Ten steps to kill a man, a thousand miles unstoppable. When the matter was done, he brushed his clothes and left, hiding his identity and name.
Li Bai's poem, "The Way of the Gallant," was originally written about those hermit swordsmen who were chivalrous and liked to fight for the sake of the people. Later, the assassin organization felt that these words were too cool and domineering. Moreover, the phrase "brushing one's robe and hiding one's body and name when one is done" was clearly used to describe the profession they were engaged in.
Therefore, the assassins, dressed in a special black professional suit, deliberately chose to recite a few lines of Tang or Song poems before they went out to kill on a dark and windy night. It did give people a feeling that the overall quality of the assassin industry had improved a lot.
Later on, with the development of internet technology and genetic technology, only a strand of hair or a single cell was needed to search through the global database. This included the number of times you peed on your bed when you were a child, and whether you peeked at your neighbor's little sister while she was bathing. At this time, 'when things are done, I will brush my clothes and go into hiding' had become empty words, a beautiful wish.
In the information age, most assassins had a record. Only an extremely small number of top-notch or extremely secretive experts would not have their information known by the outside world. Even the most powerful spies and intelligence organizations in the United States found it difficult to peek at their true colors.
The Monsters were a famous assassin group in the world of assassins.
The girl was called Little Goblin, and the boy was called Old Monster. The two of them were lovers. Whether it was killing one person or a group of people, the two of them would appear at the same time. Meng would never leave Jiao, Jiao would never leave Meng, and they would never separate. Therefore, when they were hired, it was equivalent to hiring two top-notch assassins at the same time.
Moreover, the two of them had been working together for many years and had a tacit understanding of each other. They would often come up with strange moves. Even if they encountered opponents who were stronger than them, they could still turn defeat into victory. There were almost no defeats.
This was the first time Fang Yan had come into contact with them, and it was also the first time he had heard of the famous monsters.
However, if an expert didn't make a move, one would know whether or not he was an expert.
The two of them stood in tacit agreement, with the woman in front and the man behind. The petite woman stood on the left side of the tall man. She was able to maintain the advantage of being the first to attack, but not block the smooth acceleration of the man behind her.
If that was all, it would be hard for Fang Yan to pay attention to him. Their positions actually coincided with the Taiji's "Wind Power" acupoint. Only when the wind blows can the water rise. Wind brings forth water, I mean Tai Chi. I am the Tai Chi.
Could he be a Taiji disciple? Fang Yan thought to himself.
"Kill!" The Old Monster shouted. Although he was standing in the back row, he held the important position of the group's spokesperson. If he said kill, they would kill. If he said run, they would run.
Of course, the former was more common, and the latter had yet to appear.
"Are you going to make a move now?" Fang Yan waved his hand to stop them. "That's not what they show on TV."
The monster duo looked at each other. The Little Goblin asked in a sharp voice, "Do you have any last words? Say it all at once. Although I can't promise that I'll help you get the message out. "
"In the movies and TV shows, before killing someone, the bad guys will sneer three times and say, 'I want you to die knowing'. Then, he explained clearly why he wanted to kill and who sent him to kill. He explained everything clearly … I'm going to die soon. You can't let me die unjustly, right? Tell me, why do you want to kill me? Who sent you to kill me? " Fang Yan felt that it was a waste to 'die' like this. He couldn't be a muddle-headed ghost. He had to be a clear-headed ghost.
"…"
The Little Goblin and the Old Monster felt like vomiting blood. You're going to die soon. Who has the patience to talk nonsense with you? Do you think this is a movie?
The opportunity to kill was fleeting. For them, a dead person was the safest. Only a dead person could keep his mouth shut.
"You don't say it because you don't dare to." Fang Yan sneered. "What? You're not confident that you can kill me today? You're worried that I'll leave here alive to take revenge on the mastermind? That's right. That's my plan. Next time, don't say things like 'this day next year will be your death anniversary'. I've read so many novels. Anyone who said that was killed by the person they wanted to kill. "
The Old Monster was furious. He roared, "Fang Yan, you dare to bully me … Kill."
Before the word 'kill' left his mouth, the Little Goblin had already rushed out.
This was tacit understanding.
People often used the inelegant phrase 'I know you're going to shit before you even lift your butt' to describe the tacit understanding between two people. For the Little Goblin and the Old Monster, they could indeed achieve this kind of close cooperation.
The Little Goblin was short and her body was wrapped in a black suit. If it wasn't for the bright moon in the sky, it was almost impossible to catch her movement.
Even with the moonlight and starlight, it was still not daytime. She was good at taking advantage of the blind spots of the eyes. Her eyes could not catch up with the speed of her movements.
Her figure flashed twice and she had already rushed to the side of Fang Yan.
Only then did she reveal the thin blade hidden on the back of her wrist.
The cold and sharp blade went straight for Fang Yan's neck.
Whoosh …
Almost silently, the blade cut at a tricky angle towards the main artery of Fang Yan's neck, which was particularly eye-catching in the eyes of the Little Goblin.
At the same time, the Old Monster also moved.
His toes touched the ground and his body had already jumped high with the help of the rebound force.
He threw a punch, straight at Fang Yan's face with the force of thunder.
