In the quiet night, it was as if I could hear a slight cracking sound of a policeman's chest ribs breaking.
The director was startled, and so were the other three men.
Without stopping, Tang Yebai punched a man on the chin, knocking out a few of his teeth. The man fell against the wall and bounced back, spitting out a stream of blood. Tang Yebai stepped on his face.
superior.
His eyes were as fierce as a demon.
"Tang...Tang...Mr. Tang..." The director stuttered in fright and was frightened.
The two people wanted to escape, but Tang Yebai grabbed them one by one, raised them with one hand, and smashed them against the bench nearby. One of them launched the weapon to hit Xia Chenxi.
Tang Yebai stopped him with his long legs and kicked him out like garbage. The man rolled around on the ground and hit his head on the corner of the table with blood on his face.
Another person was so frightened that he drew his gun, subconsciously defended himself, and pulled the trigger to shoot Tang Yebai.
"Xiao Li, put down the gun!"
However, it was too late.
Xia Chenxi's eyes widened at the side, and she saw Tang Yebai's figure running up quickly like a ghost, and slashed at the man's wrist with his knife. He almost pulled the trigger, and the pistol fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.
Tang Yebai grabbed the man's wrist, twisted it with his backhand, and broke the man's wrist.
He fainted instantly.
The chief and the other police officers were so frightened that they could not move.
This is a blatant assault on the police.
A blatant attack on the police.
Tang Yebai single-handedly killed several police officers who had graduated from the police academy and were very skilled. One of them even held a gun and almost pulled the trigger. How ridiculous was this?
Incredible speed.
Tang Yebai dealt with the four policemen, stood up, brushed the dust on his sleeves, and looked at the four policemen on the ground as if they were looking at garbage. One of them fainted, and the other three cried.
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He didn't move the gun, and Xia Chenxi saw a pistol on his waist. For some reason, she knew the name of that pistol, Desert Eagle, King of Pistols, the King of Pistols.
But he doesn't use it, he just uses this kind of close combat.
Create a combination of violence and beauty.
In fact, in a man's world, fists are king, and pistols are just tools for killing people. A truly powerful competition is always about fists.
Speed, beauty.
Tang Yebai was wearing a sky blue silk shirt, black trousers, and his sleeves were half rolled up. He looked very elegant, elegant yet ruffian, and tall yet powerful.
When he does it, every move combines strength and beauty.
He perfectly explains what the beauty of violence is.
This person's skills can almost be used as a model teaching material for agents and mercenaries in close combat.
Lin Ran almost whistled. It had been many years since he saw Tang Yebai take action. In the past few years, he had become lazy. He always used a gun and there were always people around him. It was rare to see him take action like this.
It's really enjoyable.
Really, watching Tang Yebai fight is a visual enjoyment.
The director wiped the sweat from his head and turned pale with fright. But this person was Tang Yebai and he couldn't afford to offend him.
He moved a finger and the police station was wiped out like a fly.
"Mr. Tang, Miss Xia's injury should need to be treated." After all, the director has seen some things in the world and has finally stabilized. At this moment, he just wants to ask this giant Buddha to leave the police station.
If I can't afford to offend him, can I still afford to hide?
Tang Yebai glanced at them indifferently, "You know how to handle the monitor tonight."