Firepower is king

Gao Guang didn't know what to say because he didn't believe what John said, or he couldn't imagine it.

"What about after he knocked down four people?"

"After he came out of the cage fight, oh, it was a cage fight rule, but there was no real cage. When he came out of the cage, I ran up to him and said, you are my idol."

"and after?"

"Later..." John said with a look of helplessness and extreme disappointment: "I wanted to become his teacher, but he didn't want to pay attention to me, so I pestered him. I told him how much I admired him and how much I liked kung fu. I wish he could teach me both ways.”

"How did he say?"

"He said there are many people who want to learn Kung Fu, and you are the one who counts."

"Uh...please continue."

"The very next day, the Chinese man participated in another black boxing match, one-on-one, but this time his opponent was the Green Beret's fighting instructor, a fighting master called Werewolf, who was really powerful, very It’s awesome, at least I’m definitely no match for the werewolf, but that Chinese guy took six seconds to punch the werewolf in the chest, and then the werewolf died.”

Gao Guang took a breath of air and stared at John unable to speak, but John said with a fascinated look on his face: "I stopped him again. There were many people present. When I knelt down at that time, I said I was willing to take it." I spent all my money just to ask him to teach me Kung Fu. I really like Kung Fu so much!"

"So...what then?"

"He refused." A frustrated John shook his head and said, "But he said a few more words to me. He said that this is a family tradition and is not taught to foreigners."

"Uh, what happened next?"

John continued: "Later, I worked hard to get closer to him. I asked him to tell me what kind of kung fu he practiced. Then he felt that I was really sincere, so he was willing to tell me that he practiced Bajiquan, but the fusion After learning the Baguazhang's footwork, that's it."

A long time ago, Gao Guang lost confidence in martial arts. He believed that martial arts was for performance and for good-looking fighting. As for the legendary ancient martial arts, they were just legends and only existed in martial arts novels.

But now, an American is telling Gao Guang the magic of Chinese Kung Fu, but Gao Guang doesn't quite believe it.

How can love be tolerated? How can love be tolerated?

"What happens next?"

Sighing heavily, John said with a disappointed look on his face: "He died later. Just after he and I tried to get closer and saw some hope, he was killed when he left the Green Zone to perform a mission, so The last thing I saw was his body."

Gao Guang was very hungry, but he forgot to eat the hamburger he was holding, and just looked at John stupidly.

John spread his hands and said to Gao Guang: "After that, you are another person I met who knows Kung Fu, a Chinese, so I have a good impression of you."

Gao Guang swallowed and said with a confused look on his face: "Is what you said true?"

"Of course it's true. Why should I lie to you? Captain... Frank also witnessed this."

"What's the name of the Chinese you mentioned?"

"Chen Jinjun, his companion told me, and I asked someone to write it down, but later others told me that it was a fake name."

Sighing full of regret, John looked at Gao Guang expectantly and said, "But you will teach me, right? You owe me a life, man, you have to show something."

When he was sick, he sought medical treatment, and John wanted to worship him since he had a master.

Gao Guang took a bite of the hamburger in a daze, and said in a daze: "If you want to learn, of course I can teach you, but you may be disappointed."

John laughed immediately, and then he said happily: "It doesn't matter, we will find out after we have a fight. Well, it's settled."

"Huh? A fight? This..."

John didn't give Gao Guang a chance to go back on his words. He hurriedly said: "Let's eat first. After eating, I will take you to buy some necessary supplies. Frank said you can live in the company. There is a mattress somewhere, but you must have a pillow." Things like quilts and toiletries are not provided by the company, so you have to buy them yourself.”

"OK."

"And the clothes, man, you can't work in what you're wearing, it's going to hurt the company's image, so you have to at least change your outfit."

"Do I still need to buy clothes? What clothes do I need to buy?"

"Tactical clothing, boots, you need a good pair of boots, trust me, you definitely need a good pair of tactical boots."

John said while eating, and then he said happily: "After I finish purchasing the things you need, I will send you to the company. There is a gym in the company, where you can have fighting training. We can have a fight there, let's Let me see your true level."

Gao Guang couldn't eat anymore, so he said seriously: "Can you go to a gun shop or shooting range first? I want to shoot a gun."

As a military fan, if the first thing he does when he arrives in the United States is not to play with guns, then he must not be a true military fan.

Gao Guang is definitely a hard-core military fan, so he wants to go shooting now.

But John didn't think so. He hurriedly said: "What's the hurry about shooting? You will have plenty of time to play in the future. We should get down to business first. After settling you down, I have to attend the bison's funeral, so the plan is to arrive after dinner." I'll get in the car, then go to the outlet to buy the clothes you need, then go to Wal-Mart to buy the daily necessities you need, and finally I'll take you to the company, and after we have a fight, you'll be fine today."

It seemed that a fight was inevitable. Gao Guang let out a sigh of relief, and then he started eating hard.

Looking at Gao Guang, who seemed a little troubled, John said seriously: "I know you Chinese people don't like to teach real kung fu to foreigners, but don't forget, I saved you, you owe me a life."

"I know, you don't have to keep repeating it."

John nodded, thought for a while, and said sincerely again: "Of course I won't let you teach me in vain. If you want to play with guns, I can take you to have fun. You can play with any guns you want, and I can also invite you to play with them." You play, the only requirement is that you teach me real kung fu."

Gao Guang sighed and said helplessly: "If you still want to learn by then, I swear that I will teach you everything I know. Is this okay?"

John smiled with satisfaction, and then he finally began to focus on eating instead of talking about Kung Fu.

But after finishing a burger, Gao Guang couldn't help but said to John: "Are you telling the truth? As for Chen Jinjun, is he really that powerful?"

John shrugged and said, "You can ask Frank. He has experienced it firsthand, and he also knows werewolves who were killed."

This matter was beyond Gao Guang's knowledge, but looking at John's words, his belief began to waver, and he now wanted to know more details.

But the most important thing is that Gao Guang once again began to feel confused about his choice.

If, if Kung Fu is really that powerful, wouldn't it be a big loss for him to practice the routines for so many years?