The new era strikes

Chapter 35 Loss of Power

Lu Tian glanced at a few gangsters who were swearing a lot by the side of the road, and said to a man in black plain clothes next to him, "Go and buy me two sets of clothes. I want gray sports short sleeves and trousers. I'm here Waiting for you in the parking lot."

"Yes, sir." After speaking, he walked to the car a hundred meters away, ready to go to the mall to buy clothes.

This young man is an ordinary member on the outskirts of the organization. There are thousands of such organizations, and they are usually stationed in some important cities to serve the official members of the organization.So I don't know Lu Tian, ​​but I received a task today and was sent to run errands for Lu Tian.

Lu Tian got off the plane half an hour ago, and a few hours before getting off the plane, he contacted the people in the organization and asked them to send an ordinary member over to pick him up.

Lu Tian has always kept a low profile, and no one would doubt him this time, so after he brought himself to the parking place, he was dismissed first, so that he could do some things by himself. Of course, buying clothes was also his original intention.

"Hey, kid, what's in the bag, take it out and show it to Grandpa!"

After Huang Mao wiped the vomit off his face, he caught a glimpse of a man walking in the distance, carrying a dirty cloth bag and wearing an ordinary camouflage uniform. He wanted to blackmail him.

"Brother, don't mess with him, what if he is a veteran!"

The fat man on the side touched his face, looked at Lu Tian with some timidity, and wanted to persuade his boss.

"You know what a fart. Nowadays, people in good clothes have bodyguards around them. If you don't pick a few ordinary people to attack you, let me go to drink the Northwest Wind. What about the soldiers? We are afraid of one of the five of us, you coward, You're the one who fucking eats the most."

"Pa", another slap on the fat man's forehead.

"Go up quickly."

With a bitter face, the fat man followed a few people to stop Lu Tian, ​​and slowly surrounded him.

Now it's midnight, and no one came for a while.

Lu Tian glanced at the crooked melons and bad dates in front of him, and said impatiently to Huang Mao: "Why, want to rob?"

"It's nothing, brother, look, it's not easy for us to come out in the middle of the night. We just want to find something to eat, so you can just give us something valuable."

Huang Mao pointed at himself and the others, the threat was obvious.

Grain production is now seriously declining, and it is estimated that this may be the case in the next year or two. In order to avoid famine, we can only adopt restrictions on the purchase of grain and vegetables. If you want to buy more, you have to spend a lot of money.

They are a group of bastards who are used to eating and being lazy. They have no money and the cost of living has become higher. Seeing that the recent public security is a bit chaotic, they took the opportunity to run out and get some money by blackmailing or even robbing some passers-by.

After success, he is smarter, harmless, and runs fast, avoiding the police, and lives a good life.

Huang Mao glanced at Lu Tian's calm expression, knowing that he had encountered a problem, he gestured with his eyes to a boy with a ferocious wolf head tattoo standing opposite him, quietly took out the switchblade in his trouser bag, and approached Lu Tian slightly.

"I have no money with me."

Lu Tian answered honestly, he really has no money now.

"No money? Then show me your bag!"

Huang Mao was full of disbelief, and pointed to Lu Tian's dirty backpack, which was bulging and obviously contained something.

"Should I say no?" Lu Tian tightened his backpack tightly, flashing a cold look, these bastards dare to come and snatch him, aren't they courting death?

"You don't want to give me face, so don't blame me for being rude."

As he said that, he shook out the knife, revealing the sharp blade, and glanced at it, it was made in China.

The tattooed man grabbed Lu Tian's bag and wanted to grab it first to see if there were any good things, but the yellow-haired man stared cruelly at Lu Tian's arm, and the other three also stepped forward to hold it down. Lu Tian.

Judging by his proficiency, I don't know how many times he has done this kind of thing.

Lu Tian directly slapped the tattooed man's face backwards with his right hand, and immediately his head flew to Lu Tian's left with his lower body, without even screaming, he spat out a few bloodshot teeth and fell to the side.

The yellow hair was even worse. Lu Tian raised his left foot and kicked him in the chest. The sound of cracking bones could be heard faintly from his body. The switchblade fell to the ground with a bang, and flew three meters away with a painful scream. , then slid back on the ground, vomited blood, and pulled out a bloody path. There was still some unfinished vomit in the blood, which made him extremely nauseous. , like a dead dog.

At this time, the tattooed man who was blown aside recovered from his dizziness, made a cooing sound, spit out a few mouthfuls of bloody saliva, and touched his swollen cheek, his words could only stop there. He could only make a whining sound.

The other three just touched Lu Tian's clothes and wanted to push Lu Tian to the ground, but they found that Lu Tian was as stable as a mountain, and their strength was like a mud cow, and it had no effect at all.

Seeing Lu Tian's rough behavior, and seeing his boss spitting out blood and then remaining silent, a fear rose from the hearts of the three of them.

"Ah, murder."

The fat man with the most flesh was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his legs softened and he sat on the ground, screaming and crawling back.

The other two became more courageous, their legs were trembling, and they hurriedly moved away from the God of Death who was caught by them.

"Are you still coming?"

Lu Tian turned and asked the two of them.

The two hurriedly waved their hands and stepped back again and again, expressing their daring.

Lu Tian took another look at the fat man.

"No, big brother, don't kill me?" The fat man begged for mercy in horror, with fluid dripping from his face and legs.

Seeing the terrified fat man, Lu Tian lost the mood to tangle with them, and walked over the yellow hair lying on the ground pretending to be dead, clapped his hands, and left leisurely.

The other two who were still intact quickly went to help the tattooed man and the yellow-haired man one by one, but the fat man was still trembling on the ground.

Lu Tian walked into the shadows, his face became serious, and he looked at his hands.

"Sure enough, the control over my own strength is far worse than before. If I had used a little more force just now, it would really be possible to kick that yellow hair to death."

Just now, Lu Tian had tried to reduce his force as much as possible, but he still kicked the yellow hair three meters away, half to death.

He used to have fairly strong mental power and could control his own power very well, but now that almost all of them are sealed, Lu Tian felt that he was missing something, and he was no longer able to control his power easily.

"Xiaoqi, what do you think I should do? Re-control my strength well, to the point where I can use as much strength as I want, I can't do this anymore, if I hug someone now, I might use too much strength fierce."

Lu Tian asked Xiao Qi's opinion with his mind.

"Master can do more physical work to familiarize himself with his muscles. Fighting those wild beasts in the rain forest is a better way for master. It's a pity that master has left there now."

"The master's mental strength suddenly disappeared, and the body is still not used to it. When the master uses his strength more often, he will naturally become more familiar with the body."

Xiao Qi explained Lu Tian's situation in detail, and went on to say: "Master can first exchange a set of basic body training skills with Xiao Qi, and cooperate with some martial arts Master will know to exercise his control. It is estimated that it will take ten days and a half months Then you can reach the standard before you lose your mental power."

"Well, let me call home first and talk about it."

I haven't contacted my family for more than a month, and I don't know what's going on at home.

He didn't call home when he was abroad to prevent his family's address from being known by outsiders. Now that he was going to pick up his car, it was time to call.

(End of this chapter)