The light rain fell from the sky, and the raindrops connected the world like thin lines. When Chekov and Vick stood opposite each other at the door of the police station, Angel was stuck in the middle of the two.↑,

Puff, puff, puff, puff...

The rainfall sounded on the police cap. When the rainfall on the Chekov police cap accumulated to a certain level, the water dripped along the brim of the hat.

In that second, Wood obviously turned all his eyes to Angel, and he showed a surprise and nervousness that others could not understand.

“—uk!”

Vick, a slightly impulsive but a little clever guy, immediately came up with a countermeasure. He must not let the two people in front of him sing and say anything at the door of the police station, so he turned his body to look at Miguel behind him and said sarcastically: "What am I talking about? Since the brown bear came to the Western Division, this place has become a zoo. Even such prostitutes and girls who are taking drugs can run to the door of the police station to blackmail the police. Chekov, can you be more cowardly!"

Crash.

The handcuffs were taken out from behind Vick. He looked at Angel with the handcuffs: "Tell your lover, you, Angel, have been arrested for the crime of - selling - adultery..." In the same second, Vick turned around and approached Chekov. The distance between the two was less than one centimeter. He just raised his head and said with a fierce look on his face: "By the way, ask him how he endured that green hat!" Vick, who seemed to be talking to Angel, said this in front of Chekov.

This is a kind of mockery of actively raising hatred, which belongs to the limit of Vick's cleverness. He captured Angel in front of Chekov and was urging himself. If Chekov endured all these dirty words, it would be nothing. No one had any evidence to prove that something dirty happened between them and Angel. On the contrary, as long as Chekov could not bear it, if he dared to take action, Vick would kick Chekov out of the police station immediately after being hit.

A policeman who was arrested and sold—prostituted—at the policeman at the door of the police station was beaten, and Chekov couldn't explain the matter.

Vick's cleverness is not very clever, but his words are too impaired. He does not have the wisdom of Adam to push the weekend into the abyss step by step. He does not have the determination to betray Jimmy directly. The only thing he has is to grasp Chekov's impulse weakness.

"What are you, he, mother, saying?" Chekov unconsciously shook his head left and right. When this sentence was said, his upper lip was slightly pouting, and under the gaze, there seemed to be flames surging on his body.

Vic, who turned around and looked at the others behind him, smiled, turned around and he directly stretched out a finger to poke Chekov's chest, and said in a low voice every time he said a word, "I said, you found a ** and spoiled him like a treasure!"

bump.

Chekov stretched out his left hand like a palm fan and pressed it on Vic's face. He grabbed his face like an iron claw with five fingers and broke it to the left and exposed his big neck. Then he pulled his lunge back, clenched his fist with his right hand to reveal the joints of his fingers and knuckles. He swung it round and threw it over.

Wow!

The arm covered with towering muscles smashed the raindrops in the air on a rainy night. During this process, Vick's only reaction was to hold Chekov's wrist against his face with both hands. When the fist that seemed to be popped up by a spring swept over, he thought that at most he was punched was already countless times cruel under the wrong estimate.

puff.

Chekov's right finger knuckles hit Vick's big neck. The sound was not loud, but the power was really amazing.

Wood was stupid. He saw with his own eyes how Chekov gritted his teeth and put out all his strength in the process. This brown bear was not fighting after a dispute with his colleagues. Every time he attacked, he was instinct hidden in his muscle memory. This instinct is not free fighting, not boxing, but killing skills that only people who have experienced cold-blooded training in the special forces can master!

Vick had lost consciousness while swinging his head after being hit, and fell sideways along with Chekov's power without changing direction.

Wow.

When he fell into the water puddle that had just formed in the low-lying area beside him, countless water traces were splashed, and the hat had already knocked out when he fell down, floating constantly as the water flowed in the puddle was shaking.

Chekov had no intention of ending at all. The flame seemed to have completely burned his mind. He reached out and grabbed Vick's hair and shouted at a guy who was still in half-body paralysis by a punch: "Say-it, again?"

“Say-it(talking)!”

Wood was panicked. Almost everyone in the Los Angeles Police Department knew that Chekov was a guy that he couldn't mess with, but who would have thought he was so cruel!

"Stop him, he will kill Vic!"

