The originally sunny and sunny weather seemed to have dark clouds passing by, and the sky became gloomy and dark.
There was a strange atmosphere in the air in the ventilation hall.
Laohua stood up, and the dozen or so thugs beside him hurriedly left the exercise room and returned to the prison cell.
Kunchai's face turned pale and his fingers were shaking slightly. He looked at Qin Fei with a confused expression.
Qin Fei looked into the prison cell and saw one or two thugs rummaging around in the lockers, seemingly looking for something.
A plastic toothbrush that had been ground into sharp spikes fell to the ground. A thug quickly picked it up and put it into his waist.
When one person was dealing with more than a dozen people, and the other party still had a homemade weapon, Qin Fei knew that no matter how careful he was, he would still fail.
Now we must make up our minds to deal with these bastards at once.
As a strictly trained soldier, his choices in critical moments are extremely accurate and fast.
Qin Fei strode directly towards the old woman in the corner of the ventilation hall.
Presbyopic eyes suddenly become rounder.
He didn't expect Qin Fei to come towards him at this time. He had just arranged for his minions to prepare things to bleed this boy.
When most people see this situation, the first thing they consider is how to protect themselves, and some may even yell and ask the correctional officer for help.
Of course, this is an approach that only lasts for a while.
Once the guards left, there was always a chance to take action. Everyone lived in a space of tens of square meters. How and when they wanted to take action were completely in their own hands.
However, what he met was not an ordinary person.
On the battlefield, if you are at a disadvantage, it is best to seize the initiative first.
Once you fall into passivity, you can only wait for death.
Now, Qin Fei decided to take the initiative himself.
Instead of waiting for Laohua to organize good people to deal with him, it is better to take advantage of their unstable footing and strike first!
A supervisor standing in front of Laohua turned blue and pointed at Qin Fei's bluff: "Boy, come here and kill him again..."
The word "you" didn't come out of his mouth, and he suddenly screamed "ah".
Qin Fei directly grabbed this guy's finger and broke it off.
Click——
After the crisp sound, the guy's index finger joint was immediately dislocated.
The pain in the fingers returns to the heart.
The guy immediately fell to his knees.
Qin Fei didn't stop at all. He grabbed his index finger with his left hand and twisted it with his backhand.
The guy screamed, and his entire arm was forced to turn over, exposing the elbow joint.
Qin Fei punched the joint mercilessly.
Click——
There was another crisp sound.
Dislocated elbow joint.
This is completely a close-quarters combat technique used by the special forces of Country Z. Each move is completely targeted at the joints and acupuncture points of the human body. It can achieve the greatest effect with the least amount of force, causing the opponent to lose the ability to resist in an instant.
The remaining four supervisors, including Laohua, suddenly felt the urge to urinate in their crotches.
What they saw was not a human being, but a murderous god.
Qin Fei's fierce murderous aura and eyes that he gained from extremely cruel training seeped out from every pore, and were not something ordinary people could have.
This is murderous intent, a kind of momentum.
It's like a huge mountain is pressing down on you. You can't even breathe, and you can't even muster the slightest courage to resist.
Because you know that people cannot conquer a mountain.
Qin Fei's movements were so fast that all the other prisoners in the release room shrank to the corner. Those prisoners who were usually bullied by the old lady group were also happy to see what happened, just like watching the fun.
However, everyone has the same feeling, this newcomer is so fierce!
In less than a minute, all five unarmed supervisors had fallen to the ground.
Everyone's injuries were exactly the same, either their wrists or elbows, or their upper arms were dislocated, completely losing their fighting ability. They were holding their dislocated hands and squatting on the ground with pale faces, screaming in agony.
Qin Fei knew that he couldn't stop. There were still ten thugs in the room, and they probably had some homemade guys in their hands.
This is Qin Fei's focus.
Rushing to the door of the prison cell, the first thug who heard the noise and came out with the sharpened toothbrush handle had not seen clearly the situation in front of him when his eyes blurred and he felt a heavy blow on his throat.
"Well--"
He immediately let go and dropped the toothbrush handle in his hand. He covered his throat with both hands. His breath seemed to be choked back into his lungs by this blow. His throat hurt as if something was blocked and he couldn't breathe at all.
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Before he could catch his breath, Qin Fei's knee pressed directly against his stomach.
The guy groaned and bent over, holding his stomach.
Qin Fei grabbed his head and slammed it against the opened iron door.
Boom——
With a loud noise, the thug fell to the ground and fainted.
"Who else wants to try?"
Qin Fei stood at the door, staring coldly at the other thugs huddled in the aisle.
The position where he stood was actually very particular. The door leading to the ventilation hall in the prison was only one meter wide and could only accommodate one person. It would be impossible for two people to enter and exit together.
Qin Fei blocked the door, and the thugs inside were crowded in the aisle. Only one person could get in at a time.
It was easy for Qin Fei to deal with one person, but the thugs were just adding fuel to the fire, one after another.
"If you want to die, just give it a try. If you don't want to die, leave it alone now."
The other thugs looked at each other in confusion. Everyone felt that their throats were sticky and they couldn't swallow their saliva.
Some people were still unwilling to give in and rushed over first.
In Qin Fei's opinion, this way of fighting among street gangsters can only be described as "childish".
Before he could get closer, Qin Fei kicked him in the crotch.
The kick was too fast and there was no way to dodge.
This guy's eyes were bulging. He dropped his weapon and couldn't even scream. He just fell to his knees with his balls in his arms, and his face suddenly turned red.
Qin Fei still did his old trick, grabbing his head and slamming it against the iron door.
Before the guy had time to scream, he fainted again.
Qin Fei controlled the force of every attack very well. He didn't kill these guys, but just made them suffer a little.
The fighting skills of the special forces are actually also called capture skills. They are blended from many traditional martial arts, modern Sanda, and even foreign fighting skills. It can be done as simple and fast as you want.
Although the action is a bit vicious, it is absolutely effective, simple and quick.
The entire No. 1 warehouse was quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on Qin Fei.
No one has ever seen such a clean and neat fighting method. It's like a lawnmower, swiping and squeaking, and a piece of grass falls over.
The momentum has definitely shocked everyone's heart.
"Is anyone else coming?"
Qin Fei's eyes swept across the faces of each thug coldly, and said solemnly: "When it comes to fighting, I'm not bragging..."
He raised his fingers and clicked on them one by one.