Crazy Detective

Zhao Yu had thought that the enemy might have been foreigners, such as Japanese agents or Russian KGB, but he hadn't thought that they would be black.

The man in front of him was a typical black person with thick lips and a wide nose. Zhao Yu didn't understand why black people had come to China and got involved in the treasure hunt.

Shameful people! No matter if you are white or black, since you met me today, you don't get a second chance, Zhao Yu thought.

Zhao Yu threw a punch at him again, making the man's mouth bleed.

However, he was not the only person fighting with Zhao Yu. Just after Zhao Yu hit the man, another man moved toward Zhao Yu. The man attempted to kick Zhao Yu in the calf then fire at him with his submachine gun.

Zhao Yu leaned to his left and dodged the attack. Then, he stuck his foot out to trip the enemy.

As that man fell, another one came over. The new man took out a small Japanese rifle and tried to hit Zhao Yu in the head. Zhao Yu dodged, then fought with him.

This man was extremely fierce. His every move was aimed to take advantage of Zhao Yu's weakness, trying to quickly subdue Zhao Yu.

However, although Zhao Yu hadn't been trained for killing, he was extremely strong now. He ignored this man's attacks repeatedly.

The two of them hit each other with their fists, but only the enemy felt pain. Zhao Yu took the opportunity to strike him heavily against the wooden boxes.

The next moment, another two men rushed toward Zhao Yu. One of them shot Zhao Yu with his submachine gun. Zhao Yu seized the submachine gun, wanting to snatch the gun from the man's hands. The other person attacked Zhao Yu from behind, kicking Zhao Yu in the calf. Because Zhao Yu had been hit there before, the pain made him fall down on one knee.

At that time, the black man, who just had fallen down, swung his arms at Zhao Yu and hit Zhao Yu on the back of the neck with his elbow.

Zhao Yu could tell from this that this man must have been professionally trained. That type of strike could knock a person down immediately. At that moment, the black man used his full strength in an attempt to kill Zhao Yu.

The man's movements were extremely precise. Zhao Yu couldn't dodge his fists at all. At a critical moment, Zhao Yu leaned to the side a bit. The black man missed Zhao Yu's neck and hit his shoulder instead. Zhao Yu felt great pain coming from his shoulder. His back was numb and burning. His head was shaking violently, and his vision became blurred.

However, he did not pass out. He told himself that it was going to be hard, but he must grit his teeth and get on with it.

The black man was startled and tried to attack Zhao Yu a second time.

Just then, Zhao Yu roared and suddenly jumped up. He grasped one of the attackers' submachine guns, then used his shoulder to hit the man hard.

Then, Zhao Yu turned quickly toward the black man who was about to attack him. He pulled the trigger and shot rubber bullets at the black man's face. One bullet hit him in the eye.

The black man immediately howled miserably. He knelt on the ground, covered his eyes, and shouted. He died in pain.

Zhao Yu didn't stop. He quickly turned his gun toward another enemy and fired two shots. This enemy responded quickly. He successfully dodged the bullets, then picked up a submachine gun from the ground and shot at Zhao Yu.

Rubber bullets couldn't hit Zhao Yu at all. He didn't shoot back at the man. Instead, he turned his wrist and used the gun as a club, hitting the man on the chin as if he was playing golf.

The man screamed. His helmet came off and he fell to the ground. There was iron ingot scattered all over the ground and falling on those iron ingots caused him severe pain.

The man's face was covered with blood. While the man was howling, Zhao Yu saw that although he also had dark skin, he was not solely black. He had a Southeast Asian face.

What the f*ck! Are you an international coalition? An international treasure hunt army? Zhao Yu wondered.

At that time, the attacker who had just been robbed of his gun rushed back over and began fighting with Zhao Yu again. He was not weak. He kicked Zhao Yu hard during the confrontation.

However, Zhao Yu had no time to deal with him at the moment. Zhao Yu ignored him, turned around, and punched the man on the ground in the head.

The man had been covering his eyes and howling constantly. After Zhao Yu's blow, he fell on his back and stopped moving.

Another man shouted when he saw this and rushed to fight with Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu suddenly thought of the martial arts tricks Miao Ying had taught him before.

When the man ran to Zhao Yu's front, he used a judo trick and threw him to the ground.

The man spat blood on the ground, then suddenly he grabbed a piece of iron ingot and threw it at Zhao Yu's face.

Zhao Yu saw it coming. He grabbed the iron ingot before it could reach his face.

Taking advantage of the distraction, the man stood up quickly from the ground, then jumped at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu dashed forward and grabbed the man with both arms.

Before the man realized what was happening, Zhao Yu kept running forward with him in his arms. Then Zhao Yu hurled the man forward with all of his strength. The man rolled in the air several times like a top and fell heavily on the anti-aircraft cannon in the distance.

The man hit the cannon with his back and broke his spine. After falling to the ground, his head struck several iron ingots. One of the ingots hit the middle of his forehead between his eyebrows. Even though he was wearing a helmet, the iron ingot penetrated the helmet and blood spurted from the wound.

The Southeast Asian man had recovered a little by that time. He got up and picked up the real gun that had been left on the ground.

"Hum." Zhao Yu snorted coldly. He waited for the man to point the gun at him. Angrily, he then said, "I'm going to show you what I am really good at."

With that, Zhao Yu took a long breath and recalled the tricks Miao Ying had taught him.

Bang.

The man fired.

The Southeast Asian look man thought that this shot had solved the problem, so he stood there without moving.

However, the bullet seemed to disappear immediately after the man fired. Zhao Yu rushed to him and hit him in the chest like a thunderbolt.

Ah...

The man was immediately launched over a distance of several meters and slammed into the high stack of wooden boxes in the distance.

The wooden boxes smashed down and swallowed the man in an instant.

After finishing with him, Zhao Yu suddenly felt unbearable pain. His skin was burning and his bones seemed to have broken apart.

He knelt down on one knee and took a break, but suddenly thought of Cui Lizhu. "No! Where's Cui Lizhu? She needs me."