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Jon touched the knuckles in his hand, walked over there, and shouted: "Kill him!"

Gron stood at the gate of the park without moving.

Killing or something, of course the younger brother rushed to the front.

The white man wearing the cross was the first to rush forward with a knife in his pocket, and the sharp dagger stabbed Ronan in the lower abdomen!

Ronan didn't dodge or dodge, his fist came first, and he punched the white man in the face. The white man seemed to be hit by a car, half of his teeth flew out, and he fell back to the ground!

He was unconscious!

There are too many people, it is easy to create false impressions, it will definitely work together!

In the most violent way, Ronan rushed directly into the crowd, punching and kicking, knees and elbows!

For a while, the screams were endless!

With every hit, one will fall!

More than twenty people, not to mention hurting others, were all killed before they even had time to escape!

At least a dozen of them need sex reassignment surgery!

There were not many people in the park, but there were people. In the public, Ronan did not kill.

Dozens of gang thugs were injured, and the police may not care about them, but dozens of them were killed, and the nature was completely different.

Before they could catch up to Ronan, Jon and others who surrounded him were stunned in shock. The twenty or so brothers who blocked him all fell down.

Not a single one standing!

Many people couldn't even scream.

How much do gangs pay for sex reassignment surgery?

Jon was hesitating whether to turn around, but Ronan rushed over!

"Fuck him!" Jon clenched his fist and pointed his finger at Ronan's fist!

Ronan grabbed his wrist like lightning, and when he pushed it away, he heard the bone crack!

A kick flew up from under his feet, hitting the middle of Jon's legs!

Chicken and egg fight again!

The others turned around and tried to run, but it was too late!

Ronan only used one of the three combos of Krav Maga!

Kick the crotch!

Several people in a row covered their crotches and fell down!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the thin monkey quickly covered his crotch with both hands!

Save your life first!

Then a big foot kicked over!

Amidst the continuous crackling sounds, the thin monkey's palm was broken, and it was still being beaten!

With his own efforts, Ronan has continued to increase the population of minority groups in the United States!

Gron, the boss, ran away when Ronan rushed into the crowd, punched and kicked.

What the gang of bastards under his command said was completely wrong. It's not that his skills are a little better, he's a killer at all!

Relying on his familiarity with the surrounding environment, Gron got into an alley, bypassed the Hunter's Bar, and then went to find his car.

Turning around the corner of the alleyway, there is a person standing against the wall in the corner!

It is the killing star!

Gelong wanted to draw his gun, but the subconscious action was to pinch his legs first, retract his abdomen and raise his butt!

Ronan didn't kick the crotch this time, because he made a killer!

He grabbed the bald head by the neck and slammed into the wall!

With a bang, Gron didn't know where he was!

Then there was a second muffled sound, and Gron fell to the ground.

Ronan harvested the soul shards, only the soul shards +2!

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In the parking lot on one side of the park, watching the man easily handle dozens of strong men in silence, Giselle said: "There is a shadow of Krav Maga."

Petunia nodded: "Should have received formal Krav Krav training."

Giselle speculates: "Many special forces and secret agents in the United States also widely use Krav Maga, and he may have a background in this regard."

She looked at the person lying on the ground: "This person is good at fighting skills, especially in close combat, which is higher than Versano's level. I'll go to the bar to inquire, Petunia, you go to get in touch with him, bounty hunters use Money guy, tell him money isn't an issue."

Petunia responded, "Okay."

Giselle got out of the car and walked towards the Hunter's Bar.

Petunia started the car, left the parking lot, turned around, quickly found the target, and observed carefully through the car window.

This man was about 30 years old, with a few inconspicuous scars on his rough and tough face. With his tall and straight aquiline nose, he looked fierce.

He should have been a soldier and been on the battlefield.

After the two local wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, the United States has many veterans with rich combat experience.

According to the news Mossad received, the magic power is revived, and many ancient existences are awakened. One of the countermeasures for the United States, which lacks foundation, is to cultivate modern fighters.

There are indeed ancient existences in this land, but those ancient existences are basically on the opposite side of America.

Petunia saw the man enter the hamburger restaurant, found a place to park, and followed him.

After a slight delay, she pushed open the glass door and entered the burger shop, where the man was sitting at a table in the corner, eating the cheapest fried chicken burger.

From this point of view, it may be short of money.

Penny went straight over, came to the table, and smiled slightly: "Hello, let's have a chat."

Ronan had noticed it a long time ago, his mouth was full, he swallowed the food, took another sip of Coke, looked at the young woman fiercely, and asked, "Who are you?"

Penny didn't need Ronan's invitation, she opened the plastic chair and sat down, and said, "My name is Penny, I came from the bar, and I just saw a wonderful fight..."

Ronan suddenly raised his head, like a tiger that chooses to eat someone!

Petunia felt undisguised malice, and quickly said: "I have no other intentions, I just want to discuss a business with you, a big deal of 10 dollars!"

"Business?" Ronan thought of the recruitment reward offered by the bar, and restrained himself a little: "What business?"

Penny said softly: "You came out of the hunter's bar, you should have seen the recruitment reward, I posted it, hunt down the nail monster, cooperate with me, 10 US dollars, if the hunt is successful, there is another 10 US dollars."

