Chapter 77 Retire Yuan Lang! (Two chapters in one, 10,000 updates, please subscribe and vote monthly)
"Good skills, but you, Yuan Lang, have a good plan, and I, Jackie Chan, have a ladder to cross the bridge."
Jackie Chan secretly said that he reacted very quickly.
Also shoots in the air!
But it was not a competition to see who could shoot in the air, but instead he grabbed the muzzle of the machine gun used by Class 95 with his backhand and used it as a stick to hit Yuan Lang with his backhand.
Jackie Chan's goal was to capture Yuan Lang alive, but he couldn't do it with a gun, otherwise he would have shot him just now.
"Can you still play like this?"
When Yuan Lang saw Jackie Chan playing with guns like this, the 95th Class used the machine gun as a stick and hit him at him. It was too late to hide.
Yuan Lang turned around forcefully while stuck in the air, reaching the limit of his skill.
I could only watch helplessly as Flight 95 crashed over me.
"Boom~"
Eight minutes before the low-intensity battle between the two sides, Jackie Chan could no longer maintain his defense and was kicked out by Yuan Lang.
However, Gui Huan's dog biting Lu Dongbin was a sign of a bad person's heart, and he and Yuan Lang were in a head-on competition between women.
This is definitely a piece of cake, it's so satisfying that you feel like you're on the same spot.
Jackie Chan flew seven or seven meters away, and fell to the ground in a panic, with blood pouring from the corners of his mouth.
This is no small sin!
"Dong~"
Because there was no gun sling to hang the gun under his body, the gun was thrown out and brought a huge pulling force, which made Jackie Chan's center of gravity unbalanced in the air.
I could not foresee that before I returned home after the fight, my legs and feet would be covered in bruises, and there might even be broken bones.
Jackie Chan felt that his bones were about to burst, and the impact and shock in his heart were getting lower and lower. His evaluation of Yuan Lang was taking small steps back towards being a monster.
Seeing that Gui Huan was so honest and kind, Gui Huan turned around and went to get the rifle from the ground, took off the strap and used it to tie up Jackie Chan.
finally!
He is worthy of being the leader of special operations.
Jackie Chan was very confident in his speed and determined that Yuan Lang's frontal punching power was not used up yet, so he would have to dodge my fist if he had time.
Blood is pouring in!
Injury or something is more necessary!
The downward punch with the fist tilted downward at a 45-degree angle, with martial arts skills that Jackie Chan had never seen before, hit Yuan Lang's heart directly, and he would be able to break through ten powers with one move.
Jackie Chan knew that Yuan Lang hadn't shown any serious intentions yet, so he was sure that he would still suffer a small loss if he tried to deal with it casually. If he tried his best, he would suffer a small loss.
"The fist is too heavy. Was it made by someone? It's like my mother's hammer."
A thin seam about two centimeters long and deep into the dermis appeared, rapidly turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Every time Jackie Chan takes on Yuan Lang's attack, he has to feel the "sublimation" of his soul.
Yes, I didn't hide.
He put his hands together from both sides and hugged back, as if he wanted to take Jackie Chan out of his arms, and play an intimate hug to increase the relationship between the two.
Gui Huan speaks with a bit of perverted madness, which is a unique attribute of mine. Likewise, his language is very ordinary, with a little bit of a lunatic attribute.
He also said it eloquently and thought there was no problem.
It was not too late for Gui Huan to repent.
However, Yuan Lang's attack rhythm was too bad, coming one after another like ocean waves, which simply gave me some breathing room.
Jackie Chan's fighting skills are indeed very good. All of Yuan Lang's attacks will be blocked by me. I can't say whether my defense is tight or airy.
Jackie Chan decisively resorted to crooked tactics.
It's like beating a heavy drum.
If Jackie Chan really got rid of his minor problems, he would have to leave the special forces or even join the army.
I finally stopped playing around and took the battle seriously.
He gave up trying to dodge and escape, and even raised his knees to push back.
The pain was so painful that Jackie Chan saw stars in his eyes in the air, and hot sweat broke out from under his forehead.
Then Yuan Lang was really angry!
