() I don’t know who said something: “Human reaction nerves often make judgments before the brain.”

I deeply understood the meaning of this sentence at that time.

I kicked open the window door, propped up the window sill, and jumped down. When I regained my ability to think, I was already standing on the snow below the dormitory. The sudden alternation of cold and warm made me shiver. Damn it,

If I had known if I had put on some clothes before coming down, my impulsiveness would have killed me.

The cold light at midnight reflected a cold light on the snow. The originally neat snow was now covered with footprints, figures and blood stains. It was as messy as the quilt we had not folded for three days before.

Standing not far away, his down jacket was torn to pieces, his body was covered with bloodstains, his face was almost twisted and ferocious, and he kept waving a simple wooden stick in his hand. Five or six people were wearing leather clothes, and their hands were the same.

The furry bear carrying a wooden stick and a wrench was calmly surrounding him, tightening the circle little by little.

Not far away, Tieniu and his six or seven scarred men were already lying on the ground gasping for air. Several fur bears responsible for guarding them were stepping on their heads and chatting. It could be seen that the rabbits were completely beaten in this battle.

Defeated.

Apparently, a person who suddenly jumped down from the second floor frightened them so much that they took a few steps back nervously and looked at me, as if they were staring at a monster falling from the sky. To be honest, I didn’t know that I could have such a thing at first.

Such a skill, I usually don’t have the opportunity to do experiments.

"Haha, I didn't expect that in addition to assault troops, there are also airborne troops?"

The greasy voice of the Slavic gangster rang out from the crowd. A moment later, the gangster in black leather clothes appeared with a sniffle. This kid already looked evil, but this move made him even more ruthless and unbearable.

I couldn't help but want to give him a fist and slap to cure his rhinitis.

But the problem now is that several rabbits with bruises and swollen faces are still being stepped on by others, and I don't have a piece of iron around me. I just need to suppress the anger first.

"Excuse me, what happened here?"

"Haha, it turns out that I jumped down without knowing anything," the Slavic woman laughed like a wild boar, "It's very simple, this guy seduced my girlfriend, and he also wanted to set up an ambush ring to catch me, hehe, also

If you don't ask, I have experienced many battles in the academy. I have never seen anything. These three-legged cats are worthy of seeking death.

At this point, you probably understand. To put it simply, the strong boy forced Bronya to lure him over, and then led the brothers to give this evil guy a good beating, but he didn't expect to be set up by others.

The condom was ambushed. Everyone lowered their heads in shame. It seemed that this was indeed the case.

"Ah, I'm really sorry, please let them go... Ah, it's quite cold here."

I finished my words crookedly, and in the middle I sneezed loudly and unsightly. I felt cold and annoyed. I am sure that my tone at that time was not much more normal than this guy's.

It's true that hooligans are happy when they hurt others, but they feel very unhappy when others tease them in a hooligan tone.

"Fuck, do you think I'm an idiot?"

Gantrov's eyes flashed fiercely and he spit on the ground.

"Chen Xiang, run!"

The macho man raised his big face half covered with blood and shouted, but unfortunately, I am now in the middle of this unlucky encirclement. There are about four officer's daggers, two folding knives and five or six wooden sticks firmly locking me.

, Unless I can increase my internal strength to overcome gravity and jump back to the dormitory in one jump, I can only learn from Master Guan and defeat six generals in five levels.

As soon as I stepped on the ground, I moved first, raised my leg and swept towards a strong man holding a wooden stick. The guy was obviously a veteran in fighting. He also swept my leg with the stick with a flick of his hand. If the two forces were added in the middle,

, my leg bone must be broken.

But now it is obvious that 2 or even 456 is greater than 1.

"boom"

The strong man flew up with two bloody noses, and at the same time, a wooden stick that was broken into two pieces fell into the green belt and disappeared.

Damn it, if I had known earlier, I would have put on my military boots first, and now I can kick it with my bare feet and the damage is at least 60% off.

"Come on, come on!"

Gantrov roared crazily, and I heard the noise of footsteps in my ears. I immediately adjusted my direction and attacked the other two bears holding sticks. To be honest, I didn't test my kicking power at all.

At most, I only practiced a few rough times when I was drinking and fighting. Since it was no problem to kick one or two arms-thick branches during my peak period, it shouldn't be a big problem to break a few ribs, sternum, thigh bones, etc.

Sweeping, kicking, stepping... are all the simplest moves in kicking skills. As soon as the move was released, a furry bear screamed and flew out. In less than ten seconds, all the guys holding blunt weapons were

They were all kicked away by me,

But taking advantage of the time these guys bought, six sharp weapons surrounded me, like poisonous snakes that preyed on me, constantly sticking out their fangs as a test.

