Firepower is king.

Chapter 7 Kung Fu Fan

Los Angeles is only [-] kilometers away from San Diego. We set off in the morning and entered downtown Los Angeles around noon.

But the captain left with Joey and Eraser, no, it was Frank, Joey and Eraser who left. They were going to arrange the funeral of the bison. After all, it was really not very good to drag a dead body in the car around Los Angeles. Suitable.

As for helping Gao Guang prepare for the job, Frank handed it over to John, because John volunteered to bring Gao Guang, a newcomer.

John's face is very round, that's why he got the nickname of bottle cap, and John's round face looks very happy, always smiling, which makes Gao Guang feel that John is a good person.

Gao Guang has a good impression of John, of course, how could he not have a good impression of a person who is willing to take the initiative to help him.

Now both Gao Guang and John were eager to fill their stomachs. John chose a fast food restaurant, but after getting the fast food and just sitting down, John couldn't wait to start his speech.

"I saved you, you know? I shot the kidnapper's head off last night, otherwise, you would be the one whose head was blown off, so you owe me a favor."

John took a bite of the hamburger in his hand, and then he continued: "Not only did I save you, but I also took care of you. Frankly speaking, I hate being someone's nanny, but do you know why I took the initiative to take this job? ?”

"why?"

John said with a serious face: "Because I know you know kung fu. I saw it last night and it was very clear. You must know kung fu, right?"

Gao Guang was very hungry, so he couldn't just talk. After biting the hamburger in his hand, he nodded and mumbled: "I do know kung fu, but it may not be the same as you think. I practice kung fu." It's a routine."

John's eyes were a little bright, and he said seriously: "What is a routine?"

"It's just... Kung Fu of the performance nature. It's not so practical. It's just for performance. I don't know if you understand it."

Gao Guang chose to tell the truth, because if he pretended to be an expert, he would not only be easily exposed, but also easily lead to unpredictable consequences.

It's just that Gao Guang's statement made John a little confused.

"What is kung fu of the performance nature?"

"It's just that it can't really be used for fighting, it just looks good."

John frowned, and then he said very seriously: "I am a fanatic of Jack Cheng, very fanatical, and of course I also like Bruce Lee very much, they are two different styles, I have wished to be able to Learning Huaxia Kung Fu, but I was born in a small place, where there is no Huaxia Martial Art Museum, in fact, it is difficult to see even Huaxia people."

Shrugging, John pointed at Gao Guang with bright eyes and said, "But it's different now, I saved you, you owe me a favor, and I have to take care of you, so you should teach me how to do it."

Gao Guang was stunned for a while, and then he said in astonishment: "You want to learn Kung Fu from me?"

"Yes, I want to learn."

Gao Guang said hesitantly, "Are you serious?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Gao Guang sighed and said, "Okay, I can teach you, but let me declare in advance that I practice long boxing routines, stick skills, and sword skills. These are all individual events in martial arts competitions."

John said seriously: "Sounds very good, so do you think if I practice at my age, I still have a chance to become a master?"

"A master? What is your understanding of a master?"

John put down the hamburger in his hand, clenched his fists, and said with a serious face: "Of course I can fight. I don't expect to be a super expert, but at least, I can fight three!"

"Uh, the three you mentioned, do you mean the level of ordinary people?"

John's face wrinkled, and then he said very dissatisfied: "Ordinary people? Why should I learn Kung Fu from you if you are fighting ordinary people? I have served in the Marine Corps for five years, and now I can easily deal with three Ordinary people, I'm talking about beating at least three people of the same level as me, is there a problem?"

There is a problem, and a big problem.

Gao Guang is sure that he can't beat John, because he can tell by John's size.

First of all, John is very strong. Although his face is very round and big, and his neck is relatively thick, he is not fat at all, and his body is still strong. With such a figure, it is obvious that his ability to resist blows is not bad.

As for Gao Guang, he is [-] meters tall, but weighs only [-] kilograms, and is as thin as bean sprouts. This figure is really convenient for him to dodge and move around. Even standing up and letting him hit him might not be able to hit him.

So after much deliberation, Gao Guang decided to tell the truth, so as not to be regarded as a liar by John in the future.

"Uh, this... kung fu movies are also movies, and the movies are all fake, that is to say, it's useless for you to practice. If you want to learn real kung fu, you have to find a real kung fu master."

Gao Guang was very frank, but before he finished speaking, John's eyes began to shine.

"You must be a real master, you must be!"

Gao Guang was stunned, he really didn't know where he was showing his demeanor as a master.

John said very seriously: "I must have been to the martial arts gym to learn kung fu. Every master in the martial arts hall told me that he is the best, a master, and the descendant of a certain boxing method in China, but as long as I If you ask to try, you will find that they will fall after one round, man, I have defeated eleven martial arts coaches, and you are different, you are very humble."

Gao Guang was stunned again, and extremely stunned, and then he couldn't help saying: "So you still believe that kung fu is...really?"

"Of course! Of course kung fu is real, are you testing me? You must be testing me!"

What a test, now Gao Guang himself doesn't believe in the so-called ancient martial arts, and he doesn't believe that martial arts can be used in actual combat, so he was extremely puzzled and said, "Can you tell me why you are so confident in kung fu?"

John breathed a sigh of relief, and then he said seriously: "Six years ago, I just became a mercenary at that time... No, I just became a PMC. I saw a black boxing match in the Green Zone of Baghdad. A Chinese man just He knocked down his opponent with one stroke, that Huaxia guy was very thin, about the same size as you, and much shorter than you, and the guy he knocked down was at least twice his weight, it's like a featherweight boxer beat A heavyweight boxer with just one hit."

"He uses grappling, or Sanda, but it's definitely not kung fu. I don't want to admit it, but I have to be honest."

"No, he used Bajiquan, that's right, that's what he said."

Gao Guang opened his mouth slightly, and looked at John in astonishment, while John continued: "Why do I say that, because he will immediately participate in the next boxing match, a cage fight with no rules and no restrictions, and five people enter the ring In the end, the one who stood alone won $[-], it was a big boxing match, you know there is no entertainment in the Green Zone, so there were a lot of people participating, and a lot of people betting, and of course the prize money was huge.”

Gao Guang swallowed, and said, "And then?"

"Then he knocked down four, as you can imagine, but I was, I was..."

John stretched out his hand and made a head-blasting motion, and said with a pious expression: "My head seemed to be blown up at the time, because I found that my childhood dream had come true before my eyes."

Gao Guang now feels that his brain is about to explode, because he doesn't believe that Kung Fu is so good, but looking at John, he doesn't seem to be bragging, so he begins to feel that this thing is starting to become psychedelic.

(End of this chapter)