Tai Chi? Qi?

"There's someone else here!" Jack softly exclaimed, his hand already reaching inside his jacket, but he stopped.

"Don't move, you'll die!" A gun he was very familiar with was pressed against his forehead.

It was the standard issue sidearm from their company.

"It's you, Bai Letian!" The old white man stared coldly at Bai Jing, a gun also pointed at his forehead.

Two guns, aimed at two people!

"I noticed this when I arrived. The soundproofing in this room is excellent, and since it's the boss's office, there are no cameras!" Bai Jing shifted his gun and fired four shots from each hand!

So, no matter what I do here, no one will find out!

Jack was shot in the wrist and ankle, immediately slumping onto his chair. The old white man was shot in the shoulder socket.

He was already fat, and moving was difficult. Now, with his arms useless, he was practically embedded in the chair.

Bai Jing bent down and picked up a stack of files in front of the old white man.

"Bai Letian, male, from China, 22-26 years old, personality: conceited, arrogant, opinionated, not greedy for wealth, not lustful. The Order Society he established is an organization with strong communist characteristics, suspected communist."

"I quite like this assessment, but you got one thing wrong. I'm not not lustful, I just don't like the lust here!" Bai Jing sneered, suddenly noticing the old white man's arm was unnaturally twisted.

He stood up and went to the old white man's position, seeing a red button hidden beneath his desk!

"What is this, an alarm?" Bai Jing mused, stroking his chin. "How does this alarm work? Is it triggered by pressure or by a power outage?"

The old white man glared at him hatefully, but his intense brainwave fluctuations betrayed him.

"So it can be triggered by either pressing it or cutting the power!" Bai Jing sighed. "In that case, I'll have to trouble you!"

He raised his hand and fired two more shots, the old white man's wrists instantly falling limply to the ground.

Bai Jing glanced at the old white man's lower body and scoffed, "This position, you could actually reach it by lifting your leg, right? Why are you so fat that your legs are pinned by the chair and you can't lift them? Why not get a bigger chair!"

"Bai Letian, if you dare kill me, there will be no place for you left in all of America!" the old white man said hatefully.

"Are you expecting me to surrender?" Bai Jing raised his hand and fired two shots, shattering the man's thigh bone.

I have to say, Vibranium bullets are really effective. They lose almost no speed in flight, resulting in extremely high penetration and power!

Now, even if he could get out of the chair, he wouldn't be able to lift his legs!

Bai Jing casually flipped through his own file and found the next one.

"Ren Hong, 26 years old, from China, Ph.D. in Mathematics from the University of Chicago, Calculus instructor. Rejected an offer to stay at the university and plans to return to China. It is assessed that his future research in mathematics in China may have a significant impact on China's military technology."

Date of signature, January 24th.

"He's still alive?" Bai Jing asked.

"Anyone who cannot be used by America deserves to die!" the old white man said hatefully.

Bang!

Shot through the center of the forehead, the old white man went to hell with a smile of three parts confusion, three parts shock, and four parts mockery.

I was the base leader, I knew a lot of secrets. Why didn't you even ask, why did you just kill me?

However, Bai Jing had no intention of interrogating him and continued to the next file.

Roguelhan, Indian genius, Ph.D. in Mathematics from Princeton University, Topology lecturer...

Urijina, Tajikistani, Ph.D. in Life Sciences and Genetic Engineering, fell in love with Li Wenhua, a Chinese international student.

Ling Gexing, Chinese-American Physicist, professor at the Gaoxing Precision Physics Research Institute, suspected of secretly funding China with a high-precision inductively coupled plasma mass spectrometer.

"Bai Letian, the strength of one person cannot fight against a nation. As long as you join us, with your abilities..." Jack, watching Bai Jing's actions, felt increasingly nervous and finally couldn't help but speak.

Facing death with composure was for the grunts. He had already reached management level, and he didn't want to die for no reason!

His answer was a bullet engraved with brilliant patterns.

As the saying goes, when America suspects you have nuclear weapons, you better actually have them.

You think I'm Superman, you think I'm hard to control! Well, your feelings are correct!

Patting Jack on the shoulder, he found two more guns!

