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Yin Yin still chose to use an electric baton and stabbed Scarface's chest.

In this environment, it is easy to stab people with electric batons, but on the contrary, it is difficult for a person to see electric batons, but Scarface is an exception, his eyes are the same as cats, and they definitely have night vision.

He snorted softly, lifted his arm to one side, and clamped the electric baton under his arm with extraordinary accuracy.

He was a strong man, holding an electric baton, and Yin Yin didn't pull it out after a few strokes. Scarface didn't punch or kick, but with his other hand, he touched his pocket, took out a syringe, and stabbed Yin Yin in the arm.

Needless to say, I know what is in this syringe, it must be the murder weapon that harmed Brother Liu. He also immediately wanted to give the medicine to Yin Yin.

Yin Yin knew the consequences, she was frightened, and she couldn't take care of the electric baton in an emergency, so she let go of her hand and retreated.

A small part of the medicine in this syringe has been injected, and I found that the medicine is really strong, and Yin Yin immediately shouted, "What a numb!" ”

Scarface threw the syringe away, and he didn't want the electric baton, he slyly laughed and swept it with his foot again.

As soon as Yin Yin lost his balance, he fell to the ground with a pop, and Scarface wanted to ride on her, if this is the case, he will be on Yin Yin and down, he can bully Yin Yin no matter how he wants.

When Yin Yin was fighting, I unscrewed Ge Luofang's bottle, originally I also understood, Ge Luofang can't be too much, but now I'm in a hurry, I care about that? The heart said that he was poisoned by Scarface, and he was unlucky, who made him a bad person?

I poured out half a bottle of the dose at once, and rushed out without saying a word. I played the abacus well, and secretly aimed at Scarface's nose.

But Scarface was so clever that he noticed me coming out. I used to secretly scold Scarface for being a donkey, but now I see that he has changed his career, and he is definitely a king eight, and his neck can contract freely, and he probably has practiced.

Seeing my handkerchief pass, he shrank suddenly. The handkerchief slapped on his head, and the sound of pia sounded a little disgusting.

Ge Luofang was very excited, Scarface was more or less affected, and he was a little confused, but he still consciously flew up and kicked me in the stomach.

It hurt me, as if a scalpel was scraping my internal organs, and I flew back a lot and knelt on the ground.

I said in my heart that he was so sad that he dared to kick me, and I fought with him. I struggled to my feet again, grabbed Glofon's bottle tightly, and slammed it into Scarface's head with all my might.

That's what I plan, won't he shrink his neck? My bottle of medicine, no matter which part of him is hit, as long as the bottle is broken, the potion will flow on his face, and I don't believe he can resist it.

Scarface was really hit, and I really hit him on the forehead, but there was an accident I didn't expect, this bottle was too hard.

There was a thud, and my arm shook.

I said to myself, Master, why are you so funny? What kind of plexiglass is used for this kind of bottle?

The bottle was not like a brick, it was a curved surface, and after smashing it so hard, Scarface was not seriously injured.

I threw the bottle away in a fit of rage. At this time, Yin Yin was also helping, her arm was numb, but she still had legs. She just lay on the ground and kicked wildly with her legs, trying to make Scarface unbalance, and lay down as well.

I saw that Scarface was so distracted by Yin Yin, so I quickly slipped behind him, pounced on him, and stuck my arms around his neck.

I wanted to stun him like this, and Scarface was uncomfortable, uh, but he didn't give up, and although he couldn't hit me for a while, he pushed back with his elbow.

I didn't have much experience in martial arts, and I was hit twice. I felt that it was so fucking painful that my whole rib felt like it was going to break.

If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely let go. But I understand that such a go-go is undoubtedly a tiger. I gritted my teeth and thought backwards.

Instead of retreating, I jumped at Scarface, stuck my legs tightly on his waist so that I wouldn't fall off, and I fell down with the upper half of my body, putting all the force in my hands and increasing the force of strangulation.

This is purely a dead knock, either he dies or I die.

The place where we fought hand-to-hand was, to put it bluntly, an aisle, not much space, Scarface shook a few times, trying to throw me down, and when he found that he couldn't do it, he put his energy on the living room again.

He was as strong as an ox, and he carried me into the living room on his back.

This living room has a set of sofas and a coffee table, which is old-fashioned and has an angular top. He stopped in front of the coffee table and turned again.

I immediately understood his intentions, he wanted to take me to the corners of the coffee table. What is this concept? I'm on my back, and the weight of both of us is on me, and I'm really going to crash into it, and I'm sure I'll die.

