Mecha and Knife

"I'll beat you up tomorrow."

After Ji Xinghe finished speaking, he turned around in the prison and left without looking back.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at this scene, and then couldn't help laughing: How could Ji Xinghe agree to such an idiot's request as Marquis orangutan? There is absolutely no need to worry.

But Jackson, Commander, and Tang Qiao in the monitoring room smiled and suddenly thought of a question, and their expressions froze instantly.

Why did Ji Xinghe leave at this time? Why did they stop and leave without looking back when they could interrogate more information?

The three of Jackson, who had been waiting in the monitoring room for a while, failed to wait for Ji Xinghe's arrival, so they panicked even more.

"Where is Ji Xinghe?" Tang Qiao looked at the technicians beside him.

"ah?"

The technicians failed to react immediately, because the problem itself was a problem.

Base No. 6 is only this big, where else can it be?

"What do you mean?" Jackson frowned and questioned, but his hands moved very quickly. He opened the bracelet and found Ji Xinghe on the communication list.

beep beep.

While waiting to be connected, the commander and Tang Qiao stared at Jackson's bracelet.

"Hello."

"Old Ji, where are you?"

"Tired, take a rest."

"Oh, oh, okay, then you rest."

"kindness."

When the communication was hung up, Jackson heaved a sigh of relief, and then glared at Tang Qiao: "Did you hear that, Lao Ji is tired and went to rest. People like you who stay in the base every day and don't work, really think that we are all A robot?"

"Major Jackson." Tang Qiao said angrily, "Do you have any opinion on me? If you have an opinion, you can say it directly. I don't think you have the right to keep talking to me in this tone."

"I can talk to you as much as I want." Jackson confronted each other, "Don't think that the rank of lieutenant colonel is very great. When the communication between the base and the outside is restored, I will be promoted to lieutenant colonel in minutes."

"Okay." The commander reprimanded: "Jackson, go to rest and prepare for the funeral."

"I'm not going." Jackson had no good tone: "I want to watch you interrogate it here."

The commander didn't talk nonsense, and said in a stern tone: "This is an order."

Facing Tang Qiao, the lieutenant colonel who dared to fight against Jackson, he could only answer one word aloud when facing the commander.

"yes."

Then turn around and leave.

The interrogation continued, but the situation was as everyone expected. After Ji Xinghe left, the Marquis orangutan became silent again.

The relevant personnel tried to continue beating the orangutan, but failed to achieve any results. Thinking that Ji Xinghe would come to beat it tomorrow, the relevant personnel had no choice but to start treating the orangutan. If it is really killed, not to mention that the people above will be furious and pursue responsibility, Ji Xinghe's unhappiness is also what the relevant personnel of the No. 6 base do not want to see.

The commander left, and Tang Qiao also left, but the movements of the two after they left were completely different.

Tang Qiao arrived at a communication room, began to record a message, and asked to keep trying to send it to the outside world.

The core content of this passage is actually only one sentence: Ji Xinghe may surrender to the enemy and treason.

...

When Ji Xinghe woke up after a nap, he saw Jackson waiting outside his door.

"what are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything, I just came to your side."

"You didn't rest?"

"I'm resting, I'm very energetic. If you don't believe me, let's fight?"

Ji Xinghe pondered for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

"ah?"

After coming to the training area very passively, Jackson regretted it immensely. The beating was a small one. The training area was in the middle of daily training, and there were a lot of mecha fighters and soldiers in it.

More than five hundred people watched themselves being beaten, which was more terrifying than the beating itself.

But what Jackson didn't expect was that Ji Xinghe didn't beat him, but stood there with his back to him.

"Hit me."

"ah?"

"Hit me." Ji Xinghe added: "Just like I hit it just now, hit me."

"That won't work. You just vomited blood from it, and your back is bloody. How could I hit you so hard?"

From the point of view of body size, Jackson's strength far exceeds that of Ji Xinghe, so he is telling the truth.

Ji Xinghe also believed this.

"You can take it easy."

"Then let me try?"

"kindness."

Jackson slowly walked behind Ji Xinghe, beating Ji Xinghe and being beaten by Ji Xinghe, he must choose the latter.

"I'm starting."

"kindness."

"3, 2, 1."

When Jackson's countdown ended, his right fist lightly touched Ji Xinghe's back.

"Give me some strength."

"good."

Jackson really only added a little bit of strength, and his fist still lightly touched Ji Xinghe's back.

"Add more."

"good."

Another point, after adding a few points of strength, Jackson's fist was no longer hitting Ji Xinghe's back, but Ji Xinghe's back.

Boom boom boom...

The sound from the collision of fists and backs became obvious, but it was still not loud enough. The soldiers onlookers couldn't hear anything, and they thought Jackson was massaging Ji Xinghe's back.

"A little more."

Ji Xinghe made another request, but this time he fell silent, with his feet shoulder-width apart, his knees together, and his hands clenched into fists on both sides of his waist.

This posture looked a little weird, but it allowed him to stand still in the midst of Jackson's beating, without even shaking his body in the slightest.

The strength Jackson is using now is not small, no different from ordinary people punching hard, but it is much smaller than his own strength.