Perhaps, this is standard issue?!

Bai Jing unloaded the magazines, put them in his pocket, casually picked up a gun, and opened the door.

"Officer Jack, there's..." A girl who had been waiting for a long time at the door, perhaps looking for Jack, had been standing there for a while.

But when she saw who opened the door, it was an Asian.

"Huh, you're!" the girl exclaimed.

"Be good, go to sleep!" Bai Jing touched her shoulder, and the woman immediately fell asleep.

Combat personnel and non-combat personnel have completely different physical qualities; it's clear upon scanning.

Admittedly, the Brotherhood doesn't distinguish between men, women, old, or young during assassinations, but Bai Jing isn't the Brotherhood, nor is he America.

"Who goes there!" The clerk outside saw the woman fall and immediately stood up.

Bai Jing raised his hand and fired a shot at the ceiling.

The entire office fell silent in an instant.

The path was clear, unobstructed.

Until he pushed open the door.

Outside the door, hundreds of burly men, each holding a gun.

Bai Jing chuckled, casually tossed his gun aside, then beckoned them over with a flick of his finger.

"Huh?" The group exchanged glances, confused.

"We know you Asians are good at fighting, but don't you know where you are? We have two hundred men here, and you're alone!" "Aren't you scared?" Bai Jing asked. "Tch!" Who could stand such a provocation! A white man threw down his gun. "Get out of the way, I'll do it!"

On the training ground, two hundred burly men in white surrounded the ring. On the stage, Bai Jing, who was 1.80 meters tall and looked thin and weak, faced a white man who was 1.90 meters tall and covered in muscle!

"Yellow-skinned monkey, I'll beat you so bad you'll go home crying to your mommy!" he roared and charged forward like a charging bull, intending to send Bai Jing flying!

Bai Jing stood loosely, watching the man rush towards him, not even blinking! He simply lifted his hand lightly!

"Tai Chi?" someone exclaimed. In this world, even Qi existed, so Tai Chi was undoubtedly a true martial art, renowned worldwide. These men, trained in various combat styles, were not unfamiliar with Tai Chi. But judging by Bai Jing's stance, it wasn't the Tai Chi Cannon Hammer commonly used in combat, but the health-preserving Tai Chi practiced by old folks in the park! Could that even hurt someone! But Bai Jing showed them it could! His raised arm, facing the charging strongman, seemed like a mantis trying to stop a chariot! Yet, where their fists and arms met, there was no sound. The strongman was pulled as if by a string, stumbling out of the ring. Fortunately, he was well-trained. With just a few steps, he regained his footing, then turned around and asked in shock: "Qi?" He was the one involved, so he could clearly feel that he hadn't even touched the other man's arm. His own momentum had vanished as if sinking into mud, and his opponent seemed oblivious. Then, a monstrous wave surged from behind him, pushing him away! If this wasn't Qi, what was it? Even if Qi existed in this world, it wasn't something common. Most people had never even heard of it. Only top martial artists could tap into such power. He never expected to see such power in this young man! Bai Jing didn't know Qi; he was using gravitational displacement, turning four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds! He didn't answer, but extended his hand. "Again?" "Ah!" The strongman roared and charged again! He didn't take Bai Jing seriously at all. Even if you've cultivated Qi, how much could you have at this age! You could wear me out just by attrition! He stepped out like lightning and threw a straight punch directly at Bai Jing's head. This wasn't a technique passed down from any sect, but a common straight punch in free-style fighting on the ring! But it was too slow! Bai Jing raised his arm, manipulated gravity, and blocked the punch. Then, he turned, straightened his back, and slammed into the strongman! Baji, Iron Mountain Lean! A surge of repulsion erupted from his shoulder socket, directly towards the strongman's heart. Even though the strongman blocked with his left arm, it couldn't stop the pervasive gravitational impact! His heart instantly exploded, and he spat out a mouthful of thick blood mixed with internal organ fragments. Then he was sent flying two to three meters away, crashing heavily to the ground! All that remained was a trail of blood and a circle of astonished, bewildered eyes. Bai Jing straightened his body, gently rubbed his shoulder, then looked around, especially at the several cameras in the corner, and shouted, "Next!"