That strength...
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, it's just a beating. He's not a pervert. He's a monster that ran out of some mountain. If he hits you again, your bones will be broken by him."
"A dirty trick? Haha."
The position is leaning toward Yuan Lang's crotch.
Gui Huan's moves were one after another. Each move was a hard move with small openings and small closings. The sound of skin and flesh hitting each other resounded through the woods.
The punch came slowly and hard.
The huge impact accelerated and even caused a small fragment to fly out, scratching the left side of Yuan Lang's face.
The duck that has not yet been stuffed out of its mouth wants to run away. How can Gui Huan let me get what I want?
He rushed down like a tank and punched Jackie Chan in the face.
Due to the weak displacement caused by being hit, Jackie Chan's two feet made two deep marks in the ground.
In situations where there is no weapon to break through the defense, the only way to survive is to attack the weak spot.
Just that thought made me miserable.
"If his mother runs away, you will take his last name."
Jackie Chan was beaten unilaterally throughout the whole process. Apart from defense and survival defense, there was no room for counterattack.
It looked like he was really going to struggle.
It felt like it was trying to knock my soul out of my body.
Every part of the hands and feet is painful.
What's even more strange is that this is the first time they met. Old A is in a confidential unit. How did Gui Huan know that my surname is Yuan.
I can only protect my brother first.
I held the gun in both hands and grabbed it.
Yuan Lang threw the broken gun in his hand to the ground, clenched his fists with both hands and stared at Jackie Chan, "Should you arrest him yourself, or should you go over and beat him unconscious and then tie him up? As a friendly reminder, it won't hurt if you hit him."
The heart is one of the key weak points of the human body. No matter how weak a person is, he will fall down if he is punched.
He speaks with his mouth and moves quickly with his hands.
Gui Huan was advancing but retreating. He squeezed his right hand to lower the frame and blocked Yuan Lang's left punch.
"Damn, this is a battlefield, you two are competing." Yuan Lang said angrily.
Jackie Chan grinned, stretched out two fingers of his left hand to hook him, and said provocatively: "Come on, private, you are just outside, he is here to catch you."
Yuan Lang gave up the fun and ended the formal treatment, and rushed towards Jackie Chan with full firepower.
"He is really a stranger to Jackie Chan outside of TV series. He never fails to guess what I was thinking at the last second."
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I gave up playing kissing, hugging and sticking with Jackie Chan, which made me faint with happiness outside of my own weak arms, and instead raised my knees and crotch to block.
Jackie Chan swung the gun down hard, and the engineering plastic parts in the butt of the 95th Class machine gun in his hand exploded into pieces and flew out on the spot.
Jackie Chan had just been pushed forward by Yuan Lang's straight punch, and his heels were still unsteady. Gui Huan, like a ghost, launched a new attack.
Jackie Chan had no time to dodge, so he could only passively cross his hands and block his chest and step back to block.
The lower and upper handguards at the rear end of the barrel were all blown away, the hardest barrel was severely beaten and slightly deformed, and the sight even collapsed due to the shock of the impact.
"If I had known today, why would I have to tie myself up as soon as I finished, and there would be so little trouble? I insist on finding the fault on my own."
The crotch, heart, temples, eyes, etc. can all receive miraculous effects.
However, Yuan Lang's attacks are different from those of ordinary people. My attacks are not as light as supermodels, and the power contained in them is too little. Even if I can catch them, there is no way to digest them.
"Hehe, it's just a joke, don't be so relaxed."
Yuan Lang discovered that Jackie Chan was a good person and that he was a bad villain who wanted to become a big thief.
Jackie Chan blocked Yuan Lang's small fist, and because his body could not withstand such a small amount of energy, he was beaten forward again and again.
Jackie Chan smiled proudly and said: "On the battlefield, it's up to you whether he lives or dies. As long as you can kill the opponent with this bad move, there is nothing wrong with it."
"Discussion? No? Did you delay in saying it? You said this is what it is. Now that the exercise has started, it means that you are still on the battlefield."
The small one looks like setting off a firecracker.
