ah!!!!!

Chekov, who was roaring, took a step forward with the force of being smashed, and his whole body swung his right foot with his left foot as the axis in rotation, and threw his middle whip leg towards the opponent's waist. ←,

This is the battle Chekov wants!

This is the opponent Chekov wants!

A person who has reached the peak of willpower, combat power, and strength and can still give his life to his life. It was the first time in his police career!

bump!

The moment when the whip kicked the opponent's waist and eyes, Chekov didn't think that this kick could solve the opponent. Almost as soon as he turned around, he saw the "Mexican in a black suit" being kicked and staggered against the wall next to him. The next second, the bear pounced directly and chased the opponent without any routine and kicked him hard.

Chekov's reaction speed and ability to resist strikes exceeded the expectations of the Mexicans. He did not expect that he would hit the opponent's right shoulder with a K butt so that the gun in the opponent's hand fell to the ground. This guy didn't even have any convulsions after pain. What kind of monster is this? He didn't expect that the opponent could fight back in this situation, and even kicked it in his waist.

"Um!"

The Mexican held his breath, and he had to hold it in his breath, because if there was a slight slack and pain, it would come in an instant, and that was the most dangerous moment.

Turning around, he saw that the Russians had already started to turn their bodies when they caught up. Then a loud noise hitting the wall came from his ears. When a "empty" sound came, a foot that was larger than any size in the shoe store was just stomping on the wall.

This should have been a moment of gratitude, but the Mexicans could not be glad. After kicking the ball, Chekov had already stretched out his left hand and grabbed his clothes. Next, he would use his knee to hit the other person's crotch!

This is a key node for both of them to die, and this moment forced them to relax.

Anti-joint.

The Mexican instantly threw away the gun in his hand. The first reaction after being grabbed by someone was to reverse the joint. As long as the forearms of his hands were used to hit the other party's elbow in the opposite direction, the front and back of the other party's elbows were severely impacted by the impact of the anti-joint force... But the arm of the monster in front of him was too thick. The forearms and muscles as thick as an ordinary teacup bowl burst up and stretched out the police uniform and stretched out the top arm that stretched out the muscle lines. He quickly gave up this idea. How much strength does it take to break such a hand?

Immediately afterwards, the Mexican stretched out his hands to pinch Chekov's wrist. He twisted his hands hard and exposed the inner side of his opponent's elbow joint. At this time, he smashed the inner side of his opponent's elbow joint with a single fist with his left hand. When he succeeded, the opponent's arm was bent and like a mountain approached, and the elbow of Chekov's wrist was swinging with his right hand and turned in...

Bang!

Chekov discovered something. The Mexican in front of him was faster than him and his skills were more agile than him! The two small hands, like small branches, were dazzling, and they completed all the movements almost instantly. They also prepared a killer move at the end. The opponent's elbow hit him with his big neck after tractioning his body.

Chekov, who rushed forward, faced the same danger as Vick, but Chekov, who had experienced countless lives and deaths, was ten thousand times more than Vick thief.

Shrink your neck.

How could Chekov, the killing skills in these troops, be unfamiliar with them? He is not only very familiar with them, but also has rich experience in various battles. Otherwise, how could he stretch out a big hand to control Vic's face before punching the opponent's big neck?

Bang.

Another crisp sound, the Mexican elbow swept over Chekov's chin. He was slapped with a big mouth and quickly turned his head and moved his footsteps to the side. When he stood firm, he turned around and saw that the Mexican's eyes changed. The teeth were bitten in the resentful stir of the corners of his mouth.

Chekov stared at the other party fiercely, slowly moving his right shoulder like an angry brown bear was about to roar at his opponent. At that time, his right hand finally sootheed a little in the paralysis. Although he felt a little pain every time he moved, this no longer hindered his movements.

Click.

After Chekov held his hand on the lapel, he tore up all the buttonholes on the weekend police uniform. The clothes were pulled apart under this explosive force and then taken off.

The chest hair as dense as the jungle appeared under the street lights. While Chekov was - naked - naked - lit up the towering trapezoidal muscles, which were as beautiful as the armor, and he didn't want to limit the size of the clothes to move. He wanted to exert the effect that every muscle on his body should have.

Gah.

The Mexican clenched fists heard the sound of bone staggering. Because Chekov's reaction was too fast, he did not continue to chase after the elbow. As a result, after the opponent took off his shirt, a guy with a line that was more beautiful than the beauty pageant appeared in front of him... If this guy swung his fist and hit him with all his strength, that power... The Mexicans would not continue to think about it!

But the battle must continue!

bass.

The Mexican rushed over. Because he saw Pablo who had walked out of a Mexican restaurant on weekends and running here. If he didn't get rid of the stupid guy in front of him as soon as possible, he might fall into a one-on-three fight, so... kill!

He has no choice.

Chekov, whose right hand was slightly relieved, and the one just now have become two people!

When the Mexican punched Chekov's face, he didn't hide at all. The Russian brown bear, who was completely angry, stretched out his left hand and looked at the other party's arm and slapped hard. With a "bang" slapped the opponent's attack, letting the hand slide down, and swung his right fist and directly hit the other party's lower abdomen.

null!

Although this punch hit the Mexican's entire stomach and intestines, the force that penetrated the body seemed to be a big hand that pinched all the organs in his body. It felt like someone was trying to grab the organs in his body. He could only bend over and pant.

