I looked out with the cat's eye, the cat's eye had a limited field of vision, but I could also see a few men wearing police multi-purpose uniforms and with a vicious face scurrying around the corridor opposite our door like rats, but although those men were menacing, shouting that they were from the police station, but from the habitual actions of those men who were used to leaning forward against the wall, I guessed that their real identities should be a group of gangsters who were used to fighting on the streets, but they were just pretending to be police officers at the police station. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because these gangsters fight and kill all day long, they always have to be on guard against being attacked by the enemy, so when walking in the aisle, they are generally used to sticking to the wall or other obstacles, which can effectively prevent others from sneaking up from behind, so as to concentrate on dealing with possible attacks in front.

", what are a bunch of bastards doing, let's cheat money, hehe" The fat man pulled me away, looked at it with cat eyes, and said disapprerovingly.

"Two foodies, I haven't seen it yet, they are carrying pig troughs for thousands of miles, specially for (feeding) you, hum......" Uncle Li looked at the fat man and me who were unaware of the danger, and sneered.

"How can you tell, no, can you hope that we will be better, this is not a good thing, you can pull it down, ah." The fat man glanced at Uncle Li and said with a smile.

"What are you laughing at, you can't see it, I can see it really, those eight lambs are noisy in their mouths, in fact, they are completely for us to listen to, I saw them force a few passengers who opened the door to see the excitement back into the house with knives, and then they all surrounded our house, you said, they didn't come at us, who was they at us." Uncle Li fell from mid-air and said to me and the fat man.

"By the way, look at these guys' dog-headed toad eyes, at first glance, they are just some scum with only a little brute strength, so what, my old man is also a generation of grandmasters, and he will not depreciate himself to fight with them, so I will leave it to you two brothers." Uncle Li yawned and pointed to the door, meaning that the two of us would go straight to the bastards.

The fat man and I looked at each other with a wry smile, and said in my heart that we are here to do great things, not to seek bad luck with these green-skinned ruffians, but if those grandsons are really coming at us as Uncle Li said, then this scuffle seems inevitable.

Those grandsons are also really cooperative, as soon as the fat man and I finished summing up, I heard a rough slamming of the door: "Open the door, we are from the police station, round the room, grind your mother, open the door quickly, fuck." ”

The fat man and I sighed, these days, how can there be so many second goods waiting for the knife with their necks stretched, they can make a car without scratching and pulling, grandma's.

Seeing that the door was about to be smashed by the thugs outside, the fat man and I had no choice but to open the door and look at the murderous men with helpless expressions.

"Fuck, why is JB opening the door so slowly, are you beating Miss inside and pulling your mother's calf, ah, we received a report that you are prostitutes, we want to search, get out." A pimple-faced, good-looking man reached out and dragged the fat man blocking the doorway, wanting to enter the house.

The fat man didn't move at all, just looked coldly at the men who had already touched their hands to their waists, ready to copy the guys, and a subtle sneer flashed across their faces.

"Fuck, you're pretty fucking stubborn, aren't you, coincidentally, your uncle, I like to be like you, exciting, yo ho, what the fuck am I talking about, isn't that a big girl, just say that you two b raised you didn't do a good job, that's not a chicken, that's what, everyone has stolen goods, oops, I'll grass your mother......" The grandson saw Shen Han and Lao Huo, the two pretty girls standing in the room with calm faces, and their eyes flashed, with a lewd smile on their faces, and their mouths were full of foul language.

My lungs and the fat man's lungs were about to explode, and before I could do anything, the fat man kicked his leg forward, and with one kick, he pouted on the "man's strengths" between the two straddles.

As soon as the fat man kicked and stunned one of their accomplices, the rest of the bastards were stunned, and after pulling the steel pipe and machete out of their waists, they pounced on the two of us.

The fat man reached out and grabbed the man closest to him, and a downpercut punch hit him in the abdomen, causing the guy to bend over and vomit sour water, and the fat man took the opportunity to clamp his head with his left arm, making him hunched over and his ass pouting, becoming the fat man's human shield.

The fat man's left arm controlled the human shield, and his right hand deftly pulled out a black iron sword from his back waist, and pointed the tip of the sword at those bastards who were screaming and rushing up: "Your mother, what's the matter, play hard with Fei Ye, come on, if I'm fucking afraid, I'll be beaten by you." ”

Beating, is the Northeast language, which means to create a villain, give birth to a child, in the Northeast language system, if a man says that if I don't do much, you will beat it, then eighty percent is really anxious, and then down, then it is easy to do it and move the knife.

