Chapter 11 Apprentice Steve
"A gun? I have one too."
As soon as Chen Mo's voice fell, two pistols appeared in his hands in an instant. Before the people on the opposite side had time to respond, Chen Mo fired both pistols, "Bang! Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...
A series of intense gunshots sounded closely and briefly, all the gunmen on Johnny's side clasped their arms and froze in pain, all the guns in their hands fell to the ground.
In just an instant, the situation on the field reversed again.
Putting the pistol with white smoke from the muzzle casually on the coffee table in front of him, Chen Mo glanced at Johnny, who was holding his arms and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"It seems that I have the final say here, what do you think?" Chen Mo asked playfully.
"Yes...Yes!" Johnny felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat. He was obviously a martial arts practitioner, and his marksmanship was so perverted.
Yu Guang glanced at the pistol on the coffee table, and Johnny, who was completely intimidated by Chen Mo, still didn't dare to die.
"Then you can leave without sending it." Chen Mo waved his hand and said.
It seems that Chen Mo didn't expect Chen Mo to let him go so easily. Johnny was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and he quickly greeted his subordinates and left as if to escape.
"The owner of the museum, just let them go?" When they were pointed at by the gun just now, Huang Quan and the others also broke out in a cold sweat, but they didn't flinch. Chen Mo was quite satisfied with their performance.
Chen Mo knew what Huang Quan meant, and worried that they might retaliate again, "It's not the time yet." Chen Mo picked up the coffee that Old Albert just poured and took a sip.
Old Albert was the most calm in the audience except for Chen Mo, except that Johnny took two steps forward to block Chen Mo when he drew his gun, but was stopped by Chen Mo. At other times, he quietly stood behind Chen Mo with a coffee pot. .
Outside the martial arts hall, Steve watched a group of gangsters rush into the martial arts hall. He was worried about the safety of the people inside, and was about to call the police. After a loud fight, the inside returned to calm.
Steve was a little overwhelmed, and a dense and brief gunshot sounded, making Steve's face change, thinking that the gang had shot and killed.
Soon a group of people withdrew in embarrassment and quickly left here. Steve hurriedly ran towards the martial arts hall, and with an uneasy mood, he put his hand on the door that had always been very mysterious in his heart.
The closed door was pushed easily. It seemed that they were in a hurry to leave, and even forgot to close the door of the "criminal scene", and the bad feeling in Steve's heart became stronger.
Uneasy and tangled in his heart, Steve, who imagined various possible scenarios, was stunned at the moment when the door was fully opened. There were no corpses lying on the ground, and there was no blood flowing into the river. The people in the room were surrounded by the sofa intact. Talking about something, when they heard the sound of his door opening, several people turned their heads in unison and looked at him with strange eyes.
Looking at the sporadic blood on the ground at the door, Steve realized that he might have made an oolong. The mafia just now were not in a hurry to leave the crime scene, but were beaten and fled by the people in front of them!
Steve, who wanted to understand, couldn't help blushing under the watchful eyes of Chen Mo and the others, "That, I... just saw... the door was not closed..."
Steve didn't know how to explain it. He broke into other people's homes rashly. He couldn't say that he thought they were all killed. The expression on his face was very exciting for a while.
"Come in." Chen Mo looked at the thin figure at the door. The expression on his face was a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't hide the kindness and integrity in his bones. If others had been hiding long ago, they would never have come. Wander this muddy water.
"You saw the gang come in and heard the gunshots, afraid that something would happen to us?" Chen Mo told Steve the truth.
"Yes...Yes, sir." Steve felt relieved and glanced at Chen Mo gratefully.
"Come and sit.
Eddie, get him a cup. "Chen Mo invited.
Steve didn't go away either, so he had to walk in. At this time, he had the opportunity to take a good look at this mysterious martial arts hall. The independent training room is covered with thick floor mats. There is a small ring in the corner of the hall. The spacious hall is covered with solid wood floors, and the walls are neatly arranged There are several weapon racks on the ground, full of various long and short weapons, most of which Steve has never seen.
Only a set of sofa and coffee table is placed near the window. The layout of the entire martial arts hall is very simple and neat, and it is not as magnificent as Steve imagined.
After dawdling for a long time, Steve sat down in front of Chen Mo. The white-haired old butler poured him a cup of coffee, and then withdrew with a few others to clean up the hall that was messed up by the mafia.
"Chen Mo, a native of China, the owner of this martial arts hall." Chen Mo raised his glass and motioned for Steve to try it too.
"Steve Rogers, from Brooklyn, an ordinary worker." Steve did not feel inferior because of his identity as a worker. He took a deep breath and put down the embarrassment just now. The calm Steve seemed neither humble nor arrogant, After introducing myself, I took a sip of the coffee in front of me, and the whole person relaxed.
This is like the Captain America in memory.
"You're not like an ordinary worker." Chen Mo said with a smile.
"I just don't know how to be afraid." Steve said with some self-deprecation, thinking of his thin body.
"We have an old saying in China, the brave who meet in a narrow road wins." Chen Mo's tone was gentle, like an elder who was persuasive.
"There are many strong people, but very few people really have courage. It is the most important thing for a strong person."
"The people you saw outside just now, do you think they are powerful?" Chen Mo raised his finger and asked outside.
Steve thought back to what the mafia looked like, "They were all strong, and they were huge."
"But they were defeated, and faced people who were stronger than them, without even the courage to resist, and ran away like cowards, so they were all weak. And you, with a brave heart, so in my opinion , you are stronger than them." Chen Beimei really looked at Steve and said.
"But my body..." In fact, Steve didn't want to admit that he was weak, so he fought again and again.
Chen Mo waved his hand, "The body is external, and it can be strengthened through exercise. The important thing is to have the courage to fight in the face of an enemy stronger than yourself. In the face of adversity, you can be fearless of life and death, and never give up!"
Steve's eyes lit up, isn't that what he is talking about, it seems that he is not useless. Steve's inner desire to become stronger couldn't help but get stronger.
"Then, can I learn from you?" summoning up his courage, Steve asked Chen Mo nervously.
Chen Mo nodded affirmatively, "Of course, you are very talented."
"But I don't have money." Steve said a little disappointed.
"I still lack an apprentice here. In addition to learning martial arts, I am also responsible for hygiene and chores. The salary is not much, 50 US dollars per month, what do you think?" Chen Mo did not offer him a high salary all at once, accepting him can be said to be Valuing his talent, giving too much will only make people suspicious.
"Really? Thank you, I will definitely work hard!" Steve said excitedly.
The salary here is much higher than when he used to work in the factory, and he can learn martial arts and become stronger. Steve feels that his life has a new beginning, and he is full of gratitude to Chen Mo, and secretly vows to work and study hard , to live up to Chen Mo's trust.
After Steve left, Chen Mo finished the last sip of coffee in the cup and stood up from the sofa.
"Eddie, I'm going out."