Duchenne took advantage of the time to share the task with me, he pointed to the two motorcycles behind him and said, "Li Feng, these two are 'handed over' to you, and the other three are 'handed over' to me, how about it?" ”

I said that it was no problem, but I said so, but my heart was not so steady, because I don't know what these people are.

The five motorcyclists are 'very' strong, and they often play with each other at a glance, and the first three are still watching the two of us, but the two motorcycles behind them are moving.

They roared with oil and drove towards us one after another.

Du Xing and I agreed that these two motorcycles belonged to me, and I didn't wait for anything, so I turned around and greeted them.

I thought they would get out of the car and fight me, but they didn't mean to, and they seemed to have made up their minds and were going to run me over with their motorcycles.

The two motorcycles were not moving at the same speed, and one of them came to me first, and he deliberately dangled his front wheel, on the one hand, to scare me and create pressure, and on the other hand, to make me 'figur' his next motive.

I can't be consumed by him, let alone dragged by him, otherwise when these two motorcycles come over, I will strike left and right to ensure that I am 'ruined'.

I have a stupid trick to deal with him, although the action is not elegant, but it is practical. I counted my chance, jumped up, and kicked him.

I also blame this motorcycle driver for being careless, I didn't expect me to come to this hand. I kicked him in the shoulder, but it wasn't very powerful, it just kicked him and staggered, and even shook the motorcycle a little.

But before I could finish my attack, I reached out and grabbed his shirt and pulled it to the side. The force I used this time was not small, and he was already stumbling, so he was directly dragged out of the car by me, and he came to the front with eight legs.

If I had made up for it a few more times, I would have been able to 'stun' him, but there was no time left, and the other motorcyclist arrived.

He saw everything that had just happened, and he knew how his accomplice had been defeated, and he wanted to use the same tricks against me, but with a little bit of new 'tricks'.

He was so good at driving that he suddenly lifted the car up and lifted the front wheel off the ground. I looked at the wheels of the car, which was almost at the same level as my chest, and knew that it was impossible to use the flying kick trick.

In a short period of time, several thoughts flashed through my mind, all of which were various ways to deal with them, but none of them made me feel that I could do it.

In order to delay for a while, I had to step backwards and backs to open up space for both of us, and I still ran to the side of the road.

The side of the road is full of dirt walls, and it is an advantage for me to lean against the dirt wall, if the motorcycle does not hit me, it will hit the wall, and the driver will fall if he doesn't get it.

He also had scruples about this, so he temporarily adjusted the motorcycle to an angle and tried to cut the wall to walk. I was not afraid of him, and when the opportunity came, I hurriedly ducked to the side, and then came around the motorcycle to him, and smashed my elbow at his helmet.

I didn't want to 'make' him multiple injuries, I just wanted him to lose his attack power and be caught by me, and then take him back to the police station for interrogation.

My elbow only made him dizzy, and I dragged him out of the car and cut him twice in the neck.

But this bandit was unexpectedly tenacious, not only did he not faint, but he also recovered, and he used his hands and feet to fight me. On this rainy day, he was not too dirty, so he lay on the ground with his back to the sky, kicking and scratching.

I was 'tricked' by him, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

Before I could catch him, there was a sudden popping sound in the distance, as if someone was knocking on something. I knew the other three motorcyclists must be attacking.

I hurriedly took two steps back, turned my head to look ahead of the alley, and I didn't notice when it started, when the three drivers all took out a small machete, and they slapped the motorcycle with the machete, 'making' a series of sounds.

My heart tightened, and my heart said that the big head was here, and I was dealing with two ponies just now.

The pony boy who had been lying on the ground saw that I was relieved of him, and hurriedly got up from the ground, turned his head and fled. I really don't want him to escape, but if I chase him, I don't worry about Duchenne, I'm afraid that he will suffer a loss with one enemy and three enemies, especially since these three enemies still have knives.

Finally I sighed and watched the pony disappear from under my nose. I leaned over to Duchenne again and asked him how he would cooperate.

Duchenne didn't look anxious at all, he waved to me and told me to go and stand by the wall, without 'interfering'.

I know Duchenne's temper, especially since he is still such a hot-blooded man, if I insist on 'interfering', I will have a kind of contempt for him. I had to listen to his advice, but I made up my mind that if the situation was really wrong for a while, I didn't care if he liked it or not, and I would definitely help in time.

The two of us were drenched in the rain for a long time, and our whole bodies were wet, especially at night, when the temperature was still low, which made me feel the urge to tremble, but Duchenne and I didn't care, Duchenne stood motionless, looking at the three enemies coldly.

After such a stalemate for a short time, the three enemies made some moves, and the motorcycle driver in the center suddenly sprang out of the car and crashed straight towards Duchenne.

See if a person can drive a motorcycle, just taste a few movements. The driver who hit him was definitely an expert in driving motorcycles, and this was only a long distance, he insisted on raising the speed of the car to seventy or eighty miles, and he dared to hold the handlebar with one hand, and free one hand to hold the machete.

I understand what he means, he wants to use the speed of the car to dance the machete, this is not small, as long as it touches the edge, it can seriously hurt Duchenne.

When I saw this, my palms were sweaty, especially when Duchenne was still motionless, which made me wonder what he was scheming about.

