Soccer Super Marksman

Brazil, a manor 13 kilometers north of Rio de Janeiro.

This manor covers a very large area, with many villas inside, and is heavily guarded. Not only are there many armed men standing guard, but there is also a strict security system, and cameras can be seen everywhere.

In a luxurious villa in the center of the manor, there were constant angry roars and the sound of breaking things!

"Damn bastard! How could this group of pigs in Botafogo lose to Sao Paulo! Made, I bet so much money on Botafogo, and I lost it all!"

A short, strong man with a ferocious look screamed ferociously, and smashed the cup he had just taken a sip of coffee to the ground again.

In front of the man, two men with pistols in their waists stood there solemnly, and kneeling in front of them was a middle-aged man covered in blood and full of fear,

The short and stout man cursed a few times, then turned around and looked at the man kneeling on the ground, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he asked coldly: "Obadiah, I remember You swore to me yesterday that Botafogo would win and advance! And you told me to buy all of Botafogo to win, right? Then tell me, how are you going to repay the 2000 million loss?"

Obadiah trembled nervously, he moved back in fear, and said in trepidation: "Boss...boss, I really didn't mean it. All the data show that Botafogo will win. Ah, after all, Sao Paulo's performance this season is really unsatisfactory!"

"Not so good?!"

This ferocious man picked up the cup next to him and slammed it in front of Obadiah. Many fragments fell on Obadiah's face, but he didn't dare to dodge at all.

The man shouted angrily: "4:0, Sao Paulo leads by four points, what the hell are you telling me that I didn't perform well? Is your brain full of shit?"

"I... I really don't know what happened. I really don't blame me, yes, I blame... the Chinese player Cui Zhen. Without him, Sao Paulo would definitely lose! So let the boss lose money Man, it's none other than Cui Zhen, if he doesn't score goals, how could he become like this!"

The boss with a ferocious face seemed to approve of Obadiah's words, and he calmed down and sat down on the chair slowly: "According to what you said, it's true!"

Obadiah wanted to take all the responsibility off his body, and said flatteringly: "Yes, that's it, so if the boss wants revenge, he should find this Cui Zhen. I checked him, but he is just a young player from China. Without any background in Brazil, if you want to get him, it's very easy."

Obadiah knows how ruthless this vicious man in front of him is. Once he is dissatisfied, his life will definitely be worse than death. After all, the underground forces in Rio de Janeiro are all controlled by Zacharias!
Zacharias sat back on the leather sofa. He wanted to drink a cup of coffee, but found that all the cups had been broken by himself, which made him angry again.

Obadiah smiled wretchedly, and hurriedly claimed the credit: "Boss, if you believe me, let me find that Huaxia boy, I believe that as long as you report the name of the boss, Cui Zhen will definitely submit! At that time, it will not be you, the boss. Let him kick him as much as he wants, and the money will come in a steady stream." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger.

Zacharias took out a cigar, lit it, and said leisurely: "I didn't see it, you have quite a lot of ideas!"

"Hey, it's all taught by the boss."

Zacharias shook his head and said calmly: "NO, NO, I didn't teach you to eat inside and outside, you are self-taught!"

When Obadiah heard the words, his face turned pale immediately, and he said in tears, "Boss, I don't understand what you said!"

Zacharias smiled coldly, and saw him take out a silver Colt python revolver from his body, open the safety, and then aimed the gun directly at Obadiah.

Obadiah was frightened to the extreme, and said stammeringly: "Old... old... big, don't play... play... laugh, this gun will go...go off...fire!"

Zacharias said with a half-smile: "Yeah, for fear of the gun going off, I'd better kill you first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a gunshot, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on Obadiah's forehead, and there was still unbelievable fear in his eyes.

The next moment, Obadiah's body fell backwards, making a bang, and blood flowed out continuously along his wound, quickly soaking the surrounding floor.

Zacharias didn't even look at Obadiah, only to see him blowing the smoke from the gun and snorting coldly, "Huh! I really thought you didn't know about the inside and outside? The reason why this time is You will lose, and you have nothing to do with it. Ma De, drag me out, and send another person to his house to kill the grass and roots!"

Zacharias glanced at the magazine "World Football" on the table. The poster on the front page of the magazine was an enlarged photo. The person in the photo was Cui Zhen wearing the No. 17 ball.

"However, this Cui Zhen is also the culprit! Paralyzed, dare to make me lose 2000 million, unforgivable!"

Zacharias leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, and said lightly: "Ingersoll, this matter is entrusted to you, and it should be done beautifully, so that those football players will understand, and I will end up in trouble!"

