A War Between Spies

Yang Yi is particularly looking forward to lunch time every day, because lunch has the largest amount of food and can provide the most calories. As a person who exercises and exercises martial arts every day, the panic that is not enough to eat is a daily pain. .

Now, the instant noodles Yang Yi can't change, because he has no smoke, and he has no money to buy cigarettes. He is also embarrassed to ask for money with Xiao Yu. He would rather be hungry than ask for help outside. As for Zhang Yong, Yang Yi I didn’t mention a word at all and asked him to help.

Yang Yi thinks that if even the problem of eating can't be solved, then it's still a fart.

But Yang Yi really didn't think about robbing someone else's things to eat. From beginning to end, I never thought about it.

However, after Zhang Yong reminded him, the evil seeds in Yang Yi began to sprout.

Grab a gang is not a scum or a scum person's meal is completely guilty of crime, and can still practice with them, why not do it?

So today, Yang Yi decided to test her strength.

When I went to the restaurant to eat, Yang Yilian walked according to the footwork. No way, excited, after a few months of hard work, I can finally get a real battle today, and I can’t be excited.

Zhang Yong did not go with Yang Yi, because he knew that he had to deliberately find trouble, it was better to stay away from it, so that he could not eat it at lunch.

When Yang Yi picked up the plate, he was eager to try, and then he went to the black man who was cooking.

There is chicken at lunch today, although it is all together, but there is meat.

Yang Yi was very emotional. He had chicken for the first time. Then he poked someone else's eye because of a piece of chicken. He finally killed the boxing champion. Now, it is chicken, but he has to change him to grab someone else's.

After making a meal, Yang Yi wanted to stand next to the team and began to collect it, but he thought about it, but he quickly went to a table and finished eating things at the fastest speed before returning to the side of the team. Raised the plate.

Holding the plate is like a meal, which makes Yang Yi feel extremely uncomfortable, but there is no way, he has no younger brother to help him take the plate to collect other people's food.

Half of the people didn't eat any food. Yang Yi stood next to the team and put on a cold face, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Because everyone knows what it means to hold a plate and wait for it.

Many people glared at Yang Yi. Yang Yi wanted to look back and drink and let others put the food on his plate. However, he thought very well, but he never seemed to open his mouth.

A short black fat man also stood next to the plate with a plate. He looked at Yang Yi with a strange look, then frowned and said, "Hey, who do you accept for?"

"I don't want to be someone, I collect food myself, do you have any opinions?"

Yang Yi is waiting for a Mexican who looks very fierce. The Mexican once smashed him for no reason. At that time, he was busy returning to the cell for training, so he was called a dog and called for two, but today he wants Looking for the trouble of the old ink.

But at this moment, a white man who was not tall was in front of Yang Yi and the black fat man.

The white man hesitated, he didn't know who to give his chicken.

Yang Yi couldn't help but look at the black fat man, and then the black fat man screamed: "Go away! See what!"

This black fat man is not the goal of Yang Yi, but since all of them are on this, there is no need to wait.

Yang Yi took the plate and then hit it on the nose of the black fat man with a punch.

The head of the black fat man suddenly slammed, then turned his eyes and immediately fell backwards.

In fact, Yang Yi really is a smooth hand, that is, a punch, but he did not expect that the black fat man did not fight so, to know that he is really a punch, not a trick in the fist.

So a punch hit the black fat man lying on the ground, but Yang Yi was a little embarrassed.

"I understand, give it to you."

The white man said that he would give his chicken to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi, the more fierce, the more he wants to provoke, like the skinny little white plate, he doesn't want it.

"Who wants your things, go away, eat by yourself!"

Yang Yi said without a good breath, then he saw a group of black people rushing toward him.

At least a dozen people.

Yang Yi was nervous and excited. He put the plate on, and immediately greeted the fastest black man.

The black man hit a fist toward Yang Yi.

Actual combat and over-the-counter can be different.

At this time, Yang Yi that had time to think about what tricks, he shorted his body, went to the next black, and then hit the black man's stomach with a punch.

The first black man fell to the ground without any flaws, and then Yang Yimeng then withdrew because the second black man came over.

With his hands slamming out, Yang Yi wanted to grab the black arm in front of him, but he took his arm but didn't hold it steady, so Yang Yi had a rush to avoid the punch of his face, but the ear Still being picked up, it hurts and hurts.

Yang Yi's left arm is on, his right arm is down. He doesn't think about it. The right fist immediately hits the black man's armpit from the bottom up, then the left arm pulls the black man's arm and pulls it down.

With a bang, the black man yelled at the miserable moment.

Yang Yi flashed to the left. He once again used a trick that didn't work, but this time he succeeded, because the black fist that hit him was straightforward, but he still didn't take it back, let him catch it.

The two hands suddenly slammed and turned, and after the sound of a bang, ~www.readwn.com~ the black man was also screamed miserably.

The beginning of the panic period has passed, but Yang Yi still can't see how many people are in front of him. He thinks very well. He is going to play one and see the move.

But after waiting to be surrounded by a group of people, Yang Yi found that the situation was not the same as what she imagined.

It’s too chaotic, I can’t see it at all, and I still have time to think about what moves.

Even a short, and then suddenly slammed into a cannon in front of him, a black man's teeth and blood spray, Yang Yi turned around, his hands were wrong, and both hands hit a black man's neck.

Xingyiquan is walking and playing, playing and walking. The short-selling of Mian Zhangquan is to find the key to the fatality. The capture is the recruitment of the joints, not the disintegration or the wrong bone. At this time, Yang Yi does not care. Thinking about what to use, it is simply how to come.

Can not be beaten in the crowd, so after all the people who blocked the road in front of him, Yang Yi jumped out of the crowd, and then one person came over to his stomach, waiting for Yang Yi Meng and then retired With one blow, he found that the black man in front of him had a knife in his hand, and the fierce and savage one stabbed him again.