Wood was the first to rush over. As the person in charge of the group, he could never retreat at this time. In the rain, Wood even surpassed Miguel and Li who were stunned and had not yet reacted. When he ran over, he jumped up directly at a low altitude. At that time, Chekov was raising his fist to launch a second round of attacks.

Swish.

Wood hugged Chekov's waist the moment he jumped up, and took advantage of the power of his body's falling to throw Chekov out.

At that second, Miguel thought that the classic action in Hollywood blockbusters appeared, but...

Wood actually just asked Chekov to shake his body and sat down next to him!

And he himself!

He hugged Chekov's waist like a propeller of a helicopter and rotated it for half a circle, rubbing the ground flat on the ground.

"Help, bastard!"

At this time, Wood had no time to think about anything, and controlling Chekov was the most important thing.

He kicked his legs from the ground and arched his body with his knees, but just as he raised his head, he saw a huge fist waving...

It's over, Wood has only one idea, he has seen that the fist hits the ear bone!

Bang.

Buzz...

After being hit, Wood shook his head violently to the other side. His face fluctuated with the wind while he was swinging, and tinnitus followed the speed of his head shook. He almost turned his face to the side and the tinnitus had already appeared.

This completely ruined Wood. He didn't know how to describe his current feeling. He was so painful that his ear drums were irritated that he lost all his strength without being in a coma. His whole head was swelling as if it was about to explode. But he couldn't control his body through his own thinking!

When Miguel and the big man Lee rushed over, Wood had lost his combat power. He was turned around by Chekov and fisted over. From the stance of arching his body to climb up, the punch directly turned into a low-altitude rollover, and lying on the ground with his back facing the sky to the ground.

Miguel was careful. While the big man Li rushed over, he reached out and pressed the yellow button on the intercom. He had a feeling that it was impossible for him and Li to subdue Chekov, and that yellow button was the life-saving straw for all policemen. As long as the police in danger were not dead, whether the intercom had electricity or had no electricity, he would transmit his positioning to Parker General Station. At the same time, all patrolmen patrolling nearby would come to support at the same time.

Chekov, who was already dirty and stood up from the ground with fierce aura, didn't care about how many people rushed over from the opposite side. He opened his mouth wide and made the veins on his neck storm, "e-on! Touch the—uk—er!!!"

bump.

The big man Li Ke did not give Chekov any chance to hit him. After Vick and Wood were knocked down one round, he knew that no one could beat him if he could limit the brown bear as soon as possible. So when Li rushed over, he almost ignored whether he was hit or not. After bent down and lit up the most resistant back, he turned his head and hugged Chekov's waist, pushed forward with force, trying to overturn Chekov in this process.

If Li met Chekov, who had just retired from the army seven years ago, he was just looking for death. Chekov would use one hand to go around his neck to fix it, and then use his elbow to hit the third section of the spine on the back of his neck and smash it hard. As long as he smashed it, Li would definitely have a more serious outcome than Wood and Vick. Fortunately, Chekov has returned to Los Angeles for seven years now. The big and small disasters he has suffered in the past seven years have weakened his aggressiveness.

Miguel chased after him and when he got close, he swung his fist and slammed Chekov on the left chin. When he thought he had used all his strength, Chekov responded the most insultingly.

Bang!

A loud bang came on a rainy night...

Chekov, whose ability to resist strikes exceeds everyone's limits of his thoughts... just tilted his head, just tilted his head!!

When he slowly twisted his head back, Chekov kicked back with one of his legs. After his body had a fulcrum, Li could not shake him forward even if he had a step forward.

The glaring eyes swept towards Miguel's eyes like a searchlight. The second Miguel actually began to touch the gun under his crotch!

He was afraid that for this devil-muscle man, he could only believe in the bullets in the gun.

"ah!!!!!"

Chekov roared, raised his fist and turned it upside down to make his elbow form a 90° angle in the opposite direction and landed heavily on Li's waist. The punch of Li's "touching" hit Li straightened his waist when he was holding Chekov.

Miguel watched Li raise his upper body with his own eyes and put his toes on his toes in a thrust upward posture!

But he didn't see Li closing his eyes, pursing his lips and pulling his facial features together with pain. Miguel pulled out the gun in this situation. The most important thing was that he thought that he would find a chance to shoot with a gun.

null!

Chekov punched Li's lower abdomen, and grabbed the lapel of his police uniform with his other hand. In this environment, Li had turned into a sandbag for safety, but Chekov shrank and hid behind the sandbag.

