"That's what it feels like to kill someone," his eyes cracked, and his eyes were filled with sorrow and hatred, "It's much easier than hunting those animals in the Banna rainforest!" He raised his eyes to look at the three drunks on the other side, forcibly suppressed the idea of eating these people's skins, and pretended to stretch out his index finger to them easily, hooking it.

The three drunks are you look at me, I look at your big eyes, when the task was assigned before, the second leader Chen Daguo slapped his chest so loudly that he swore to ensure that the young herdsmen detained in the No. 3 detention room had been firmly handcuffed and allowed to be slaughtered by them, and after the four of them entered, they only needed to catch the young herdsman and beat him to death.

It's just that the mustachioed drunk is being kicked to death by the young herdsman in front of them, and they finally understand one thing: that is, tonight either they can get out alive, or the young herdsman can get out alive, and there is no other choice.

"Come, follow me!"

The bearded drunkard was a practitioner with a bit of martial arts in his hands, and as he spoke, he trotted two steps forward and kicked his right leg towards his bone-spitting left temple.

Tu Gu smiled coldly, jumped up on the spot, stretched out his left arm, so that his head and left shoulder were as high as the whip leg of his beard, but deliberately let his left rib show a flaw.

"Poof!"

The left rib of the spitting bone was firmly struck by the whip leg, but the condition of the beard seemed to be even worse, and by the time they both landed, his right leg had been firmly clamped by the spitting left arm, and he could not move.

"Oh no!" said to the beard, desperately trying to break free from the clamp of Tu Guhun and retract his right leg, but Tu Guhun seemed to move more quickly, and his right fist slammed into the knee joint of Luo Hu's right leg with a big circle.

"Click!" I saw that the knee joint of the right leg of the beard was concave in an arc in the opposite direction, and the knee cartilage and cruciate ligament had been shattered.

"Ah——!h

Tu Guhun left arm released the right leg of the beard, took a small step forward, the right hand buckled the thumb on the index nail, the second bone joint of the index finger protruded forward, the thumb and index finger buckled into a phoenix eye, and then poked at the Adam's apple on the neck of the beard.

"Click!" the Adam's apple of his beard collapsed.

"Goo!"

I saw that the beard and eyes were protruding, the five orifices were bleeding, his hands were holding his neck, his face was purple, there was only air in his mouth and nose, and he took a few steps back, and fell straight to the ground and died.

"This 'Phoenix Eye Fist' is so powerful?" muttered to himself like a madman, looking down at his right fist, "No wonder Hong Xiguan, the founder of 'Hong Fist', died under this fist." ”

"Help, kill!" he cried out for help in less than two minutes, two dead men, and the homeless man who had been cowering in a corner of the detention cell from the beginning almost broke down.

Tu Guhun ignored the outcast's call for help, but stared at the two drunk men in front of him and asked coldly, "Who kicked me in the back just now?"

"It's him!" said the two drunks in unison, pointing their fingers at each other, and then they were embarrassed to find that the other was referring to them.

"Hmph," Tu Guhun looked at the funny scene, "Very well, that is, you two have a share!"

"Boy, don't be so mad," the tall drunkard scolded angrily, as if he had put life and death on the line, "don't think we're afraid of you......"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two drunks only felt that a phantom flashed in front of them, and before the words of the poor tall drunk's mouth were finished, he had been hit in the chest by his bone-pounded right shoulder, as if he had been hit by a heavy truck, and the tall drunk flew backwards and stuck to the back wall, and then slid to the ground, and the back of his head was shattered and drew a shocking blood stain on the back wall, and he died of anger.

"I'm fighting with you!" The last drunk's psychological defense line had collapsed, and he waved his fist at Tu Gu Hun regardless of it, completely a street scoundrel with the kind of unruly "Wang Ba Fist" fight.

Spit bones and his whole body deviated slightly, and the drunken man's fist grazed the tip of his nose.

"Die!!"

