Chapter 10

After the martial arts school opened for many days, no one came to learn martial arts. Chen Mo was not in a hurry. He studied and compared with several boxers every day. Before, Chen Mo had no such condition. There were few real practitioners in modern society. Several boxers can be regarded as a master in modern times. It's not easy to find one, let alone several to accompany him.

With the rich experience in actual combat and the accumulation of fighting skills, Chen Mo's fighting ability is rapidly improving, and his fighting ability is becoming more and more powerful. Several boxers look at Chen Mo with more respect.

According to the characteristics of his strength and speed far beyond ordinary people, combined with various fighting skills, Chen Mo has gradually formed his own fighting style and created a set of fighting skills that are most suitable for him.

The martial arts of several boxers are mostly good at fighting alone, with the weak winning the strong, and the moves are exquisite. But many of them are not suitable for Chen Mo, such as combatant, capture, unloading, four or two thousand catties and so on, and the efficiency of killing the enemy is relatively low, unable to kill a large number of enemies quickly.

Chen Mo's physical strength is far stronger than that of ordinary people. In many cases, he doesn't need too many skills. He is simple, direct, open and close. The Kung Fu on the battlefield is actually more suitable for him.

However, Chen Mo still learned a lot from the boxers, such as the attack on the vital points of the body, the skills of attack and exertion, the methods of evasion and rapid movement, which are very useful for him at present.

Chen Mo has abandoned some complicated and exquisite moves, and turned them into simple ones. The moves are fast and attack the key points directly. With Chen Mo's great strength and speed beyond ordinary people, he can exert amazing power.

After his set of fighting skills is basically mature, Chen Mo also learns some skills such as entanglement, capture and unloading that he gave up temporarily.

Although Chen Mo's physical quality is rarely matched in this world, and he can hardly use these skills, he can't guarantee that he will meet more powerful opponents in the future, and it's not suitable for him to keep forging ahead.

In addition, Chen Mo's continuous learning and dueling with boxers will enable him to deal with those enemies who are good at skills, and will not be defeated by them.

That night, Chen Mo did not continue to train after supper, but returned to the study on the third floor.

Taking up a piece of information on his desk, Chen Mo looked down and looked at it. This is the information about Steve Rogers that Chen Mo sent for investigation, including his files, resume, family and friends, recent experience and places where he often haunts, which are recorded in detail in the information.

Steve Rogers, born in Brooklyn, New York on July 4, 1918, was a soldier of the 107 infantry regiment. He died of mustard gas in World War I. his mother, a nurse in the tuberculosis ward, was unfortunately infected and died in 1926.

After his mother died, Rogers moved into the orphanage, where he met his only friend, James Barnes.

As an adult, Rogers left the orphanage and became an ordinary worker. He was kind and upright but thin. He was often bullied. In the face of bullying, Rogers never bowed his head and always fought back bravely. Although he was hurt all over every time, he still insisted on himself and never evaded retreat.

Close the materials, Chen Mo leaned in his chair, recalled some of the situations mentioned in the materials, and compared them with the movie plots in memory.

Then the door of the study was knocked softly, "come in, Eddie." On the third floor, there is only old Eddie.

The door was slowly pushed open, and old Albert came in with a tray and poured a cup of coffee for Chen mo.

The mellow aroma of coffee lingers on the tip of the nose, which makes Chen Mo's spirit one of the pines. After a sip, he only feels the mellow aroma, soft and delicate taste.

"Thank you, Eddie. Coffee is very good." Chen Mo said with sincere admiration.

"At your service." Chen Mo's praise satisfied old Eddie. He bowed slightly and quit his study.

Chen Mo shakes his head helplessly. Since entering the role of housekeeper, old Albert has taken out the previous aristocratic set. He is meticulous in etiquette, which makes Chen Mo not used to it. At the beginning, he even irons the newspaper with an iron every morning, and then takes it to Chen Mo for reading. Chen Mo finally stops talking about it.

Steve now works in a factory in Brooklyn. Several bullies in the factory often bully him. Steve, who never concedes, often suffers from injuries.

The factory is not far away from the martial arts school. Every morning and evening, Rogers will pass by the martial arts school. Every time he passes by, he will look up curiously to see the Chinese martial arts school, which covers a large area.

He didn't know the Chinese characters on the plaque. I heard that it was a place to teach Kung Fu, but he didn't have the money to learn them.

The martial arts school is a very mysterious place in Steve's eyes.

Once he happened to see that a skinny Asian was robbed by two white men. He was not strong, but he was fierce and quick. Steve was going to help him. Before he ran two steps, the two white men had been knocked down by him.

A few days later, he met the mysterious Asian again. At that time, he was coming out of the martial arts school.

It added another layer of mystery to the martial arts school, and Steve couldn't help being more curious about it.That night, Steve passed by again after work. Today's martial arts school seems a little unusual. A strange atmosphere envelops here. Steve can't help but slow down.

In the martial arts school, Chen Mo is sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. Albert, the old housekeeper, is still standing by in a stiff suit, and four boxers are standing quietly.

"I couldn't help it at last, but it was several days later than I expected." Chen Mo put down his glass and looked through the window into the shadow of the opposite lane, where many hostile eyes were flashing in the dark.

"The owner is Johnny the mad dog. The two guys I taught last time are here." Said Huang Quan, a thin man.

"Give them a step, and they can't wait to jump out, a group of fools blinded by greed. Ah Quan, go open the door." Chen Mo's disdainful smile.

It has long been found that someone is peeping in the dark. Chen Mo is determined to send Huang Quan to frighten the snake. At the same time, he specially plays a good play in front of Steve.

As soon as Chen Mo's voice fell, the gate of the martial arts school was clapped heavily. As soon as Huang Quan came forward and opened the gate, a dozen white heroes came in with sticks and fish.

There was a passage out of the crowd. A stout white man in a suit, a hat and a crazy face walked in slowly. It's Johnny the mad dog, one of the Mafia leaders in Brooklyn.

Glancing around the room, I found that there were only a few Asian people who were not strong and a white old man who was not young. Johnny, who consciously controlled the whole situation, walked to the sofa and was ready to sit down.

"Did I seat you?" Chen Mo, who has been sitting safely on the sofa from the beginning to the end, suddenly said.

Johnny's body is stagnant. As a Mafia leader and one of the controllers of the underground order in Brooklyn, the defiant Johnny feels that his dignity has been challenged. The angry Johnny looked fiercely at Chen Mo on the sofa.

, "boy, it seems that you can't teach me a lesson. You don't know who has the final say. Give it to me! "

"As you wish." Chen Mo waved, and the four of Huang Quan met the Mafia thugs waving sticks.

Like a tiger in a flock of sheep, under the swift and violent fists and feet of four people, there is no one enemy. A dozen thugs lie on the ground in a moment.

All of a sudden, there was silence in the field. Only a group of thugs groaned painfully. At this time, Johnny's face was even worse.

, "who do you think has the final say?" Chen Mo looked into Johnny's eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Ha ha! ha-ha! Chinese Kung Fu is really powerful! Unfortunately, this is America! Here, we use it to decide who! Say! Now! Count! " The expression on Johnny's face suddenly changed. He took out a pistol with a laugh and pointed at Chen Mo and said grimly.

On the ground lie a group of dozen hands, also a few people take out a pistol to point at Huang Quan four people, slowly stood up.

The situation seems to be in the hands of Johnny again.