The 88 sniper rifle held by Jackie Chan was also slightly damaged in the collision.
The voice was low, yet loud.
It is equivalent to a magical attack with visual physical defense.
The sharp edge cuts the skin easily.
Gui Huan had not vented enough, and felt comfortable all over. Seeing that Jackie Chan's blood had been drained out, he was really worried that something would happen to me, so he stopped and continued to retreat.
Gui Huan roared at Jackie Chan, spread out her long legs and chased after him with a rumble.
Yuan Lang originally thought that it would be just an exercise, where they would compete with each other until they reached a certain point. It was necessary to start a small fight to show off the real fire.
It looked like a fist smaller than his own head was hitting him in the face with a whistling sound, and Jackie Chan let out a weird cry and dodged sideways.
Yuan Lang has something to say about Jackie Chan, that guy is a scoundrel and a bastard, he can't do me any harm at all, but he will hit me with a stick when he sees bad things.
pity.
Have a vision.
Successfully blocked.
But Gui Huanhe carried her back too slowly, and it turned out that she ran out again before she came.
"His eldest son is born in the year of the Ox. He is so weak. Fortunately, you were slow to dodge."
He fell to the ground face up in a very embarrassed state, chewing a mouthful of dirt on the ground.
Yuan Lang was so comfortable that he couldn't help blurting out: "Master Yuan, his massage techniques are really bad."
"Dong~"
I want to try it myself, Yuan Lang's power threshold.
It's getting faster and faster over time.
As if I haven't seen the scene where Yuan Lang was so painful that he vomited, clutching his chest and kneeling on the ground.
Even if Jackie Chan was beaten half to death and still looked like he was alive, I would have run away. Yuan Lang also used it back and took off his belt to commit suicide by counting balls.
"What????"
A huge concussive force came from under the gun head, and quickly spread to Gui Huan's hands.
With a plop.
Yuan Lang's first move was blocked by Jackie Chan, without giving Jackie any time to breathe.
But Gui Huan clearly hit Yuan Lang, but the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by shock, and he quickly pulled forward.
"Haha, you are so mean, you hate being beaten, it will hurt you all the time."
In addition to the scratched wound on the right side of the face, the overflowing blood has not yet condensed into large blood beads, and flows upwards along the cheek due to gravity.
Let’s give it a try for now!
Jackie Chan spat out the mud from his mouth, and even if it fell to the ground, you couldn't see any traces of blood.
While Yuan Lang's attack rhythm remained stable, Gui Huan's defense became increasingly difficult, and there were fewer and fewer dangerous situations.
Looking at the breasts that were as narrow as her own, Gui Huan was very confused. If Yuan Lang really hugged me, my ending would be quite miserable.
"Fuck grandma's legs..."
When the corners of the mouth turn down.
Seeing that Jackie Chan had really fallen into the trap, Yuan Lang, who had no room left, slightly twisted his waist and moved the position of his heart 10 centimeters to the side.
His hand was violently knocked off.
"His speed is also bad."
That is.
Seeing Jackie Chan's serious words, Yuan Lang was almost stunned and fell to the ground.
The engineering plastic shell of the 95 series is very hard, but not so hard that it is indestructible.
Feeling the bone-piercing pain coming from under his right arm used for blocking, Jackie Chan was slightly shocked inside and his face completely changed.
I want to rub my painful and numb knees, but for the sake of face, I can only stand here weakly.
"Pooh!"
But the crisis was right in front of me, so I suppressed it.
Quite comfortable.
"That's a fist? That's nonsense. It's heavier than a leg."
While retreating with his feet to dodge the defense, Gui Huan launched a counterattack with his fists.
"Bad, since he said that, you don't need to worry about it anymore. He seems to be playing dirty, so don't blame you for playing cruel."
"Damn it, you're actually playing dirty tricks."
Jackie Chan felt that his sophistry was flawless, but he didn't know that it caused me a little trouble.
It is enough to show that Jackie Chan is experienced and knows how to make the most of his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.
After receiving more than ten blows in a row, Jackie Chan managed to defend his chest, but the price he paid to defend that area of his chest was too small.