Therefore, when the fat man finished saying this, the Xuantie sword in his hand slashed Huashan from top to bottom, and with a flash of white light, a bastard who copied the steel pipe screamed and fell to the ground, and a bloody hole like a catfish's mouth was cracked on his shoulder, and the blood rushed out.

The fat man's side moved, and my side was not idle, and as soon as the black smoke of my right arm came out, my right hand grabbed the right wrist of a bastard holding a machete like lightning, and at the same time bent the arm with my left hand, and drove my left arm to the bastard's right elbow with the strength of my whole body.

Listening to the bastard's cry of pain, his right hand was released, and the machete fell to the ground, and then the entire right arm fell softly and dislocated.

With a hook of my right foot, I picked up the machete on the ground and caught it with my right hand, and then looked at the bastards who had rushed under my nose, and the machete shook for a moment, and my right foot stomped violently at the chaotic feet below.

There was a "click", and a bastard with a beard on his face cried out in pain, and it seemed that the bones of his foot had been broken by me.

Seeing that the bastard subconsciously bent down and wanted to touch the soles of his feet with his hands, but the whole middle door was wide open, and the weak parts of the chest and back were exposed in front of me, I erected the blade of the knife and smashed the end of the knife to the back of his head, but then my heart was not hot, and my hand moved down a little, hitting the back of Ya's neck, and the guy immediately fainted, fell to the ground and convulsed.

As soon as the fat man and I made a move, we abolished the two bastards, and the rest of the bastards were somewhat intimidated, so they surrounded the two of us, trying to find out the flaws in the two of us and then kill the killer.

The fat man and I saw that the offensive momentum of those bastards was frustrated, of course we would not stop there, since we did it, we had to do it happily, and these bastards came very strangely, who was filming them, what was the purpose, we don't know anything about this, therefore, not only do we have to gather these bastards, but also have to leave a living mouth, so that we can torture to extract confessions, go to the tiger chair with chili water, pull out nails and nail bamboo sticks, and have to ask who sent them, damn it.

These bastards are not stupid, they all have rich experience in street fighting, as soon as they saw me and the fat man about to rush up, they hugged the two of us with a hula, and then a group of big men fell to the ground and rolled together, the scene was chaotic.

The fat man and I were pressed down by the bastards, and at this moment, some bastards reached out their knives (daggers) to strike their black hands and beckoned to the fatal places of the two of us.

I was startled, my heart moved, and the five fingers of my right hand were like iron hooks, and I was inserted into the right ribs of a bastard at once, and then I fought with one shoulder, and saw that the unlucky bastard picked it up, so that those bastards who wanted to stab the black knife could not see the target clearly and it was difficult to start.

In such a slow effort, the fat man roared, lifted a few bastards who were pressing him, shook his left hand, and also had an extra Xuantie sword, and then rounded his shoulders, opened the bow left and right, and opened the killing ring, for a while, the corridor was a ghost crying wolf howl, and blood foam was splashed everywhere.

In the chaos just now, the machete in my hand was gone, and I didn't want to activate the immortal bones in my body because of these little gangsters, so I spent too much true qi, so I touched my body indiscriminately, and I just touched the Type 92 police pistol under my armpit, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I took out my pistol, held the barrel of the gun, and smashed it at those bastards with the handle of the gun.

When I was a child, I liked to go to the police station where my father was located, and I often saw the policemen of my uncle's generation using the handles of the May Fourth military pistols they wore to cut down the bastard ruffians who were caught.

I didn't expect that today I would actually follow the example of my father's old policemen and stage a gun to repair the turtle hooligans for a while, which is really a bit of a son inheriting his father's business.

However, after a few strokes of the handle, I felt a little different, what's going on, the weight of this 92-type police pistol is much worse than the 54-style pistol, the 54-style pistol is powerful and heavy, a gun handle on the head, it was a triangular opening at that time, and the blood came out all of a sudden, which is absolutely deterrent.

However, due to the light weight of the gun body and the fact that the handle and the body of the gun are almost the same length, the 92-type police pistol is not easy to pick up, so that the strike effect is not as good as that of the 54-style pistol, and the whole person will be extinguished after the fourth or fifth blow.

However, what the fat man and I didn't expect was that just when my boss was dissatisfied, he slammed the handle of the 92-type police pistol, and many of the bastards who had broken their heads and bled saw the iron guy in my hand clearly, whistled and turned around and ran.

Fortunately, I had a hand with the fat man, and the fat man stepped on the bastard who had just recovered from his breath and was the first to be kicked by the fat man, and I pressed the bastard who was still convulsing by my knife, and grabbed two tongues.

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