The first thousand two hundred and thirty chapters
These six skinhead gangsters are all ruthless people selected by Bao Yuan. They usually play roles outside to watch scenes. Although they have not practiced any kung fu, they have quite a lot of practical experience. Once they start taking action, they will naturally bring them with them.
There was a surge of momentum, his eyes were as wide as cow eggs, which was quite powerful, and the water pipe in his hand was swept out with a whirring sound.
Xiong Chao smiled coldly, without evading his feet. He lowered his waist and bent his legs to make a Sipingma. He raised his chest and straightened his back, aiming his face right at the two water pipes coming towards him. He raised his right arm and scratched his face with his palm.
In a half arc, he easily caught the two water pipe heads in his palm, stretched out his left fist and used an ordinary basic skill, a horse stance punch.
Mabu punching is a basic skill that is connected with Zama. Anyone who can do Zama can do it, even the old men and women who exercise in the park. It can be said to be an auxiliary skill of Zama. No one will regard it as an attack move.
But Xiong Chao is a special case. He stands still like a stone, and sweeps through thousands of troops with only one move of horse step, punch, and punch.
Sew!
There was a soft sound as the punch passed by, as if the foot was sinking into the snow. The punch was as heavy and solid as a giant man punching.
This punch seems ordinary, but only the gangsters who are targeted by it understand the horror of this punch. Before the fist reaches the body, they can feel an oppressive wind blowing towards their face, even making them unable to give birth.
Any thought of escaping could only be seen as the vinegar-sized fist quickly approached in the pupils.
Seam! A punch passed through the gap between the heads of the two skinheads. The fist hit the empty space. Then he swung his arm left and right and knocked the two skinheads to the ground. Xiong Chao would not hit anyone directly with his fist.
, because these two skinheads simply couldn't withstand the power of his punch, and it would be another problem if they hit him with one punch.
Bang bang! Four water pipes hit Xiong Chao's knees indiscriminately, making several muffled sounds like beating leather. There was not much joy in the faces of the four skinheads that they had succeeded in the sneak attack. On the contrary, two of them still had flashes of joy on their faces.
With a look of pain, the stinging sensation from the tiger's mouth made these skinheads realize the powerful reaction force. Are these fucking human legs? They are simply two iron pillars!
These four skinheads are all old sparrows on Dongting Lake. They have seen the wind and waves. They caught the fish and shrimps and continued to peck at them. They wet their wings and flew high. The four of them didn't care about their face and rolled back.
Get away quickly.
Xiong Chao reached down and grabbed a gangster with his big palm, lifted him up by his collar, and lifted him up like an eagle catching a chicken. He still held the two stolen water pipes in one hand, and the gangster directly carried him to him.
, grinned and said: "Stay there, I'll do a little magic trick for you." After saying that, he sat the bastard between the horse's steps, which was actually just below his crotch, and even reached out to touch him in a serious way.
bald head.
Six skinheads rushed over and two of them fell down in less than ten seconds. Another person was captured alive. The three who came back were not alive. There was a gap in the tiger's mouth. Now they were grinning and asking for cigarette ashes from their accomplices, holding them in their mouths.
Those who were smoking quickly took a few puffs and flicked the ashes onto their wounds. People who were on the street were not trying to be heroes. No one would despise them if they ran away if they couldn't beat them. They were stupid if they didn't run.
Bao Yuan was very calm. He waved and winked at the skinheads beside him. The wall surrounding the two men in black suits shrank suddenly, and click! At least ten pipe knives were placed on the necks of the two men in black suits.
, the gangsters on the road like to bully those who are in large numbers and those who are in small numbers. They sit in a circle and put a razor blade on people's necks in a relaxed and happy manner.
Two men in black suits know how to use guns, but surrounded by hundreds of people, pistols are far less useful than blades. Before they could make any reaction, a pipe knife was held to their necks, and the pistols on their waists were also used by two deft men.
The gangsters were removed in one fell swoop. These two black suits were the gunmen hired by Gong Fengjiao. Unfortunately, they were not thugs. Facing hundreds of skinheads, they had to disarm obediently. Several skinheads held up their arms and captured them with a backhand scissor.
Xiong Chao, who was opposite, looked at all this with an indifferent expression. He once again reached out and touched the head of the skinhead sitting in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Look, are your bones harder or are they harder?" After that,
Place the two water pipes in your hands side by side, hold one end with both hands and start twisting.
Click, click, click—
Two water pipes as thick as an arm were quickly twisted into a twist in a harsh squeezing sound. This was not some trick on the street, nor was it selling dog-skin plasters and drinking wine. This was real skill. The bald man who was captured
The party was dumbfounded and didn't notice the iron filings falling on their faces. The skinheads across from him dropped their jaws to the floor. They were completely shocked by this scene. Is this guy still a human being?
Bao Yuan suddenly felt something stabbing him on his lower back, which woke him up from the shock. He stretched out his hand and touched a hot iron lump. When he held it in his hand, he couldn't help but gasp.
Is it a gun or a pistol with a silencer? As for the model, he doesn't recognize it. Anyway, it just needs to be able to spray.
"You're paralyzed, wrap it up in a piece of cloth. Do you want to harm me by taking it out like this?" Bao Yuan hurriedly hid the gun behind his back and cursed in a low voice. To be honest, this gun came at the right time. With this kind of kung fu,
No matter how high you are, you still have to admit defeat.
The pistol was taken and returned within half a minute. Bao Yuan grabbed it and held it in his hand, gritting his teeth and thinking, this damn big guy showed off his hard Qigong skills and shocked all the brothers. It seems that I am the only one who is rolling his arms.
Come on... Thinking of this, he took two steps forward and raised the knot of cloth in his hand. It should have been wrapped into a pistol without knots.
"Brother, I don't care which temple you are a Bodhisattva in. If you are wise, just squat aside, otherwise the guy in my hand doesn't have eyes." Bao Yuan gritted his teeth and sneered, aiming the gun as hard as possible.
Xiong Chao, but the guy who packaged the gun was obviously unprofessional, and the trigger was a bit stiff.
Xiong Chao glanced at the pistol opposite him indifferently, put down the twist pipe in his hand, slapped his chest with his palm and made a muffled sound, and said in a deep voice: "If you are in love, the one with the seed will aim and hit here.
"He is invulnerable to swords and axes when practicing Kung Fu. In addition, the special vest he wears is lined with a layer of composite titanium steel soft armor. Within fifty meters, even a rifle bullet cannot hurt him.
Don't take it seriously at all.
Bao Yuan originally wanted to bluff him, but he didn't want to actually shoot him, but this guy was just a piece of hard and soft meat on a hob! He gritted his teeth in anger and retracted his fingers by two centimeters.
Poof! A stream of fine dust erupted from the top of the cloth knot, and a bullet flew out of the barrel and was instantly nailed to Xiong Chao's belly. Bao Yuan shivered in fright and almost threw the gun in his hand on the spot.