Chapter 815 - The Crab Behind

"You and Ivan just call people, and leave everything to me before noon tomorrow."

Listening to the bluff outside, Lin Mo stood up, flexed his wrists, and heard a burst of machine gun-like crackling noises all over his body, leaving everyone in the room dumbfounded.

Is this a sound the human body can make?

What a biochemically modified warrior, what a cyborg warrior, it all made sense immediately.

It's Kung Fu!

Even the CIA agent was stunned, but he was relieved immediately. The other party was Chinese, so of course he was Chinese Kung Fu.

All Americans who have watched a large number of Chinese Kung Fu movies such as Bruce Lee movies are extremely admiring and superstitious about Chinese Kung Fu. They believe that real Chinese Kung Fu can almost fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and is omnipotent, just like the magic in Western legends.

From another perspective, compared with the Chinese people’s unbridled way of thinking, Westerners’ imagination is even more impoverished, like a dry and barren Gobi Desert.

"You, can you do it?"

Charlie Mitchell expressed concern. Although he admitted that the opponent could destroy an Audi with one punch, he did not dare to think that one person could fight a group of people.

Not to mention that there are many ants that kill elephants, and the other party also has guns, machetes, chains, sticks and other weapons in their hands. These guys outside are basically an organized gang. No matter how heroic you rush in, they will probably change. Into slag.

"I'll help you!"

Lin Mo didn't just win the respect of Charlie Mitchell, Alvin Carter also made a crackling sound when he clenched his fists.

The United States is a society that highly values ​​individual heroism. There is nothing more exciting than a person challenging a group of armed criminals.

In the United States, where liberalism is rampant, it is not surprising that those agents have lost their minds and done outrageous things, and they may even be regarded as heroes.

"Mr. Morin. Me too!"

Bob stood up like a real man at this time and picked up the shotgun.

As the backbone of the family. There are things he must do for his family.

"No, no! You protect the women and children here, and leave the rest to me. Don't worry, it only takes a few minutes. I'll be back soon."

Lin Mo looked at the time on his watch and estimated the time in his mind. He didn't take it seriously at all, as if he just went out to play a round of golf.

The two agents, Charlie Mitchell and Alvin Carter, looked at each other and admired Lin Mo even more.

Faced with the overwhelming number of thugs, he still remained calm. The psychological quality of Chinese pilots is terrifyingly high. Even astronauts are nothing more than this, and the two of them guessed exactly the same thing.

But this is too dangerous!

The two CIA agents were unable to stop Lin Mo. They were filled with worry, and at the same time they grabbed their pistols and stood at the door. Be prepared to shoot decisively in support if something goes wrong, even if it violates CIA operational rules.

The actions of the Dragon Knight were personally recognized by the two agents, and they were generous in their actions. They were also willing to take some responsibility for it.

"Uh huh! Hey hey." The guy who was stepped on the ground sneered, thinking that this overestimating Eastern man was destined to die, and that he would die miserably.

His companions will rescue him soon. Yes, everyone in this villa is dead, and he will not let anyone go.

Lin Mo unbuttoned his collar. With a faint smile, he walked to the door of the villa and opened it.

No one could see clearly how Lin Mo got out. It was as if a gust of wind had blown up and the person at the door disappeared.

It was as if a ladle of cold water was poured directly into the boiling oil pan from the outside, and the pan exploded with a bang.

Charlie Mitchell, who was holding the door, changed his expression and looked out the window. It doesn't matter if you look at it, once you look at it you can't take your eyes away.

"Oh my God! Is he human?"

Charlie Mitchell muttered in disbelief.

"What's wrong, Charlie?" Alvin Carter kicked the evil man again and came to the window. Suddenly, a gray shadow flew past the window with a scream, and an extremely tragic sound was heard not far away. Terrible crash.

"my God!"

Alvin Carter also let out an uncontrollable low exclamation.

The two agents stood in front of the window in a daze, staring out the window motionless and speechless, as if they were under the petrification spell of Medusa.

Bob and his wife Lisa looked at each other, wondering what was going on outside that surprised these two "bodyguards" so much.

No, aren't they "bodyguards"? How come the employer is outside and they don’t fulfill their responsibilities? It was as if the two of them were the ones being protected.

"Lisa sweetie, stay here while I go take a look."

Bob anxiously held the shotgun and walked to the window, wanting to see what kind of wonders there were outside the window. This surprised the two grown men and made them speechless.

If something goes wrong, he will definitely shoot without hesitation. Killing intruders in his own private area is completely legal in the United States.

