I'm a spy in the film

Two days later, New York, downtown Manhattan, Chinatown, Bao Zhilin.

Today is Sunday. Many old customers who came to Bao Zhilin early for massage could only leave in disappointment after seeing the locked door and the notice "Closed today due to busy matters".

In the backyard, on the renovated martial arts training ground, two figures were moving quickly and fighting fiercely.

The attacker was a tall young woman with long black hair.

She was wearing a white shirt with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing half of her white arms.

It was these seemingly fragile arms that were waving in the air, making a whistling sound, like two long white whips, lashing at a blond young man who was dodging like a violent storm.

Faced with this continuous attack, the young man was not nervous and did not fight back. He dodged most of the woman's attacks with just his feet. Occasionally, when he was unable to dodge, he would just bend his arms to block, appearing quite relaxed.

On the other hand, the woman had been chasing the man and attacking him continuously for nearly ten minutes, from the tentative attacks at the beginning to the all-out attack now. Not only did she fail to test the opponent's strength, but she also exposed her own skills and now she is out of breath.

It was also the opponent's fault for learning a leg technique that was good at moving, so his speed was already fast. Plus, the master was watching him, so he couldn't help but use his signature kung fu. As a result, he couldn't hit anyone and ended up tiring himself out.

Seeing that she could not do anything to the opponent using the Iron Wire Fist taught by her master, the young woman's originally cold face showed a blush due to anger and exercise. She seemed to have made up her mind. She gave a delicate shout, suddenly stopped halfway through her move, took two quick steps forward, stretched out her leg and kicked the young man who was rapidly retreating in the lower abdomen.

"Oh, Ah Ying, why are you using your own weakness to attack others' strengths? Isn't this nonsense?"

An old man with a feminine face and a fat body stood at the door of the backyard, holding his forehead with his hand and sighing.

"Well, because he can't hit anyone with his best moves, he can only use his legs. I told you to practice with your feet and hands, but you didn't listen. And your family members are still standing here to fight with you. If you can fight, you have to be able to walk!"

Next to him was a tall and thin old man, who was Yuan Qiang, the owner of this martial arts school.

The fat old man who had just spoken was none other than Zhao Aling, the Iron Wire Fist master whom Bourne had met once in a tailor shop in Flushing and who was about to become Bourne's second master.

The two people fighting on the field, the man is Bourne, and the woman is a disciple Zhao A Ling accepted in his early years, named Chen Ying, a mixed-race girl, who now works in the New York Police Department and is a glorious NYPD.

"Oops, not good."

Zhao Aling let out a light cry, and the situation on the field changed again.

Chen Ying switched from punches to kicks, and at first she did force Bourne to retreat repeatedly. But before she could even smile, she felt her ankle tighten, and her flying right foot was caught in the hand of the opponent.

Leave you!

Bourne was 1.85 meters tall, while Chen Ying, who was opposite him, was only 1.7 meters tall. Bourne grabbed Chen Ying's ankles and suddenly lifted and pushed upwards. Chen Ying immediately lost his balance and fell backwards.

But after all, Chen Ying had been practicing martial arts since childhood, so her reaction was not slow. This was a competition, not a fight of life and death, so she was not worried that the other party would take the opportunity to attack her.

Therefore, use force on your waist, draw a circle with your legs in the air, and sit down with your legs in a vertical split position to stabilize your center of gravity and stop your body from shaking.

When she raised her head, the future junior fellow student who had made a fool of herself was already standing far away, as if it wasn't him who had grabbed her foot just now.

"hateful!"

Chen Ying's pretty face turned red with anger. She stood up angrily, walked to the fat old man Zhao Aling, grabbed one of his arms and said coquettishly: "Master——"

The voice of the chef with a Sichuan accent was so soft and sticky that everyone present was startled when they heard it. What a clingy little girl.

"Ah Ying, if you call me Master, I'll beat up this loser to help you vent your anger, okay?"

Before the fat old man Zhao Aling could answer, the thin old man Yuan Qiang came over with a smile and joked to Chen Ying.

"Humph, Master Yuan is the best at lying. I don't believe it. Beat him up first and let me see."

Chen Ying's eyes turned and he came up with a bad idea.

At this moment, the tightly closed door in the backyard was suddenly pushed open with a loud "bang", causing the four people to turn their heads and look. They saw a dozen people standing outside the door, and the first person was someone they all knew.

"Lu Guofu!"

Chen Ying was the first to shout, she shouted: "This is a private place, please leave, otherwise I have the right to take you to the police station!"

As she spoke, she reached out her hand to touch her lower back out of habit, but found nothing. Then she remembered that in order to make the fight easier, she had taken off her gun and handcuffs and placed them in the cabinet against the wall.

So she glared at Bourne angrily again, leaving him confused.

Strange, why is she glaring at me? It wasn't me who kicked the door, and I didn't tell you to call your parents if you can't beat them. That's really bad manners! But...

Bourne looked at the uninvited guests opposite him and wondered where Lu Guofu found the Eight-Nation Alliance.

Behind Lu Guofu, apart from two Chinese men, one tall and one short, wearing black Tang suits and obviously his subordinates, the other seven or eight people had different skin colors and ethnic symbols:

The one with a small mustache and only 1.5 meters tall is of course a Japanese soldier. The one wearing training clothes looks like a Korean. The bald, thin, half-dry man with a bitter face seems to be an ascetic from the third brother's side. The one with a big beard has a South American style. The rest are both white and black, but these people have one thing in common, that is, they are tough.

These people are martial artists!

Of course, Bourne could see that, and Master Yuan Qiang and Master Zhao Aling who were present could naturally see as well, that these people came with ill intentions today.

Seeing that these people did not answer, Chen Ying was about to say something, but was pulled behind by Zhao A Ling. He and Yuan Qiang stood side by side in front of Bourne and Chen Ying. Yuan Qiang asked:

"Fuzi, this is our family business, why are you asking outsiders to come and do it?"

"Humph, family affairs? Who says you are family? Old man, your tricks are outdated. I asked you to give up this land, but you refused and you even dared to hurt my people!

Do you think I can't do anything just because you call the police?

Do you think I'm attracted to this shabby place of yours?

Bah, the one who has set his eyes on your land is Mr. Joseph behind me!"

As he said that, Lu Guofu gave up his seat and let the person behind him move out.

The man was wearing a pine-colored suit, had a handsome appearance, and had neatly combed blond hair. Although he was only in his twenties, he acted like a mature gentleman.

He smiled, revealing his white teeth, and corrected him: "No, no, Mr. Lu, you are wrong. This is not a shabby place, but a treasure land. That is why our Jewish business group must get it!"

Although this sentence praised Bao Zhilin, coupled with the unfriendly expressions of the group of accomplices behind him, his naked desire for possession was undoubtedly exposed.