I didn't dare to drag it out like this, so I hurriedly jumped off him, but I was a little bored with this leg just now.

I swayed, softened, and sat down next to the coffee table. I have a hatred in my heart, I hate myself for being too uncompetitive, and at the critical moment, I am so soft.

When Scarface knew I was going down, he took a few steps back and turned around, trying to seize the opportunity and rush over to pick me up.

As I said before, he was a little confused, but he was too strong and wanted to run, but when he returned home, half of his shoes were taken off, and the laces were hanging dripping.

He made a big mistake when he stepped on the lace of his right shoe. He let out a scream, and the whole person fell and threw himself on the coffee table.

I was a little frightened, because I was cold, looking at Scarface's nervous masochism. But I won't let him breathe a sigh of relief.

I saw that he was humming and wanted to get up, so he pinched himself, was stimulated by a pain, and got up first.

I staggered over to Scarface, pulling his hair with both hands and slamming the corners of the coffee table with all my might.

I didn't count how many times there were, anyway, there were a few bangs, but Scarface's face wasn't dizzy, maybe I wasn't strong enough, he was hurt like this, but he was still a little sober.

I said in my heart that there was no way to go on like this, so I was ruthless, my hands stuck around his neck, and I sat down with his whole person.

My weight plays a decisive role. I sat on the floor, but Scarface's head slammed into the water chestnut of the coffee table again.

This time, the coffee table shook and moved, and the scarred face was soft and unconscious.

I was a little shadowy, and I was not at ease, so I quickly dragged Scarface to the ground, pulled out his trouser belt and mine trouser belt, and used the rope to tie his hands and feet.

Now I was relieved, took out my phone again, and looked at him through the light.

Blood gushed out of his head, and his face was half pulled. This frightened me, and I chuckled inwardly, saying that he should not die.

In fact, I deal with corpses every day, and I have seen even the most disgusting corpses, but people are so strange, let me fiddle with corpses, let me know that I killed this person, and it feels different.

I suppressed a panic in my heart and examined his wound. I almost laughed now, the wound just looked bloody, but it wasn't too serious, just stop the bleeding and get a few stitches. I quickly pressed his wound with the palm of my hand, so that the bleeding could be stopped quickly.

During this time, I also looked at Yin Yin and asked how she was.

Yin Yin said that it was okay, but it was very strange, and after a while, she struggled to get up from the ground, looked for electric batons all over the ground, and walked over vigilantly towards the door.

As soon as I saw this posture, my heart said, what's wrong? Is there still a danger?

I can't care about Scarface, anyway, if I delay for a while, he will bleed more. I ran over and came to Yinyin's side.

Yin Yin looked at the entrance door hesitantly and told me that she seemed to notice that there was someone outside the door just now.

I don't know how Yin Yin noticed it, but when I said this, I was sensitive. I thought in my heart it wouldn't be Scarface's accomplice, would it? So what are they doing standing in the doorway? Why don't you come in and come to the rescue?

I figured out a clumsy trick to it, so I kicked the door lightly, and the lights in the hallway came on.

I looked out through the cat's eye and wondered what was going on. But there was nothing outside.

My first reaction was, the hallway light is broken, right? I was about to say this to Yin Yin, but I suddenly thought of another possibility, could it be that someone deliberately covered the cat's eyes?

This is scary enough, who is so perverted to play this set?

Don't look at Yin Yin's arm is not very flexible, but after all, she is a police officer, she thought about it, asked me to prepare, and pushed the door open with one hand.

I watched the crack in the door widen a little bit, and my whole heart sank, but when the door opened, I didn't see anyone, I didn't encounter any danger, and the hallway lights were bright.

I wondered, why is there such a contradictory situation? I pretended to be brave again, and I found a bubble gum stuck to the cat's eye.

In my impression, when Yin Yin and I entered this house, the cat's eye was very clean, could it be that when Scarface came back, he deliberately used bubble gum to stick the cat's eye? It's just that Scarface's face is dizzy, and it's too late for me to ask anything now.

Yin Yin told me not to be stunned, come back quickly, closed the door again, and walked with me to Scarface's side.

The two of us squatted down one by one, and I asked Yinyin, "It's time for us to call Team Zhang and them over now, right?" ”

Yin Yin nodded, and then called. I felt like nothing was wrong for a while, and I was really tired, so I sat on the ground without feeling dirty.

But Yinyin fiddled with the phone for a while, but she didn't see a conversation, and she sighed. I can't say it in my heart, what's the trouble?