People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

The assassin carefully adjusted the focus; through the binoculars, he could clearly see the appearance of the Eastern man.

Unfortunately, all we saw was their backs.

He could only wait patiently until the man turned around.

But the direction he chose was a bit wrong. Over there was a newly set up temporary shooting range, and the Eastern man was sometimes looking to the side and sometimes facing the target.

They never looked back.

This made it a little difficult for him to see clearly. The photos the client provided on his phone were a bit far away, and the estimated height of the target was around 1.75 meters, according to the information.

But the Asian man the assassin saw at the shooting range was at least 1.83 meters tall.

It doesn't seem to align with the goal.

But it's quite far away, and even the best telescope might not be able to see that accurately.

It's possible that the estimation was incorrect.

So the most important thing is to wait for the target to turn around. Every assassin has special observation training. As long as the target turns around, he can compare the person to the one in the photo to see if that person is the target in his photo.

But he waited for more than ten minutes, his target being either his profile or the direction of the target while playing with his shotgun.

Drones should not be flown lightly when it is uncertain whether the target is being pursued, as this could easily alert the enemy.

Even though the drone he was using was considered silent in the industry, it still made some noise.

However, the most important thing for an assassin is to be patient; he simply couldn't believe that his target would never turn around.

Anyway, the client said we just need to take him out before the Colombian gang arrives.

……

Meanwhile, in downtown Los Angeles, Lin Zhiyong drove at breakneck speed straight into Chinatown without alerting any police officers.

Deng Chun, the chief of the Fuqing Gang under the name of Seventh Master of the White Paper Fan, didn't seem like a gang leader with a hundred or so elite henchmen at all. He poured him a cup of tea in a very friendly manner.

"Yongzai, don't rush, have a cup of tea first!"

Seeing Lin Zhiyong gulp down the cup of tea, Deng Chuncai's eyes lit up as he asked, "Yongzai, I remember you're 24 this year!"

When I saw you a few months ago, you weren't this tall, were you?

He looked less than 1.8 meters tall, but now he should be 1.9 meters tall. He has grown about 10 centimeters in such a short time!

Is it possible to grow taller after 23?

That makes me a little curious!

Of course, people can't grow taller after 23. Lin Zhiyong gave his reason without even thinking: "I found a master and learned a set of Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover techniques!"

Then his body redeveloped, and he became taller and stronger.

"ha!"

Having spent over a decade or two fighting and brawling in the martial arts world, Deng Chun is no young man; he's long past the age of being a martial arts enthusiast.

"Yongzai, don't try to fool me!"

There are many martial arts schools in Chinatown, and even more martial arts masters!

There are quite a few boxers in the United States who have been judged by American courts to be deadly weapons, which is better than in China, but ultimately not much better.

Stagnation leads only to being left behind by the times.

Forty years ago, I dared to say that, at the same level, Chinese boxers in Chinatown were not necessarily worse than boxers.

But 40 years have passed, and while boxing has continued to improve, our martial arts have remained stagnant, or even regressed.

It can't compare to boxing, jiu-jitsu, or mixed martial arts anymore!

What is combat sports? It is the skillful use of technique and strength.

As for the so-called "Golden Bell Cover" and "Iron Shirt," they are nothing more than some ability to withstand blows.

The pain receptors have been hammered and numbed!

Then the reaction is trained, using the tightening response of local muscles to resist the impact.

This is training to improve resilience.

It's scientific!

But if you're talking about invulnerability to swords and spears with an iron shield or shield, that's from martial arts novels.

Deng Chun spoke earnestly, his Mandarin slurred with a strong Fujian accent. Although they were both from Fujian, their hometown dialects were different.

Therefore, we can only communicate in Mandarin!

As for why he spoke to Lin Zhiyong so earnestly, it's because Lin Zhiyong is his benefactor!

That's not right either!

It was because Lin Ziyong's eight laundromats could clean his laundry for one or two hundred thousand US dollars every month.

This is under very cautious circumstances. If we were to be a bit bolder, these eight laundromats could potentially clean $300,000 to $400,000 worth of laundry for him each month.

But doing so carries a great risk!

"Just focus on running your laundry shop well, and call me if you have any problems."

Alternatively, guns may be kept in the car and in the room.

Don't believe in any superstitious claims about invulnerability shields or iron shirts; they're useless!

Instead of wasting this time, we might as well open more branches!

Help me, the reward will be greater!

