Yang Tianlong and the others hadn't reacted yet, so they couldn't help but say that this group of guys slashed at Yang Tianlong and their group.

Caught off guard, several militiamen were wounded by machetes.

However, Yang Tianlong's reaction ability was not weak, and while Raff and Vasily let the black militia carry the wounded guy away, they quickly organized a line of defense.

At this time, Yang Tianlong and the others found out that it was the group of blacks who were fighting with them in the parking lot just now.

At the moment, there were more than twenty of these black men, and I saw that they were all armed with machetes and wore small elastic vests, revealing a strong pimple flesh.

Yang Tianlong and the others picked up the table, chair and bench as a shield, and the other party tried it for a few rounds, and the plastic bench in their hands was looked at in a mess.

"Weren't you arrogant just now?" said the local black man, with a grim face.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Raff roared.

Raff's aura was already very sufficient, and such an angry roar shocked the group of black people a little.

The black man led by "Damn your people cleaned up our people...... didn't look very strong, but they were shrewd.

"Damn, that's not the first time you guys found fault. Raff said unceremoniously, "Do you want to fight?" ”

"...... , There are really guys who don't believe in evil, I saw that this guy is also tall and big, waving the machete in his hand and waving it fiercely towards Raff who picked up a plastic stool.

In fact, Raff has long been disdainful of this actual combat weapon, and when it comes to this actual combat weapon, the machete is not even as good as a wooden stick, at most it is just a flesh wound.

Raff was not afraid, and in the astonishment of everyone on both sides, he bravely met him.

The brave man won when he met on a narrow road, and the black man was not surprised to see that this sturdy white man was actually greeted without fear.

Raff can be described as a master of martial arts, and he is extremely skilled in mastering these psychological skills, and after seeing that guy was a little distracted, he suddenly threw the plastic stool in his hand in his face.

The black man was obviously mentally ill-prepared, and he panicked at once.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Raff suddenly stretched his long arm and grabbed the hand holding the machete.

The black man was not surprised to see that his hand was grabbed by this fellow, but when he was ready to exert himself, he found that he could not exert any strength at all.

Raff's movements were extremely swift and did not give the black man any chance to react at all.

With a twist of his wrist, the black man screamed in pain, and then Raff slammed another elbow into the man's chest.

The guy screamed hysterically again, and before he could react, Raff took a big stride and slammed it into the inside of his knee, and the guy fell to the ground in an instant.

In the midst of lightning, the black man, who was extremely arrogant just now, suddenly lost his combat effectiveness.

When he came to his senses, he saw that the bright machete was already on his neck.

"Ah......" The black man was very surprised, he didn't expect this white man to be so skilled.

"Put down the knife. The leader of the black gang couldn't help but shout.

Raff smiled coldly and said with a disdainful expression, "Are you so sick in the head? Now that your people are in my hands, you are asking me to put down the knife, which is really funny." ”

"Really? man. It was too late to say that it was too late, and then it was too late, and the black leader took out a pistol out of nowhere, and the black muzzle of the gun was suddenly coldly pointed at Raff's head.

The distance between the two sides is not far, less than five meters.

"Hit, ......," Raff said with a look of sin on his face, and he glared angrily, looking at the black leader with a vicious expression.

The black leader hesitated, the gun was the only one in their hands. He hasn't fired a gun since he bought it.

Suddenly provoked by Raff, the black leader's hand holding the gun trembled a little.

The muzzle of his gun even swayed up and down......

"I'll count to three, and if you don't shoot me, I'll kill you. Raff went wild like a bison galloping across the steppe.

“1......”

“2......”

......

Raff smiled sinisterly, and instead of shouting "3", he threw the machete in his hand at the black man again with a sudden suddenness.

The black man was startled, and when he was about to use his hand to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt as if his body bones had been electrocuted.

In an instant, the guy foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground with a bang.

People on both sides were stunned, and they didn't know what was going on.

Only Yang Tianlong showed a sly smile.

It is clear that the electric baton in his hand played a role.

At that time, this electric baton could not only be aimed at a black man, Yang Tianlong smiled, and quickly hit the electric baton in his hand at the other party again.

In a short time, seven or eight black men fell to the ground again.

The remaining two or three saw that the situation was not good, and hurried to seize the door and flee.

Vasily rushed out with the men at once, and soon caught two of them outside.

Plus this captive, there were three black men in total.

At this time, the shopkeeper was a little panicked, especially after seeing seven or eight black people fall to the ground, he was so frightened that he quickly picked up his mobile phone.

"Don't move. Yang Tianlong found the shopkeeper and was about to call the police.

This sentence was very calm, but it startled the shopkeeper, and he almost lost the mobile phone in his hand.

"These guys are fine. Yang Tianlong walked to the middle as he spoke, asked his subordinates to bring a few basins of cold water, and threw it at these guys who were temporarily in a coma, and soon, I saw these guys wake up from the coma one by one.

"Take them to the beach. Raff waved his hand and said with a vicious expression.

The militiamen were no worse than the local blacks, especially since they were trained to be much stronger and more agile than these thugs, so there was no problem at all with one bet on the other.

A brief examination revealed that three black militiamen on his side had suffered some skin wounds

Immediately, Yang Tianlong asked Vasily to drive to the hospital opened by the Chinese last time to take the injured for treatment.

"Give you $1,000 and don't pass it out. Although Yang Tianlong's voice was not loud, it sounded unusually sonorous and powerful.

The shopkeeper quickly nodded, indicating that he would not talk nonsense.

And for those guys who are looking for trouble, Yang Tianlong is not polite at all.