"Fuck, Male Gobi, it's so poisonous!" the younger brother spat and immediately started fighting with the riot police. Another younger brother on the side winked at him and immediately walked behind the policeman, holding up a steel rod.
A blow to the policeman's head.
Bang!
Immediately, blood started to pour out, as if a big hole had opened on the top of his head. Blood flowed out. The young man immediately picked up the bulletproof shield from the ground and rushed towards another policeman. With a successful example, the young men suddenly became indignant and excited.
, raised his shield and rushed out crazily.
The battle continued to heat up, and the police and Li Shaofeng's men fought continuously and fiercely. They all looked at each other with a pair of blood-red eyes, and if the other party made the slightest mistake, he would immediately deal a fatal blow. Li Shaofeng had always treated his subordinates.
With strict requirements and even more effort in training, this group of people can be said to be the most powerful new force in the Samsung battlefield.
Although they were neck-and-neck with the police at first, they were better because of their youth and endurance. After more than a month of training, their endurance improved a lot. They did not lose a single point when facing the police. Instead, they became more and more fierce as they fought.
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On the contrary, the police became more and more timid as the war progressed. After all, the police are people with families and cannot be compared with gangsters. This is just their job. They are paid to work for the people above them. They don’t have to pay for their lives.
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"Reverse, reverse!" Zeng Zhihua was trembling on the spot. The scene in front of him did not allow for any relaxation. Li Si and others could break through the defense line at any time, and then he would be unlucky.
"Niang Xipi, you are rebelling!" A young man used a steel rod to hit the policeman lying on the ground, and shouted angrily: "Do you know what you are? You are a slave of the people, let go
If the master doesn't serve you, you go to work for the vampires! I'm going to beat you to death. This slap is for your parents. I'm going to beat you to death. This slap is for the people..."
The little brother looked very funny, as if his father was giving a lesson to his son. He put his hands on his waist, sprayed saliva, and knocked hard with the steel rod in his hand. He targeted the weakest places, and that place was so painful.
