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First of all, Fan's combination punches continued to strike, Lan Li almost had no power to fight back, and the crisis that hung by a thread made people's palms sweat, but just a moment's respite, Lan Li successfully reversed the situation and regained the supreme territory.

The gripping fighting process is completely dazzling, in a trance, people actually forget which parts are the design of the martial arts instructor, and which parts are the instinctive/instinctive reactions of the two people, the duel between Dominic and Hobbs is derived from Fan and Lan Li, both of them are bloody, Lan Li's cheekbones, Fan's eyebrow bones, hot blood blurs on the cheeks, the viscous liquid exudes a disgusting fishy smell, and the hot and brilliant sparks seem to be enough to burn both of them.

Fan only felt that the strength of his body was taken away little by little, and when the center of gravity of his feet was unstable, the strength of his waist and abdomen could not be released, and the strength of his upper limbs was like duckweed without roots, and he couldn't find a place to stay. But Fan won't give up, definitely won't give up easily, Lan Li Hall, this handsome cream boy, looks like a flashy vase, how could he lose to the other party? How could he be so embarrassed? How could he be powerless to resist?

Before the anger burned, Fan struggled to stand up, and subconsciously swung his right fist, but it was soft like a noodle, and there was no strength at all, Lan Li just flashed back, raised his left foot and kicked neatly and fiercely towards the back of Fan's right knee.

The calf with the momentum of thunder slammed into Fan's bones, with a crisp sound of "whoosh", and then Fan knelt on his knees in embarrassment, and the severe pain swept in, choking Fan's throat tightly, suffocating instantly, and kneeling on the ground with a red face, even if the cells in his body were sounding an alarm, he still couldn't move, and he couldn't even do a finger.

He is like a fish on a chopping board, to be slaughtered.

This fear made Fan Jian want to split, his pupils began to vibrate violently, the cowardice of injury and the fear of death hit his heart, the whole brain could not respond effectively, the strong feeling of suffocation was as if his hands and feet were tied and he sank to the bottom of the lake, and he was still holding a boulder in his arms, even if he struggled hard, it would be useless.

Fan had already lost his resistance, Lan Li stepped forward, locked Fan's throat with his left hand, and then began to exert force!

Awakening the last of the energy in Fan's body, he raised his hands and grabbed Lan Li's arms, trying to break them apart, hoping to use his overwhelming strength to regain the disadvantage. But after losing the opportunity, Lan Li had already taken the absolute initiative, no matter how hard Fan tried, the well-proportioned and strong arm was like a rock, and it was completely impossible to break.

The scorching snort was spraying disorderly, and Lan Li's arm could clearly feel the rapid breathing like a wave, so hot that it almost ignited the skin, at this moment, Lan Li felt that his hands were holding a life, as if as long as he twisted slightly, this life would end on his fingertips, even more fragile than an ant.

The feeling of being on top, the feeling of being in charge of life and death, rampage through the chest, making the whole person flutter into the air, as if standing on top of the world, even Jesus Christ is prostrate at his feet. However, the fear and confusion of "Eugene Slaich" were like a cold current, scurrying in his veins, and the fingertips of his hands began to be penetrated by blood little by little, as if the whole person was being eaten.

It's not him.

Lan Li still gritted her teeth, but her violent eyes regained a trace of clarity. He is Hobbes, he can be an FBI agent, he can be the boss who protects his brothers, he can be a law enforcement officer who fights crime without mercy, but he is not an executioner, let alone a killer. It is not his duty to try and execute, but to arrest criminals is, no more, no less.

His eyes became resolute again.

Looking up, he saw the other FBI agents occupying the base, Mia and Brian were already surrounded, and he knew that the situation was under control. This time, there will be no repeat of the same mistakes, and he will not let the tiger go back to the mountain like he did in the parking lot before!

But at this moment of distraction, Fan found a gap where his strength was relaxed, kicked the ground with his legs, slammed backwards, and pushed Lan Li backwards, and finally hit the wall. Suddenly, again, Lan Li's arm was forced to unload, and Fan immediately broke free, turned around, and concentrated his fire to start attacking-

Right fist, right elbow, left fist, right fist, left elbow, right knee, left fist...... A series of successive blows once again put Lan Li in a dizzy desperate situation.

However, Fan was suffocated for two seconds just now, his strength was not fully recovered, and the blow was far less powerful than before. Lan Li quickly gained a firm foothold, rushed forward, hugged Fan's waist, and rushed forward, and the two of them broke through the glass window, flew and crashed into the tool table, and the scene was messy.

These are props made by the prop team, and they are not as hard as the actual items, but even so, the materials are still real, except that the nails and screws at the joints are loosened. Lan Li felt as if he had been beaten three hundred and sixty-five punches all over his body, and after the soreness and bruising made the pain nerves reach the extreme, he lost contact and did not respond.

