Yes!!!!!

Chekov, who roared, took a step forward with the force of being smashed, and his whole body picked up his right foot with his left foot as the axis in the rotation, and threw the whip leg at the opponent's waist.

This is the battle Chekov wants!

This is the opponent Chekov wants!

A person whose willpower, combat effectiveness, and strength have completely reached the peak and can still risk his life has appeared for the first time in his police career!

Touch!

At the moment when the whip kick hit the opponent's waist, Chekov didn't think that this kick could solve the opponent, he almost saw the 'Mexican in a black suit' being kicked and stumbling against the wall next to him, and the next second, the bear pounced directly, chasing the opponent's body and kicking it hard without any routine.

Chekov's reaction speed and ability to resist blows all exceeded the expectations of the Mexicans, he didn't expect to smash the opponent's right shoulder with the butt of an AK gun in exchange for only the gun in the opponent's hand to the ground, this guy didn't even have spasms after pain, what kind of monster is this? He didn't expect that the other party could fight back in this situation, and he also kicked his waist.

"Hmm!"

The Mexican held his breath, and he had to hold it, because the slightest relaxation of this breath would cause the pain to hit in an instant, and that was the most dangerous moment.

Turning, he saw that the Russians had already begun to turn the moment they caught up, and then there was a loud bang against the wall, and when there was an 'empty' sound, a foot larger than any size in the shoe store was kicked against the wall.

It was supposed to be a moment to celebrate, but Mexicans couldn't. Chekov had reached out his left hand and grabbed the hem of his shirt after kicking him into the air. Next. He's going to hit the other man's crotch with his own knee!

This is the critical juncture at which both of them are dying, and this moment forces neither of them to relax.

Anti-joint.

The Mexican instantly threw away the gun in his hand, and his first reaction after being grabbed by someone was to reverse the joint, as long as he used the forearms of his two hands to hit the front and back of the opponent's elbow in the opposite direction according to the position of the joint, the average person would break his arm under the impact of the force of the counter-joint...... However, the arm of the monster in front of him was too thick, and the small arm with the thickness of an ordinary teacup bowl and the big arm with muscles that stretched out the muscular line of the police uniform quickly made him give up this idea, how much strength did it take to break such a hand?

Followed by. The Mexican stretched out his hands to pinch Chekov's wrists, twisted his hands so hard that the inside of his opponent's elbow was exposed, and at this time, he smashed his left hand into the inside of his opponent's elbow with a single fist, and at the moment when the opponent's arm was bent and his mountain-like body approached, the elbow of his right hand holding Chekov's wrist was swung inward by swinging his body......

Syllable!

Chekov discovered one thing, the Mexican in front of him moved faster and was more agile than him! The two small branch-like hands were dazzling, completing all the movements almost instantaneously, and preparing a killing move at the end. The opponent's elbow blow was aimed at the big neck tendon after pulling his body.

Chekov, who lunged forward, faced the same danger as Vik, but. Chekov, who has experienced countless lives and deaths, is 10,000 times more than a Vik thief.

Neck shrinking.

How could Chekov, the murderous technique in these troops, not be familiar? Not only is he extremely familiar with it, but he is also experienced in various battles, otherwise how could he reach out a big hand to control Vic's face before smashing it into the opponent's big neck tendon with one punch?

Syllable.

There was another crunch, the Mexican's elbow swept over Chekov's chin, he was slapped with a big mouth, and as he bent forward, he quickly turned his head to move to the side, and the moment he stood firm, the eyes of the Mexican changed when he turned his head to look at him, and his teeth were bitten in the resentful provocation of the corners of his mouth.

Chekov glared at him viciously, and slowly moved his right shoulder as if an enraged brown bear was about to roar at his opponent, and at that time, his right hand finally soothed a little from the paralysis, although he still felt a little pain with each movement, but it did not hinder his movements.

Click.

Chekov tore all the buttonholes in his weekend police uniform as he buttoned his hand to the placket, which was ripped open and then taken off with the explosive force.

Chest hair, as dense as the jungle, appeared under the street lamp, and Chekov showed off his towering trapezius muscles as beautiful as his armor while he was naked, and he didn't want to let the size of the suit limit his movements, but to exert every muscle in his body as it should.

Ga bar.

The Mexican's clenched fist made a skeletal stagger, and Chekov's reflexes were too fast just now that he didn't continue the pursuit after the elbow blow, and as a result, after his opponent took off his shirt, a guy who was more beautiful than Mr. Pageant's lines appeared in front of him...... If this guy were to smash his fist on himself with all his might, the power would ...... Mexicans don't want to keep thinking about it!

But the battle must go on!

Scold.

The Mexican rushed over because he saw that Pablo was running this way around the weekend and coming out of the Mexican restaurant, and if he didn't get rid of the stupid big guy in front of him as soon as possible, he might be in a one-on-three situation, so he ...... Kill!

He didn't have a choice.

And Chekov, whose right hand has been slightly relieved, and the one just now have become two people!

When the Mexican smashed a straight fist at Chekov's face, he didn't dodge at all, and the Russian brown bear, who was completely ignited by anger, stretched out his left hand to look at the opponent's arm and slapped it hard, and slapped the opponent's attack with a 'snap', allowing the hand to slide down on his side, and picked up his right fist and smashed directly into the opponent's lower abdomen.

Empty!

Although the Mexican's entire stomach was turned over by this punch, the force that penetrated through the body was like a big hand pinching all the organs in the body, which felt like someone was trying to grab the organs in the body alive, and he could only bend over and gasp for breath in pain.