Punch after punch, Jackson also fell silent, maintaining the strength level required by Ji Xinghe. He is not worried that Ji Xinghe will be injured by him now, because he can clearly feel that when the back of the fist collides, Ji Xinghe's rear The muscles on the back that bulge in rhythm.

Like a reinforced iron plate, his fists were slightly numb from the shock.

"Pause."

Ji Xinghe, who had been punched nearly a hundred times in a row, suddenly uttered a sound, and Jackson hurriedly withdrew his punches: "Old Ji, are you okay? Someone call the doctor for help..."

"No, I'm fine."

When Ji Xinghe uttered a voice to stop him, he looked around and saw that there were no women among the surrounding soldiers, so he raised his hand and took off his shirt, and put it neatly on the ground next to him.

"Come again."

Ji Xinghe resumed the posture just now, with his back to Jackson.

"Do you want to come again?"

"are you tired?"

"I'll be tired? Do you know that my nickname is Devil Muscle Man?"

Jackson took a deep breath, stood behind Ji Xinghe at a suitable distance, and then started the countdown.

"3, 2, 1."

When he said it, Jackson, who was about to punch out with a punch, suddenly stopped and looked at Ji Xinghe's back in a daze.

When he was counting to 3, Ji Xinghe's back looked normal, just normal and strong, his skin and flesh were not loose because of his age, it didn't look like the back of a sixty-six-year-old man at all.

But when he counted to 2, the muscles on Ji Xinghe's back changed obviously. The muscles gathered against common sense and then swelled. A horrible feeling.

Like a ghost face, he was too scared to punch.

"Ok?"

Ji Xinghe frowned and turned around, staring at Jackson: "Are you kidding me?"

"You, you, you..." Jackson stared wide-eyed and pointed at Ji Xinghe. When Ji Xinghe just turned around, he noticed that the hideous back like a ghost had returned to normal in an instant.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you human?" Jackson finally asked.

"Yes." Ji Xinghe pondered for a while, and then said: "Are you talking about controlling muscles? This is normal. You can actually do it when you practice Huajin, and you can be very proficient in Danjin. Like the back Muscles in this position are really easy to control after they have been trained."

Jackson finally understood why when he was beating through his clothes just now, the touch felt like a steel bar, and his face suddenly turned red, because he just called himself a devil muscular man in front of Ji Xinghe.

But now it seems that Ji Xinghe is a real devil with muscles.

"Teach me, you must teach me." Jackson shouted: "Master, I want to learn this, I must learn this."

"Let's talk about it after you have learned Jijia boxing."

"I've learned it. If it wasn't for the Ji family's boxing technique, how could I have gotten rid of that earl so quickly."

"It's not enough. If you are facing the Marquis, you can't handle it."

"Master, you haven't done it either, you haven't done it, how can I, as an apprentice, do it?"

"Actually, I wanted you to lend me your sword. If it doesn't surrender, I can handle it."

"..."

Jackson was speechless. The sword Ji Xinghe mentioned must be the mecha epee made of tungsten steel and gold that he captured. With such a weapon, Ji Xinghe's chances of winning in the face of the Marquis-level mecha are inevitable. improved.

Unfortunately, the Marquis surrendered, which made him miss an opportunity to watch the battle.

"Don't worry, practice more on your own. When you are able to beat the Marquis-level Imperial Mecha with the current mecha, you can practice boxing. Use your body to practice boxing instead of the mecha."

"Okay, master, let's continue?"

"kindness."

Jackson started calling Master again. He didn't ask Ji Xinghe why he did this, but just cooperated with all his strength.

Because he knew why, he was very afraid that Ji Xinghe would not be able to do it.

In a corner of the training area, the number of onlookers gradually decreased until there was none left. Formidable super mecha fighters like Ji Xinghe and Jackson would devote themselves to training in such a short time after the battle. How about hard work?

Others didn't know what Ji Xinghe and Jackson were doing, they thought it was a way of training.

Some people imitated it, and the effect was not bad. While improving the ability to resist attacks, it also strengthened their physique, allowing them to better withstand the load generated during the process of driving the mecha.

Time passed little by little, and Jackson was already sweating profusely, but Ji Xinghe's back did not show any trauma, not even bruises.

Sometimes normal, sometimes ferocious back muscles, in the process of constant change, relieved all the strength from Jackson.

The main reason for this is that Jackson didn't really exert his strength.

But if it was the same strength and quantity that hit other people's backs, not to mention vomiting blood, it would at least have both internal and external injuries.

Ji Xinghe's ability to resist blows made Jackson finally understand one thing, that is, why Ji Xinghe was able to withstand such a strong overload when driving the mecha, and the force generated when the mecha collided.

This old man is really a devil with muscles.

A few hours later, Ji Xinghe finally called to stop again, but he didn't say anything to Jackson, and stood still and started punching. The fist speed was not fast, and the movements of the whole body were very gentle, which looked no different from the moves he taught Jackson to practice with the mecha.

Jackson didn't ask either, but stood by the side looking at Ji Xinghe with an expectant expression on his face, waiting for Ji Xinghe to say suddenly: Apprentice, master has learned it, and I will teach you now, you are optimistic.