Miss Su tries to survive in the world of reincarnation

Then, it can only be that the street layout here is not very good.

"Stop." Joe said, and when he started, he suddenly thought of the meeting in World Two.And he subconsciously, like Su Qingyue at that moment, raised his hand towards the speeding truck.

hand.

At the end of the hand, only one finger sticks out.

When his fingertips touched the front of the truck, the perception of Huajin allowed his strength to travel completely inside and outside the car.

The time to do it is only a moment.

In a split second, he has already found the crux of the truck's loss of control, and let the force be transmitted through the car body and released at a specific position.

The axles were suddenly stuck, the out-of-control brake pads were suddenly engaged, the accelerator was forcibly blocked, and the engine suddenly stopped.

At this moment, more than 90.00% of the impact force of more than ten tons is borne by the car body itself.And the remaining 5.00% is less than strength, which can no longer surpass the strength of his knuckles after quietly unlocking the gene lock.In the eyes of all the onlookers, it was a black man in a neat suit who was as dignified as a mountain, and with just one finger, he completely stopped the out-of-control truck with a speed of nearly [-] kilometers per hour!

Extreme movement turned into extreme stillness, and the strong contrast made the onlookers feel uncomfortable.People who know martial arts are even more scalp numb at this moment, they forget to breathe, and they can't even suck in the air-conditioning!

—Hmph, so-so.

So he left and went to where he wanted to go.Let a bunch of staring eyes behind him change from disbelief to suspicion of life.

He knew he would be on time for the final the next day.

And he did see the arena he wanted on the second day - the strongest person managed to catch a straight punch from his [-]% pure muscular strength, and then he used half of his penetrating skills a little bit. Cheng Li fell unconscious with one blow.

Weak.

The best player in Texas is just this level.

Joe returned to the martial arts hall in the morning, and in the afternoon, all kinds of strangers he didn't know came to visit with smiling faces and gave them various gifts.The city even gave him this piece of land directly, and the other martial arts gyms on the same street packed up their things and left with their signboards overnight before he could visit them one by one.

"It's because the weak must respect the strong, and that's how the world works."

On the third morning, a well-dressed figure who seemed to be occasionally seen on TV visited Joe's newly decorated and expanding martial arts gym.His attitude was sincere, and his eyes seemed to be shining when he looked at Joe.

"It's not superpowers or nuclear bombs that rule the world. It's the fists of warriors. And now, Mr. Joe, you can finally be classified as a real warrior."

Joe remembered the identity of the person in front of him. It seemed to be a certain senator—but he still couldn't remember the specific name.

No interest either.

"A real warrior?" Joe was only interested in this.

"Yes, real warriors. Use your fists to decide international interest disputes, religious or ethnic conflicts. The winner takes the reward, and the loser submits obediently-this is actually not a news that needs to be kept secret. But in order to ensure the security situation Stability. Usually, the media will not take the initiative to report related matters, so that it is difficult for ordinary people to know.”

"So?" Joe tilted his head.

"If you are interested, come to Los Angeles. Five days later, there will be a big boxing match. It is about the country's recent diplomatic attitude towards Canada. The winner can decide the attitude towards Canada for the next five years, unless Hold the next boxing match corresponding to the proposal in advance. And..." The senator deliberately kept it off, as if trying to arouse Joe's curiosity.

"There is a 'strong man' who will watch this match. Come and try, it will be good for you."

He didn't say who the strong man was.It didn't say how strong this strong man was.

And Joe didn't ask, didn't check.

What is there to check?The so-called real warrior is only at the level that he can fall casually - the strength he uses now is less than one-third of his full strength.

This is the stellar energy exchanged by the Lord God, not just any casual cat or dog that can sneak out to compete on the same stage.

Joe thought about it, but Joe still became a little interested in that game.

Therefore, five days later, he appeared on time in the gigantic arena that was like a spectacle.

And accompanied by the excited voice of the host.

"...The next person to enter the ring is Joe from Texas! He once dominated the Texas boxing match with a destructive posture. No one can survive the second blow under his hands! Let's call him... Bessie Moss!"

Still wearing the clean suit, Joe looked at the opponent in front of him.

"And on the other side is the mighty man from the Great Lakes, 'Bull' Dimm! He can stun three buffaloes with one punch, three heads with one punch!"

'Hey——' Joe slapped the bull into the field with a slap.

"...the bulls are beaten! Let's cheer! Next up is 'Liberty Defender' Hudson who, for God's sake, just punched a prison head-on last month! Because he won't admit he's in jail because Grab the coins from the elementary school students!"

'Kang Dang——' Joe kicked the burly man against the wall.

"...Okay, that's all for the rogue fish battle, and the next one is the real strong opponent. The 'Lancer' Drasel from Mexico. She wiped out the The famous Goril drug lord power!"

'Galla——' The gas layer under the skin blocked the power of the spear, and Joe's slightly serious punch flattened the strong girl into the audience.

"...Unbelievable! Is Behemoth unstoppable? No, Police Officer Jeff Maxson from New York decided to end this farce. This is a real strongman, because he was the champion of the last game!"

Joe received a special treatment, which was to wash his hair with the opening rocket.

But so what, just avoid it.He leaped over rockets with ease, then sprinted through machine gun barrage.

Seven steps away, punch fast.

Within seven steps, the fist is accurate and fast.

