On a road leading to the city, a man ran in front, and a large group of people with machetes and clubs chased behind. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The man in front ran so fast that he was obviously gradually widening the distance between him and a large group of people behind. If nothing else, running away is a certainty.

The distance between the two sides is thirty or forty meters, and this distance is gradually increasing.

At this moment, two small motorcycles rushed out from behind a large number of people, and soon caught up with the pilot who was running in front.

[Oh, Lao Tzu's point today is really back! ] 】

It had already run more than 300 meters, and the team behind him was also stretched into a long chain, and at this moment, the pilot heard the chirping of a small motorcycle behind him, and he couldn't help but think in his heart.

These people obviously wanted to wait for the pilot to run a few hundred meters, and then slowly concoct him when his physical strength was almost exhausted.

Unexpectedly, the pilot ran more and more cheerfully, and the speed was gradually accelerating, but a large number of people just arrived at the scene and were tired enough to choke.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two small motorcycles immediately chased after them to stop the pilot.

Even if there were five or six ordinary gangsters, the pilot still had the confidence to compete.

But there are also thirty or forty people chasing behind him, all knives, guns and sticks in hand, and the pilot can fight again.

As the saying goes: No matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives.

They are all mortal in the flesh, and if they are cut to the core, they will still die.

At this moment, the two motorcycles have caught up, and then there is a large number of people who persevere.

"You're so able to run, stop for Lao Tzu!"

To the left of the pilot, the thug sitting in the back seat of the scooter brandished the dagger in his hand and threatened the pilot.

The other scooter follows the pilot's right rear, ready to attack.

The pilot didn't pay any attention to what the thugs on the left were saying, and ran vigorously.

"Grass!"

The biker gangsters on the left jumped out of a classic national curse, although this sentence is only a short word, but it often represents the collapse of the two sides and is about to stage an all-out military action.

Needless to say, the two motorcycles began to approach the pilot.

The thug with the dagger looked at the disobedient pilot with an unhappy expression, and the pilot's lack of cooperation made him feel that his momentum was damaged. Secretly want to teach him a lesson, when the motorcycle approached the pilot, he suddenly stabbed the pilot in the shoulder with a dagger in his right hand!

Smack-

The pilot had been on guard for a long time, and this time he was stabbed in the air, but the pilot grabbed his wrist and pinched it fiercely.

Click――

After a crack of bones, the dagger in his hand fell, accompanied by the screams of the bastard killing pigs.

His wrist was temporarily obsolete.

And that's not all...

The pilot grabbed the bastard's wrist and jerked it back—

Ahh

A scream of terror was quickly drowned out by a thud, and the bastard lay on the ground with only a slight snort.

All the movements were as coherent as flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, this little cub with a dagger was solved by the pilot.

Maybe it would be a bit effective for this bastard to threaten ordinary people with a dagger, but when he met a soldier like a pilot who had seen blood on the battlefield and survived, it was really not enough.

A bastard was easily disposed of, and the pilot was not distracted at all on a bastard who was completely delivering food, and strode forward.

Without the thugs behind him, the man on the scooter swooped forward for some distance and then did a nice spin - his right leg firmly planted on the ground, and he used his right leg as the fulcrum to spin the bike 180 degrees!

The pilot was shocked, and in his eyes, the small motorcycle tilted and turned in front of him, the roaring motor was in his ears, and the spinning tires were under his feet!

"Think Yin Laozi, you're not qualified enough!"

It was too late, and then it was too fast, and the pilot jumped forward with a sudden force under his feet, and after a perfect volley, he jumped over the small motorcycle that had made the stumbling side, and landed firmly in front of him.

The thug on the scooter watched the pilot jump over his head with a beautiful somersault and his mouth wide open.

The next moment, the pilot stretched out his leg and kicked the motorcyclist in the right leg with a roundabout shovel, and before the little bastard's mouth could be closed, the shock in his eyes turned to panic.

With a thud, the scooter grabbed the thug's right leg, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

After the pilot roundabout the kick, he ran without looking back, not looking at what was behind him.

Another small motorcycle, carrying the thugs with iron bars, sped past, and rushed towards the pilot before he could run far.

This time, they learned well, and the small motorcycle rushed past the pilot's side, and the thug sitting in the back row picked up the iron rod in his hand and smashed it at the pilot's back.

Bang -

The pilot twisted sideways and threw himself to the other side, avoiding the vital point, but was still grazed by an iron rod on the shoulder.

With this dodge, the people behind him narrowed the distance by five or six meters.

The pilot was angry but did not dare to fight, and if he was dragged here, he would not be abolished by these people.

But this damn motorcycle started a guerrilla attack next to it, constantly harassing the pilot, making it impossible for him to move at full speed.

The chest that had eaten Yang Xiong's fist on the bus before had been aching faintly with the fast running, and the left shoulder and shoulder were grazed by an iron rod, and there was also a heart-piercing pain, and the pilot did not dare to stop to look at the shoulder injury, and ran towards the factory after getting up.

Call~~

There was a slight whirring sound in my ears, how could the wind be more and more clear.

"Oh no!"

The pilot suddenly became alarmed and quickly covered his head with both hands.

Let's go back to ten seconds ago.

The motorcyclist, who had been in the corner of the pilot's line of sight, silently slowed down until the pilot looked at them suspiciously and disappeared from his sight.

Immediately afterwards, the little cub adjusted his direction and hung directly behind the pilot, and suddenly began to accelerate, and the little bastard with the iron rod in the back seat threw out the iron rod in his hand against the pilot by inertia.

Bang -

With a muffled snort, the pilot stumbled and almost fell.

Glancing at the two little cubs with resentment, the pilot held a bad breath in his heart. Quickly glanced at a stick mark on the back of his hands that turned blue, wiped the blood flowing from the back of his head, and turned around without saying a word and continued to run.

The anger did not overwhelm the pilot's sanity, and his mind was extremely clear at the moment. He knew that he would not worry about running out of firewood to stay in Qingshan, as long as he passed today's pass, the unlucky ones would be the people behind him!

The two sides had already rushed out of the distance of more than half a kilometer in one go, and there were more than a dozen people hanging behind the pilot, less than 30 meters apart.

With such a momentary delay, the dozen or so people who followed closely behind him were a few meters closer to the pilot.

"Damn, I can still run here!"

The bastard who threw out the iron rod cursed, I have never seen a person who can run so far and resist so much!

According to the usual experience, this person who is still running should have lost his physical strength a long time ago, but today's situation is very wrong!

It's not surprising that there are quite a few people who can run so much, but after so many hits, can he still run so well, can't he be beaten with iron bones?

Can you run and resist beatings?

Today, I can't meet an iron-clad sandbag!

This bastard obviously has a bit of status and brains, and he has tried to consume the pilot's physical strength in various ways along the way, but now, his patience is obviously exhausted.

"Bump into him, just don't kill him! Come on, fuck it! ”

As the patience of the two bastards ran out, the little motorcycle began to sprint forward at full speed like an excited man. )