In the silent night, let the Buddha hear a policeman-the ribs of the chest broken, the slight click.
The director was startled, and the remaining three men were also startled.
Tang Yebai paused, punching, smashing to a man's chin, hitting his teeth a few, people fell on the wall, bounced back, and spit out a bloody water. Tang Ye Bai stepped on his face
superior.
Emerald is like a magic.
"Tang ... Tang ... Mr. Tang ..." The director was frightened and frightened.
The two people wanted to escape, but were grabbed by Tang Yebai in one hand, raised one hand, and smashed into the bench on the side. One of them launched into Xia Chenxi.
Tang Ye's long legs stopped. If they were kicked out of garbage, the man rolled around the ground, his head hit the corner of the table, his blood was with a blood.
Another person was scared to pull the gun, subconsciously defended, and shot the trigger to Tang Yebai.
"Xiao Li, put down the gun!"
However, it is too late.
Xia Chenxi's gaze was open, but he saw Tang Ye's figure like a ghost, and quickly rushed up. His knife split towards the man's wrist. He almost pulled the trigger, his pistol fell to the ground, and he groaned.
Tang Yebai grabbed the man's wrist, twisted his backhand, and broke the man's wrist.
He fainted instantly.
The director, and the rest of the police officers were scared.
This is a blatant attack on the police.
Public attack on the police.
Tang Yebai was so single-shot in the police-inspection bureau to cut melon and vegetables to solve several policemen who graduated from the police academy and were very powerful. One of them was still holding a gun and almost pulled the trigger.
The speed of fierce.
Tang Yebai resolved four police officers-Chasa, stood up, and brushed his sleeves to put the Buddha on his sleeves. I didn't know if there was any dust.
Then, then
He didn't move his gun. Xia Chenxi saw a pistol on his waist. If he didn't know why, she knew the name of the pistol, the king of the desert, the king of pistols, and the king's style in the pistol.
But he didn't use this kind of close -up.
Play a combination of violence and beauty.
In fact, the world of men, fists are king, pistols are just murderous tools, and truly powerful competitions are always fists.
Speed, beauty.
Tang Yebai was wearing a sky blue silk shirt, black trousers, and half -sleeves. The whole person looked very elegant, elegant without losing his breath, long -lasting without losing the sense of power.
When he was doing it, he moved and combined the strength and beauty.
He perfectly interprets what is the beauty of violence.
This person's skill can be used as a model textbook for agents and mercenaries.
Lin Ran had almost a whistle, and had not seen Tang Ye's hands on it for many years. In recent years, he became lazy, always using guns, and there were often people around him. Rarely, he rarely saw him.
It's really enjoyable.
Really, looking at Tang Yebai fighting, it is a visual enjoyment.
The director wiped the sweat on his head, scared his face white, but this person was Tang Yebai, he couldn't afford it.
He moved a finger, and the police-inspection bureau was destroyed like a fly.
"Mr. Tang, Miss Xia's injury should need to be dealt with." After all, the director of the director had seen some worlds and finally stabilized. At this moment, he just wanted to ask the Buddha to leave the police-inspection bureau.
I can't afford it, can I hide it?
Tang Ye had swept them indifferently, "Tonight's monitor, how do you know how to deal with it."