The teenagers were not huddled together and were somewhat scattered. They threw all the beer bottles and other weapons in their hands at the cocoon, and then pulled out short knives, daggers, and military stabs from their waists.

Breaking the cocoon's heart: "The boring black society?"

The bamboo pole rises again, like a snake in the shadows, and like a whip in the light.

The mottles on the bamboo poles began to fall because of the constant tremors, and they were blown away by the wind, flying, and had a strange musty smell.

"Papapa", four explosions sounded, and four more people were slapped in the face by bamboo poles.

Spit and blood spurted out of his mouth, equally eclipsed by the spotlights. Only the yellow glowing teeth that were still rising in the air were as bright as gold.

With a dull plop, the four fell to the ground and struggled to get up again.

After all, Breaking Cocoon is not a god, nor is he making a movie, and in the case of controlling his strength and not using restraint techniques, he can't stop seven or eight people with a bamboo pole.

The bamboo pole is too long, of course, there is a "long" limit, it cannot be expanded and contracted freely, and it is easier to be broken through.

The bamboo pole has not yet landed, the right arm of the cocoon is recovered as much as possible, the right foot is kicked again, and the bamboo pole is directly kicked off, the remaining two meters, the section has torn bamboo pieces stretched out, hideous like sharp teeth, like the devil's minions.

"Bang bang", three rings again, and the other three people who were closer were hit in the cheeks by broken bamboo poles, and the consequences were the same as others.

All of them were slapped in the face, right or left, their faces swollen and their teeth were missing, but there were no other scars. They got up from the ground, a little staggering, already sober from their drinking, but now they were more drunk.

The lumps on his face were somewhat transparent in the light, like misshapen peaches.

The blood gushing out of his mouth due to the loss of his teeth flowed down his closed mouth, dripping on the ground.

They gathered slowly, for fear that the person in front of them would make another move. I have been playing on this rooftop for almost half a month, and I have met several residents who came up to accuse them, but they were all beaten away or stabbed, and no one dared to do it without saying a word.

Moreover, this person is so quick to start that people don't have time to react at all. In the past, when I fought with others, most of them hit the body, and I rarely met a guy who only hit the face.

At this time, they all knew the purpose and idea of the person in front of them, which was to make them faceless for at least a month.

The blonde boy also stood up, still holding a barbecue fork in his hand, but his body trembled a little, I don't know if it was because of anger or fear.

The girls stood far away, either clutching each other's arms or covering their mouths tightly, not daring to make a sound, with only fear in their eyes.

Even the spectators on the next floor didn't make a sound, I don't know whether they were stunned or taking pictures attentively.

Before they knew what the man in the baseball cap was trying to do, they saw the man take a step sideways and give way to the balcony door.

The voice-activated light behind the door had gone out, leaving only an empty black, like the devil's open mouth.

They knew what this person meant, and they knew that this person would not do it again, but they looked at the broken bamboo pole in his hand that was only two meters left, and they were very frightened.

There was no talking, no running, only the rustling of the soles of the shoes when they touched the ground.

When the blonde boy walked up to Broken Cocoon, he paused for a moment to get a better look at his face. It's just that, in such a shadow, under the brim of the hat, only a slightly green jaw, slightly closed lips, and a half-straight nose bridge can be seen.

The girls behind them cowered behind them, stepping softly into the dark staircase. It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that there was a sound of running, and there was also a scream, and then the voice-activated lights came on, and then, the footsteps became more urgent.

The tremors thundered and reverberated through the stairwell.

When the lights in the stairwell went out again, he put down the bamboo pole and walked down, hiding himself in the darkness.

He didn't notice that in the shadows on the roof of a building opposite, there was a person watching the scene in its entirety, and when he saw the cocoon walking up the stairs, his mouth made a slight "gurgling" sound.

"He's really an individual master. Gurg...... Gurg...... Gurg...... There will be people against you, and hopefully you will still not die. Gurg...... Gurg...... Boom......"

The sound carries with the wind, like an allegro in the wind.

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As soon as I fell asleep for a while, I heard a knock on the door, and I took out my mobile phone to see that it was not yet five o'clock. He thought for a while, knocking on the door at this time, it should be for the early morning beating.

He also knew that he didn't show up at all when he beat someone, and the police were just routine at this time.

It seems that there is still some energy behind those guys.

It's bright on the outside and should be a headlight.

Breaking the cocoon and opening the door, he saw three policemen standing outside the door, one of whom was still carrying a gun.

"Hello, police raid, please show your ID card or proof of identity. "The police outside the door were polite, standing by the door and not coming in.

Breaking out of the cocoon and taking out his ID card, the police checked it with an instrument, looked at the layout of the room, and asked, "Do you live alone or with other people?"

"And two friends who were drunk yesterday and haven't woken up. ”

"Please call them and ask them to bring their papers. ”

Breaking into the room, turning on the light, and kicking Zhang Mingming and Xun Menglong a few times, the two guys woke up in a daze, looked at the room with the lights on, and muttered: "Don't make trouble, it's still early." ”

"The police came out, came out, and brought your ID card. ”

Hearing that the police were going to check his ID card, Xun Menglong immediately came to his senses, with a slightly nervous expression on his face.

Breaking the cocoon and seeing that his expression was wrong, he remembered that this guy didn't have an ID card. When he was at the Changfeng City Police Station, he also had such an expression, but fortunately, at that time, the police in Changfeng City were originally trying to arrest them, and they didn't care about Xun Menglong's ID card.

But just now I told the police that "there are two more friends", and it is impossible to hide Xun Menglong!

With hypnosis? Not really!

"Why don't you go out with your documents?" Breaking Cocoon's brows furrowed slightly. He wasn't worried that Xun Menglong would be taken away by the police, but it would be a little troublesome.

Xun Menglong sat on the bed and said, "I was in a hurry to go out, I didn't bring anything, and now I only have a few dozen yuan of money on my body." ”

"What are you rubbing?" the policeman knocked on the door with his hand, his face wary, and two men slowly walked in, one remaining in the hallway outside.

Zhang Mingming hurriedly stood up, took out his ID card from his wallet and handed it to the policeman. After the police checked, he returned it to Zhang Mingming, and looked at Xun Menglong again, "Please show your identification." ”

Xun Menglong looked at the broken cocoon, then at the police, and wanted to get close to him.

The policeman took two steps back, pointed at Xun Menglong, and said sternly: "Stop, please show your identification." ”