The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 510 Feilong Camp

Duan Lin changed his moves very quickly and bent his left arm to block.

Although he blocked He Ye's fierce punch, the huge force transmitted from He Ye's fist still made him take two or three steps back.

After one move, Duan Lin's left arm felt numb and painful due to the block just now.

He Ye sneered and said: "The posture is not bad, but the strength is not enough after all."

"I see you are courting death!"

Duan Lin roared angrily, unleashed all his strength, and attacked He Ye again.

Straight punches, whips and kicks, stepping to dodge, Duan Lin's every move and every move was full of attack power, with tricky angles, simple but extremely practical, but he just couldn't hit He Ye.

He Ye naturally did not dare to be careless and carefully responded to Duan Lin's every move.

Only then did He Ye realize that Duan Lin was no ordinary bodyguard. He had definitely received professional training, and even some of his attack methods were somewhat similar to the special moves in their army.

Although the two seemed evenly matched, as long as they knew a little bit about fighting, they would know that He Ye always had the advantage.

Ye Feng had an indifferent smile on his face and just watched the two of them fighting together.

I have to say that the fights between people with real skills like this are very entertaining to watch.

No wonder many people like to watch the ring.

In a fight between masters, if you can't win in terms of moves or strength, you can only use up your physical energy.

In just a few minutes, Duan Lin's breathing became thicker and heavier, and the speed of his attacks became slower.

On the other hand, He Ye is better than Duan Lin, and he can still maintain a good state of punching or dodging.

Finally, He Ye seized the opportunity, stretched out and clamped his arms, and locked Duan Lin's side kick. Then, his waist and horse united, he suddenly exerted force, and swept his leg full of power to Duan Lin's. Chest.

Duan Lin instinctively wanted to resist, but his right foot was locked and it was too late.

After the sound of "Bang!", Duan Lin felt as if his chest was hit hard by a giant hammer. He let out a muffled groan and flew straight away, then fell heavily to the ground.

After receiving such a heavy blow, Duan Lin knew that he was no match for He Ye. A cold light flashed in his eyes and he winked at one of the men who were watching.

The subordinate understood and touched his waist with his right hand.

He Ye crawled out from the pile of dead people. How could he not know what Duan Lin was going to do? With a cold arc on his lips, he rushed to the subordinate.

Duan Lin's man just took out the gun from his waist. Before he could raise the muzzle of the gun, he felt like he was getting an electric shock on his wrist, and he could no longer hold the gun in his hand.

When he reacted, the gun was no longer in his hand, and at the same time he felt something hard and cold pressing against his forehead.

The subordinate could not help but tremble, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Taking out a gun in front of me is a joke!" He Ye's heroic temperament suddenly burst out, and he roared: "If anyone dares to pull out a gun again, I will kill him immediately!"

Holding the gun in his hand, the blood in He Zhiyi surged in his veins again. The long-lost and familiar feeling seemed to be back.

Duan Lin, who was lying on the ground, witnessed He Ye's gun-seizing technique with his own eyes. His eyes suddenly opened, and then he said in surprise: "You, are you from Feilong Camp?"

Duan Lin has experienced professional training in the army. The instructor who trained them once taught them how to quickly seize a gun, which was exactly the same as the method He Ye used just now!
Duan Lin knew that the instructor came from the mysterious Feilong Camp.Now that he saw the unique skill of seizing a gun here again, how could Duan Lin not be surprised, and how could he not make him suspect that the guy he was fighting was from the Feilong Camp.

Although Duan Lin knew how to seize a gun like this, he was definitely not as skilled as He Ye, nor as fast as He Ye.

Hearing Duan Lin say the three words "Feilong Camp", He Ye was a little surprised: "How do you know about Feilong Camp?" Duan Lin quickly replied: "The instructor who trained us before was from Feilong Camp. His surname is Xia. My name is Xia Gang."

With that said, Duan Lin quickly ordered his men: "Don't draw your gun!"

He Ye kicked the man in the suit in front of him and threw the pistol back to him.

"I didn't expect you were taught by Xia Gang." He Ye faced Duan Lin with a calm expression.

Hearing this, Duan Lin knew that He Ye knew Xia Gang, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy on his face.

The people Duan Lin admires the most are the people from Feilong Camp. His biggest dream in this life is to join Feilong Camp.

Feilong Camp, as the ace of the Chinese special forces, is very strict in selecting personnel, and only recruits nine people nationwide every year.

Duan Lin signed up for the selection almost every year, but was rejected every year.

It is no exaggeration to say that those who can enter Feilong Camp are the kings of special forces.

Today, Duan Lin lost to the people from Feilong Camp. He was not ashamed at all. He was even a little proud.

Because he stood in front of He Ye for almost 10 minutes before falling to the ground.

When I fought with instructor Xia Gang before, I could only last for 5 minutes at most.

"Excuse me, what is your relationship with instructor Xia Gang?" Duan Lin couldn't help but ask.

Speaking of Xia Gang, an imperceptible sadness flashed through the depths of He Ye's pupils, and he replied deeply: "When I first joined Feilong Camp, Xia Gang was my captain."

Seeing that He Ye's expression didn't seem right, Duan Lin asked carefully: "Is instructor Xia Gang at Feilong Camp now, or has he retired?"

"He...is dead..." He Ye's tone suddenly became calm again, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Duan Lin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

In Feilong Camp, life and death are normal things.

"I am no longer from Feilong Camp. I hope you and your people will not tell anyone about my identity and what happened today." He Ye's expression became serious, with a request in his tone. , also carries a threat.

He Ye knew very well that if the news that he was from Feilong Camp spread, it would definitely bring him a lot of trouble.

Duan Lin nodded quickly and said: "I know, we will definitely keep it secret."

Ye Feng stood up and said calmly: "The outcome has been decided, now it's your turn to fulfill your previous promise."

"What do you want me to do?" Duan Lin gritted his teeth.

Ye Feng waved his hand impatiently: "Where did you come from? Go back to where you came from!"

"Let's go!" Although Duan Lin was not happy, there were people from Feilong Camp here, so he had no choice but to leave.

Soon, more than a dozen people got in the car and left.

Ye Feng looked at He Ye and asked, "How are you feeling now? Is there any problem with your back?"

He Ye said nonchalantly: "It's okay, this little amount of exercise is nothing."

(End of this chapter)