I am not good at dealing with sharp weapons, because when my grandfather taught me martial arts, he commented that I am "strong enough but not flexible enough". This flaw makes me easily scratched by weapons. And this kind of protection is all-round.

The situation is the most dangerous, because it is extremely difficult for people to know which person and from which angle will attack first, so they can only do their best to be on guard. I feel that my entire senses are so sensitive that they are about to break.

The exhaust gas turned into white frost, curling up and down in the air. There was almost no other noise except footsteps and breathing.

Which side comes first, the front... or the back.

Suddenly, an electric shock-like chill spread from my back to my entire scalp. I leaned down suddenly, and the next moment, a gleaming officer's dagger grazed my shoulder, smoothly slicing my undershirt open.

A cut.

so close!

I was so angry after the disaster that I grabbed his wrist, and at the same time, I kicked him upwards like a spear, hitting this guy's chin. The contact felt like I accidentally stepped on it when I was a kid.

After grabbing a piece of instant noodles, the guy fell down with a cry.

For the sake of vodka, for the salary of 5,000 maras, and for not having his legs broken by the boss, the other bears screamed and rushed forward to fight for their lives.

I kicked up a ball of snow, which fascinated the owners of the two officers' daggers. I jumped up and kicked four times in the air, sending both guys flying away.

It is estimated that three ribs were broken.

Another officer's dagger came up behind me. I pushed myself on the ground and swept my legs across the ground. The unlucky guy was kicked to bend his legs first, and then hit his big head with a kick. He rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.

It's a matter of personnel.

Expected to suffer a broken leg and concussion.

There were also two folding knives, and I was so timid that I didn’t know what to do. This kind of uncoordinated combination was the best, so I went up unceremoniously and kicked one of them over, and it flew up at the same time.

With one kick, the last one flew over the green belt and directly onto the road.

A comminuted fracture of the cheek bone is expected.

The situation reversed in a moment, and it was the furry bears' turn to lay their bodies on the ground. Because it was so fast, it felt quite unreal. Only then did I feel some burning pain on my arms and face. It must have been

I was caught in the fight just now, but in comparison, I still have a little problem to deal with now.

"Hey, are you still having fun?"

The Slavic ** watched a martial arts blockbuster with his mouth open, without even moving his position. He probably didn’t know whether to go up and get kicked or to turn around and run away secretly. As soon as he heard me talking, this guy rubbed his nose hard.

The evil light glowed again in his eyes.

"Damn, play, why don't you play? I have to kill you yellow-skinned monkeys today."

As he said that, he stared at me fiercely, pressed his back with one hand, and slowly pulled out a strip of silver light. It turned out that there was a large hunting knife hidden behind his back. I had seen this thing in a craft shop on the street.

, it is said that it is made of the highest quality steel and is a powerful weapon that can even knock down a bear with a few knives.

I didn’t want to be hit by such a dangerous thing, so I secretly put myself on guard...

"boom"

There was an unexpected sound suddenly, and then a fatal burning pain ignited from the abdomen.

Huge pain penetrated every muscle, and it was impossible to even endure it. All the strength in the body seemed to be taken away in an instant, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground. The brothers around him were shouting something in anger and fear, but

I couldn't hear anything.

It hurts, it really fucking hurts!

It turned out that this guy first used a knife to attract my attention, and then pulled out his pistol without knowing it.

What on earth hit me, a 9mm short bullet, a .22 practice bullet, a 7.62mm bullet, a 9mm steel core armor-piercing bullet, or a pistol bullet as thick as a thumb? Then I was about to die?

"Snapped"

I was kicked hard in the face, and I was kicked upside down on the snow. This guy must have been wearing special military boots, because I felt like my face was about to be cracked by an extremely hard object, and blood was flowing out from my abdomen.

When the wound is opened, it feels like being stabbed with a knife, pulling it out and then stabbing it in again.

Under the light, the Slavic woman waved a smoking pistol and wandered over with a twisted smile, feeling very proud.

"You bastard, you came here to have sex!"

The tough man cursed loudly.

"Hehe, so what about Yin? This is a battle. Winning is the first priority. Do you still think this is a competitive game?"

Gantrov smiled strangely, and suddenly gave me two more blows. His boots covered with mud and snow stepped down without any hesitation, almost trampling my face into the snowdrift, and then it was as if it was on a foot wipe.

Just like cleaning, I slowly and vigorously rubbed it from side to side twice, rubbing all the stains on my swollen face.

It really feels like vomiting.

Damn, if I had one hand at this time, I could kill him, but unfortunately I have lost all my strength and almost no longer have the strength to squirm.

The few people who were still able to move wanted to rush forward, but they were held back by him with his pistol.

"Don't move, yes, don't move. I still have 7 bullets here. It's too easy to kill you all.

"Don't use a gun if you have the guts!"
To be continued...