Chapter 10 The Mafia

After the opening of the martial arts hall, no one came to learn martial arts for many days. Chen Mo was not in a hurry. He studied with a few boxers every day. Chen Mo did not have this condition in the past. There are very few people who practice martial arts in modern society. In modern times, it can be called a master of one side, and it is not easy to find one, let alone several to be his sparring partners.

With the enrichment of actual combat experience and the accumulation of fighting skills, Chen Mo's fighting ability has been rapidly improved, and the combat effectiveness has become more and more powerful. Several boxers look at Chen Mo with more and more respect.

According to the characteristics of his own strength and speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, Chen Mo combined various fighting skills, learned from the strengths of other families, and gradually formed his own fighting style, creating a set of fighting techniques that best suits him.

The martial arts of several boxers are mostly good at fighting alone, using the weak to defeat the strong, and their moves are exquisite, but many of them are not suitable for Chen Mo, such as combos, grabs, unloading, and four or two strokes. Moreover, the efficiency of killing the enemy is relatively low. Quickly kill large groups of enemies.

Chen Mo's physical strength is far stronger than that of ordinary people. Many times, he does not need too many skills. It is simple and direct, open and close. Kung fu on the battlefield is actually more suitable for him.

However, Chen Mo still learned a lot from the boxers, such as the attack on the vital parts of the body, the skills of attacking and exerting force, the methods of dodging and moving quickly, and some other skills that are very useful to him at present.

Chen Mo abandoned some complicated and delicate moves, and simplified them into simple ones. The moves were fast and violent, and they attacked the key points directly. With Chen Mo's powerful strength and speed that surpassed ordinary people, it was amazingly powerful.

After his own set of fighting skills were basically mature, Chen Mo also learned some fighting, grappling, and unloading skills that he had temporarily abandoned before.

Although Chen Mo's physical quality is now rare in this world, he basically can't use these skills, but he is not sure that he will meet more powerful opponents in the future, and it is not suitable to just go straight and make a big advance.

Moreover, the continuous learning and discussion with the boxers also allows Chen Mo to calmly deal with those enemies who are good at skills, and will not be defeated by them.

That night, Chen Mo did not continue training after dinner, but returned to the study on the third floor.

Picking up a document on the desk, Chen Mo lowered his head and looked at it. This is the information of Steve Rogers that Chen Mo sent to investigate, including his file, resume, family and friends, recent experience and frequent haunts. Places, etc., are recorded in detail in the data.

Steve Rogers was born on July 4, 1918 in Brooklyn, New York. His father was a soldier in the 107th Infantry Regiment. He died of mustard gas in World War I. His mother was a nurse in the tuberculosis ward. Unfortunately, he was infected and died in 1926.

After his mother died, Rogers moved into an orphanage, where he met his only friend, James Barnes.

When he became an adult, Rogers left the orphanage and became an ordinary worker. He was kind and upright, but his body was thin. He was often bullied. In the face of bullying, Rogers never bowed his head and always fought back bravely, although he was beaten all over his body every time. Injured, but he still insists on himself and never evades retreat.

After closing the document, Chen Mo leaned on the chair, recalled some of the situations mentioned in the document, and compared it with the plot of the movie in his memory.

At this moment, there was a light knock on the door of the study, "Come in, Eddie." There was only old Eddie on the third floor besides himself.

The door was slowly pushed open, and Old Albert walked in with a tray and poured Chen Mo a cup of coffee.

The mellow coffee aroma lingered on the tip of the nose, which made Chen Mo's spirit relaxed. After a light taste, he felt that the aroma was mellow and the taste was smooth and delicate.

"Thank you, Eddie, the coffee is very good." Chen Mo sincerely praised.

"I'm happy to serve you." Old Eddie was very satisfied with Chen Mo's praise, he bowed slightly and left the study.

Chen Mo shook his head helplessly.