Dodging the fist, he shouted, and his body soared into the air like an eagle falcon, and while hanging in mid-air, his fists slammed into the temples of both sides of the drunkard, only to see the drunkard's body suddenly freeze like an electric shock, and then fell to the ground.

"Ahh

After a few breaths, two more people died, and the homeless man was already gone, and the cries for help were even more heart-wrenching, and they seemed to have had an effect—only the "crunch" sound, and the iron door at the other end of the corridor opened.

"What are you yelling about?!" someone on the other end of the hallway asked, "You're fucking dead daddy?!"

As the interrogation came, the "poof" of the No. 1 and No. 2 detention cells came to an abrupt end.

"Help, kill!" The homeless man heard the question from the other side of the corridor as if he was ushering in a savior, and his voice rose more than an octave, "Come on, kill someone! Help!"

"What the fuck is noisy!" the voice on the other end of the corridor cursed loudly, and then there was a rush of footsteps from far and near, and three officers on duty were on duty, two of whom held a police shield in their left hand, a baton in their right, and a pistol in their hand.

The three police officers on duty went to the iron door of the No. 3 detention room and looked inside the observation window, but found that the observation window had been covered by a piece of clothing, and it was impossible to observe the situation inside the detention room from the door, but the cries for help from inside continued.

"Fuck, who did it!!!" scolded the sturdy police officer at the head, who immediately untied the key from his belt and unlocked the lock on the iron door.

In the police station, it is common to block the observation window of the detention cell, and there are always some daring people who dare to do some illegal things even if they enter the detention room of the police station, and the purpose of blocking the observation window is to prevent the police officers on duty from seeing the situation inside, and in the past, once this happened, all the suspects in the detention room would be taken away from the police and reassigned to the cell immediately in exchange for a beating by the police officers.

"Bang dang!"

The moment the iron door of the No. 3 detention room was opened, a thick bloody aura rushed towards him, and when he heard a soft "bang", the cry for help was immediately dumb.

"What?!"

The three officers on duty who rushed into the detention room were stunned by the extremely bloody scene in front of them - four big men fell in a pool of blood and were already exhausted, and when they were stunned, the three of them suddenly felt a dark wind blowing in their faces, and then the chubby police officer with a gun in his hand had fallen out of the door on his back with his face facing the sky.

"Phew!"

The gun went off, but the bullet went down the chubby officer's back and hit the ceiling in an arc with his right hand as he fell.

"Poof!"

The chubby officer's back hit the ground heavily, and he took advantage of the situation to roll backwards and try to stand up immediately, but saw a leather boot kicking him in the jaw, and he couldn't dodge.

"Boom!"

The chubby police officer was kicked in the jaw, and he fainted with a muffled snort.

"Be careful!

The sturdy police officer at the head shouted loudly, and he and another police officer quickly turned around and saw a young man dressed as a herdsman next to the faint and chubby police officer who had fainted and was bending down to pick up the pistol, holding it in his hand and rubbing it with skillful movements.

Guns are naturally no strangers to the bear clan who live on nomadism and hunting, and young people like Tu Guhun who have been tempered by life and death on the way to escape know firearms well.

"Don't move!" The sturdy police officer put the police shield in his hand in front of him, held the baton in his right hand and was on high alert, and said sharply: "You dare to attack the police? This is a capital crime!"

Tuguhun didn't pay any attention to the two frightened police officers, but leaned down and reached into the waist of the chubby police officer for a while, then took out a bunch of keys, walked straight to the door of Detention Room No. 2, and began to try to open the door.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, the three police officers did not carry walkie-talkies as required, which caused the remaining two police officers to be unable to call for support for the time being, and could only hope that the police officers outside could hear the gunshots inside.

Tuguhun selected the key with the word "No. 2" clearly affixed to it and inserted it into the keyhole of the iron door of the No. 2 detention room, and with one twist, the lock was opened.

"Bang dang!"

Tu Guhun pulled open the iron door of the No. 2 detention cell.