When screams were heard outside, the villain who was tied up with nylon ties let out a weird laugh, thinking that the overestimating Eastern man was being caught by his accomplices and tortured in every possible way, but the miserable man The shouts kept ringing out, and the accents were all different. It was clear that they were not the same person's voices, and some of the people's shouts were very familiar.

Gradually, the evil man suddenly stopped laughing. He struggled a little, but couldn't stand up. So he gave up and climbed to the window to see what was going on. He simply raised his ears and tried to listen to what was going on outside. The more he listened, the more frightened he became. , his face became paler and paler.

He has completely heard that his accomplices are being attacked. This is a very terrifying melee. There are constant screams as if people are being thrown out, as well as muffled groans of pain deep in the soul, and huge impacts. The sound, including the rolling sound of a car whose alarm was triggered, seemed like a strange beast was raging outside.

"my God!"

Bob standing in front of the window was also decisively petrified.

His wife Lisa didn't know what happened, but she didn't dare to walk over and take a look.

"Hey, hey, what's going on? What happened? Is that guy outside a human? Is he a vampire? No, it's daytime now. Is he a werewolf?"

The villain roared unwillingly. Just by listening to the sound, he knew that his accomplices had kicked the iron plate, but he had no idea what was going on outside. His mood was extremely complicated, both frightened and curious. It’s both.

There were about forty people outside the house. I thought it would be an easy task to deal with the new guests in the villa, but I didn't expect that it would go wrong. The first little boss who rushed up was suddenly caught by the other party and taken into the house. To make matters worse, all the windows in the entire house were boarded up, and the back door was blocked.

What everyone didn't expect was that an Oriental suddenly rushed out. They didn't even see each other's appearance clearly, but the men who had experienced many battles were like vulnerable babies. One after another the kites were flown directly.

The machete, steel rod, and iron chain were all useless. The opponent only punched from the beginning to the end, and he performed a trapeze before anyone could react.

Even if he wasn't punched so hard that he vomited blood on the spot, just being thrown alive on the lawn, in a garbage dump, or in a bush would definitely not be a good experience.

They also had guns, but they were as useless as fire sticks at the moment. Before they had time to aim and pull the trigger, the opponent had already moved to an unknown place like a shadow. Even if he directly bullies someone in front of him, it is still a simple, no-fancy punch.

The thugs outside the villa watched as they were knocked down one after another, with no power to fight back. They were like little girls who had been stripped naked and allowed to do whatever they wanted.

These people are going crazy. Who is that Oriental? Is Bruce Lee possessed? It was simply too terrifying, not like a human being at all, like a demon from hell, the incarnation of Satan.

Some guys with quick legs rushed towards the cars crowding the sidewalk, but most of them were picked up one by one and thrown on the lawn.

Even those lucky ones who managed to get into the car were thrown out with the car, rolling around in a pile of crowded vehicles. The car body kept making twisted groans and a series of tragic collisions, and there was a loud noise in the car. There were bursts of horrifying screams.

Ants! A swarm of ants!

Lin Mo didn't take these little scumbags with a combat power of only 5 in his eyes at all. He didn't even need weapons or any combat skills. He used force to defeat the enemy without any tricks, and in the blink of an eye, he cleared everything outside. thugs and threw it on the lawn outside the door.

The humanoid tank-like dragon knight is so domineering, walking sideways as he pleases.

The Boyce family was moving out soon anyway, so it was no shame that this beautiful lawn was crushed by a group of rough white and black men.

"Three minutes and five seconds, a total of forty-one!"

Lin Mo clapped his hands, looked at the time on his wrist, and walked towards the villa.

Behind him were the groans and screams of defeated soldiers, as well as several horrifically broken cars, emitting increasingly thick black smoke, as if they had just been ravaged by a battle, no less terrifying than being strafed by fighter jets. Scenes.

The Dragon Knight had shown mercy, and had used clever skills to achieve such a thrilling result.

This is the United States, where a foreign pilot has killed dozens of people in one breath. I am afraid that the U.S. government will not sit idly by and ignore it anyway. Lin Mo certainly will not cause trouble for himself.

Charlie Mitchell and Alvin Carter gasped and looked at Lin Mo pushing the door in with complicated expressions.

"Are you really a human? Are you really a pilot?"

Charlie Mitchell gritted his teeth and asked boldly again.

"Huh? Of course, it will be replaced if it's fake!"

Lin Mo was stunned, then laughed and patted his chest without any metallic sound, indicating that he was a pure human being made of flesh and blood...