The man standing in front of Zacharias bowed slightly and said calmly, "Understood, sir."

Because the next game will be ten days later, coach Boyle knows that the game must be relaxed. If people are always in a state of tension, it is not conducive to the recovery of the players and the preparation for the next game.

So after the game ended, Boyle gave all the players two days off, allowing them to gather in the team on the third day, and let them relax at other times.

As soon as the coach announced the holiday, the players became excited and talked about where to go to have a good time. Gerrard naturally strongly demanded to go to a nightclub to party.

But Cui Zhen didn't feel much about these things, he had to hurry up and train all the time, and he couldn't relax at all.

"Cui Zhen, the coach told us to rest, so you can go to the nightclub with me! Now you are very famous, I believe you will be warmly entertained by Brazilian beauties in the nightclub!" Gerald hugged Cui. My neck, hehe said with a smile.

But Cui Zhen shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm not interested in nightclubs."

"Don't! Cui Zhen, coming to Brazil is not complete without going to nightclubs." Gerald persuaded.

Cui Zhen shook his head and said helplessly, "Gerald, have fun, I'm really not interested in nightclubs."

Seeing that Cui Chen was so determined, Gerald didn't try to persuade him anymore, but he said solemnly, "Cui Zhen, although you don't go to nightclubs, you can relax in other ways. One's nerves cannot be tensed all the time, otherwise you will be very tired. Yes, I think you should relax, relax properly, and don't be too tired sometimes!"

When Gerald said these words, he was no longer cynical, but quite serious. Although he had not been with Cui Zhen for a long time, Gerald had already regarded Cui Zhen as his true friend. Take off, but for friends, I really treat them from the bottom of my heart.

When Cui Zhen heard this, he thought for a while.Indeed, what Gerrard said is right, human beings cannot maintain a tense state for a long time, it’s okay for a few days, if they continue to do this for several months, they will completely overdraw their vitality, so hard work and relaxation should be properly matched.

Otherwise, coach Boyle will not give the entire team a holiday before the upcoming rematch.

After thinking about this, Cui Zhen said, "Gerald, thank you for reminding me, but I still don't want to go to the nightclub, but I heard that Guaruja Beach in Sao Paulo is very beautiful. Otherwise, let's go there tomorrow."

Hearing Cui Zhen's words, Gerald's eyes lit up instantly.

"Cui Zhen, it turns out that you are the real old driver! The beauties in bikinis on the beach are my favorite, I have decided, I must come back early tonight, and tomorrow we will drive to Guaruja Beach for wild waves!"

When Cui Zhen saw Gerald's tantrum, he helplessly covered his forehead. This was a beautiful misunderstanding, but he didn't want to explain too much, so let's relax.

In the early morning of the next day, Cui Zhen got up for morning exercises as usual, and he started jogging with the ball.

At this time, St. Paul was still in a deep sleep, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Cui Zhen was jogging, changing to feel the changes in his body.

During yesterday's game, Cui Zhen was amazed by his extraordinary performance. Although he had a short training session with the team, after the training, he did not reach the level of stealing the ball in an instant.

But yesterday, he actually made a lot of difficult moves.Later, he thought carefully for a long time, and gradually understood.

The reason why he possesses such power should be directly related to the inner strength in his body. The moment he charged forward yesterday, he felt as if a flame in his body was burning instantly.

It was a strange feeling that couldn't be described in words. He just felt as if he had the power of the wild, and then he rushed out instantly.Then he made a difficult ball stealing action and succeeded in stealing the ball.

Now, he can already clearly feel that a warm current is emerging from his dantian and spreading towards the acupoints of his limbs.

Because of this special warm current, my whole body feels warm, and I feel that the whole spine is warm, and the posture is light and stretched.And when I wake up, I don't feel tired at all, and I feel happy and relaxed.

He knew that these were the changes brought about by the inner strength in his body.

"It turns out that this is inner strength, this is Chinese martial arts!"

Cui Zhen clenched his fists, as if he was wearing Thanos' infinite gauntlet, his power was infinitely improved.

He couldn't help but think: "Zi Qiao's internal energy for five years has been able to control the movement of the ball, can my internal energy of these ten years also be able to?"

Cui Zhen remembered that when he played against Lu Ziqiao, no matter what ball he kicked, Lu Ziqiao could catch it.

This is related to Lu Ziqiao's strength, and it is also directly related to his internal strength, because sometimes Lu Ziqiao can't catch the ball at all, but who knows that the ball's trajectory will change, as if deliberately moving towards Lu Ziqiao.

Cui Zhen sighed lightly, now that he has internal energy, but he doesn't have the corresponding exercises, it's really helpless.