This world is very strange, some people spend their money to be a confidant, some people would rather become a demon and be the enemy of the whole world, but also protect the lover behind them, some people endure a lot of hardships for the sake of their ideals, and some people spend their lives just looking for an opponent who is evenly matched.

Hao Yong has been looking for an opponent for many years, and he has not been satisfied for so many years, until today he still remembers the moment when he won the 6th National Police Sanda Championship, the master who is the head coach of the national special police once said such a sentence, he said: "Child, you should not be a policeman, you should live a life in the ring with a silver saddle shining on a white horse, like a shooting star." ”

At that time, Hao Yong didn't understand, was there anything wrong with being a policeman? Some people were paid salaries, had five insurances and one housing fund, and even though the people of the whole country were suffering from financial activities, the police still kept the stewed pork ribs, the stewed pork ribs, the fish boiled, and the fish boiled by the drought and flood to ensure the income. But today, ten years later, in the endless erosion of loneliness, when Lao Hao was in his thirties and nearly forty years old, he was dealing with the ruffians who could not walk more than three rounds under his hands every day, and he realized how important the master's words were.

This is like the top players in the KPL go to play low-end games every day, maybe the fried fish is happy at first, but after a long time, the sense of confusion and numbness in the applause and cheers will become a pain, and when the pain comes, Lao Hao's life has passed halfway, and he wants to turn his head back, but the road is gone.

How many years, Hao Lao Crooked can't remember who he is for many years, but today, he has a feeling of blood boiling again, like when he was forced by his opponent in the ring to gasp and think about countermeasures, Hao Yong felt that he was really alive again. He shouldn't face criminals every day, he should face opponents like people in front of him every day, and harvest flowers and applause in thrilling offenses and defenses......

It's his dream, every man should live for what he doesn't think, isn't it?

Hao Yong rushed over, his head was no longer crooked, he no longer had to look at the world from a prejudiced perspective, and looked squarely at the opponent's raised hands, like a ghost running towards a mortal to suck the purest yang energy in this world, blocking all the moonlight with his huge body.

Syllable.

The man's two hands, which he couldn't dodge, touched Hao Yong, and as soon as they touched, they were immediately thrown away between the lightning and flint. He understood that he would never be able to fight with the other party, that was the stupidest way to fight, so he relied on his dexterous posture and extraordinary speed to hit Hao Yong's armpit and drill half of his body, raised one foot behind him to go around the diagonal insertion into the soil, pinned the whole leg behind Hao Yong's feet, raised his hand horizontally to stop Hao Yong's stomach, buckled his waist, and pushed his shoulders forward......

Touch.

Hao Lao Crooked was put down again, and his feet were lifted up in an instant, and the kid took this opportunity to grab Lao Hao's feet and neck, and the whole person hung on it, his legs wrapped around the root of Hao Yong's thighs, and his two hands pulled the top of his feet and twisted it hard: "Hi!"

It's not Krav Maga anymore, it's Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, where the ground technique, called the leg lock armbar, can be almost instantaneously inflicted on parity.

Well!!

Hao Lao Crooked felt the pressure, that kid was holding the top of his foot and twisting his ankle bone hard, once the joint was misaligned, the whole battle would lose suspense, and it was impossible to even have a chance to fight back.

Luckily, Hao Yong's strong physique and strength made it not so easy for his opponent to succeed, and he could even divide a little bit of strength to make the other foot kick the surface of the ground, and then lift the body between the waist and abdomen to complete the most critical part of the unlocking action - the bridge.

Kihashi is often used in MMA and UFC rings, and when an athlete is locked by ground technology, almost everyone who is locked will use this trick. The so-called lock technique is generally a winning move for the purpose of instructing the opponent to suffocate, shock or destroy the joint, and the technical feature is to attack a point of the opponent with the strength of the whole body, causing fatal damage. The bridge can connect the channels that block the transmission of power, causing the opponent's locking posture to be deformed.

Let's just say that the lock leg is cross-locked, that kid crosses his legs around one of Hao Lao's crooked legs in order to fix, and twists the other party's feet with his hands in order to destroy, then one of his feet will definitely have one leg on Hao Lao's crooked body, at this time, the other party's posture will change, and the power guidance will not be so smooth. At this juncture, Hao Yong rolled on the spot, like a crocodile biting its prey, and the rolling process would inevitably cause the opponent's concussion, plus how could he lock it with the advantages of body and strength?

Hao Lao rolled crookedly, the two of them lay on the ground and rolled to kick up the dust again, and during the rolling process, the other party's elbows, hands, and heads bumped on the ground, and the second when a stone was on the knuckle of his fingers, the electrocution-like pain made him completely let go of his hand.

Hao Lao, who finally relaxed down, was engrossed in this battle, and at this moment, the pressure of family and work was completely shaken off, and it was broken away like this lock technique, and at the same moment when his back was next to the ground, his two feet began to kick frequently, and he didn't care whether the opponent's head or shoulder was under the sole of his feet, anyway, he just kicked it.