One attacked from the front, the other attacked from the side.
One was soft and strange, the other heavy and invincible.
Two kinds of strength and two styles attacked at the same time. If one was a little careless, one would be seriously injured, or even both would die under the heavy punches and sharp blades.
Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water!
This was the name given by the Old Monster and the Little Goblin to their first coordinated attack. This was the appetizer of their fight with others, a set of soft and sweet killing moves that could easily reap lives.
Wolves in front and tigers behind, taking a walk in the mountains.
Fang Yan naturally spread his feet, the tip of his left foot quickly drew a circle in front of his body. His body was relaxed like a sauna, his hands in front and back, his posture was weird like a drunkard.
The blade arrived first. Fang Yan's wrist turned, and his soft arm stuck to the Little Goblin's wrist. The Little Goblin used strength, and Fang Yan used strength. The Little Goblin used strength again, and Fang Yan used strength again. The more strength the Little Goblin used, the more she found that the blade was not under her control.
Whoosh!
Blood splattered!
However, it was not Fang Yan's body that was hurt.
Although the blade was still pinched between the Little Goblin's hands, Fang Yan had "controlled" her hands. Her blade made a long cut on her cheek, which was wrapped in black cloth.
The black cloth split, and dark red blood flowed out crazily.
The Little Goblin covered the wound on her cheek, and took three steps back, as if she had seen a ghost.
Strong control!
Her opponent had actually clearly guessed the development of each of her moves and moves, and had defeated her with techniques that were even more exquisite than hers.
Who was he?
The wind from the fist arrived.
Fang Yan straightened her wrist, and her palm pushed out with an all-encompassing force.
Boom!
Fang Yan's palm blocked the Old Monster's fist. One was as hard as iron, and the other was as soft as cotton. One was as iron in fire, and the other was as ice in water. Ice and fire were incompatible, and there was a crackling sound.
This was a real move, and also a fake move. The real move was because of the fierce strength of the two's fists. The fake move was because they were only using this move to measure the opponent's strength, and the killing intent was not obvious enough.
The Old Monster's fist was still pressed against Fang Yan's palm, but his fist had turned into a claw, and his wrist moved quickly, and the Lucky Grappling Hand directly grabbed the pulse of Fang Yan's wrist.
As long as he grabbed it, Fang Yan's body would immediately lose the ability to move. The Little Goblin was waiting on the side, ready to attack at any time, and Fang Yan would definitely die.
Fang Yan couldn't help but smile.
"I'm also good at this move," Fang Yan said.
The Lucky Grappling Hand was one of the three major grappling techniques of Tai Chi. The Fang family's Tai Chi used the Lucky Grappling Hand. When he was very young, he began to practice turning hands with the Old Drunkard, and they made a bet that whoever won would win a dollar from the other party. In the beginning, Fang Yan's pocket money was all won by the Old Drunkard. Later, as he grew older and became more and more proficient in this move, the two of them became evenly matched, and the winning and losing ratio was fifty-fifty.
When the Heart of Tai Chi appeared, he could move his heart at will, and his palms were connected. When he turned hands with the Old Drunkard again, he won more than he lost. Of course, at that time, the Old Drunkard was no longer in his peak state, and he was no longer in the mood to turn hands with him.
Thus, on this night with the bright moon in the sky, on this dangerous mountain peak, a dazzling scene appeared.
The Old Monster's claws desperately tried to grab Fang Yan's wrist, while Fang Yan's right hand turned into a claw to grab the Old Monster's wrist while avoiding the Old Monster's grasp.
Their hands seemed to be glued together by rubber honey, and it was difficult to separate them. They flew up and down as fast as lightning.
Whoosh!
The Old Monster was still a beat too slow, and Fang Yan's thumb suddenly pressed on the Mingmen acupoint on his wrist.
The Old Monster's body went numb, and he lost the ability to move.
The Little Goblin was anxious, and he attacked again with his knife.
Fang Yan grabbed the Old Monster's wrist with one hand, and pushed his body toward the Little Goblin's knife.
Hiss!
The Little Goblin couldn't retract his knife in time, and the knife cut a long wound on the Old Monster's back.
Dong, dong, dong …
The Little Goblin took three steps back, and he didn't dare to attack again.
"Who the hell are you?" The Little Goblin shouted. Her voice was originally sharp, as if she was arguing with someone while pinching her throat.
With the hostage in hand, the world is mine.
Fang Yan grabbed the Old Monster's wrist, and said with a smile, "You learned some Tai Chi Kung Fu, and now you want to be an assassin … Are you going to kill me? Do you have the ability to kill me? "
"…"
Fang Yan knew that the Little Goblin and the Old Monster wouldn't answer his difficult questions, so he said, "Now let's play a quick game. I ask a question, and you immediately tell me the answer, or else …"
Fang Yan thought for a moment, and said, "I'll break one of his fingers."
"First question, where did you learn Tai Chi?"
Crack!
As soon as Fang Yan finished speaking, the sound of a finger breaking was heard.
The Little Goblin was angry, and the Old Monster was about to cry.
They didn't even have time to answer. How could he break someone's finger?
"Sorry, I was too nervous," Fang Yan apologized awkwardly, and said with embarrassment.
"…"
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