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Text sixty-two, the first shot

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    "What about the afternoon class?"

    "I have no choice but to stop. It's okay, the place I visited in the afternoon, I will take you to play alone later."

    "That's not what I meant! Forget it, just skip class."

    Hu Huan and Zhang Mingyu got off the car near the hotel, and they found an alley where they could observe the outside, and were ready to keep a close eye on the foreigners who followed them.

    But after waiting for a while, the two did not find their car, nor did they see the car following them.

    Zhang Mingyu and Hu Huan waited foolishly for two hours.  It was Zhang Mingyu who felt something was wrong, went to find a public phone nearby, and made a call back. He said in frustration, "It was my father who called the driver back."

    "Then what shall we do?"

    "How about? It's all here, let's go have a meal?"

    Zhang Mingyu pondered for a while, feeling

    It seems to be so special, right?

    It's all here, let's go and eat.

    The two strolled into the restaurant. Zhang Mingyu was very familiar with the place, so he even ordered a few special dishes. Hu Huan tasted each of them, and was immediately full of praise.

    The two were eating happily, and no one noticed. Three tall foreigners and a petite Asian girl broke in. When they saw the two of them, they all had happy faces and walked over quickly.

    The four people were indistinctly surrounded, and Hu Huan and Zhang Mingyu realized that when they were surrounded, it was already too late.

    Hu Huan hurriedly ate the camel paw in one gulp. One hundred and twenty pieces of this thing are precious, and delicious food should not be wasted.

    After eating the camel's paw, he felt that the lamb chops should not be wasted, so he grabbed two pieces

    The four foreigners were a little stunned. Zhang Mingyu behaved normally and was a little horrified. How could this boy who looked like a junior high school student be so calm?

    Very happy to eat, and there is no intention of stopping at all?

    A handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, curly hair, walking in the steps of a male model, smiling harmlessly to humans and animals, and the sun was shining brightly, said to Hu Huan in correct Chinese: "Hi, first time meeting, I  It's Jack!"

    Looking at his outstretched right hand, Zhang Mingyu's face was serious. He felt a little regretful that he was still too young to be inquired about his whereabouts.  Although these people were inadvertently led off the road by the driver, they still found this place.

    Hu Huan handed over a bone casually, and said in a low voice, "My name is Lu Xi. This is our Chinese specialty. It's delicious. You don't have it there. Try it soon?"

    The blond, blue-eyed, curly-haired foreign man clenched his fists lightly without showing any signs of expression, and the minced meat and bone dregs fell from his hands. He clapped his palms casually and said, "The Chinese are really hospitable."

    "I also want to ask you two to come with us. The time is a bit urgent, so I won't ask for your consent."

    As a top secret agent, of course he knows that if he stays here for a while, there may be extra problems, and if he stretches out his hand, he will arrest Hu Huan.

    Zhang Mingyu knows very well that he is an awakened person who is partial to the natural department. Even if he becomes a professional, his combat effectiveness is scum, and he has no weapons on his body. He immediately fitted himself up and bumped up, ready to sacrifice himself, and at the same time shouted: "Run away!"  ah!"

    Hu Huan lifted his foot, stepped on the chair, said sorry in his heart, soiled the chair, stretched out his foot, and the whole person crashed into the large floor-to-ceiling glass window next to him.

    At the same time, he didn't forget, he reached out and grabbed Zhang Mingyu's back, and ran away with him.

    The blond, blue-eyed, curly-haired foreign man didn't expect that his confident grab would fail. Hu Huan's reaction was faster than he expected, and the speed was also faster than he expected.

    ? This handsome foreign guy is also staunch, with his feet hardened, he flies into the air and chases after the two of them.  But at this moment, there was a very unexpected situation. Hu Huan bumped into the large floor-to-ceiling glass window, but failed to break through, but was bounced back.

    The pounce of the blond, blue-eyed foreign man with curly hair, of course, came to nothing.

    Hu Huan scolded: "Why is the quality of this tempered glass so good?"

    He rolled over with Zhang Mingyu in his arms, and rushed to the entrance of the restaurant.

    When the other three foreigners saw their companions making a move, they all thought that they were sure to win. They learned from the information that these two young men were only at the level of awakeners, and their companions were warriors of the second-tier giant family.

    There are multiple occupations in the first level of the giant family, but only two occupations were found in the second level, namely wrestler and lion.

    The former is simply arrogance of the physical body, and the second-level giant family warrior professional can often have twenty or thirty times more power than ordinary people.Strength, and even a very few second-tier top professionals can achieve strength fifty times greater than that of ordinary people.

    In terms of strength, it crushed the thugs of the first-order warrior clan several times.

    Even the soldiers of the second-tier warrior family are far inferior to the warriors of the same level in terms of strength.

    The soldier's ability is the proficiency of weapons, mastering cold weapons and firearms, and even driving various vehicles, not simply outstanding brute force.

    In frontal combat, soldiers are definitely not as good as wrestlers, but on the battlefield, the situation is reversed. Soldiers who are proficient in various weapons are far more lethal than wrestlers who simply fight hand-to-hand.

    Although Hu Huan's reaction was fast, these people were not worried, but Hu Huan didn't break the glass and was bounced back, but it was unexpected by several people.

    ?Because they had to follow their companions in pursuit, they no longer continued to form a siege. Hu Huan caught a loophole and rushed out of the interception of the three.

    Hu Huan just followed the most petite and exquisite Asian girl who seemed to have no damage ability, and when she passed by, she felt cold behind her.

    He tried his best, turned his body in the air, and threw Zhang Mingyu out first. Then he calmed down and faced the icy knife light.

    "Playing with weapons!?"

    Hu Huan didn't have time to make any moves, and he was not Spider-Man. He was able to turn around and send Zhang Mingyu out, and he had done his best, and there was no room for dodge.

    At the same time, he didn't have the confidence to resist with bare hands, so

    Hu Hua made the simplest decision. He clasped his hands together, clasped his eight fingers interlacedly, stretched out his two index fingers, and fired two spiritual bullets.

    At such a close distance, Hu Huan could see the faint smile on the face of the Asian girl, as well as the confidence that she will hit the knife.

    Following the blast of the spiritual bullet, everything was shattered by two spiritual bullets.

    Hu Huan did not expect that this thing is so powerful, of course the two bullets with spiritual power could not stop Daoguang, and he is not a sharpshooter, but he hit the opponent's body squarely.

    Although the Asian girl is petite, she is big enough for Hu Huan, who is close at hand, enough for him to shoot at the target with one shot and hit the target with multiple hits.

    The impact of the spiritual bullet blasted the Asian girl's body away fiercely. The light of the knife from her only hit a strand of Hu Huan's hair. The light of the knife was like snow, and his eyes could be reflected.

    In Hu Huan's short life, he has never been so close to death, and he has never felt that he can be so calm in the face of death!

    Faint Condensation
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