That kid let Hao Lao crookedly kick ah, very uncomfortable, although it is more difficult for Lao Hao to exert force, but he can't stand a kick, especially when Hao Yong kicked on the bridge of his nose, the spasmodic pantothenic acid is transmitted from the nasal cavity to the whole body, this is still a fart? He quickly turned around and stepped back, just like that, he also let Hao Lao crooked kick on the buttocks, and a dog ate shit and pounced out.

Enjoyable!

Hao Lao was so happy that he was freed from nine deaths and a lifetime, even his sweat and pores were cheering, what Xu Cangsheng, Chen Da, and the interpersonal relationship of the criminal police team didn't matter at this moment, Hao Yong, who finally found his opponent, didn't even have the concept of arrest in his mind, so he wanted to put the opponent down.

Struggling to stand up, the ankle that had just been twisted was still a little painful, the kid in front of him was covering his nose and 'oops', Hao Lao stepped out crookedly, pulled his fist and didn't care whether the opponent's hand was protecting his head, and smashed it with a punch like a cannonball.

The strong feeling of hitting came, and the entire upper body of the goods that was beaten began to lean back, and the next second Hao Lao was crooked as described by the opponent's coach in the game, the second step followed again, and the back hand fist was also later, and it was a blow of the back hand straight fist pushed up. The coach of the opponent once described Hao Yong like this, he said: "This kid was born for the ring, remember, you must not give him a chance when he goes on stage, once he has the opportunity, the ability to end the game in an instant is enough to make anyone regret it." ”

In fact, there is another sentence after this sentence, but the coach did not say it in front of his own fighters, for fear of undermining the confidence of the athletes, he said: "How can a fighter of this level be in the police free fighting ring? He should go to the European and American rings to fight the one-punch man Mark Hunter in a boxing championship." ”

Mark Hunter, who is known to be able to finish a fight with one punch and never make a cut, Hao Yong was lifted to the same position to show his place in the minds of others.

Two punches!

Hao Lao's second punch happened to hit the opponent's raised fist when he was about to defend, but his fist was pushed away by the force, and Lao Hao still hit the opponent's face, and the opponent was violently shaken off even the dust that had stuck to his cheek when he rolled just now.

Third punch.

Yes, as long as Hao Lao Crooked hits it, the follow-up attacks will become endless.

The third time he threw a punch, the fist had already pulled the whole body diagonally, just like an ancient engineering vehicle, sending the fist out in the form of a parabola, and the fist was slashed from the bottom up. This is not an uppercut, but Hao Yong's aim is still at the opponent's chin - bump.

The opponent who was still thinking about defending was hit by the third hit, and the whole body suddenly fell into a state of death, and the hand that was raised to defend halfway fell, and the tense body relaxed, as if the cockpit controlling the giant mecha battle was hit by a sniper shot, and the whole mecha began to be paralyzed, staggering and shaking his body with his eyes lost. When a breeze hit, the body was caressed by the wind as if seeing the last straw pressed on the body, and it could no longer hold on to the oblique fall.

Whew, whew, whew.

He was still breathing, still awake, but he couldn't control his body and felt numb all over his body.

Is this the fall?

Hao Lao Crooked stood in place and would regret dying, if he knew that this kid was so unresponsive, how could he exert all his strength? This kind of situation that was finally able to concentrate on a fight ended before it was enjoyable, is God deliberately tricking people?

When the emptiness of the generation of masters swept through his body in loneliness, Hao Yong also felt the gust of wind, and at this time, he remembered that he was a policeman, and remembered that in reality, this kid picked up Zong Hang's gun and put his colleagues for many years in prison...... Why do you have so many worries about yourself, why can't you just fight for victory and defeat?

In Hao Yong's heart, the feeling of getting rid of all the pressure is the most comfortable, and the battle without any restraint is what he should enjoy, what rules, what laws, what image, is it important?

Life is like this, often when you find out your true goal, only to find that you have missed the best age, and you can only spend it in a muddy nightmare.

Belch.

The kid struggled to reverse his body, barely supporting himself with his elbows, and when he saw that Hao Yong, who had defeated him, was in a daze, he used all his strength to find something on his body......

Never mind.

Hao Yong had to return to reality and think, after all, he still had a home and children, how could he really be brave and give up all this to return to the game at an advanced age?

Life still has to go on......

Alas.

With a sigh, Hao Lao lowered his head, thinking that the moment he took this kid back to the criminal police team with his neck collar, what he saw was the black muzzle of the gun, and the other party's evil smile sounded in his ears: "Hehe......"

Bang.

The muzzle of the gun spewed tongues of fire, Hao Lao didn't even see the last expression of the other party, and his body began to vibrate violently under the huge impact.

At that time, he lowered his head, and a huge blood hole in his chest was oozing blood, and when the severe pain was transmitted to the nerves in his brain, the nerve cells in his brain seemed to be unable to withstand the damage, making his eyes dark.

Rumble.

The huge body fell backwards, as if a skyscraper had collapsed in the world.