When Lin Zhiyong first came to America, he inherited his uncle's estate, and then he was targeted by someone.

He was a newcomer who inherited a huge fortune; to all sorts of people in Los Angeles, he was like carrying gold through the city.

It was the Fuqing gang; Deng Chun got in touch with them.

As long as Lin Zhiyong helps him launder a certain amount of money each month, he can receive dividends and also gain the protection of the Fuqing Gang.

Moreover, the risk is not high. There are specialists to teach Lin Zhiyong how to do it. With 8 laundries, the safe share each month is less than 20 US dollars.

They've been working together very well all these years!

However, this was limited to money laundering; Lin Zhiyong was not involved in any gang activities of the Los Angeles Fuqing Gang.

But he came today.

I want to take some things from the Fuqing gang.

He knew, of course, that he had grown so much taller, bigger, and stronger in just a month or two, and there had to be a reasonable explanation for it.

Whether it's someone who knows you or someone else.

I can't exactly tell the truth that I've become a Yellow Turban Warrior!

Therefore, the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover techniques in martial arts novels, which are hard skills that can change the body, provide a good explanation.

Do you have a knife?

Seeing is believing, Lin Zhiyong decided to show this Fuqing gang leader what real Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield really are!

Anyway, his armor still provides defensive capabilities even when it's concealed.

Let's open your eyes today!

Most importantly, he now has the mentality of a fisherman, thinking that if he finally catches a 15 or 20-pound carp, can he just carry it home and eat it right away?

That's impossible!

If a fisherman catches a fish weighing over 10 pounds, he can get lost at the entrance of his neighborhood for at least three hours.

Returning home in wealth and honor is like wearing brocade at night.

Now that he has such amazing abilities, if he doesn't show them off, he'll develop inner demons.

But who do you usually show off to?

With those homeless people?

I don't feel a sense of accomplishment!

Showing off to Chen Ping'an?

He gave me this fine robe, so what's there to show off?

The Fuqing gang, a partner who had once aggressively intervened in his business, was the kind of person he could show off to.

So he reached out and asked the Fuqing gang leader in front of him for a knife.

Deng Chun was taken aback: "Are you serious?"

Lin Zhiyong glanced at him and said, "So, Brother Deng, do you think I'm crazy?"

Or is it just delusions?

"I just have one question: besides the explanation of practicing the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt techniques, how else can you explain why I suddenly became so tall and strong?"

Deng Chun thought it made sense, so he called out, and someone brought in a knife and handed it to him.

He pushed the knife forward, in front of Lin Zhiyong. Lin Zhiyong didn't hesitate or say anything; he picked up the knife and stabbed it into his left palm.

With a "crack," the knife broke into several pieces, scattering fragments all over the ground.

This shows how much force Lin Zhiyong used when he stabbed his own palm.

It also shows how hard the hand that could have picked up a basketball with one palm is now.

With a sudden "whoosh," Deng Chun stood up abruptly, his face filled with horror!

"Ah Yong, are you serious?"

Only then did Lin Zhiyong's face finally reveal a smug look, and he stretched out his right hand towards Deng Chun: "A pistol!"

Hiss... What does this mean? What does Lin Zhiyong mean? Does he mean that this Iron Shirt Golden Bell Shield can even defend against a pistol?

This does not conform to the physical principles of carbon-based life!

Although he was surprised and uncertain, Deng Chun saw that Lin Zhiyong's hand had not been withdrawn and that he was looking at him with a mocking expression.

Good, good, good!

Deng Chun's temper flared up too. Since you're going to play this big game, then Brother Chun will go crazy with you!

So he took a Glock from the drawer, slammed it on the table, and pushed it toward Lin Zhiyong.

Lin Zhiyong didn't waste any words. He released the safety, cocked the gun, and pulled the trigger on his forearm.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the henchmen of the Fuqing Gang rushed in, only to be chased out by Deng Chun, who had been staring in disbelief.

Holy crap! That's amazing!

Invulnerable to swords and spears! It turns out there really are iron shirts and golden bells in this world!

Deng Chun grabbed Lin Zhiyong's hands: "Brother Yong, where is our master?"

"I can learn this Golden Bell and Iron Shirt technique too!"

Who wouldn't want to learn how to make something truly invulnerable to swords and spears?

Being a gang leader on the streets may seem impressive, but how many of them can truly retire peacefully from the underworld?

A wanderer in the martial world, an old man in the martial world—it's all a dream!

