My Iron Suit

After the opening of the martial arts hall, no one came to learn martial arts for many days. Chen Mo was not in a hurry. He learned and discussed with several boxers every day. Chen Moke did not have this condition. The real martial arts people in modern society are few and few fighters put In modern times, it can be called a master. It is not easy to find one, let alone to give him a sparring.

With the rich experience of combat and the accumulation of fighting skills, Chen Mo’s fighting ability has been rapidly improved, and the fighting power exerted has become more and more powerful. Several boxers have become more respectful in their eyes.

According to the strength of his own strength, Chen Mo combines various fighting techniques and draws on the strengths of the family. He gradually forms his own fighting style and creates a set of fighting techniques that suit him best.

The martial arts of several boxers are good at single-handedly fighting. They are weak and strong, and they are exquisitely crafted. However, many of them are not suitable for Chen Mo, and the efficiency of killing enemies is relatively low. Quickly kill a large number of enemies.

Chen Mo's physical strength is far stronger than ordinary people. In many cases, he does not need too many skills. It is simple and straightforward. It is more suitable for him.

However, Chen Mo still learned a lot from the boxers, the attacks on the human body, the techniques of attacking, exerting power, dodging, fast moving, and other techniques that are very useful to him.

Chen Mo has abandoned some complicated and ingenious moves, making it simple and simple, with rapid moves and direct attack. With Chen Mu’s powerful power and transcending the speed of ordinary people, it is amazingly powerful.

After his own set of fighting skills was basically mature, Chen Mo also learned some skills such as fighting, grabbing and unloading that he had temporarily given up.

Although Chen Mo’s physical fitness is hard to beat in this world, he basically can’t use these skills. However, if he is not sure, he will encounter even more powerful opponents.

Moreover, with the constant learning and discussion of the boxers, Chen Mo can calmly deal with the enemies who are good at skills, and will not be weakened by them.

This evening, Chen Mo did not continue training after dinner, but returned to the study on the third floor.

Picking up a piece of information on the desk, Chen Mo looked down. This is the information of Steve Rogers, who was investigated by Chen Mo, including his files, his resume, his family and friends, his recent experiences, and his usual habits. Places, etc., are recorded in detail in the data.

Steve Rogers was born in Brooklyn, New York on July 4, 1918. His father was a soldier of the 107 Infantry Regiment. He died of mustard in the first battle. His mother was a nurse in the tuberculosis ward. He was unfortunately infected and died in 1926.

After the mother's death, Rogers moved into the orphanage, where he met his only friend, James Barnes.

When he was an adult, Rogers left the orphanage and became an ordinary worker. He was always bullied by his good character but his body was thin. In the face of bullying, Rogers never bowed his head and always bravely counterattacked, even though he was beaten every time. Injury, but he still insists on himself and never flees.

Closing the information, Chen Mo leaned back in the chair and recalled some of the situations mentioned in the information, and contrasted with the movie plot in memory.

At this time, the door of the study was lightly ringed. "Come in, Eddie." On the third floor, except for himself, there was only Eddie.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the old Albert walked in with a tray and poured a cup of coffee into Chen Mo.

The fragrant coffee aroma is lingering at the tip of the nose, so that Chen Mo's spirit is one of the loose, gently taste a bit, only the mellow aroma, smooth and delicate taste.

"Thank you, Eddie, the coffee is very good." Chen Mo sincerely praised.

"I am happy to help you." Chen Mo's praise made Old Eddie very satisfied, bent a little, and left the study.

Chen Mo shook his head helplessly. Since entering the role of the housekeeper, Old Albert took out the set of the former nobles. He was meticulous in etiquette and made Chen Mo somewhat unaccustomed. At first, he even had to go every morning. Ironing the newspaper once again with the iron, and then giving it to Chen Mo, and Chen Mohao said that he finally stopped.

Steve is now working at a factory in Brooklyn, where several bullies often bully him, and Steve, who has never been defeated, often suffers injuries.

The factory is not far from the martial arts hall. Rogers will go through the front door of the martial arts hall every morning and evening. Every time he passes by, he will curiously look up at this small Chinese martial art museum.

He didn't know the Chinese characters on the plaque. I heard that this is a place to teach people, but they can't afford to learn.

This martial art is a very mysterious place in Steve's eyes.

Once he accidentally saw that a physically thin Asian was robbed by two white brawny men. His body was not strong and his actions were fierce and quick. Steve was preparing to help, and he had not yet ran two steps. Two white men have been knocked down to the ground by him.

A few days later, he met this magical Asian again, and at that time, he was coming out of the martial art.

This added a mysterious color to the martial arts hall, and Steve couldn't help but be more curious about it.

That night, Steve passed by again after work. Today's martial arts hall is a bit unusual. A strange atmosphere is over here, and Steve can't help but slow down.

In the martial arts hall, Chen Mo sat on the sofa and sipped coffee. The old butler, Albert, still stood in a suit, and the four boxers stood quietly.

"I finally couldn't help it, but it was a few days later than I expected." Chen Mo put down the cup and looked through the window to the shadow of the opposite alley, where many unscrupulous eyes were flashing in the darkness. .

"The owner is the ‘mad dog’ Johnny, and the two guys who were taught by me last time are also there.” The slim jaundice said.

"Give them a step, they can't wait to jump out, a group of idiots blinded by greed, aunt, go to open the door." Chen Mo smiled disdainfully.

It has long been known that someone is peeking in the dark, Chen Mo will count on the plan, send Huang Wei to fight the grass and start a snake, and deliberately played a good show in front of Steve.

Chen Mo’s voice just fell, the gate of the martial arts hall was slammed heavily, and Huang Wei stepped forward to open the door. A dozen white brawny men took the stick and sneaked into it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A short, white man in a suit, a hat, and a madman, walked in slowly. It is one of Brooklyn’s mafia leaders, the “mad dog” Johnny.

I glanced at the audience and found that there were only a few Asians who were not strong and a white old man who was not too young. I consciously took control of the overall Johnny to the sofa and prepared to sit down.

"I let you sit?" Chen Mo, who has been sitting on the sofa from the beginning to the end, suddenly said.

Johnny’s figure was a stagnation. As a mafia leader, one of the governors of Brooklyn’s underground order, Johnny, who was accustomed to it, felt his dignity was provocative. The sullen anger of Nie looked fiercely at Chen Mo on the sofa.

"Kid, it doesn't seem to give you any lesson. You don't know who is here to say it! Give it to me!"

"As you wish." Chen Mo waved his hand, and the four of them met the mafia thugs who waved their sticks.

Just like a tiger into the flock, under the fierce fists of the four men, there was no enemy. More than a dozen thugs lay on the ground for a moment.

Suddenly quiet in the field, only a lot of thugs of the thugs, this time the face of Johnny is even worse.

"You said who is here to say?" Chen Mo looked at Johnny's eyes, his voice asked in a low voice.

"Haha! Haha! Chinese Kung Fu, it is really amazing! Unfortunately, this is the United States! Here, we use it to decide, who! Say!! Count!" The expression on Johnny’s face suddenly changed, laughing and throwing a pistol , pointing to Chen Moyin said.

In the gang of hands lying on the ground, several people took out their pistols and pointed at the four scorpions, and slowly stood up.

The situation seems to be in the hands of the Johnny.