He senses the muzzle of the gun and senses the trigger pulled by his opponent.This is far easier than dodging ballistics.

With the first punch, five meters away, the shock of the air flow directly embedded into the machine gun, causing the machine to fall apart on the spot.

With the second punch, two meters away, the opponent's coat and inner skeleton were destroyed at full speed, and the strong wind vortex prevented the loser from moving.

The third punch——

Qiao raised his hand suddenly, and the aura around him showed a substantial defense.Because the New York police officer's left hand suddenly fell off, and from the broken elbow, the muzzle of a large-caliber shotgun protruded!

'boom--! ! ! '

A pile of steel balls stagnated in front of the trembling air layer.And Qiao casually patted the reformed man into the ground.

— Tsk, that's it.

He thought, some joy and some anger.

The joy is because the application of the qi layer is just a brainstorm.Get angry because your opponent is just like that.He doesn't even have any muscles, and he can become a champion just by holding a next-level firearm.Then there is nothing worthy of continued attention in this game.

He suddenly lost interest.I didn't bother to pay attention to the exclamation in the arena and the hoarseness of the host.He just tugged at his wrinkled collar in boredom, and walked towards the way home.

He rejected all the communication, returned to the martial arts hall, and paused for a while before entering the main hall.

All the apprentices (former ones) were not there, and his younger siblings were obediently hiding in the room.

And in the main hall, there was a resolute oriental young man waiting there—Joe remembered him, and Joe had glanced at him at the VIP seats in the Los Angeles arena.But Joe didn't feel how powerful he was.

"What do you want to do?" This is how the Orientals ask.

"Brother Qiao's skill is something I have never heard of, and I have never seen it before." The young man raised his hand and clasped his fist. "I'm here to ask for advice."

Joe tugged at his collar, thinking he might need to take off his tie.But after thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary—even though it was his grandfather's hometown, he was also a martial artist from the captain's hometown.But the 'martial arts' in this world may only be at the level of 'dancing'.

"Bechymos." So he made a gesture casually, and a radiant aura emerged from his body.

"Zhonghua, Lie Yongzhou." The young man took a deep breath. "Come!"

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Arctic, the main god.A second passed.

Su Qingyue blinked, at the end of her field of vision, Qiao, who was still full of ambition a second ago, was tightly wrapped in bandages like a rice dumpling.Lying on the ground, eyes lost.

Looking at the main god in the sky, he looked suspicious of life.

"Uh... Whole body repair?" Miss Su threw her psychic energy storm that had been suppressed for a second into the distance.Then there was lightning and thunder in the distant world.

The beam of light immediately fell down.

A large piece of bandage fell off immediately, and at the cost of a hundred bonus points, Joe gained a healthy body...and a thinking brain.

"Joe, are you okay?" Su Qingyue asked a little worried.Although she somehow found it a little funny.

"Captain..." Joe's voice sounded like a dream. "Tell me, there are really people in this world who can..."

"At once?"

"...Nothing." He shook his head and walked towards his personal space. "It's just... something unexpected."

"Leave me alone for a while, captain... just a little while."

He said that he did not wait for Su Qingyue to speak further.Just like that, he staggered into his personal space.Only Oboro and Su Qingyue on the platform were left looking at each other.

He sat down with his back against the door.

——This kind of thing...how could it be possible to say it.

Put your hands on your knees, deep in thought.Like a three-hundred-pound kid who was beaten into a pig's head.

——I was grabbed by the tie, turned over and over and smashed on the ground dozens of times, even the foundation was cracked or something...

--shameful……

He has some doubts about life.

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Section 110 II o Crimson Flagg

——"We need a code name, an alternate name. This code name is used to protect our bodies and souls in a world with supernatural elements. In this way, we can obtain counterattack methods when dealing with some relatively simple curse tricks."

——"Yes, it's the same as stuffing a voodoo doll into a shrine. As long as you use the god's name as a code name, you can make the curser use it. If the other party is bold...then Dorothy will make good use of it. This trap on the bright side attacks the opponent."

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A few hours later, Tavier Scarlet returned to his original world under the watchful eyes of the re-assembled veterans—of course, there are not only Joe in the Arctic Island team who needs to return home. .The difference from Joe is that she is more cautious and more generous.She doesn't have a group of desperately rescued family members to settle down with.Therefore, she has the leisure to exchange for the bloodline enhancement of the successor, and uses the time of returning home as a gap to familiarize herself with the bloodline level.

50 o'clock a day, the price/performance ratio is actually not high.But if you just get acquainted with its operation method superficially, naturally there is not much so-called so-called.

This is good.

When she opened her eyes, her body was still in the quiet room deep in her manor.And no one will bother her.

This is better.

But this is also a matter of course, after all, it has not been a day or two since the eldest lady of the Scarlet family has been in autism.Since she encountered the assassination with naval guns and only escaped with her body, all her close attendants, playmates, and staff were all killed and injured in the assassination.She often locked herself in the depths of the manor alone, not meeting or communicating with anyone except to take care of her own automaton.

The loss and disposal of living materials are independent and confidential in the family.The automatic machine that took care of her was not authorized by her, so it was naturally impossible to issue a missing warning.As a matter of course, the family is in the midst of the revenge war after the assassination of an important member, busy, and can understand her need to be alone to sort out her mind.Thinking about it, even if you don't show your face for three or four months, it will not cause turmoil in the family.

And now the time is-