The Mexican understood that his attack was nothing to the other party, and every time this Russian hit him, he was a heavy blow to him.

He cannot retreat, and one step back will face the fatal blow from the bear!

The fierce Mexican endured the throbbing pain in his lower abdomen, and at the same time punched Chekov's ear bone with a backhand.

This was a desperate moment. He ignored the opponent's attack and ignored the consequences he would face. The Mexicans were burning the last madness in his life.

If he fights, he can only fight.

How could Chekov stand and be beaten? His right hand had already waved, and the pain from his shoulder could not stop the bear's savage at all!

He wants to give the respect from the opponent in front of him, that is, to try his best to knock down the opponent!!

null!

The huge fist slapped horizontally, like a crane hanging two stone slabs swinging horizontally and then slapped heavily on the human body.

The Mexican was in trouble, and his fist did sweep into Chekov's ear bones. However, the opponent's huge force hit his face directly. The impact made his head sink desperately to the side, and his whole body seemed to be about to fall.

He wanted to move his steps, to stop his fallen body, and to stagger after a staggering stagger, he barely stepped on the ground to stabilize his footsteps and continue fighting. But all this is impossible!

Bang!

After the punch, Chekov poked out his left hand in the direction of the opponent's fall and held the Mexican man to fall. Then he swung his right fist again. The bear swung the brown bear, which was all savage in the violent rage, and one punch was already unbearable to the human body, and the second punch felt more powerful than the last time!

Wow!

The huge fist swung in the night wind, and Chekov aimed the joints of his finger bones at the Mexican temples, and threw the second fist out again without any hesitation.

bump!!!

The Mexican's cheek was covered by Chekov with his left hand, and he used his head to bear all the power of Chekov's move. When he was hit, countless small vortexes rotating in the air suddenly appeared in the world in front of him. It seemed like the dizziness caused by squatting for too long and getting up too violently when he stood up. This dizziness gradually destroyed the entire world in front of him, and followed by the severe pain caused by the opponent's power!

He seemed to feel something in his head stretching out his hands and tearing the bones along the gaps in the skull. The pain was not something that could be resisted at all. At this moment, the pain in his waist and the pain in his lower abdomen could no longer be held back, and the whole body seemed to be thrown into a meat grinder.

Buzz!

The sirens sounded at this moment, and the red and blue lights around it were thriving. A series of police cars began to stop from the two intersections of the road. All the police who came to support saw the last scene of Chekov's abuse of the Mexicans when they got off the car.

He swung his fist for the third time. This time, Chekov let go of his hand covering the Mexican's cheek, and while waving his right fist, the entire human body began to rotate violently to one side. The force of this punch was completely greater than the first time he hit the Mexican bald head. When he rushed over with a gun on the weekend, he felt that the Mexican might be killed by Chekov with one punch!

null!

Chekov, who turned around and punched the Mexican cheeks, twisted his waist with his legs spread apart. The hair covered him with extremely thick hair, swung his arms into a semi-arc shape and pushed his big fist to exert his full strength.

Bang!

The Mexican had completely lost his dodging ability in the last strike. This time, when the fist hit him, he was knocked to the side by the force without even making a head-shaking move.

He couldn't stand any longer, and the remaining power in his body could not support his body.

Not to mention him, it would be impossible for anyone to stand there and let Chekov punch three times in his head.

bump.

The whole world quieted down when that cruel and tenacious body fell. Standing very close to Chekov on the weekend, as if watching the finale of a movie, the director of the movie chose to show everything in the final scene in the form of a silent film, because it would be even more shocking.

When the Mexican fell, his shoulders hit the ground first, and then his head swung backwards under the recoil of the force hitting the ground. When the head was swinging and falling on the ground, he dubbed this scene in his heart in his heart, and it seemed to be spreading from the bottom of his heart. The falling body turned outward from the side lying posture to lie flat. When the Mexican eyes appeared under the street lights, he actually saw those eyes oozing outward on the weekend!

He was helpless. When he watched Chekov hit the opponent's head with his own eyes on the weekend, he knew that the Mexican was no longer saved.

"Chekov!"

The moment Matthew walked down from the police car, he saw the shirtless Chekov shaking his head hard. He was not feeling well. The Mexican hit his ear bones before his death, causing tinnitus to tremble in his brain until now.

Chekov looked up and looked forward, and used the skin near the finger bone to completely lift up. He patted his left ear with his right hand, and he turned his head and looked at the weekend without saying anything to Matthew, and smiled and said, "My partner, don't you want to express anything about what happened just now?"

He had no idea what to say on weekends, so he watched with his own eyes the god-like man in front of him open up a street with his own strength!

"Bastard, you - he - mom - made me watch a Hollywood lone hero blockbuster that happened in real life! What else do you want me to say?" said to the medical staff who came over on the stretcher over the weekend: "Doctor, my partner needs treatment!"

Pablo ran over quickly and stood in front of Matthew and said, "Privately, this time it was Chekov who saved all of us. In addition, I saw four Mexicans running in that direction. It would be better to organize a pursuit immediately..."

"Hey guys!"

Nick shouted in the Mexican restaurant and threw out six bags of crystal-filled plastic bags outside the window: "Guess what? I found a basement full of these things, and a Mexican lying in the restaurant, I guess he is Hernandez!"

A basement full of ice-toxic??!!!
Chapter completed!