บท 10: The Mafia

After the opening of the martial arts hall, no one came to learn martial arts for many days. Ray was not in a hurry. He studied with the fighters every day.

Ray did not have this condition in the past. There were very few people who practiced martial arts in modern society.

With the enrichment of actual combat experience and the accumulation of fighting skills, Ray's fighting ability rapidly improved, and the combat power he exerted became more powerful.

According to the characteristics of his strength and speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, Ray combined various fighting skills gradually forming his fighting style.

The traditional fighting techniques are not suitable for Ray, as the killing efficiency is relatively low. He wanted to quickly kill large groups of enemies.

Ray's physical strength is much stronger than that of ordinary people. He does not need too many skills. His fighting style should be more simple and direct.

Ray still learned a lot from the fighters, for example, how to attack the vital parts of the body, how to exert force to the highest, the methods of dodging and moving quickly, and some other skills that are very useful to him at present.

Ray abandoned some complicated and exquisite moves and simplified them into simple ones.

The moves were fast and fierce, and they attacked the vital points of the body. With Ray's strength and speed that surpassed ordinary people, they were very powerful.

After his own set of fighting skills matured, Ray also learned some fighting and grappling skills that he had temporarily abandoned before.

Although Ray's physical fitness is rare in this world, one can never be too cautious maybe he will encounter more powerful opponents in the future, so it is not suitable to just go straight ahead.

Moreover, the constant learning and sparring allowed Ray to calmly deal with the skilled enemies.

That night, Ray did not continue training after dinner but returned to his study on the third floor.

Picking up a document on the desk, Ray lowered his head and looked at it. This is the information about Steve Rogers that Ray wanted, his family and friends, recent experiences, frequently visited Places, etc. were all recorded in detail in the data.

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Steve Rogers was born on July 4, 1918, in Brooklyn, New York.

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His father was a soldier in the 107th Infantry Regiment. He died in World War I.

His mother was a nurse in the TB(Tuberculosis) ward. Unfortunately, she was infected and died in 1926.

After his mother died, Rogers moved into an orphanage, where he met his only friend, James Barnes.

When he became an adult, Rogers left the orphanage and became an ordinary worker. He was kind and upright, but his body was thin. He was often bullied. Even after being bullied, Rogers never bowed his head and always fought back bravely, although he was beaten every time. He still insisted on never retreating.

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Closing the document, Ray leaned on the chair, he recalled some of the situations mentioned in the document and compared them with the plot of the movie in his memory.

At this moment, there was a light knock on the door of the study, "Come in, Eddie." There was only old Eddie on the third floor beside himself.

The door was slowly pushed open, and Albert walked in with a tray and poured Ray a cup of coffee.

The mellow coffee aroma lingered on the tip of the nose, which made Ray's spirit relaxed.

"Thank you, Eddie, the coffee is very good." Ray sincerely praised.

"I'm happy to serve you." He bowed slightly and left the study.

Ray shook his head helplessly. Ever since he entered the role of a housekeeper, Albert started acting like the butler of batman.

He is meticulous in etiquette, which made Ray feel a little weird. At first, he even ironed the newspaper with an iron every morning.

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Steve was now working in a factory in Brooklyn. Several bullies in the factory often bullied him, and Steve, who never admitted defeat, was often wounded.

The factory was not far from the martial arts hall. Steve passed by the martial arts hall every morning and evening.

This evening, Steve passed by here again after getting off work, but today a strange atmosphere shrouded here, and Steve couldn't help but slow down.

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In the martial arts hall, Ray was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, Albert still stood beside him in a straight suit, and the four fighters stood quietly.

"Finally they are making their move." Ray put down his cup and looked through the window into the shadow of the opposite alley.

"The leader of this turf Johnny 'Mad Dog', and the two guys who were taught by me last time are also there.", one of the fighters said.

"It's just a group of idiots blinded by greed. Carl, go open the door." Ray smiled disdainfully.

He long before discovered that someone was peeping in from the dark, so Ray started the plan and sent Carl to fight them.

As soon as Ray finished speaking, the door of the martial arts hall was slammed heavily. As soon as Carl stepped forward and opened the door, a dozen strong men came in.

A passage was made in the crowd, and a short, sturdy white man wearing a suit and a hat with a frenzied and arrogant face walked in slowly. It was one of Brooklyn's mafia leaders, Johnny 'Mad Dog'.

"Sit, Johnny, Sit." Ray, who had been sitting on the sofa from start to finish, suddenly said.

Johnny's figure was stagnant. As a mafia leader and one of the controllers of Brooklyn's underground, Johnny, who was accustomed to his arrogance, felt that his dignity was being challenged. Annoyed, Johnny looked fiercely at Ray on the sofa.

"Boy, You don't know who is the boss here!"

"As you wish." Ray waved his hands, and the four fighters moved towards the mafia thugs who rushed up with clubs.

Under the swift fists and kicks of the four, the dozen or so thugs all lay on the ground in a moment.

The field suddenly became quiet, with only the painful moans of the thugs. At this time, Johnny's expression became unsightly.

"Now, Who do you think is the boss here?" Ray looked into Johnny's eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Haha! Haha! Kung Fu is really good! It's a pity that this is America! Here, we use Guns to decide!" The expression on Johnny's face suddenly changed, and he laughed and took out a pistol, pointed it at Ray, and said fiercely.

A group of thugs lying on the ground also took out their pistols and pointed at the four fighters, and slowly stood up.

Johnny seemed to have the upper hand.