A punch hit Chen Weidong's stomach. Song Dongqiang felt a sharp pain in his hand bones on the spot, as if he had been hit on a cement wall.
"Fuck..." Brother Qiang almost burst into tears, wishing he could hold his hands and dance a few times.
"Come here." He stared at someone hatefully for a few times and ordered Sun Dahu to take action.
"Bah!" Sun Dahu spat on his hand and punched him!
He is a person who has practiced a lot. He has more than ten years of fist skills, and his fists are flat. Naturally, he cannot be as good as Song Dongqiang.
Even so, Sun Dahu was secretly surprised by the powerful repulsive force from his fists - this guy surnamed Chen must have practiced hard qigong, right? His abdominal muscles were as hard as iron! He was obviously beating him, but he was hurting himself.
hand pain……
"Is this the end? I haven't had enough yet." Chen Weidong straightened his chest and showed a disdainful smile.
"Damn it!" Song Dongqiang was angry, grabbed the teacup on the table and slapped Chen Weidong on the head!
Chen Weidong had indeed practiced hard qigong, but his skills were still shallow and he had not yet practiced it on his head. When this guy slapped him, the teacup was shattered into pieces, but he was also in severe pain. The sharp fragments scratched his head and cut his head.
Eyebrow corners.
"Calling you crazy!" Song Dongqiang felt confused and asked Sun Dahu to join him.
"That's enough!" Song Xinbiao stopped and said with a frown: "Lao San, what's the matter with you? I told you to take it easy, why did you end up bleeding?"
"Brother, this kid is so crazy, wasn't I just angry for a moment..." Song Dongqiang scratched his scalp in embarrassment.
"Use this." Song Xinbiao opened the drawer, took out two nunchucks and threw them on the table.
"This is good!~" Song Dongqiang was overjoyed, grabbed one and went up to greet someone.
The nunchucks that Song Xinbiao took out are made of rubber. At first glance, this kind of stick does not seem to have a wooden stick, and the iron stick is more lethal. In fact, anyone who is used to playing with nunchucks knows that the rubber stick is soft, but there is iron inside.
The pain is as painful as if it were pumped on a human body!
Besides, this is not actual combat, but torture. Hitting someone with a rubber roller, and hitting someone with a stick can break bones. But on the surface, they often look fine, with a slight bluish or red color at most.
What Song Dongqiang wanted was this effect! If it wanted pain without leaving any trauma, rubber rollers were indeed the best choice.
For a moment, the sound of banging and banging was heard endlessly. Chen Weidong straightened his body, gritted his teeth, and could not move.
It's not that he has masochistic tendencies, it's because... he's practicing.
The beginning of the Vajra Indestructibility Sutra says: The way of the Vajra Indestructibility is the secret that takes over the creation of heaven and earth and invades the sun and the moon! If the luck is outside the body, it cannot be damaged by swords and axes. If the luck is in the internal organs, it can penetrate the intestines.
Poison cannot hurt!
"It cannot be damaged by a knife or an axe", it belongs to the category of "Iron Shirt" in the first chapter. Chen Weidong has just practiced and has not reached that level, but he is working hard in that direction...
There is a strange thing about this exercise, that is, the method of practice is very different from ordinary exercises. To put it simply, it requires the practitioner to be beaten.
As for the way of being beaten, people don't care, as long as they are beaten, the skin, body, and bones are damaged, and then the unique inner energy is mobilized to repair and strengthen, and the ability to resist the beating will naturally become stronger and stronger!
This weird inner energy seems to be called "gang energy".
This is not the first time Chen Weidong has practiced Gang Qi. Strictly speaking, the Three Yuan Sword Gang he practiced is also a kind of Gang Qi, but the properties of the two Gang Qi are different.
The Three-Yuan Jian Gang tends to attack, is fast and sharp, like an indestructible magic weapon!
King Kong's fighting spirit is more important than defense, thick and solemn, like an unbreakable heavy shield!
It seems that there is a relationship between spears and shields. As for whether the spear is stronger or the shield is stronger, Chen Weidong has no time to study it. All his thoughts are on training now. Not to mention, this technique is quite interesting to practice. .
Song Dongqiang drew the stick with a muffled sound, and the real blow made him feel a sense of revenge.
On the other hand, Chen Weidong's proficiency in the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu Iron Clothes Shirt also increased a bit with this move.
Sun Dahu swung the stick and his proficiency increased a little.
Judging from this progress, this so-called magical skill is not difficult to practice. It seems that upgrading is just around the corner!~
Of course, there is one very bad thing about this method, and that is the pain - although the iron cloth shirt kung fu can protect the body and bones from too much damage, the nerves are not within its protection range, and the pain will still hurt. Normal conditions remain unchanged.
Chen Weidong also gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time. Finally, he got tired of the beating and went down to rest.
"Damn, this kid is really tough..." Song Dongqiang put down his nunchucks, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, and spat angrily.
songs Telling it clearly will save you a lot of physical pain, so think it over yourself."
