Asp baton handed from left hand to right hand, and the bright silver baton reflected a splendor from the sunlight. This splendor seemed to be dazzling when it shot out, but after the hand holding the baton slightly changed direction on the weekend, the splendor from the sharp sword quickly disappeared intovisible. △↗

At this moment, Alex is obviously more anxious than on the weekend.

rush!

He looked at the weekend with his head down like a wild wolf, letting go of his hand holding his wrist, then shook his hands and rushed towards the weekend, and used small steps that were frequently and quickly alternating. He almost reached the opposite side of the weekend in the blink of an eye.

When approaching, Alex just wants to quickly post it to the weekend. This is his fierceness. After approaching, his fists can fall on the other party unscrupulously.

Also close, for weekends, closeness represents danger. Letting the other party get close will not only make the baton useless, but also means that he has a useless hand. No one can choose to give up with the advantage of a weapon. Then, the hand holding the baton can hit the other party's back and thighs where the thickness of muscles is enough to resist the attack, and it is impossible to swing other fragile positions if you want to hit other fragile positions.

Boxers will choose to hug the other party when the opponent's offensive is too strong. It is the best way to protect themselves. I understand this on weekends!

Seeing Alex rushing over, he swung the baton as soon as his opponent approached. After being raised high, the baton was thrown down from top to bottom.

Wow!

A strong wind appeared out of thin air, and the weekend was filled with all the strength.

He was so fierce that he would never let the other party stick over without paying any price. As long as you want to move forward, you would either hit your head or hit your forearm that stretched out to cover it.

Bang.

A crisp sound from the thrust appeared, and the result was that Alex stopped in severe pain, at least slowed down. At that time, just take a step back on the weekend and you could stand at the best distance and launch the second and third attacks. Taking advantage of this force, you could completely swing the baton.

pity.

Alex is more ruthless than he imagined on weekends. He has not undergone special training but has worked in social welfare institutions countless times. He has learned a truth in the cycle of being beaten and beating, that is, once the opportunity is missed, he will not come back.

So, when he saw the baton raised in his hand over the weekend, he stacked two pieces of his entire arm on his head. This was not a professional defensive posture, but simply did not want to block it with his hands. If he whipped it on his hand, it would probably break the bones. Alex would never want to experience it for the second time after leaving the social welfare institution.

"Um!"

The moment the baton hit his arm, Alex groaned, his steps never stopped. Seeing the baton falling down while thrusting, the baton in his hand was bounced in the air on weekends. He endured the pain and stared at Alex, who was staring in his eyes, punched the opponent's lower abdomen with a wide open mid-door.

“shi…”

On the weekend, I felt the vibration of his lower abdomen being hit. This feeling made him not even say anything cursing. The already hit lower abdomen was immediately occupied by pain, so the pain was so painful that he couldn't straighten his waist.

It was an indescribable pain method. In fact, the pain on the skin can be ignored. The most painful thing is that this force enters the abdominal cavity. When the entire pain arises, it is impossible to tell whether it is the prostate being thrust or the fact that it has begun to turn in the lower abdomen.

The life-and-death speed of life and death entered the countdown, and the weekend's advantage disappeared under Alex's ferocity, like the splendor shot from a baton.

Alex seized the rare opportunity and fell into madness. He ignored the bruises of both arms being beaten and took advantage of the weekend to bend over and swung his fist from bottom to top to throw it out.

bump.

He was beaten on the weekend and raised his head with the flow. The severity of his nose was hit. The second time he was hit by a heavy nose made him fall into a second spasm. Almost the same second when he raised his head, the feeling of stuffiness in his nose appeared at the same time as the blood flowing out of his nose.

"Why should I stop me? I can win!"

Alex went crazy, grabbed the shoulder of Zhouzhang with one hand and walked around the other person, climbed his arms up the opponent's neck in the most familiar posture, and at the same time, he jumped up his feet and clamped his waist at the weekend, using the downward power of his entire body to pull the weekend to the end.

null.

The two people who had just separated were entangled again. This time, Alex was absolutely sure to kill the weekend. He had killed more than five people in this position.

"drink!"

After the neck was pressed, my mouth opened instantly on the weekend, my face turned red, the blood vessels on my forehead were bulging little by little, and the blue veins on my forehead thrust.

On the weekend, he reached out to grab Alex's hand that had been bent and pulled back on his neck, and he tried his best to thrust his waist. At this time, he just wanted to break free from Alex's hand.

Being fierce?

curse?

These things never appeared in the mind at the most critical moment on the weekend, and at this moment, he felt so strong that he could survive when facing real death.