The Mexicans understood that their attacks were nothing at all against the other, and every blow from this Russian was a heavy blow to himself.

He can't retreat. Take a step back and you'll face the fatal blow of this bear!

The ruthless Mexican endured a throbbing pain in his lower abdomen. At the same time, a backhand punch was thrown into Chekov's ear bone.

It was a desperate moment. He didn't care about the consequences of his opponent's attacks, and the Mexican burned with the last madness of his life.

Fight, he can only fight.

How could Chekov stand and be beaten, his right hand was already waving, and the pain from his shoulder could not stop the bruism of this bear at all!

He wants to give the opponent in front of him respect from the bottom of his heart, that is, he will do his best to knock down the opponent!!

Empty!

The huge fist slapped sideways, like a crane hanging two stone slabs swinging horizontally and then slamming them on the human body.

Mexicans are miserable. His fist did sweep Chekov's ear bone, but the opponent's huge force hit him directly in the face, and the impact made his head sink desperately to one side, and his whole body seemed to fall sideways.

He wanted to move his feet, he wanted to stop his fallen body, he wanted to barely kick the ground and continue to fight after a stumble, but none of this was possible!

Syllable!

Chekov reached out with his left hand in the direction of his opponent's fall and grabbed the face of the Mexican who was about to fall, and then his right fist was picked up again, and the bear slammed the brown bear with all the savagery in its rage, and the punch was already unbearable for the human body. And the second punch has more power than the last one!

Woo!

With his huge fist swinging in the night breeze, Chekov aimed the knuckles of his fingers at the Mexican's temple. Without sparing, he threw the second punch again.

Touch!!!

The moment the Mexican's cheek was covered by Chekov's left hand, he used his head to bear all the force of Chekov's blow, and when he was hit, the world in front of him suddenly appeared in the world of countless small whirlpools that rotated in the air, like dizziness caused by squatting for too long and standing up too violently, this dizziness gradually destroyed the whole world in front of him, followed by severe pain in the brain under the impact of the opponent's force!

He seemed to feel that something in his head was stretching out his hands and tearing bones along the gap in his skull, and the pain was not bearable at all, and at this moment, the pain in his waist and lower abdomen could no longer be endured, and the whole body seemed to be thrown into a meat grinder.

Airplanes!

At this moment, the sirens sounded, the red and blue lights around them were loud, and a series of police cars began to stop at two intersections of the road, and all the police who had arrived to support saw the last scene of Chekov's beating of the Mexicans as they got out of the car.

He raised his fist for the third time, this time Chekov let go of the hand that was holding the Mexican's cheek, and while swinging his right fist, his whole body began to spin violently to one side, the force of this punch completely exceeded the first time he hit the Mexican bald head, and when he rushed over with a gun, he thought that this Mexican might be killed by Chekov's punch!

Empty!

Chekov, who smashed a spinning hook into the Mexican's cheek, twisted his waist with his legs apart, and he swung his arms into a semi-arc to push the big fist out of his strength.

Syllable!

The Mexican, who had completely lost his ability to dodge in the last blow, was thrown sideways by the force before he could even make a headshake movement when the punch hit.

He couldn't stand still, and the remaining strength in his body couldn't support his body.

Not to mention him, it was impossible for anyone standing there to let Chekov punch him three times in the head.

Touch.

The whole world fell silent the moment that ruthless, tenacious body fell, and standing very close to Chekov on the weekend was like watching the finale of a movie, and the director of the film chose to show everything in the form of a silent film in the final scene, because it would be even more shocking.

The Mexican's shoulder hit the ground first when he fell, and then his head produced a rebound shake under the force of hitting the ground, and when the head was shaking and falling to the ground, the weekend dubbed this scene in his heart 'Dong' is obviously transmitted to the outside world but seems to be spreading from the bottom of the heart to the outside world, the fallen body because of the loss of strength support from the side lying posture turned outward to lie flat, when the Mexican's eyes appeared under the street lamp, the weekend actually saw that the eyes were oozing blood!

He was out of his way, and when he watched Chekov hit the opponent in the head three times in a row over the weekend, he knew that the Mexican was hopeless.

"Chekov!"

The moment Matthew stepped out of the police car, he saw the shirtless Chekov shaking his head vigorously, and he was not very comfortable, and the Mexican hit him in the earbone before he died, causing the ringing in his ears to this day.

Chekov glanced up and forward, patted his left ear with his right hand, which had completely lifted the skin near the phalanges and was bleeding, and turned his head to look at the weekend without wanting to say anything to Matthew, and smiled: "My partner, don't you want to say something about what just happened?" ”

He didn't know what to say at all, and he watched with his own eyes as the god-like man in front of him single-handedly opened up a street!

"Bastard, you-fuck-fuck-make me scared to watch a real-life Hollywood lone hero blockbuster! What more do you want me to say? At the end of the week, he said to the paramedic who came on a stretcher: "Doctor, my partner needs treatment!" ”

Pablo quickly ran over, stood in front of Matthew and said, "SIR, this time it was Chekov who saved us all, besides, I saw four Mexicans running in that direction, it's best to organize a hunt immediately......"

"Hey, guys!"

Nick shouted from inside a Mexican restaurant and threw six bags full of crystals out the window: "Guess what? I found a basement full of these things, and a Mexican lying shivering in the restaurant, I guess he was Hernandez! ”

Basement full of ice-poison??!!!

Matthew was stunned at the same time as the weekend, according to Nick, this Mexican restaurant probably had more than half a ton of goods! (To be continued......)