"What do you want me to say?" Chen Weidong raised his head, looked at Sun Dahu, smiled contemptuously and said, "Are you telling me that this grandson attempted murder and was bribed by you to frame me?"
"You..." Sun Dahu was furious.
Chen Weidong shifted his gaze and looked at Song Dongqiang: "Let's explain that this stupid 13 is obviously not a member of the police system, but he can show up in the interrogation room of the police station with arrogance, and use the attitude of an interrogator to interrogate a person whose crime has not yet been determined. At best, citizens who are considered suspects are punched, kicked and beaten with sticks?”
"Fuck you..." Song Laosan was furious and was about to explode on the spot, but luckily he was restrained by his brother.
Chen Weidong smiled disdainfully and turned his gaze to Song Xinbiao: "Song, I think you are very good at torture and extorting confessions. You must have practiced it regularly, right? Why, it's gone now? Grandpa, I haven't had enough yet. Woolen cloth!"
"Damn it, this bitch is looking for death. He might as well beat him to death. Then throw him downstairs and say he committed suicide out of fear of crime." Song Laosan rolled up his sleeves and was ready to get started.
"Sit tight!" Song Xinbiao suddenly roared, frightening his brother so much that he stopped and did not dare to move.
"Boy, you can do it. I want to see how much of a man you are today!"
The evil fire in Boss Song's heart was also aroused. He walked to the corner, pulled out two wires from the back of the big cabinet, and said to Sun Dahu: "You, go out and get a basin of water."
"Okay." When Sun Dahu saw this posture, he immediately understood and walked out in a hurry. After a while, he brought a basin of water over.
"Boy, it's too late for you to regret it now." Song Xinbiao was holding the wire with a fierce look on his face.
Chen Weidong ignored it and closed his eyes, looking nonchalant.
Song Xinbiao had a trace of evil spirit on his face, and ordered his younger brother and Sun Dahu to push someone to the ground, bend his hands, submerge them into the water, and then hang the wire into the basin.
In an instant, Chen Weidong felt numb all over his body, and his heart seemed to have been punched out!
People who have never experienced this feeling will not understand it. It hurts, but I can’t say it hurts. It’s just that my whole body feels weird and uncomfortable, and words can’t describe it at all.
Moreover, this method of electrocuting people through water will not leave any scars on the surface of the human body. Even if someone investigates afterwards, there is no way to collect evidence.
Song Dongqiang and Sun Dahu had been hiding far away. When they saw someone twitching on the ground like a prawn, they couldn't help but smile happily.
Chen Weidong clenched his fists, with a fire burning in his heart!
In his field of vision, various data were jumping rapidly, and the most obvious one was that of Iron Cloth Shirt - since he was shocked just now, his proficiency has increased by a full 20 points, which is almost as fast as flying!
Of course, although this method is convenient and quick, Chen Weidong does not intend to continue.
Damn it, these dogs are really bullying people. If a tiger doesn’t show off its power, you really think I’m a sick cat!
"Bang." A pair of intact handcuffs was thrown on the table. Chen Weidong turned over and stood up, moving his wrists, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
When Sun Dahu saw this, he couldn't help feeling guilty and couldn't help but take a step back - he would never forget this face. On that day on May 12, the expression on a certain guy's face was exactly the same as now!
"You..." Song Dongqiang stared at the handcuffs on the table, his eyes widening.
If Chen Weidong doesn't talk to him, he will fight with his fist!
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" sound behind him, and the door of the interrogation room was kicked open from the outside, accompanied by noisy noises.
A familiar voice suddenly sounded: "What are you doing? I'm warning you, if anyone dares to stop me again, don't blame me for being rude!"
Chen Weidong turned around in shock, and the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded - yes, he read it right, Miss Shen is here, that violent little beauty who likes to cut people in half with one palm, she is really here!~
"Chen Weidong! What's the matter with you? Why were you caught here?" When Shen Susu saw someone, she immediately pushed away the two policemen beside her and walked straight in.
When Song Xinbiao saw the uninvited guest, his eyebrows immediately furrowed. He was an old policeman and knew the ropes of this business.
Generally speaking, when the police want to punish someone, ordinary people really have no room to resist. However, there are many people in this society who are very powerful and the police dare not offend them. For example, the person in front of me...
Although he has neither seen nor investigated, Song Xinbiao can conclude based on experience that this tall woman has a good background.
First of all, she knew Chen Weidong, and coming here was definitely not without purpose, but the question was how did she know? She handled this matter very secretly, only a few people knew about it, and Chen Weidong did not see him tipping off the information. This is really
It's puzzling.
Secondly, when the woman entered the house, she used such a crude method of breaking in, and the two policemen next to her didn't even dare to stop her - Song Xinbiao recognized those two, they were both veteran police officers in the station, and he had good eyesight.
Well, I have a lot of experience. If it weren't for this woman's powerful background, how could she be so timid and not even dare to say a word?