Chapter 357: Uncle Long's Debut
Several hours had passed since the banquet began, and the moon had already climbed high in the sky. The patience of the agents lying in ambush nearby was worn out bit by bit, and they cursed Mr. 7 in low voices for his procrastination, completely unaware of the struggle Mr. 7 was going through in his heart.
But it was just a little struggle. Mr. 7 knew clearly that even if the truth was like this, he could not escape. As long as he dared to show any doubt, he would be killed by the senior agents immediately.
Now is not the time to doubt the Boss. No matter what, you should complete this mission first and then think carefully about your future.
Mr. 7 said in a bad tone: "I have told you everything I can tell you. Now give me an answer. Do you want to join or not?"
Zhang Da also noticed his changing expression. It was indeed very difficult to persuade someone to defect with just a few words. The prerequisite for verbal persuasion was to fight with the other party first. He shook his head: "I'm sorry, I have no interest in pyramid schemes."
"Really? That's a shame. Looks like there will be a few more tombstones on the cactus."
Mr.7 took two steps back and gestured. The music in the banquet hall stopped abruptly, and dozens of black gun muzzles opened fire from all directions at the same time.
Altria had sensed something already, and she moved the sword in her hand a few times, splitting all the bullets shot at her in half.
Rui Mengmeng was not in a hurry either. She drew out her black sword, and with a few clangs, she blocked all the bullets with the side of the sword.
Zhang Daya also regained his senses. He did not use the iron block to resist. Instead, he picked up a folding stool and used the stool surface to shoot all the bullets away. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the folding stool was particularly easy to use today.
A bullet shot by Zhang Da Ye flew past Mr. 7's ear and took away a few hairs from his temples. Mr. 7 was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. It was obviously a perfect surprise attack, why could they react so quickly?
And it wasn't just these three who reacted quickly. Ye Yan, who was originally standing on the table to perform, instantly turned over and jumped off the table. Facing the "fans" who were rushing towards him with swords in hand, he gently struck the soul-calming gong.
"Alas, it's really annoying that the fans are too enthusiastic." This time the power was well controlled, only freezing , without disturbing his companions. Ye Yan waved his hand and released four flag monsters, "Beat them!"
The four flag monsters smiled and rushed towards the terrified agents. They felt unhappy when they thought that the four people who stayed on the ship could play mahjong in the name of watching the ship, so they took out their anger on these people.
As soon as the few people who were drinking with Shark Chili received the signal, they smashed the wine glasses in their hands at Shark Chili, and then reached out to draw their knives.
Shark Chili smashed the wine glass with a slap, and then used the wine in the glass as a bullet to shoot out: "Hit the water!"
"Woo wow!" Several people flew backwards as if they were hit by a shotgun before they could even draw their knives.
"Three thousand watts roundhouse kick!" Shark Chili noticed that two lolis and a kitten were rubbing their eyes in a daze, and kicked the person dressed as a nun next to them away with a roundhouse kick.
The unfortunate nun foamed at the mouth, her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness, and bumped into a man and a woman who were about to take the two little girls hostage.
"Thank you, Mr. Shark Pepper!" Wendy thanked him politely after waking up, and then wrapped her arms around Gale, "Tianlong Wing Attack!"
"It's over. I fell asleep when I was surrounded by the enemy. That guy will laugh at me when I go back." Perona said with a bitter face, standing back to back with Wendy, and a series of small ghosts flew away.
"Miss Monday!" Mr. 7 was shocked. The famous muscular woman among the agents couldn't even block a single move. "And even Mr. 6 and Miss Mother's Day... It's bad!"
Mr.7 was shocked . Even that inconspicuous robot and these kids were so strong, then how powerful would that guy who looked the strongest be?
"Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!" Uncle Long, who looks like the strongest, is being chased around the field by a group of agents.
As soon as the battle started, he was targeted by more than a dozen guns at the same time. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and overturned the table to block his view with the table top.
Bang, bang, bang, the gunmen pulled the trigger according to their own judgment, leaving more than a dozen holes on the table.
From an angle they couldn't see, Jackie Chan's body was pressed against the table, his arms outstretched, his head tilted, and the bullet holes were evenly distributed and precisely outlined under his armpits and beside his head.
The gunfire stopped, and the agents holding melee weapons rushed over while their companions were reloading. This was the key target that Mr. 7 had ordered to take care of, so of course everyone had to attack together.
Jackie Chan glanced at the bullet hole next to his ear from behind the overturned table. A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead. When he heard the gunshot, he stopped sneaking and half of his head out to observe the enemy situation.
After seeing a group of people rushing up, Jackie Chan kicked the table away, turned around and ran away, shouting his catchphrase "bad luck, bad luck" as he ran.
Three or four agents were knocked down by the suddenly flying dining table, while the others chased after them with weapons raised, cursing.
"Stop! You despicable guy!"
"Let's have a showdown!"
"Are you the strongest?"
"I'm not the strongest! I just know a little bit of martial arts!" Jackie Chan shouted loudly in injustice, without stopping his feet. He felt that these people might have some misunderstanding about him.
I am just an ordinary person, I can only fight one or two people at most. If so many people come together, they can stab me to death with one knife from each of them!
The agents didn't believe his lies. More than a dozen guns aimed at him at the same time didn't hurt him. Instead, he knocked down three or four of them easily. This guy must want to support others!
"How dare he look down on us? Let's teach him a lesson!"
"oh!!!"
