Chapter 358 When Uncle Long Entered the Kitchen
"Even Mr. 9 was killed!"
"Unforgivable!"
"Don't be alone this time!"
A group of agents rushed forward and Jackie Chan fought and ran away.
The two agents swung their swords and chopped down. Jackie Chan flipped over a table with one hand, turned around and kicked with his foot , and the edge of the table hit the two agents in the stomach.
An agent swept a knife across, aiming at Jackie Chan's neck. Jackie Chan sat on a chair with his legs bent, and the knife just passed over his head. He raised his leg and kicked the man in the stomach, using the force of the chair to lie back. The attacks from the samurai sword, chain hammer, and even two bullets missed and hit the ground.
The agent stepped forward again. Jackie Chan, who had fallen to the ground, supported himself on the ground with his hands, clamped his legs around the chair and kicked upwards. The two chair legs hit the two men's chins and knocked them down.
Two men went around to the side and attacked Jackie Chan's upper body. Without stopping, Jackie Chan did a difficult somersault with the chair. The chair landed steadily on the ground and Jackie Chan sat lightly on the back of the chair.
But a mace hit him on the head and Jackie Chan flipped backwards. The chair was smashed into pieces. After landing, Jackie Chan caught two chair legs and knocked down two people on the side with two bangs. He threw the chair legs out and hit the two gunmen who were changing ammunition in the face.
Faced with the decreasing number of agents, Jackie Chan still chose to turn around and run: "I've already told you I'm not the strongest one, why are you all chasing me?"
"This person is so despicable. He defeated so many people, but he still says he is weak!"
"We must not let him go!"
A group of people swarmed over, and Jackie Chan ran away frantically, jumping over tables and chairs in various ways, and throwing debris backwards. He earned money by knocking down anyone he could, and even if he couldn't hit anyone, he could create obstacles.
However, the size of the banquet hall is limited after all, and soon Jackie Chan ran to the end. A group of agents were overjoyed: "See where you run to!"
However, there is always a way out. Jackie Chan leaped forward and successfully got into a small window on the wall - that was used for serving food. Inside was a kitchen, a large kitchen that could accommodate more than a dozen chefs working at the same time.
"It's the kitchen!"
"The back door is locked, he can't escape!"
“Go ahead!”
An agent grabbed hold of the food delivery window and tried to get in. Jackie Chan inside smiled slightly and put down the splint fiercely.
"Ah..." The agent screamed. Jackie Chan lifted the splint considerately and punched the agent in the face while the agent blew on his swollen hands.
The agent whose hand was caught fell down, and the others came to their senses: "Go through the front door! You two stand guard at the window!"
The first agent who broke into the kitchen enjoyed Jackie Chan's door-closing service. The heavy solid wooden door hit the agent's face and bounced back.
Jackie Chan caught the door with one hand, kicked the agent in the stomach, and punched the agent behind him in the face while he was bending over...
The same move worked every time. Jackie Chan knocked down six people with just a door. He didn't continue because the people in this world were too strong. They could break the wooden door just by hitting their faces.
The agents took a lot of effort to successfully break into the kitchen, but their nightmare began after entering the kitchen. The cups, plates, and bowls were all Jackie Chan's hidden weapons, and the pots, spoons, and bowls were all his weapons and protective gear.
A small dining cart allows him to perform the Qin Emperor's trick of circling the pillar. Various drawer doors in the kitchen can always be opened in unexpected ways, constantly hitting the enemy or causing the enemy to bump into him.
There was a loud bang in the kitchen and a bunch of people were lying on the ground. Some of them had their heads thrown into the sink, while others were folded forward and stuffed into the cupboard. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine how these people were knocked down.
In the end, only four people were left standing, including Jackie Chan.
Jackie Chan was panting, holding a spatula in one hand and a rolling pin in the other, and slowly retreated under the double-team of three people. Finally, his back leaned against the refrigerator, with no way to retreat.
"It's amazing that you can do this."
"But that's it. Your physical strength has reached its limit, right?"
"We are different from those scumbags. The three of us all have code names!"
Jackie Chan smiled bitterly and said, "If I surrender now, will you stop?"
"You wish!" The three men, one holding a samurai sword, one holding a dagger, and one wearing boxing gloves, attacked Jackie Chan's throat, abdomen, and chest respectively.
Jackie Chan thought quickly and opened the refrigerator door with his elbow. He used the side of his body to block the fist attack, raised the rolling pin in his left hand to block the dagger that was stabbing at his throat, and used a spatula in his right hand to block the samurai sword.
Mr. 11, who was using a samurai sword, smiled and said, "Go to hell, I have the best sword 'Hanasu' in my hand!"
An ordinary spatula could not withstand the sharp edge of a good knife, and the long handle was cut off in the middle.
"Wow!" Jackie Chan was startled. He dropped the spatula and squatted down suddenly, avoiding the fate of being beheaded. At the same time, he swept Mr. 11 down with a sweeping kick, stood up, took two steps forward, and elbowed the man with the dagger into the refrigerator.
At this time, the agent wearing boxing gloves angrily pushed the refrigerator door and locked his companion inside. When he was shocked, Jackie Chan's rolling pin fell on his head, making him dizzy.
The man with the dagger in the refrigerator pushed open the refrigerator door, and the refrigerator door slammed into the boxing agent's face, knocking him down completely.
Jackie Chan hit Mr. 11 on the head with a rolling pin, and with his other hand he closed the refrigerator door again, just in time to catch the dagger agent's hand. The dagger fell to the ground with a clang. Jackie Chan opened the refrigerator door and knocked him out with a stick, then closed the door again and called it a day.
After dealing with all the enemies, Jackie Chan slid down to the ground with his back against the refrigerator: "I'm so tired. I think I should thank Altria for emptying their refrigerator..."
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The battle in the banquet hall was much smoother and easier than Jackie Chan's. Facing such a small-time agent, the Amber Travel Group's combat effectiveness was simply bullying.
The only ones who could cause a little trouble to everyone were the underground duo Mr. 4 and Miss. Merry Christmas, and the sniper duo Mr. 8 and Miss Father's Day, who were hiding in the distance.
For the safety of her companions, Artoria decided to go out and look for the sniper. Judging from the fact that no bullets had been fired in such a long time, Artoria was probably on her way back.
There are only a few agents left in the banquet hall, and 'Mayor Seven' has drawn his knife and gone into battle himself. He cleverly chose Zhang Daye, who seemed the easiest to bully.
As soon as they fought, Zhang Da also found that Mr. 7 had good swordsmanship skills , and felt that he was stronger than Zoro - Zoro a few months ago. However, for Zhang Da, one move to defeat him was normal, and two moves was just teasing him.
He didn't know yet that this Mr.7 was not the Mr.7 who later guarded the bomb in Alabasta, but the one who went to the East Sea to invite Zoro to join Baroque. After Zoro refused, he wanted to silence him, and then the code name Mr.7 was given to the current Mr.8.
After one move, when Zhang Daye picked up the folding stool to end the fight, a hand stretched out from the ground and grabbed Zhang Daye's ankle.
Zhang Da was also stunned, and he also fell to the ground like Wendy.