Ever since he entered the role of a housekeeper, old Albert has taken out the style of the former aristocrats. He is meticulous in etiquette, making Chen Mo a little unaccustomed to it. At first, he even ironed the newspaper with an iron every morning. Take it to Chen Mo to read it again, and Chen Mo finally stopped after he talked about it.

Steve is now working in a factory in Brooklyn. Several bullies in the factory often bully him, and Steve, who never admits defeat, is often wounded.

The factory is not far from the martial arts gym. Rogers will pass by the entrance of the martial arts gym every morning and evening after get off work. Every time he passes by, he will look up curiously to see this large Chinese martial arts gym.

He didn't know the Chinese characters on the plaque. He heard that this was a place that taught people kung fu, but he didn't have the money to learn it.

This martial arts hall is a very mysterious place in Steve's eyes.

Once he happened to see a thin Asian man being robbed by two strong white men. His body was not strong, but he moved fiercely and quickly. Steve was about to step forward to help, but he hadn't run out of two steps yet. Two big white men had already been knocked to the ground by him.

A few days later, he met this amazing Asian again, and at that time, he was coming out of this martial arts gym.

This added another layer of mystery to this martial arts hall, and Steve couldn't help but be more curious about it.

That night, Steve passed by here again after get off work, but today's martial arts hall seemed a little unusual. A strange atmosphere shrouded here, and Steve couldn't help but slow down.

In the martial arts hall, Chen Mo was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, the old housekeeper Albert was still standing beside him in a straight suit, and the four boxers stood quietly.

"Finally I can't help it anymore, but it's a few days later than I expected." Chen Mo put down his cup and looked through the window into the shadow of the opposite alley, where many malicious eyes were flashing in the dark .

"The owner of the pavilion is from Johnny the Mad Dog, and the two guys who were taught by me last time are also there." Huang Quan, who was lean and lean, said.

"Give them a step, and they can't wait to jump out. It's just a group of idiots blinded by greed. Quan, go open the door." Chen Mo smiled disdainfully.

Having found out that someone was peeping in the dark, Chen Mo took the plan and sent Huang Quan to fight the grass to scare the snake. At the same time, he deliberately performed a good show in front of Steve.

As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, the door of the martial arts hall was slammed heavily. As soon as Huang Quan stepped forward and opened the door, a dozen strong white men filed in with sticks.

A passage was made in the crowd, and a short and sturdy white man wearing a suit and a top hat with a frenzied and arrogant face walked in slowly. It was one of Brooklyn's mafia leaders, Johnny "Mad Dog".

He glanced at the audience and found that there were only a few not-so-strong Asians and an old white man of considerable age. Johnny, who felt that he had taken control of the situation, walked to the sofa and was about to sit down.

"Did I let you sit?" Chen Mo, who had been sitting safely on the sofa from beginning to end, suddenly said.

Johnny's figure was stagnant. As a mafia leader and one of the controllers of Brooklyn's underground order, Johnny, who was used to being arrogant, felt that his dignity was being challenged. Annoyed, Johnny looked fiercely at Chen Mo on the sofa.

"Boy, it seems that I won't teach you a lesson. You don't know who has the final say here! Give it to me!"

"As you wish." Chen Mo waved his hands, and the four Huang Quan met the mafia thugs who rushed up with clubs.

Like a tiger entering a flock, under the swift fists and kicks of the four, there was no one enemy, and the dozen or so thugs all lay on the ground in a moment.

The field suddenly quieted down, only the groans of the thugs in pain, and Johnny's expression was even more unsightly at this time.

"Who do you think has the final say here?" Chen Mo looked into Johnny's eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Haha! Haha! Chinese kung fu is really good! It's a pity that this is the United States! Here, we use it to decide, who! Say it! Forget it!" The expression on Johnny's face suddenly changed, and he laughed and took out a pistol , pointed at Chen Mo and said fiercely.

Among the gang of thugs lying on the ground, a few of them took out their pistols and pointed at Huang Quan and the four, and slowly stood up.

The situation seemed to be in the hands of Johnny again.