead."

Rothschild old man: "He is R class!"

Asian old man: "It is because of the death of the R-class, it is said that this incident has come to our expectation. If he is not threatened by life, he will call the family? I am afraid it has been extinguished."

The old man of Rothschild grinned: "So, the strength of the opponent is above R? Such a person who is outstanding is not part of our Masonic service, I am afraid I can't stay."

"Now is not a problem that can't be left." The Asian old man sighed: "We don't know who the opponent is and his information. Just like this flag, I know how to play horses, guns, cars, but most afraid. Yes, you never know how your opponents will be combined and how to take the next step. Move your squadron intelligence department to run a mercenary. Don’t take the Cavaliers into it, lest you sacrifice more. Master."

Rothschild nodded. "I have arranged for them to pretend to be warfield reporters."

(Three more is completed, continue tomorrow)

(End of this chapter)