In reality, those who live and die in the martial arts world are destined to perish.

Therefore, most real gangsters do not want their children to join gangs.

Now, an opportunity has presented itself: the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield, a form of hard qigong that makes one invulnerable to swords and spears.

Who wouldn't be excited?

"My master has returned to China!"

Just kidding, even if Lin Zhiyong had the Golden Bell Iron Shirt technique, he wouldn't pass it on to him!

Do you really think you've been laundering money for others all these years willingly?

It's not that circumstances are stronger than people; in fact, among those who plotted against me back then, who dares to say that the Fuqing gang wasn't involved?

They don't even know how their uncle died!

Today, besides buying some things, he also had another idea: to demonstrate his martial prowess and make the Fuqing Gang back down.

Money laundering is never a legitimate business, and once it's exposed, it's a serious crime!

Whether he'll ever be able to get out of here again is uncertain.

If he reaches an agreement with the Fuqing gang to cut off their money laundering channels, he can close the laundry shop and then start doing something else.

If they try to cover up their mistakes later, they won't be able to find themselves anymore!

Deng Chun understood this as well.

But he was really greedy. He was invulnerable to swords and spears. Who wouldn't be greedy?

"So what did you want to say to me today?"

"I want to get a few guns!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Zhiyong stated his needs.

That's right, he's here to get guns!

Deng Chun immediately understood that the gun Lin Zhiyong wanted to get was not a hunting rifle or a semi-automatic rifle.

It is a true fully automatic assault rifle.

Because Lin Zhiyong has a gun license, he can buy handguns and semi-automatic rifles at gun shops.

Moreover, he has already bought them. According to their intelligence, Lin Zhiyong now has five semi-automatic rifles and seven or eight pistols.

If he wants a compliant gun, he can buy it from a gun shop, but the one he finds that he wants to buy is not compliant.

It's definitely a fully automatic assault rifle.

How much do you want?

Deng Chun was also very decisive.

"Five or six will do, with large magazines, not the ten-round kind!"

Lin Zhiyong thought for a moment and then stated his needs.

Deng Chun nodded: "Type 56 assault rifle, I suppose!"

I'll provide you with three 30-round magazines for each gun.

Should I deliver it to your destination, or load it onto the truck and take it away now?

Lin Zhiyong thought for a moment and realized that installing it in his own car was indeed quite risky: "I'll send you my location, and you can deliver it to this location in a bit."

It used to be a small mining town, now renamed Ping'an Town.

In Ping'an Town.

The assassin finally got his chance, and Chen Ping'an seemed to sense it and turned to look in his direction.

Finally, the assassin, who was holding a telescope and whose eyes were almost blurry from looking, confirmed that the Eastern man was indeed the target he was looking for: Father Chen Ping'an.

As Chen Ping'an turned around, he also saw a faint red glow on the hillside.

Red name?

The Colombian gang couldn't even wait until dark; they attacked in broad daylight.

"Everyone, retreat to the tavern immediately!"

Chen Ping'an quickly shouted, ordering the thirty-odd people who were familiarizing themselves with the guns to return to the building.

He didn't know that the assassin now had a drone, and that the drone was used for bombing.

If everyone is pushed back inside the building, one or two bombs could wipe them all out.

Just like on the Russia-Ukraine battlefield!

That's right!

This assassin is trendy; in the past, he used to kill people by aiming at them from a distance with a high-precision sniper rifle and hitting them with a single shot.

Now?

Since witnessing the footage of drones dominating the battlefield during the Russia-Ukraine conflict, this assassin has updated his methods for carrying out missions.

For example, right now.

He could easily fly a drone 3 kilometers away to the target and drop the two grenades it carries.

It's a specially made, high-powered grenade.

Chen Ping'an had inadvertently activated his scouting eye when he turned around, and upon seeing the red color in the distance, he quickly ordered his men to evacuate. The scouting eye remained open.

Upon seeing that red spot, a wisp of red light actually flew into the sky and headed towards them.

His eyesight had improved; he could spot squirrels fighting from a kilometer away. So when the red light drew closer, he realized it was a drone.

If it were just a drone, that wouldn't matter.

Most importantly, there were actually two hand grenades hanging under the drone.

Wodefa!

Do you really think I don't go online and haven't seen those drone bombings on the Russian-Ukrainian front?

But is that right?

An American gang actually used drones to bomb itself?

They used battlefield tactics against an unarmed Easterner like themselves.

This doesn't make sense!