Hidden in the dark all the time, Ye Jian, whose breath is all converging, raises his hand to open and close the fire door. With the light refracted from the moment when he closes the fire door, there is a trace of coldness in his eyes, and he moves at once.

Target, the pistol in the opponent's right hand.

The right hand was twisting the lunch box, now it's a gun.

A gun is not a good thing. It is a dangerous and bad thing to take in the hands of the enemy. Either grab it or kick it.

Ye Jian didn't plan to grab the gun. She planned to kick the gun to fly. Kicking the gun to fly is the Kung Fu of the boxer. If you can win, you can fight until the other side is killed.

In the face of the enemy, Ye Jian can be so ruthless. Mercenaries who are chasing Xia Jinyuan back home don't want to ask them anything, and Xia Jinyuan doesn't expect to ask them anything.

Killing without forgiveness is not about playing, but about having to do it!

The silver thread on his hand is like a snake. He quickly covers his right hand and wrists. The other side is very alert. However, no matter how alert and alert he is, he clearly confirms that there is no surprise attack behind the fire door.

"Dying!" The stiff Chinese burst out of the South Asian man's mouth. He gave up turning on the light, and his right hand was caught by the silver thread, trying to tear off the thing that had caught his wrist.

As soon as he tried hard, the South Asian man only felt the great pain in his right wrist. He realized that he could pull things on his wrist, not to mention his ability. He tried hard to cut things into his flesh faster, as if he could brush his wrists together.

Such a pain made him give up the power of focusing on his right arm. Ye Ye Jian responded faster, stretched the whole silver wire hard, and kicked his right elbow to the opponent's right elbow.

Instead of treading from the front, kick back, straighten the opponent's right arm, and then kick his right arm on the elbow bone.

The silver wire in the hand is always tight in the hand. Ye Jian is not afraid that the strength of the other side is so great that the silver wire will drag her all over. The greatest beauty of the silver wire is that the harder the entangler is, the tighter he is.

"Who are you!" "You are all Chinese soldiers, aren't you?" Chinese asked

Chinese soldiers It's Chinese soldiers who are suspected of assassinating religious leaders.

Ye Jian smiled coolly and replied in standard English, "it's no use knowing who I am, but I can admit that I'm a Chinese soldier."

Yes, you can think of her as a Chinese soldier. As for whether she is, believe it or not, it's your own business.

Ye answered the question honestly and didn't lie, but such a direct recognition made the South Asian men suspect that there were other countries as well as the assassination of religious leaders as Chinese soldiers.

For example The powerful countries in Europe and America.

After all, China's military strength is not as good as that of the European and American powers in every way, and the military personnel trained are also not as good as that of the European and American powers. Their suspicion is more inclined to the European and American powers.

"You, not Chinese soldiers, not Chinese soldiers, weak! You, strong! " When the man in the south of East Asia finished speaking hard, he quickly greeted Ye Jian with his fist. The previous attack made the man in the south of East Asia realize his carelessness, thinking that the woman he was staring at was just an ordinary student.

Now I know that this seemingly ordinary girl has such a strong skill, which makes him more suspicious that the other side is really not a Chinese soldier. It is impossible for China to train students to be so scared.