There were more than a dozen mercenaries gathered in the Louis Bar on the corner of the street. They had just received the news and were preparing to accept the order to capture Fan Jianming.

Beside them, there were bar girls sitting without exception.

All of them received photos of Fan Jianming in their mobile phones.

There are frontals, sideds, and full body photos.

After seeing Fan Jianming's photo and his physical information, a big man couldn't help but smile and said, "Mygod, is this the legendary death style of C country? Isn't it a bit humorous? Why do I feel that there is no difference between me and the Eastern students walking on the Western Street?"

Another great man said: "Orients value wisdom. Perhaps this Fan's fame is not based on his fist skills, but his intelligence."

"no," said a big man sitting next to him, "I have heard of him as a person with very strong martial arts skills and extremely accurate marksmanship."

"You have watched too many martial arts movies in the East, have you watched them? The so-called kung fu is just a flower-building style. It's okay to shoot movies and perform on stage. If it's a one-on-one actual battle, let alone our unlimited fighting, even our heavyweight boxing, including Oriental Karate, Muay Thai, etc., I'm afraid they can't deal with it."

"no," a bar girl smiled and said, "I feel that you have some misunderstandings about Oriental people. Although they are generally not tall, some are quite powerful when they are in bed."

Her words caused laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" The woman seemed a little dissatisfied and added: "They are not only powerful, but also generous. We finally found a customer and only earned fifty dollars at a time. Once they took action, they could at least five hundred dollars."

"That's because of the different systems. There is no woman like you in their country. It's rare to be a country once, so I'm so stupid. I guess they all regard you as goddesses."

The people here burst into laughter.

A man with the appearance of a leader knocked on the bar: "Okay, according to reliable information, this Fan has got off the plane and is heading towards the border with a taxi. Maybe he has arrived in the town. Let's go out to find him. Whenever you see him anywhere, you will be killed without mercy."

“yessir (yes, head)!”

"Miss, whoever meets him and brings it to your bed will have a bonus of five thousand dollars!"

“mygod (god)—”

All the ladies screamed, if they couldn't meet the men from the East, five thousand dollars, they didn't know how many men they had to receive to earn.

Just as they were about to get up, Fan Jianming walked in with Chang Kai in his arms. He looked back accidentally and found that Chen Chao and Dong Mingxia were also following him. It was too late to let them go. The mobile phone was remembered in one second to provide you with wonderful novel reading.

Fan Jianming glanced at the bar and found that nearly twenty men and women were looking at him in surprise.

Everyone was surprised and surprised by his arrival.

A big white man standing at the door reached out to block him.

Fan Jianming didn't speak, just looked at the other party.

The white man shrugged: "Sorry, in extraordinary times, no one who enters this bar can carry weapons."

It is obvious that he is preparing to search Fan Jianming's body.

Fan Jianming said coldly: "Call your webmaster out!"

The white man shook his head inexplicably and said, "I don't know what you are talking about?"

Fan Jianming hugged Chang Kai, turned around 180 degrees, and kicked the white man directly in the neck with one leg.

The white man was 1.9 meters tall and at least 230 kilograms, and he kicked him away.

The huge body fell back quickly and hit a table with a thump, not only smashing the table to pieces, but also shattering the things on the table.

Chen Chao and Fan Jianming looked at each other: I'll go, just take action if you have a disagreement? First release

Seeing this, the bar girls screamed just now, but quickly covered their mouths with their palms.

The well-trained mercenaries stood up at once and immediately took out their own guns, some pistols, some assault pistols, and some as pocket shotguns.

Fan Jianming seemed to be ready. While kicking the white man away, he followed up and placed Chang Kai's body on the bar, pressing him towards the head facing everyone like a shadow.

Before the guy could react, Fan Jianming tied his neck with one arm, pulled out the pistol from his waist with the other hand, then bit the bolt with his teeth, and pushed the gun around the guy's waist with the gun.

Sitting next to him, a black man who was nearly two meters tall looked heavier than the white man just now, and his strength was not lacking and his arms were long.

I saw him wave his hand and punch with lightning speed.

What's even more terrible is that when his fist was only ten centimeters away from Fan Jianming's nose, he heard a "click" sound, and a sleeve arrow that had grown at least fifteen centimeters of his fist bounced out, piercing Fan Jianming's throat.

Just ten centimeters away from the bridge of his nose, a sleeve arrow with a length of more than fifteen centimeters suddenly popped up. It was so secret that even the Daluo King Kong might not be able to escape this fatal blow.

Chen Chao and Dong Mingxia were both shocked and sweated in a cold sweat. It was too late for them to rush over.

There is no way to hide.

Fan Jianming shrank his neck and opened his mouth, just in his mouth that could accommodate the sleeve arrow. At the same time, he kicked it and kicked it at the other party's vital point.

This time he didn't kick it, but kicked it from bottom to top, and there was only a "bang".

The black man was nearly two meters tall and weighed nearly three hundred kilograms, but he actually kicked him into the air, and his head directly hit the crystal lamp on the roof, making the bell ring.

Before the black man could scream, he fell from the air again. Sadly, Fan Jianming kicked a chair in front of him forward. When the black man fell, he happened to be riding on the back of the chair.

With a "click", the back of the chair was immediately broken by him, and the pain made him wide open his eyes and mouth wide, and he couldn't even scream.

"oh--"

All the men present made a low voice of amazement at the same time, and the feeling of pain made them empathize.

Fan Jianming did not allow the other party to breathe, and kicked the black man again, directly hitting the abdomen. The black man's huge body flew backwards and knocked at least three or four women away. The other two men who were about to catch the black man were also staggering for a few steps and sat on the ground.

This time the whole bar was completely quiet.

The people present seemed to be bigger than anyone else's eyes, and they looked at Fan Jianming with dumbfounded eyes, unable to believe that everything they saw in front of them was real.

Where is the Eastern student walking on the Western Street?

No wonder people call it the God of Death. He is really the God of Death!
Chapter completed!