Chapter 1246 When Will It Be Our Turn to Show Off?

"Hiss!"

The representatives of the seven countries all took a breath of cold air, and looked at Zhong Mo with a little more fear.

They have all seen the world, and no matter what troubles they encounter, they can easily handle them. Why are they so tightly controlled by Zhong Mo, a young man?

You actually let us swim back to our country!

How can this be possible?

There is so much sea water, can we drink it all?

Aren't you afraid that we will die of fullness?

The representatives of the seven countries looked at each other for a few times, and finally decided to send 20 members from each country to launch a suicidal attack on Zhong Mo. Even if they can't hold on for two minutes, it is worth it to bring him some spiritual damage.

After all, it is better to die than to die!

Compared with the first choice, what are the other three choices?

We don't want face?

Soon, everyone retreated to the audience seats on both sides, leaving the venue to Zhong Mo and the 140 members of the seven countries.

"I declare that the game begins now!"

Accompanied by the referee's order, 140 members quickly surrounded Zhong Mo from four directions, then opened their mouths and spit at him.

"Bah!" "Bah!" "Bah!"

...

Dozens of people on Lin Meng'e's side: "..."

Is this what you call spiritual injury?

It's too shameless, isn't it?

This is a serious friendly match between the police, how can you turn it into a contest between hooligans?

You have made the police lose face!

The representatives of the seven countries all showed a smug smile on their faces, their chins slightly raised, and almost broke their necks.

What's the point of having face?

As long as Zhong Mo can be disgusted, any means are fine!

How can Zhong Mo counterattack under such an attack?

Two minutes?

As long as the saliva keeps flowing, they can hold on for two hours!

But just when they thought that this indiscriminate attack could disgust Zhong Mo, they suddenly found that Zhong Mo's figure flashed and rushed to a member of the South Vietnam. Before the other party could react, he was carried on his back, and then bent his knees and squatted on the ground, looking like a bird's nest!

In an instant, countless saliva sprayed on the face, body, arms, legs of this member of the South Vietnam, and even a few drops splashed into his mouth, making his eyes wide open, with despair and frustration flashing in his eyes. He closed his mouth tightly and felt that the whole person was not good.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What happened just now?

Obviously everyone united to attack Zhong Mo, why did I become the one who was injured?

Suddenly, Zhong Mo stood up suddenly, and swung his arms violently. The body of this member of the South Vietnam was like a cannonball that was shot out, and hit the members on the left hard.

Accompanied by screams, more than 30 people were knocked to the ground immediately. They felt like they were crushed by a steamroller. There was no part of their body that was not in extreme pain. They couldn't even move slightly.

Zhong Mo's move worked, but he didn't stop. Instead, he rushed to another member, quickly stretched out his left hand, grabbed the other person's collar, grabbed the other person's abdomen with his right hand, and threw him in another direction.

"Bang!"

Another 20 or 30 people were knocked to the ground in the manner of a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, followed by another round of screams.

Can't hide!

Can't hide at all!

The remaining members looked at Zhong Mo's attack speed, and such a thought kept emerging in their minds!

Zhong Mo was as fast as a ghost, and didn't give you time to react at all.

The representatives of the seven countries watched Zhong Mo unilaterally "slaughter" the members on their side again, their faces turned pale, there was only despair in their eyes, and their bodies were shaking constantly.

This Zhong Mo is absolutely invincible in close combat. Not to mention 140 people, even thousands of people are not his opponents at all. As for the little tricks he just thought of, in Zhong Mo's eyes, it is simply a joke!

In less than two minutes, Zhong Mo had hit more than 100 people with "human bombs". Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining more than 30 people knelt in front of Zhong Mo and kowtowed to him repeatedly, saying: "Zhong Shen, we really admit defeat. We are really not your opponents. You can do whatever you want. We will never resist!"

After they said this, they immediately lay on the ground, posing as if they were ready to be picked.

Zhong Mo couldn't help rolling his eyes when he saw them like this.

Do you think you are beauties?

You actually pose so coquettishly!

But everyone looks like a black monkey. Who would be interested in your body?

But people have already done this. If I do it again, isn't it a bit too much?

He could only raise his head, look at Lin Shenglin and the representatives of the seven countries, and asked: "How do you think this game should be decided? It's not that I don't want to continue the game, but they are in such a difficult situation now. How about I tear off one of their legs and make soup for you? It's definitely a great tonic!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but roll their eyes and almost vomited out of nausea.

Tear off their legs and make soup?

Only Zhong Mo could say such a thing.

How dare representatives from seven countries allow the competition to continue? Didn't you see the members who were knocked down? The injuries were all serious. If the remaining people were also seriously injured, wouldn't they have to pay another high medical bill?

Anyway, it’s just a formality, that’s pretty much it!

"

We gave in! "

Representatives from the seven countries nodded.

"In this case, the winner of the first match, close combat, is the Xiangjiang police!"

Lin Shenglin shouted with radiant face and high morale.

Although he knew yesterday that Zhong Mo would give him a good start, now that Zhong Mo had given him a good start, he was still so happy that he almost started dancing.

The items for the second competition were drawn by representatives of South Vietnam.

The result was a fifty-meter pistol shot!

This result made the representatives of the seven countries' eyes light up, and they all turned their attention to Zhong Mo.

You are so good at close combat, is it impossible that you are also so good at shooting?

This time it is finally our turn to feel proud and show off our talents.

"Hey, you think the representative of South Vietnam is too interesting, right?"

Zhong Mo had already sat back in the audience seat and smiled at Lin Meng'e and others on the side, "The one drawn turned out to be my best competition. I really want to thank him. Do you want to treat him to dinner tonight?" Woolen cloth?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene fell into deathly silence.

What?

Are you good at pistol shooting?

Isn't it?

If you are good at this, then when will it be our turn to show off?