The key to slashing and fighting is a psychological advantage. Since our debut, we brothers have been fighting fiercely, with tens of thousands of milliliters of blood flowing out. We are still afraid of a few gangsters with broken machetes, so our psychological
The advantages are incomparable to these gangsters, to paraphrase Wang Mumu.
We now specialize in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction!! If you pretend to be a b, you must be kicked in the face!!
Mu Ye didn’t know today whether *** wanted to show off in front of the newcomers or whether he had really drunk too much. Anyway, he was extremely violent. After rushing towards the crowd, he jumped up and chopped off a young man’s face.
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Fighting is not a martial arts movie. Like what you see on TV, you can chop down with a knife and still be able to block it with a fucking knife. This kind of situation is completely ridiculous in reality. In most cases, even if you chop down, you miss the target.
It can definitely be cut elsewhere.
"Pfft!!"
Wang Mumu was the first to sound the clarion call for battle, and slashed the man's face with a knife. Blood spattered, and the blade went directly to the left side of the man's face. The paralyzed scene was a bit bloody.
Then Dakang and Chenchen, two super tough men, swung their pickaxes at the young man who was chopped down.
"Peng!!"
The young man who was chopped down directly knelt on the ground, and then you see, a large knife was struck, and the Canadian army stabbed him like raindrops. Ten seconds later, a bloody man who was unconscious on the ground was born, with not a fucking piece of his body.
Good place.
Just when we were slashing at the unlucky guy lying on the ground, the crowd also rushed over and we fought together. I was the first to lose. I don’t know who hit me on the head with a steel pipe.
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Then I saw a young man with his mouth open and making an extremely disgusting scream, stabbing Tang Biao in the thigh. Tang Biao was in the middle of revenge, and he was slashing so hard that he didn't even see it.
I wanted to go there, but there were too many people and it was crowded. Just when I wanted to shout and remind him, a figure nearly two meters tall kicked away a young man holding a pipe knife, and then blocked Tang Biao's path.
behind.
"Pfft!!"
The knife pierced Dakang's leg. After the man stabbed him, he looked up and saw that it was a strong, dark-looking man among them. He immediately wanted to draw the knife, but it was obviously a little late.
Dakang frowned, gritted his teeth, grabbed the man's dagger-holding wrist with his left hand, and then broke it downwards. The man's wrist joints hurt and he let go of the dagger.
"puff!!"
Dakang directly pulled out the dagger with his left hand, and then without blinking, he suddenly waved his arm and plunged it into the man's shoulder. Then he grabbed the man's hair with his left hand, and swung the pickaxe handle with his right hand and pointed it directly at his head.
Go up and hit it hard twice.
Tang Biao looked back at Dakang and blocked the knife for him. Then he immediately became angry and his eyes glowed red. He dropped the machete in his hand, took the young man from Dakang's hand and fought him directly. I
Looking at this scene, I immediately remembered Clark’s special move when I played King of Fighters 97.
Tang Biao first took a running start, then carried the young man on his back and slammed his head against the glass of the black Jetta.
"Peng!"
The young man's head hit the glass, but the glass was not broken, but the idiot who was hit was obviously confused and couldn't even struggle!
"Peng!! Peng!"
"Grass mud horse!! I will fucking kill you!"
Tang Biao pulled the man's hair and hit the glass hard, hitting it four or five times in a row. The glass was already broken, and the glass particles made tiny scratches all over the man's head and face.
The wound, blood flowed down the neck.
"Okay!! Don't fucking hit me!! Someone will die in a moment!!" Na Yu hugged Tang Biao's lower back and shouted.
After Tang Biao stopped, he sat directly on the ground and gasped for breath. The people opposite us had basically dispersed by us, and only the damn ones were left. There were glass fragments, machetes, military thorns, and steel pipes all over the floor.
Pickaxe handles and pools of blood.
"Run!!" Somebody in the rest of the crowd shouted, and then they scattered and ran away.
In fact, it's not that they are timid, nor is it how courageous we are, it's because of the issue of stance. They are bastards and they will still be bastards after they run away. No one will call them baskets or cowards.
But we are different. Our eldest brother, Brother Xu, is a prominent figure in this city, and we are the core members of Brother Xu’s gang. When Brother Xu is not around, our group of people will represent Xu in a certain period.
Brother, so who the hell can run, we can’t run, even if we are scared!! We can’t run either!!
"Grass mud horse! Are you chasing me??" Qingzhong reached out and touched the wound on his back and asked the rest of us.
"No... chase... no chase..., my fucking lungs... are about to explode!!" Wang Mumu lay directly on the Jetta and vomited.
We all felt sick in our stomachs because we had just finished drinking, but we couldn't hold back from vomiting. After all, no one was like Wang Mumu, who was astonishingly thick-skinned.
I looked around. Most of the people we beat away didn't go far. They were just wandering around, making phone calls. There were two possible reasons why they didn't leave.
1. Call someone, organize your formation, and continue working with us.
2. Some of them were beaten by us until they were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. They wanted to wait until we left before coming to pick them up.
"Let's go!! Go to the hospital!" I rested for a while, then stood up and said to the others.
"Brother Fei! What's going on with these people! Are they going to die?" Na Yu looked at me and asked, maybe he was afraid of beating people to death.
"Haha, it's okay. If you can't die, just throw it away!" I put my arms around his neck, gave him a comforting look, and then led him towards my rrv4.
"Puff...!!"
Just when we were about to get in the car, Tang Biao picked up the pickaxe handle on the ground and smashed several cars in a row before getting into Dakang's car. This shows how angry and vengeful this kid is...
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Several of our brothers had injuries to one degree or another, but they were not serious. Maybe it was just the wound on JB Qingzhong’s back that was quite long and needed stitches.
After a bloody battle, Dakang and I drove away in a swaggering manner. After we had walked about four to five hundred meters, those people ran towards the Jetta convoy and did not dare to stop us at all.
After more than a month of calm, we were collectively injured again and rushed to the hospital, but this didn't mean the end of the battle, it was just the beginning of a series of fierce battles. There was no way, we fucking needed to rock again!!
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But on the way to the hospital, I asked Nayu why they were blocked, and then I realized that the trigger of this battle was how shocking the *** was...