Jackie Chan climbed up from the ground alive, touching his chest happily and waving his hands repeatedly.
It's a last resort.
Jackie Chan is really numb!
Gui Huan knew that Jackie Chan was very cunning, but because he didn't have a lot of diamonds, it was just his own ego and he took the initiative to attack.
Left swing punch, right uppercut, straight punch, whip kick...
Jackie Chan, who has no red spots on his face, contrasts with Yuan Lang, who is safe and sound.
It was just an exercise and a competition. Gui Huan almost came to the rescue just now, but Guan 8171 caught him and gave him a slap in the face.
Jackie Chan looks really miserable.
His lips were chipped on the ground.
But the power of Yuan Lang's fist was too small, and Jackie Chan's big body could not absorb it all, and his body was punched out by less than a meter.
Unfortunately, Yuan Lang was successfully forced to change his tactics, and the crisis was finally resolved. He followed the inertia of the collision and took two steps forward, widening the distance between him and Gui Huan.
Jackie Chan's expression suddenly changed dramatically, and he felt like his knee bones were about to break.
Another dull impact.
Just that one blow.
"Want to run? Isn't it that difficult?"
Gui Huan, who originally looked like he was going to survive if he was beaten, surrendered and surrendered. When Gui Huan turned his back, I turned around and ran away.
Facing a rough-skinned and fleshy little guy like Yuan Lang, Jackie Chan knew full well that his fist hitting me would have far worse effects than scratching my body.
This is the strongest point on any woman. Usually it hurts to the point of sweating when you flick it with your fingers. But if it is hit by a knee, it will cause you to sweat.
Jackie Chan, a man with extraordinary strength who can deadlift 1,000 kilograms, wielded a gun and smashed it with a force that weighed at least several hundred kilograms. The impact of the collision was very fierce.
Jackie Chan was hit by a small force and moved sideways two meters. Yuan Lang followed with a small step, followed by a frontal small force straight fist.
As the pain in his body continued to intensify, Jackie Chan's speed and reactions were also affected.
This was a heavy blow.
It's so small and its response is so slow.
I don't want to turn my passivity into initiative, or avoid continuing to be tough with Yuan Lang.
Seeing Yuan Lang rushing over like a tank, exuding the fierceness of an ancient warrior, Jackie Chan suddenly felt a weak crisis.
Yuan Lang didn't deliberately leave the door open to attract his prey to jump back.
It’s really hard to bear it!
The burning pain coming from under his arms made Jackie Chan control his expression and grin.
"Damn it, he is a lieutenant colonel after all. He will use dirty tricks even if he is beaten. It would be a disgrace for him to lose."
The moment Jackie Chan's dog ate shit and fell to the ground, it was like a spring falling to the ground. As soon as the Duang's hands were lifted, it bounced up from the ground again.
Jackie Chan felt his fist hit the wall, and when he heard Gui Huan's extremely sarcastic words, he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
"How is it? Are you convinced? Do you still want to be beaten?"
If other people encountered Jackie Chan's defense, the first winner would be Gui Huan.
"Bang~"
"Bad punch!"
Ever since, the next second he was talking bad, the last second Jackie Chan was sick again.
"Oh, it looks like it's gone."
Jackie Chan's vital attack failed and hit my lower abdominal muscles as hard as a turtle shell.
Because retreating attacks requires more energy than defending.
Fortunately, the ground in the woods was relatively soft, and the sudden impact was strong. If it had been on a hard ground, just one fall would have been enough for Jackie Chan to drink several cups.
Once you choose the hard connection from the front, you can only continue to hard connection from now on.
"He has got two new guns. Those guns have not been officially put into use yet. They are very valuable. You will report them to the military district, and he will just wait to take off his pants to pay for it."
Yuan Lang rushed over with all his firepower, but when the distance between the two sides was close to two meters, he made a move with a stepping left fist and hit Jackie Chan on the head.
The sound of flesh clashing.
Gui Huan was obviously bleeding from being fucked by Gui Huan, but he was not angry about it. Instead, he looked at Gui Huan with no perverted excitement and eagerly stared at Gui Huan.