Ancient master modern police

From the perspective of the three people sitting in the Buick, Zhang Qi opened the car door and stood waiting for them. It was not prestige, but his head was burned out, especially when Zhang Qi was still holding a sword in his right hand.

The distance between the cars on both sides was about 20 meters. If this distance was long, anyone who came here could hit others with a few shots. But short, at least under normal circumstances, when Zhang Qi walked in front of them, he would have been beaten into a hornet's nest.

Those three people have often cooperated together since training. The person in charge of driving saw that Zhang Qi still hadn't drawn his gun. He drifted beautifully and turned the car sideways to Zhang Qi's side. The other two had already Pull out the pistol and get ready.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, not only the brave wins, but also the fast one wins. With two bang bang gunshots, the Buick driver turned his head away with a smile, and his expression froze for a moment.

In front of him, the two companions who thought they were sure of winning had a big hole in their foreheads, while Zhang Qi on the opposite side had pulled out his gun at some point, and the black hole was pointed at the Buick, as if he was still exuding The heat caused by emission.

The driver was well-trained, without any hesitation, he opened the car door on his side, wanted to use the car as a cover, and tried to find another way, cursing secretly in his heart: "Nimma, hold a sword!" It's too deceitful to be a cover."

Zhang Qi, on the other hand, laughed happily, and his wicked taste of cat and mouse was fully satisfied. He was good at using a sword, and he could kill these three people even if he rushed forward and waved the giant que.

But why is it so hard? It’s so convenient to shoot. No, there are two bangs, and the opponent falls to the ground. He just needs to quickly take out the pistol and lightly press the trigger twice. It’s not troublesome at all, and you can enjoy it The astonished expression of the other party.

The place where An Ziye chose to park was very empty. After Zhang Qi fired his gun, he saw a car approaching in the distance out of the corner of his eye. He didn't want to drag him any further, so he shot the car that had just opened the door. The jk mercenary outside the car shot his head.

After dealing with the three killers sent by jk with his usual clean and neat method, Zhang Qi was relieved, at least he didn't have to worry about these three mice running to his villa to mess around.

Sitting back in the car, Zhang Qi picked up the phone, thought for a while and decided not to take the initiative to admit this matter, and wait until jk's matter is resolved. At most, he will write a report when the time comes.

After throwing the pistol back to An Ziye, Zhang Qi fiddled with his saber. Regarding how quickly he dealt with the three mercenaries, An Ziye remained calm and did not even speed up the car. destination.

The place where Feng Kuang was housed was An Ziye's former ancestral house. He thought he would stay there for a day at most, but he was delayed by Feng Kuang's physical problems. Many things that should have been prepared were not ready. The people who brought them were already very impatient. Seeing An Ziye's return, everyone knew that the "doctor" had arrived, and their suffering days were coming to an end.

Aside from being happy, some people were displeased with the doctor's big name. An Ziye kept secrets and did not explain Zhang Qi's identity and ability to them. Some of his subordinates planned to wait for Zhang Qi to finish his work and give him a little pain. one to eat.

Especially after Zhang Qi's so-called "treatment" was just a few pictures of the seal, An Ziye's people were even more unhappy. Just these two times, they would have to stay in this shitty place for two days. I should have known , which one here will not shoot.

"I said Uncle An, my brother waited for two days just for the two elbows of this famous doctor. It's too much fun." The person who spoke was a Chinese youth. For the sake of convenience, this time An Ziye brought all Chinese.

An Ziye had calculated everything, but he didn't expect that his subordinates would dare to make fun of Zhang Qi, his liver trembled, and he sprayed his saliva on this man's head: "Huzi, don't talk too much, you boy, next time If there is a mission, I will try my best to transfer you to Africa."

The young man named Huzi thought that An Ziye felt that he was provoking him, so he touched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Uncle An, I don't doubt your old wise decision, it's just that this barefoot doctor left us alone for two days. I only took two shots when I came here, I’m really sorry for feeding the mosquitoes for two days.”

"I'd rather you were after me." An Ziye cursed inwardly, glared at Huzi, then turned to apologize to Zhang Qi, "Don't be surprised, Mr. Zhang, a kid who hasn't seen the world. God, I forgot to turn my head."

The life of a mercenary is blood licking. Zhang Qi has made friends with similar people. He understands that this group of guys belong to people who are excited about something and looking for trouble when they have nothing to do. He just smiled, looked at the guy named Huzi with interest, and said: "Then what do you think doctors should do when they treat people?"

"Hey." Hu Zi leaned back a few degrees, looked at Zhang Qi with a surprised expression, as if to say that this kid is not stupid, but he actually picked up the quarrel.

"If you're a Chinese medicine doctor, you have to prick with needles and then prescribe Chinese medicine for a few months. If it's a Western medicine doctor, you can cut everything with a scalpel, and you can decide how mature you are." Huzi said while communicating with a few of his companions in a weird way. He glanced at him and said jokingly.

Everyone laughed coaxingly when they heard what he said. There was no malice, but the teasing smiles showed their attitude very well, that is, they were unhappy, and they were all looking for Zhang Qi's fun.

An Ziye didn't expect that this group of guys would get worse. Just as he was about to get angry, Zhang Qi stopped him with a wave of his hand. They were making fun of Zhang Qi, and it just so happened that Zhang Qi also wanted to make fun of these people.

"Then how mature do you want to be?" Zhang Qi looked at the tiger who laughed the most, opened his eyes and asked, the other party was obviously taken aback, and then said happily: "That depends on how tough the flesh is, Haha, you are quite interesting, but you are a little arrogant."

"A fight or a martial arts competition?" Zhang Qi smiled. These guys should be responsible for protecting Su Qin for a while, just to show their hands, so that they don't underestimate his unpaid employer, "As for the duel, forget it."

The difference between the so-called martial arts competition and martial arts competition is that martial arts competition is dangerous, but martial arts competition is not dangerous. When martial artists compete with each other, both of them consciously move at a slower speed. If someone is beaten If you hit the target or obviously increase your speed, you will lose.

As for duels and martial arts competitions, there is no need to specifically explain them, everyone knows them.

Huzi glanced at Zhang Qi in surprise, then turned to look at An Ziye, as if he was asking for An Ziye's opinion, but to his surprise, An Ziye agreed.

"In the next few days, you will be responsible for being Mr. Zhang's guide. I'll talk about the details later." If Zhang Qi wanted to smuggle out, he naturally needed someone by his side to be a guide. At this point, it was just a matter of time for Huzi to know Zhang Qi's strength.