Chapter 797 Master Eighth

"But that's not my fault. I'm not involved in these matters. Why are you arresting me? I have the ability to catch those people." Mako shouted.

Wei Feng sneered, "Don't worry, none of them will be left behind. As for you, you can only say that you are unlucky. There is an old saying in China that every man is innocent and he will be guilty of possessing a treasure."

"The family behind you is not clean either. The mistake is that you were born in an unclean family."

Wei Feng suddenly thought of the ninjas from the two island countries.

"What are the two people who are protecting you by your side?"

"Scammer, I won't tell you anything more."

Bang!

Wei Feng slapped again mercilessly.

Wei Feng would not have good intentions for the enemy, whether it was a man or a woman, or a man or a young person. Otherwise, he would have died many times when he was abroad.

"you……"

Mako was so embarrassed that she was dying of anger, and a look of fear appeared in her eyes.

She could tell that this Chinese man didn't know what mercy and savage jade meant. She was so cute and looked like a loli in a princess dress, but she was slapped so many times by Wei Feng for a short moment.

"They are from the Ninju Sect. The young one is called Zangai, and the old one is called Kimura."

Ninja Sect…

Wei Feng knew that this sect was the largest ninja organization in the island country. He had always been relatively low-key, but he firmly grasped all ninjas in the island country.

It is said that the Ninja Sect has twenty upper sects, hundreds of middle sects, and thousands of lower sects.

The leader of the Ninja Sect is a genius figure who is rare in a century.

Wei Feng knew what he wanted to know, so he stopped asking and locked Mako in a room.

"Hey, you don't want to live in this room, it smells bad."

"As a prisoner, you have no right to choose."

"What should I do if I want to go to the bathroom?"

Wei Feng turned around and came to the bathroom, found a bucket, and threw it directly into her room.

"You... are you a little too much? I'm a princess!"

"No matter whether you are a boar or a sow, stay in the room honestly. If you want to escape, it's OK. This is the eighth floor. There are no people living downstairs and upstairs. If you want to escape, you will jump from the eighth floor and jump downstairs.

.”

Mako looked out the window and saw that there was cement floor downstairs. It would be strange if she fell down so high and didn't die.

Wei Feng closed the door without waiting for her to say anything, and posted a talisman on the door. It was absolutely impossible for Mako to come out.

After dealing with Mako, Wei Feng returned to the master bedroom, closed the door and took out his cell phone.

He called a phone number from overseas.

The phone was connected soon.

At this time, in the distant Europe, the training center of the Dragon Soul Brigade Training Office.

The training center is located within a mountain belly, and with the help of the natural mountain belly, the interior is decorated into a training center.

There are not many people in the training ground on the mountain belly who are training with various training equipment.

Among them, a young man wearing a black vest and tactical pants was wearing headphones and holding an assault rifle, and was shooting on the moving target.

His muscles were as beautiful as streamlines, and his posture of holding a gun was also full of fortitude.

With the point shot, you can hit every shot, and the hair will be filled with ten rings.

Moreover, the shooting distance is different from the training distance of ordinary troops, and it is more than five times the original level =!

And it is a confusing target shooting, and the target moves very quickly, which especially tests a person's reaction speed and gun out speed.

There may be a sharpshooter who will impress the Ten Rings several times, but this young man is always in charge of his use.

Obviously, this young man is a natural gun genius!

But this made the young man not satisfied with using a gun. His technique changed and he took out a series of crossbows from his back.

Logically, crossbows are generally used for short-distance shooting, but this person shoots with crossbows at such a long distance.

But the next second, it was still the bull's-eye.

It seemed like there was an arsenal on his body. He didn't know which part of his body he transformed a weapon, sometimes it was a hot weapon, sometimes it was a cold weapon, but they were all shooting.

After training, the man wiped the sweat from his forehead and took off his black-framed glasses.

This man is a young man of twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and he has a sense of heroism between his eyebrows.

He threw away the towel, looked at his companion who was sleeping soundly, and said helplessly:

"When you have no mission, you will sleep hard every day and you can sleep in the shooting range. Is it possible that you are practicing sleeping with arhats?"

At this time, the sleeping boy said lazily: "Master Eight, you know how to train hard all day long. Is it interesting? Do you know what it means to enjoy life? Do you have to be comfortable or not? If you live for a lifetime, just try to

Happy."

Master Eight rolled his eyes and said, "How old are you, you are, and you are still talking about life philosophy to me."

"I am not like you, with outstanding talents. Even the boss says that you are a genius who has never been seen in a century. But I want to tell you that talent will not be maintained for the rest of your life. Sooner or later, what does it mean to use all your talents in Jianglang? "

"Master Eight, go and practice your eight skills. I think you are just envious, jealous and hateful. Who told you that you don't have talent? You can only fly first, fly for a while, I'm chasing you after you sleep.

.”

Master Eighth snorted coldly, wiped and played with his gun, continued to do push-ups, and said, "Just be lazy. It would be great to be called Xiaowu Saint, right? I will teach you a good lesson when the boss comes back sooner or later.

Be honest.”

"As long as I am better than you, the boss will not cause trouble for me."

"You are better than me, do you have the will of us to gesture?" Master Eighth said unconvincedly.

The little Wu Saint got up, "Okay, come here, I will compete with you twice. If I don't let you go within ten moves, my little Wu Saint will be invalid."

Master Eighth smiled grimly, and his steps suddenly changed. He instantly came to a hundred meters away, and hooked his finger at him.

"Come on, Xiao Wu Sheng, come here and see if I can shoot you with one shot."

"I can stand your way!"

"If you have the ability, come here!"

The two kept shouting, and when the others saw this, they shook their heads and smiled. If they fought in close combat and far away, they might not necessarily win.

But everyone is used to it, and the two of them are always making jokes.

These two are the two war gods of Dragon Soul.

It is also an existence that is terrified by the dark world in the West!

Master Eight, no one can defeat long-range attacks, and no one knows how many weapons he has, but he claims to have eight unique skills, so he is called Master Eight.

The little Wu Sheng is a martial arts genius. Wei Feng even thought that this guy's talent was even better than him, but now it has been proved that this guy's talent is still a little worse than Wei Feng. After all, Wei Feng is already a national sage

And the little Wu Saint is in the middle stage of the Grandmaster.

Just then, Master Eight's phone rang.
Chapter completed!