The hermit with a gloomy face smashed the chair that a gangster threw at him with one punch, and then grabbed the gangster's neck with his right hand.
"Don't, don't kill me, I, I, was forced too."
The hermit gritted his teeth, took deep breaths, and tried hard to control his murderous aura. He was a soldier, and even if these guys were guilty, he couldn't kill them indiscriminately.
He slowly let go of his hand.
call.
puff.
His body shook, he lowered his head and looked at the switchblade that had sunk into his stomach, then his expression suddenly changed and he kicked it.
boom.
Boom.
The little bastard flew out directly, hit the wall, and landed on the ground with a look of pain on his face.
The hermit was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He covered his stomach with his hands and blood kept dripping down.
Deng Deng Deng.
On the second floor of the bar, footsteps were heard, and a tall guy appeared with a group of people. There were dark green tattoos on his chest and arms, which would give ordinary people chills at the first sight.
.
Deng Deng.
Qinglang came down with the gangsters carrying machetes and steel pipes, and surrounded the hermit in the middle.
"Just because you want to see our boss?" Qinglang sneered with disdain, "Huh, what qualifications do you have? I'm warning you, don't make trouble. If there is a next time, believe it or not, that sick young man in your family will
Woman, I’ll catch you and pick up the guests.”
"Ah." The hermit suddenly roared, his right hand fell on the switchblade in his belly, and he jerked it.
puff.
A splash of blood.
The soldier's passion was fully aroused at this moment.
Boom.
The hermit's body rushed past quickly, like an arrow leaving the string, and then he waved his right hand fiercely.
call.
A cold light suddenly appeared.
when.
Qinglang hurriedly raised his hand to resist, only to feel a huge force coming from his injury. Then he deflected his right hand, and the machete he was holding suddenly flew to the side.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Blood was dripping from the hermit's belly.
Pedal.
However, he seemed to have forgotten the pain, grabbed the switchblade, and rushed towards Qing Lang.
"Stop him." Qinglang's voice was out of shape and his face turned pale.
No one thought that the hermit could still have such skill after being stabbed in the stomach.
Deng Deng Deng.
call.
when.
when.
His body turned sideways quickly, and the hermit stamped his feet on the ground.
However, his body staggered, and the severe pain from his stomach slowed him down.
call.
The machete fell.
His upper body leaned back sharply, almost 90 degrees parallel to his lower body.
call.
The machete grazed the tip of his nose.
Deng Deng.
Seeing the two gangsters rushing towards him from behind, the hermit gritted his teeth, twisted his waist violently, wheezed, and flipped his body twice in a row.
"ah."
Following the hermit's loud shout, he struck out with a heavy punch, roaring out.
boom.
A young gangster who was wielding a machete was hit on the bridge of his nose, and there was a terrifying sound of cracking bones. His nose suddenly collapsed, and blood mixed with tears rolled down his eyes.
call.
There was a strong wind behind my head.
The hermit didn't look back, he just turned sideways and waved his right hand.
when.
The switchblade caught the machete that Qing Lang had chopped down.
Blood was dripping from his belly, and a pool of blood appeared at the hermit's feet.
Severe pain came in waves like a tide, making his eyes go dark.
The strength in my body is losing rapidly.
A cruel sneer suddenly appeared on Qing Lang's face. He really thought this guy was an iron man, but he still couldn't do it now.
"ah."
The hermit suddenly shouted loudly, gritted his teeth, and raised his right foot fiercely.
call.
Boom.
A look of pain immediately appeared on Qing Lang's face, and his body flew out, hitting a table with a thud, making a crash, and lay there screaming.
Deng Deng.
The hermit's steps were also a little unsteady. He could only bend his waist and cover his stomach with his left hand. Blood dripped from his fingers. His eyes were bloodshot and he scanned the gangsters.
Although the hermit seemed to be dying, none of the gangsters who were holding machetes dared to take a step forward, and they all hesitated.
The hermits at this time were very much like those injured and desperate beasts, exuding a tragic and violent aura.
"Go on, come on, kill him, chop off his hands." Standing up unsteadily, Qing Lang covered his stomach and roared.
"superior."
The little gangsters surrounded the hermit little by little.
Woohoo.
boom.
The wooden door of the bar was suddenly knocked open, and large pieces of debris flew around.
boom.
"Ah." A shrill scream rang out, and Qinglang, who had just stood up, was hit by the wooden door that flew away and was pinned underneath.
Zizzi.
The military vehicle stopped.
boom.
He Zhenzhong got out of the car and immediately saw the crumbling hermit surrounded in the middle.
"Fuck." He cursed, kicked his feet, and jumped out.
Boom.
He stamped his foot on the wooden door, and the struggling green wolf below didn't even let out a scream, but was pressed to the ground.
call.
His body rose into the air, He Zhenzhong flicked his right foot, straightened it, and swept out.
Bang bang.
The two gangsters who were still a bit unresponsive were kicked out immediately.
Boom.
After landing, He Zhenzhong bent his feet and bounced forward. He came to the hermit in one stride and supported him, "How are you?"
"I can't die yet." Seeing He Zhenzhong, the hermit managed to squeeze out a smile.
"If something happens, why don't you call the troops?"
The hermit smiled bitterly, "Didn't the boat capsize in the gutter before it was too late?"
He Zhenzhong patted the hermit on the shoulder. This guy was a real soldier. In the face of such great hatred, he still thought about discipline and did not kill anyone. He had no doubt that with the hermit's skills, he wanted to kill these gangsters.
It's not difficult, but he didn't.
"Don't worry, I will handle this matter well." He Zhenzhong said softly.
Soldiers have sacrificed so much, killing enemies outside, sweating blood, and defending their homes and countries, but their families are threatened by these people. This will chill the hearts of soldiers.
He Zhenzhong took a deep breath. Since the local government ignored it due to various concerns, then let the army intervene.
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