"It's your fault that you shouldn't stop me!"

When Alex said this, he had already realized that the force of pulling his arm on the weekend was slowly getting smaller, which means that everything was about to end... All he had to face was the last struggle of the other party, and then, the person would enter the dying period of his about to leave the world...

bump!

A sudden muffled sound made Alex grin in pain, and his ribs were hit. After accidentally hitting the corner of the table, the pain spread from point to surface, causing the legs that were originally wrapped around the other party's waist to be released directly after this. If the hands that had not been stuck with the opponent's neck had been completely locked, this might have caused the other party to break free.

baton!

Alex realized that he had made a mistake. He punched the opponent twice. When he was at the best chance to hold the opponent's neck, he thought that this guy would be completely controlled and clapped like every woman who died in his hands. However, he forgot that his opponent's hand holding the baton was not locked by his legs, because he usually killed those unarmed women. Once these women were restrained, he would not cause too much trouble whether he hit him with his fists or scratched his nails.

The baton is different. If it is strangled on weekends, there is still enough distance to raise the baton and hit the opponent's ribs with the handle. This is a natural reaction that is stimulated when it is on the verge of death. Not to mention that the baton is in his hand at this moment, even a popsicle will stick to Adam's ribs in order to survive.

Fighting for life is a thing that changes rapidly. There is no time to think under fast attacks. Almost everyone who fights in the fight is instinct to maintain their lives. Therefore, a fighting coach said that practicing technical movements a hundred times can only mean that you have learned them. However, practicing them a thousand times can make you use them in less nervous competitions. After practicing them ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times, and countless times, your bones will have a memory of technical movements. At this time, technical movements will become an instinct.

The more times this instinct is experienced between life and death, the more experience the person will have when fighting for his life, and he will know more than anyone how to deal with the most dangerous scenes.

This is true for Alex. He used his skillful movements too many times. When he saw the opportunity appear at the most dangerous moment, the most trustworthy movement stored in the depths of his memory was immediately used. Because the opportunity was fleeting, he had no time to think carefully, so this huge loophole appeared.

On the weekend, I raised my hand holding the baton again, and grabbed the baton to death and stabbed it back as if I was holding a military sting...

Click!

Alex widened his eyes as if he heard something. It was after he held a baton and knocked his body against the ground on the roof for a little distance...

The sound of the cracked bones drilled into his ears so clearly along the surface of his skin. Then half of his body seemed to be covered by a torn pain point, and his arms that had been blocking the weekend lost their strength: "Ah!!!!"

Alex opened his mouth suddenly, and the screams squeezed out of his throat were sharpened. The long roar like a pig slaughtered through the air, swinging around the roof of Cecil Hotel.

On the weekend, I took advantage of the gap in the relaxed arms and pushed my body hard to break the blockade. I rolled sideways and kept retching: "Hit!"

He had a strange feeling, as if the other person's hand was still stuck in his throat and the pressure on his throat did not dissipate after the retching.

Looking at Alex again, he was lying on the ground like a waste, not even struggling to get up. He was so painful that he was half lying on the ground, bent backwards to support the ground, and his whole body was trembling in severe pain, and it was impossible to have the strength to continue fighting.

On the weekend when I got up, I knelt on the other leg and rushed up with one leg. The baton in my hand was raised high above my head regardless of the other person's condition, and whipped it freely regardless of the direction, according to Alex's body.

Pa, pa, pa, pa.

He was almost angry with the other party, and he whipped from Alex's half-lying position until Alex kept rolling forward and finally curled up in the corner of the wall beside the four water towers.

During that time, he used a baton to slap Alex in the face, and a blood mark appeared immediately.

During that period, he used a baton to directly pull Alex's forehead. After his skin was slashed, blood was flowing.

During that period, he used a baton to slap Alex's mouth. The other party's lips had already swelled up after whipping other parts under several slashes.

"Hit me!"

"Fight with me!"

"You, he - Mom, this lunatic!!"

"Back!"

"You fight back!!!"

He was yelling and scolding, and he couldn't care about anything. At the end of the weekend, he was so tired that he was like a dead dog that he used a baton to support the ground and breathed heavily. His red face had not faded yet.

Turning around, he walked back a few steps back to pick up his gun and his hat that flew out when he didn't know when he came back. When he walked back, he found that his opponent not only didn't want to fight for him, but also took the initiative to shrink to the corner of the wall. The handsome face was many times worse than that of himself who had nosebleeds.

On the weekend, I turned around and looked at the iron door locked by iron chains, sat down and gasped, saying, "Adam, I don't want to catch you at all now, I don't want to."
Chapter completed!