Ronan didn't change his face, but he felt a strange feeling in his heart. His enemy paid him to hunt him down?

"I've heard of the Nail Stranger." Ronan said tentatively, "The nails he throws are of a high standard. It's impossible for me alone! I like your bid, but I don't want to die."

This woman is not Giselle, she may be related to Giselle, do you want to attack?

Petunia said: "Not only you, but I also have other people. You just need to take part in the action and obey orders."

Ronan immediately thought of Giselle, and the rest of the Mossad's staff in Los Angeles.

He immediately gave up his plan to strike. This was an opportunity to capture Giselle and unplug the rest of Mossad's forces in Los Angeles.

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Chapter 149 Fishing and Bait Casting (6000 words)

The sunlight shone through the glass window on the side of the table. Petunia carefully looked at Ronan, making sure that there was no problem with his face, and asked routinely, "Where are you from? What's your name?"

"Ryan, a Texan. You can call me Private Ryan, that's what all my former comrades in arms called me." Ronan asked casually, "What about you? What's your name? Why do you want to hunt down Nail Stranger?"

Penny looked serious: "My name is Penny, from Los Angeles. The Nail Stranger killed me and my companion's father."

There's no excuse for that, as Nailman has taken down so many gangsters and dealers lately.

Ronan nodded slightly: "I've heard that the Nail Man killed many people."

Petunia said: "I'm going to kill him for revenge!" She continued to ask: "Have you ever been a soldier?"

Ronan was also prepared: "Ranger, spent several years in Afghanistan."

Petunia asked again: "Why are you back? I heard that the army is well paid."

Ronan continued to talk nonsense: "I snatched some valuables from the Afghan tribe. The officer wanted to take most of them. I didn't like it. I beat him up and lay him down for several months."

The dirty things in the American army are no less than those in the Israeli army, and Petunia has long heard about it.

As for the military discipline of American soldiers, it is famous all over the world.

Penny was both explaining and asking questions: "You are very good at close combat."

"Both my grandfather and father were soldiers. If it weren't for them, I would have been court-martialed." What Ronan said must be in line with Ryan's Texas redneck personality: "They taught me since I was a child, and I trained when I was a teenager. Me, what kind of Texan can't fight and shoot? I can actually shoot well."

He continued to babble based on the information he gathered from the CIA: "When I first arrived in Afghanistan, I did very well and participated in special special training for the Pentagon."

Petunia immediately understood that this was a special training for the soldier system mastered by the US government.

It is impossible for ordinary bounty hunters to know this.

I met him twice before and after. This person has a violent personality, direct actions, and the shadow of Krav Maga in his shots. In addition to the above, the red neck of Texas and the status of a former soldier should not be mistaken.

Petunia still paid attention: "Your name is Ryan?"

"Ha... your real name is Penny?" Ronan shook his head and laughed, "Texans are just straightforward and don't like to be twisted, but they're not stupid."

Penny doesn't need to get to the bottom of it, she is reliable and capable, and she can try to absorb into Mossad after finishing the work.

If it's normal, just silence it.

She asked for Ronan's contact information: "Wait for me to contact you."

"Don't delay for too long." Ronan pointed to the cheap fast food: "I can't afford to eat anymore. If you delay for too long, I may take on other tasks."

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FBI Los Angeles Bureau.

In the office, Jack Wells was reviewing the materials of last night's case, especially those of the deceased.

Partner Frank came in quickly from the outside and said, "Good news!"

Jack asked, "Have you found the Nail Man?"

Frank shook his head: "There are clues to the identity of the deceased. The bureau received an anonymous report this morning, saying that those people are members of the Mossad dagger team!"

Jack was not surprised, but curious: "Who reported it?"

Frank said: "A call came in from a public phone, the exact person is unknown."

Jack suddenly had an idea: "Do you think it might have been done by the Nail Stranger?"

"Huh?" Frank was puzzled: "Isn't he a murderer?"

Jack stood up and pushed down according to this idea: "The Nail Stranger must be worried about retaliation when he provoked Mossad. Mossad dared to attack in Los Angeles. Not only these dead people, but also sent people to support at any time. Dagger The team, I've heard people say, is composed of Mossad's elite agents who are good at infiltration, instigation and assassination."

Frank understood Jack's meaning: "He used the FBI to contain Mossad? Make Mossad dare not act recklessly?"

The more Jack thought about it, the more reasonable it became: "This possibility is great!"

American agents have always been self-confident: "Don't say anything else, if we do something here, we don't even need to take action, just call the Israeli consulate, and Mossad will easily send people to Los Angeles?"

"The idea of ​​this nail geek is so beautiful!" Frank slapped the table angrily. "He's killing people everywhere in Los Angeles. How much trouble has he caused us? Before we even settled with him, he backhandedly tried to use us!"

But Jack said, "He succeeded."

Frank was momentarily speechless.

At this moment, an assistant detective knocked on the door and came in, notifying the two of them: "The director told you to go to a meeting, meeting room No. [-]!"

Jack and Frank looked at each other and immediately understood what was going on.

Sure enough, as soon as the meeting started, Director Taylor was furious, and he first reprimanded his subordinates for not being able to handle affairs well, and for not being able to catch the strange man for a long time.