Empty, empty.

There were two more punches. After he finished these two punches, he could still calmly turn his head and look forward quickly. After Miguel held up his gun and adjusted his sight, he suddenly saw Chekov tilted out of his head. The moment he was about to move the muzzle, Chekov shrank his head back.

Miguel could not shoot at Lee, but he knew deeply that they were only one step away, which was extremely dangerous.

bump!

When another thumping sound came out, Miguel watched Li waving his hands and fell backwards. He finally had the chance to find the right position, but when the pistol was clenched tightly, there was no Chekov in front of him.

After a moment of dazed, Miguel seemed to see a shadow overlapping with the falling Li's body in the aftermath of light, but his body speed could not keep up with his thinking. Before he could adjust the gunman, the summons of the god of death came to his ears: "You are also a waste with a gun."

The forehead that looked like "Pu-King" was leaning back on his side. Chekov actually hid on the route where Li Xianghou fell, and quickly appeared when the other party staggered from the middle of him and Miguel!

The next second, Chekov hit his head, and the forehead covered Miguel's entire sight with a shadow. In the darkness, a head hammer hit Miguel's eyes.

bump!

Miguel was knocked dizzy in his head, and he was drawing yangko steps under his feet and twisted his side... His head was tilted, and he looked forward without even being able to move his eyes.

The patrolman standing in front of the police station, who heard the roar but did not dare to step forward at all. Almost all the people in the western part of the bureau came out, but none of these people dared to rush up to stop them.

Chekov was just one person, and he shocked the entire police station alone. Even the patrolman who had already taken out the Taser stun gun from the police station chose to give up after Miguel took out the police gun but still failed to control Chekov.

"stop!"

Preston and the five-person group **oss in a suit finally came out. The scene in front of him was so shocking. Only Chekov, including Wood, could stand intact. Miguel was about to fall, and everyone else fell to the ground without moving.

Swish.

Chekov shook his head and looked at the source of the sound. The rain wet the hair that had already been exposed after throwing the hat in the battle. The hair was swinging and dripping water. When he was swung back in front of Chekov's forehead, the rain was dripping from the tip of his hair.

He was laughing, and finally a happy smile slowly bloomed from an extremely serious face. At that time, Chekov reached out and removed the gun from his waist and threw it on the ground. All the policemen who were standing at the door of the police station who saw this action touched their guns in horror.

Everyone's heartbeat accelerated when Chekov took the pistol. This brown bear is a sharpshooter. Once he holds the gun in his hand, it will be absolutely fatal to anyone within twenty meters!

"I'll stop doing it." After saying this, Chekov, who was not good at speaking, walked over to Miguel, who was already kneeling on the ground without fear. His body was like lightning in the air, perhaps bent under pressure, but his existence represents a kind of impact.

Boss in the five-person group took a look at him and quickly grabbed the Taser stun gun from a patrolman, stepped forward a few steps to aim at Chekov's body and pulled the trigger.

bump.

The wire poked out of the stun gun hooked Chekov's clothes. When the electric current was released along the wire on a rainy night, he was ready to give Miguel the last blow. Chekov trembled with his back to all the police and fell down in the sound of the current "wa, wow".

This man, who had not even had a chance to return a mobile phone with his own strength, completely refreshed all the police's estimates of individual combat effectiveness. They would never believe that there was a second guy like Chekov in this world, which was too cruel.

"Catch him!"

Preston shouted.

Boss of five-person team shook his hand and threw down the stun gun, walked towards the parking lot on a rainy night, ignoring everything that was happening in front of him, and drove away directly.

This means that the person gives up...

At that time, police cars rushed to the support of the Western Bureau from two directions. A total of more than 20 police cars blocked the intersection of the Western Bureau. A huge searchlight was illuminated from a high altitude, and the sound of the helicopter's "tumbling" sounded around.

Preston looked at it and had the urge to commit suicide that second. The Special Operations Bureau, which belongs to the two special agencies of the Los Angeles Police Department, was dispatched almost entirely. The Air Support Section, Emergency Operation Section, Crime Control Unit, and SAT were all in place, and even half of the police from the 77th Block Branch were sent!

Preston, who was stunned, looked at the scene in front of him blankly and said in despair: "This time he threw people all over Los Angeles..."
Chapter completed!