"Dom!" Mia rushed up and shouted loudly, and all the FBI agents rushed up and pointed the barrels of their guns at Dominic, but Hobbs sat up straight, occupied the high ground, and hissed in a hoarse voice, "Stand back! Leave it to me!" and then his fist smashed down like a storm, and again, and again.

The powerful fist smashed Fan dizzy, the cracked brow was bloody, and even blurred the whole face, it looked really hideous and terrifying, and the sound of "poof, poof, poof" kept echoing in his head, as if a watermelon was smashed, crisp but dull, and the sense of contradictory conflict made people feel that something was cracking.

Fan held his breath, gritted his teeth, raised his hands, and pressed against Lan Li's fist. In the frontal power confrontation, Fan still had the upper hand, even if Lan Li condescendingly punched, it was only a draw, but after Lan Li's momentum was hindered, the rhythm suddenly stagnated.

It was a brief moment.

Fan pushed back with both hands, and successfully overturned Lan Li, he turned to it, and smashed it down with his fist, but the strength was not enough; Lan Li avoided it again, and the fist of his left hand hit Fan's abdomen soft underbelly, rolled over, and regained the upper hand, the fist didn't have time to pull away, and swung directly, although it hit Fan's cheek accurately, but the strength was far from enough, but Fan grabbed his right hand and broke it hard, the pain of almost breaking bones could not be endured even if he gritted his teeth; again, Fan turned to the top again.

But Lan Li didn't wait for Fan to make a move this time, his legs curled up, as if they were compressed to the extreme of a spring, and kicked towards Fan's lower abdomen, separating the grappling between the two people, and rolling out.

Touching an iron wrench in his hand, Lan Li didn't have time to think about it, so he picked it up directly and smashed it towards Fan's head. However, at the critical moment, Lan Li maintained a trace of sanity, aimed at the wrong position, and swung it down, but between the lightning and flint, the reaction was not too timely at all, and the little deviation in his mind was actually completely derailed, and there were at least two palms away from Fan's head, and he smashed into the iron plate.

The anti-shock force of the iron plate made Lan Li's wrist a little numb, and his body lost his center of gravity and fell directly to the ground.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fan used his hands and feet at the same time, and once again climbed onto Lan Li's body, and smashed down with a fist, although Lan Li blocked it with both hands, but at this time, both hands were already out of strength, and he couldn't stop Fan's powerful momentum at all, and let go, and then Fan smashed down again, hitting Lan Li's cheek with great force, and the violent sound of teeth and bones colliding made his whole body tremble.

Fan casually picked up the iron wrench next to him, but his palm hurt badly, and his fingertips were constantly trembling. Embarrassment, shame, shame, countless emotions rampant through his chest, the voice in his brain was roaring, "Smash down, smash down, smash down!" and his eyes were aimed at Lan Li's temples, unable to move at all.

As long as you smash it, it's over!

"Smash, smash, smash!" The shouts in his head grew louder and fiercer, Fan's eyes began to turn red, and his reason had been burned out. Since Telluride, he didn't like the face in front of him, it was disgusting, and now he finally won't resist anymore, as long as he smashes it, everything will end. "Kill, kill, kill!"

Dangerous.

All the hairs on Lan Li's body stood up, he really smelled the breath of death, and at the last moment, deep in his heart was not fear, but calm. He had already died once, and he knew what the end of death was, so he would not be afraid, let alone timid.

Lan Li turned his head, blood flowed into his eyes, his cheeks were slightly swollen, he knew that he was embarrassed now, but looking at Fan in front of him, he knew that Fan was even more embarrassed. The bald head was already stained with blood, the mouth at the end of the eyebrows had cracked, the pink tender flesh was turned over, and the large pieces of blood dripped down directly, and the dust on the face was mixed with blood, looking like a lost dog.

Ignoring the stinging pain in her eyes, Lan Li narrowed her pupils and stared at Fan deadly.

At this moment, he felt the breath of death, but he also felt Fan's fear. He knew that Fan didn't dare to make a move. Killing people is not so simple, just like "Eugene Slaich" killed for the first time on the battlefield, no matter whether his hands were covered with blood or not, what he brought after killing was not pleasure, but disgust, and fear.

Seeing Fan's fierce appearance, Lan Li only felt ridiculous, as if Fan, who was holding a wrench and holding the power of life and death at this time, was like a clown. A self-proclaimed tough guy, a self-proclaimed strong, and a self-proclaimed domineering, but deep down, Fan is nothing more than a little girl in a pink tutu. As a result, the corners of Lan Li's mouth outlined a shallow arc.

It was this shallow, small, slight arc that was reflected in Fan's eyes, and the shame instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, burning all his senses, and then he smashed the wrench.