Although they were going to attack together, there were always some differences in the running speeds of the agents. As Jackie Chan ran around in the banquet hall, flexibly moving between the tables, chairs and benches, and occasionally throwing cups, plates and bowls to interfere, there was eventually some distance between the agents.
"Prepare to die!" The two agents slashed at Jackie Chan's back with knives at the same time.
Jackie Chan dived under a round table and rolled nimbly to the other side of the table, letting two knives chop on the table. While the two men were trying to retract their knives, he picked up a chair and knocked one of them down.
When another agent saw his companion fall to the ground, he stabbed Jackie Chan in the chest with a knife.
Jackie Chan held the back of the chair with both hands and pushed the chair forward to block the attack, with the tip of the knife almost piercing through the surface of the chair.
The agent pulled his knife backwards, but Jackie Chan used the leg of a chair to twist his arm, causing him to feel pain when his arm was caught by the chair leg, and the long knife fell to the ground with a clang.
Before he could react, Jackie Chan picked up the chair and hit him in the abdomen and on the back, knocking him down.
When the agent wanted to get up, the chair was placed directly above him. Jackie Chan turned around handsomely, sat on the chair and crossed his legs.
The agent tried to get up but couldn't muster the strength: "Damn it, let me up."
At this moment, a young man wearing a crown and a green suit did several back flips in a row, holding a metal baseball bat in each hand and smashing it down at Jackie Chan.
Jackie Chan quickly stood up and replied in a cheeky tone: "Okay, I'll let you up right now!"
"It's your fault..." The agent supported himself with his hands and lifted up the chair, but then he felt a pain in the back of his head and blood gushed out.
It turned out that a metal baseball bat broke the chair and another hit him on the back of the head.
Jackie Chan spread his hands and said, "It's none of my business. He was the one who beat me."
"Mr. 9, you..." The unfortunate agent widened his eyes and fell to the ground before he could finish his words.
Mr.9 wielded two baseball bats and stared at Jackie Chan: "I accidentally hurt you, sorry baby! To compensate you for the moves you endured, I will use double the amount on him!"
Jackie Chan looked left and right, then picked up two pairs of chopsticks from the table next to him.
Mr.9 laughed: "Do you want to use that thing against my 'Perseverance Bat', baby?"
Jackie Chan moved his hands, allowing the two pairs of chopsticks to spin deftly in his hands a few times, and finally he held them again, assuming the posture of using two sticks.
However, after comparing the weapons of both parties, Jackie Chan said awkwardly: "Uh...how about you wait for me to find a suitable weapon?"
For some reason, he subconsciously ignored the pistol and Kabuda electric baton hanging on his waist .
"It's too late, baby!" Mr. 9 raised the metal baseball bat and hit Jackie Chan left and right.
"I'll block it, I'll block it..." Jackie Chan used only two pairs of chopsticks to support himself, but in the end the length was a disadvantage, and sometimes he had to raise his arms to block the bat.
The two men exchanged more than ten moves in a blink of an eye. After Jackie Chan blocked one move, he stretched out the chopsticks in his right hand. Mr. 9 leaned back to avoid it and did a few back flips to create distance.
"You are really amazing. If you were an ordinary person, the bones in your arms would have been broken by me long ago, but you managed to remain calm."
Facing such praise, Jackie Chan maintained a handsome pose with a smile, but within a few seconds, the expression on his face gradually collapsed: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
Jackie Chan bent down, spinning around in pain, rubbing his arms rapidly with his hands in an attempt to relieve the pain. However, every time he turned to face Mr. 9, he still managed to maintain a handsome alert posture, but the moment he turned around a little, he immediately lost his cool.
“You guy…” Mr. 9’s mouth twitched, feeling that he might have chosen the wrong person and wasted his feelings. “Then I’ll use this trick to deal with you, the Hot-blooded No. 9 Perseverance Baseball Bat!”
Mr.9 did nine backhandsprings in a row, gathered enough strength, and smashed Jackie Chan's head with two baseball bats: "Go to hell...what?!"
Two metal baseball bats fell down. Jackie Chan raised his hands, moved his fingers slightly, and opened two pairs of chopsticks to clamp or hold the baseball bats.
"Hehe." Jackie Chan smiled, "I'm very good at using chopsticks."
Mr. 9 looked at his special move being caught in such an incredible way and shouted in disbelief: "Impossible! It's just chopsticks, it can be easily broken!"
Mr.9 exerted force with his hands and pressed the bat down, and the four chopsticks bent into exaggerated arcs.
Seeing that the chopsticks were about to break, Jackie Chan suddenly had an idea and shook his hands forward. Under the action of the elastic force, the two pairs of bent chopsticks hit Mr. 9's wrist.
"It hurts!" Mr. 9 let go of his hand in pain.
Jackie Chan was quick-witted and dropped his chopsticks to catch the two falling baseball bats, which he then hit on Mr. 9's head twice. He then performed a cool set of stick techniques, clamping a baseball bat under his armpit and slightly raising his chin towards Mr. 9, imitating Bruce Lee's posture.
"You..." Mr. 9 fainted on the ground unwillingly.
However, Jackie Chan also encountered a small accident. The baseball bat that he was holding under his armpit accidentally touched the mechanism. The front end of the bat flew out like a meteor hammer, drew a beautiful arc and hit Jackie Chan's head.
"Oh, bad luck, bad luck!" Jackie Chan threw away the baseball bat and rubbed his head with a grim expression.
