Chapter 190

The atmosphere suddenly became strange.

It was a sunny day. It seemed that dark clouds passed by, and the sky was gloomy and dark.

The air in the ventilation hall was filled with a strange atmosphere.

Lao Hua got up. About a dozen thugs beside him hurriedly left the ventilation hall and returned to the prison.

Kun guess's face turned pale and his fingers were shaking slightly. He looked at Qin Fei and looked at him at a loss.

Qin Fei looked into the prison and saw one or two thugs rummaging around in the locker, as if looking for something.

A plastic toothbrush ground into spikes fell to the ground. A thug quickly picked it up and put it into his waist.

When one person deals with more than a dozen, and the other party still has a home-made murder weapon, Qin Fei knows that even if he is careful, he will hang the lottery.

Now we must make up our mind to put these bastards in place at one time.

As a well-trained soldier, the choice in a critical moment is extremely accurate and fast.

Qin Fei strode directly to the old flower in the corner of the ventilation hall.

Lao Hua's eyes suddenly became round.

He didn't expect Qin Fei to come to him at this time. He just arranged his minions to prepare things and let the boy bleed.

When ordinary people see this situation, their first consideration is how to protect themselves. Some people even shout for help from discipline.

Of course, this is a way of taking care of the moment and not the whole life.

As soon as the discipline is gone, we still have the opportunity to do it. We live in a space of dozens of square meters. How and when to do it is entirely our own initiative.

However, what he met was not ordinary people.

On the battlefield, if you are at a disadvantage, you'd better seize the initiative first.

Once you fall into passivity, you have to wait for death.

Now Qin Fei decides to take the initiative.

Instead of waiting for Laohua to organize good people to clean up themselves, it's better to start first while they are not stable!

A supervisor bully standing in front of Lao Hua turned blue and pointed to Qin Fei to bluff: "boy, come and kill me again..."

When the word "you" didn't come out, he suddenly screamed "ah".

Qin Fei grabbed this guy's finger and broke it.

Click——

After the crisp noise, the guy's index finger joint dislocated immediately.

Ten finger pain returns to the heart.

The guy immediately fell to his knees.

Qin Fei didn't stop at all. His left hand grabbed his index finger and twisted his backhand.

The guy screamed and his whole arm was forced to turn over, exposing his elbow joint.

Qin Fei mercilessly punched him on the joint.

Click——

Another crisp sound.

Dislocation of elbow joint.

This is the close combat technique of the special forces of country Z. each move is completely aimed at the joints and acupoints of the human body. It can achieve the maximum effect with the least force and make the opponent lose the resistance ability in an instant.

The remaining four prison bullies, including Lao Hua, immediately felt the urine in their crotch.

What they saw was not a man, but a murderous God.

Qin Fei's fierce murderous spirit and eyes obtained from extreme cruel training simply seeped out of every pore, which is not what ordinary people can have.

This is murderous. It's a momentum.

Like a huge mountain pressing against you, you can't even breathe, and you can't summon a trace of courage to resist.

Because you know, people can't beat a mountain.

Qin Fei's action was so fast that all the other prisoners in the ventilation hall shrank to the corner. Those prisoners who were bullied by Laohua and his gang on weekdays were also happy to see his success and watch the excitement.

However, we all have the same feeling that this new comer is too fierce!

In less than a minute, all five unarmed prison bullies had fallen to the ground.

The injuries of all people were exactly the same, either wrist or elbow, or dislocated arm, completely lost combat effectiveness, holding his dislocated hand, his face turned pale and squatted on the ground screaming.

Qin Fei knew he couldn't stop. There were ten thugs in the room, and I'm afraid there were some local guys in their hands.

This is the focus of Qin Fei.

When he rushed to the door of the prison, the first thug who heard the movement coming out towards the sharpened toothbrush handle felt a flower in front of him and was hit hard in the throat before he could see the situation in front of him.

"Uh --"

He immediately gave up, dropped the handle of the toothbrush in his hand, and covered his throat with both hands. It seemed that his breath was choked back to his lungs by the blow, and his sore throat seemed to block something. There, he couldn't breathe at all.

Without waiting for him to take a breath, Qin Fei put his knee directly on his stomach.

The guy covered his stomach and bent down.

Qin Fei grabbed his head and slammed it into the open iron door.

Bang——

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 crowded in the corridor.

In fact, he is very particular about the position where he stands. The door leading to the ventilation hall in the prison warehouse is only one meter wide. Only one person can go in and out. They can't do it together.

Qin Fei blocked the door, and the thugs were crowded in the aisle. Only one person could get on at a time.

Qin Fei is easy to deal with one person, and the thugs are just adding oil tactics, one down.

"If you want to die, just try. If you don't want to die, leave the guy now."

The other beaters looked at each other. Everyone felt that their throat was sticky and their saliva could not be swallowed.

Some people are still unwilling and rush over first.

In Qin Fei's opinion, this way of fighting on the street can only be described as "childish".

Before he rushed close, Qin Fei kicked him in the crotch.

It's too fast to dodge.

The guy's eyes bulged. He dropped his weapon and couldn't shout. He knelt down with his eggs in his arms. His face turned red.

Qin Fei still did the same thing. He grabbed his head and banged against the iron door.

The guy fainted before he could shout.

Qin Fei controlled the strength of each shot very well. He didn't kill these guys, but let them suffer.

In fact, the fighting skills of special forces are also called capture. They are integrated from many traditional martial arts, Modern Sanda and even foreign fighting skills. They come as easy as they can.

Although the action is a little spicy, it is absolutely effective, simple and fast.

The whole warehouse 1 was quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on Qin Fei.

No one has ever seen such a clean way to fight. It's like a lawn mower. A piece of grass fell down with clattering and clattering.

Momentum has absolutely shocked everyone's heart.

"Is anyone else coming?"

Qin Fei's eyes coldly swept the faces of each thug and said in a deep voice: "when it comes to fighting, I'm not blowing..."

He raised his fingers and nodded one by one.

"You are rubbish!"