In fact, this motorcycle collided, that is, it was a matter of a moment, but it gave me the feeling that this moment was very long, and I watched the motorcycle get closer and closer, and my heart beat faster and faster.

The motorcycle driver was about the same as I thought, and when he got closer, he looked at Duchenne and didn't say anything, and he still laughed, as if he had a chance to win.

But he underestimated Duchenne, and suddenly, Duchenne ran up with a loud shout. I've been in contact with Duchenne for a long time, and I know what he is capable of, but he still makes me stunned when he runs now.

He's a lot more terrifying than before, and he's more than a notch better, and I suspect it has something to do with his drinking of 'medicine'. He hadn't gone a few steps before he had increased his speed and rushed towards the motorcyclist.

The motorcycle driver didn't expect Duchenne to be so rebellious, he was a little flustered for a while, he twisted the handlebars, and wanted to pass by Duchenne.

Duchenne didn't give him a chance, but also seized the opportunity, pinched the angle, and pounced. Duchenne jumped really high, and made his body completely horizontal, and the whole horizontal line was like a cannonball, and his shoulders were loaded on the driver's chest.

This was Duchenne's usual trick, but this time he improved it. Under such a big impact, the driver was hit and fell off the car and sat on the ground with a pop.

Not to mention whether he could stand up or not, his whole body was limp, his head was drooping, and he obviously fainted.

Duchenne didn't have anything to do, he got up from the ground lightly, and without resting, he continued to rush forward at full speed.

I felt the urge to 'rub' my eyes, and I couldn't believe that this scene was Duchenne's masterpiece. It's not that I look down on him or anything, but I feel that this series of actions is almost beyond the limits of human beings.

The other two drivers realized that it was not good, they looked at each other, and they both raised their machetes and fueled their motorcycles, wanting to have a hard time with Duchenne.

They were both wearing helmets, and I couldn't see any expressions on their faces, but the way they slowly raised their knives, I felt that they lacked confidence.

Duchenne was not afraid at all, the speed was getting faster and faster, and a phantom appeared behind him, I looked at this from a distance, and thought of a word to describe him, locomotive!

Perhaps frightened by Du Xing's action of hitting people just now, or perhaps shocked by the aura emanating from Du Xing's body, these two motorcycle drivers were finally timid, and they were still timid to the end.

The two of them collapsed, and they threw out the machete like a flying knife in a daze, and even abandoned the motorcycle, got out of the car and swished away.

I suspect that the IQ of these two drivers has definitely dropped to zero, and they are all governed by the instinct of the body, and I think to myself, don't they know that they can run faster on a bike?

But I wouldn't remind them, so I hurriedly rushed out and shouted to Duchenne, "Big oil, one for each person." ”

Two motorcyclists had already escaped, and I didn't want to let them go. Duchenne also understood what I meant, and he pointed to one of the drivers, and then to himself, which meant that the man belonged to him.

I focused on the other man, but the two drivers ran separately out of the alley, and Duchenne and I had to say goodbye briefly.

I found that I was lucky, the driver I was chasing was a little lame, and he was running up to the top and not too fast, and I thought to myself that this was good, and it was only a matter of time before I could catch him.

He also found that he couldn't outrun me, and after escaping for a while, a garbage heap appeared in front of us, which was very dirty, especially soaked in rain, and at first glance it looked disgusting.

I convinced the motorcyclist driver, who had just skimmed his machete and now picked up garbage as a weapon.

There happened to be a basket on the garbage heap, so he picked it up and threw it at me.

I chased people, and I didn't care if it was dirty or not, so I hurriedly pushed my hand and pulled the basket aside. But I didn't expect this basket to contain a bunch of rotten cabbage, and when I pulled it like this, the basket overturned and the cabbage fell to the ground.

The motorcycle driver is probably tired of escaping, and the "sex" is consumed with me in this garbage heap, what does he pick up, and he doesn't care about anything, all to me.

All of a sudden, all kinds of canned food bottles, leftover meals, including watermelon rinds, came. I didn't care about being dirty before, but I also have a bottom line.

I thought to myself that he wouldn't be able to escape anyway, and I didn't want to make myself dirty because I was in a hurry to catch him, so I made up my mind to hide for a while to avoid the garbage that came in.

But the driver is still addicted, what kind of feeling does it give me, he will never stop unless he skims off this large pile of garbage.

I also lost my temper for a while, and I felt that this guy was a bit excessive, and he was arrested if he was arrested, and he couldn't bury the police like this. I looked at my feet and saw a big cabbage head, which was rotten and hot, but it looked a little heavy.

I used it as a weapon, picked it up at once, and skimmed at the motorcyclist, which was a helpless confrontation. I found that I was on the right track, and I was able to catch up with that inch, and the cabbage head hit the motorcyclist's helmet and slammed it all on.

The motorcycle driver couldn't see the 'color' in front of him for a while, and the whole person panicked, and picked it up with his hands, but I was very satisfied with his performance, and I also leaned over in time to take him down in one fell swoop.

And at this moment, gunshots were heard in the distance.

Three gunshots broke the silence of the rainy night, and the gunshots were more like a sharp blade, poking directly into my heart.

Duchenne and I didn't have guns, so who fired them? Especially looking at the position, it is also the direction in which Duchenne is chasing the enemy.