At this time, Lu Fatzi looked a little funny, even more sad, like a jumping frog struggling to survive in a frying pot.

The scar-faced man was a little farther away, but he moved the fastest, rubbed two steps over, raised his foot from behind, and kicked the fat man's fat big ass with his hard-headed military boots.

As soon as Fat Lu rushed to the door of the stove room, his butt was kicked by the scar-faced man, his body lost his balance, and he fell diagonally forward.

His head slammed against the door frame, his head broke and flowed, lying on the ground softly, and his cheek slid down against the door frame, bringing out the red blood stains.

The fat man rolled a little more, lying flat on the ground, with the upper body in the stove and the lower body still in the hall.

The will to survive failed to make the fat man supergod, and he was still very unbearable to be completely knocked down by a kick, and he had no power to resist.

Lu Fatzi reluctantly raised his head in despair and looked ahead with frightened and pleading eyes.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely thought that he had seen it wrong.

He glared again, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at the other side of the front door of the stove with an incredulous face.

He saw Shen Chong hiding here.

Fortunately, the scar-faced man didn't notice the fat man's abnormality, but turned around and took the dagger from the thin middle-aged man behind him, and spat at the delirious Lu Fat Man on the ground, "Run?" You're going to run again! ”

Then, the scar-faced man leaned down, waved his dagger, and stabbed the fat man in the neck neatly.

The man's movements are extremely crisp and neat, without dragging mud and water, and his hands are steady, accurate, and ruthless.

The dagger's glittering blade turned into a streamer and stabbed straight away.

But the scar-faced man's plan fell through, he moved fast, and Shen Chong moved faster.

An iron hand suddenly came out from behind the door on the other side.

This is Shen Chong's left hand, and the latter first grabbed the wrist of the scar-faced man holding the knife.

The scar-faced man was furious and subconsciously wanted to break free, but he couldn't.

In the next moment, Shen Chong took a staggered step forward, and the whole person stood at the door of the stove room, and the iron fist in his right hand slammed into the throat of the scar-faced man from the bottom to the top with the sound of whirring wind.

The scar-faced man tried to step back, turning his face to look at the comer.

An indifferent face was close at hand.

"Hot pot noodles are the best!"

Shen Chong roared suddenly, and at the same time, a terrifying force slammed into the scar-faced man's neck.

The battle-hardened scar-faced man can't stand Shen Chong's iron fist, after all, the bench press power is 150 kilograms plus the explosive skills of a professional boxer.

Shen Chong was the top 75kg sanda player in China in his previous life, a multi-time national champion, and was known as Liu Hailong, who was known as the willow-legged splitter in the rivers and lakes, with a bench press power of only 100kg.

Aside from the actual combat skills, Shen Chong's punch is equivalent to a half-willow sea dragon!

A sharp pain in his throat came, and the scar-faced man almost felt like his neck was broken.

If it weren't for his well-trained and personal strength, he would have died on the spot if he didn't see it well, tense his muscles in time, dodge a little sideways, and avoid the vital point of the Adam's apple.

Under the pain, the scar-faced man's right hand holding the dagger was slightly retracted, and he felt that the force at his wrist increased sharply, and it was brought up.

The sharp dagger that the scar-faced man held in his hand was forcibly reversed, aimed at his neck, and stabbed upward

Bearing back from the sharp pain in his neck, he desperately retreated as he threw the knife away.

How could Shen Chong let him escape with one move, and then rushed forward, his left hand was still tightly pinched, and his right hand caught the dagger in the air.

"Die!"

He let out a low roar, gripped the dagger in his right hand, and stabbed it at the neck of the scar-faced man.

The sound of defeat sounded, and Shen Chong put away his knife.

The scar-faced man clutched his throat and snorted, but he couldn't breathe in, and blood splattered from the wound.

Shen Chong finally threw his left hand, took it out of the scar-faced man's waist, grabbed the pistol pinned to his waist, raised his leg and kicked it forward, kicking the bandit head so that he fell backwards, throwing out a rainbow of blood in mid-air.

Boom!

The young man with a shotgun next to him finally opened fire.

Shen Chong, who he was aiming for, was hit on the shoulder by the scar-faced man who flew back upside down, and before the muzzle of the gun was crooked, he barely fired a shot, which was very deflective, hitting the door frame and crumbling into a handful of dust.

That Shen Chong succeeded in seizing the gun, but he wouldn't use it.

At this time, how can I have time to slowly study how to open the insurance for him.

He wasn't even sure if the gun was safe or not, if he didn't pin it to his waist like a scarface man, and hit the trigger with a belt buckle......

It's just beautiful, and even if it can grow back, it's a little bit better.

Therefore, after Shen Chong stabbed the bandit leader, he took advantage of the situation and threw the iron guy deep into the stove room behind him, and then turned into lightning and threw himself out.

He is not a skilled swordsman, and he has never learned powerful swordsmanship, and he is best at using fists, so the last time he used the Pisces Sword was a messy cloak.

But this time he was pinching the short guy, close to the fist, and it was easy to get started.

Shen Chong was also startled by the young man's shotgun, and when he looked over there, he saw the black hole pipe aimed at his head.

He subconsciously pressed forward and rushed forward.

The young man was aiming seriously, suddenly lost his target, and quickly lowered the barrel.

Shen Chong rushed to the young man less than a meter away in an instant, and the machetes and daggers of the other four kidnappers fell on Shen Chong's back at the same time.

Boom!

Before he had time to take a closer look, the young man flicked the barrel of the gun and fired at Shen Chong's torso by feeling.

Shen Chong's forward momentum was paused.

He was shot.

Bang bang bang!

The young man pulled the trigger desperately and fired all three of his shots in quick succession.

Shen Chong was beaten and stepped back step by step.

The other four also stopped, gasping for air, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

Seeing such a scene, Lu Fatzi, who fell to the ground and was ecstatic because of the divine soldier falling from the sky, blood was pouring out of the corners of his eyes.

It's over, it's all over.

"Whew!"

Liang Zai, who was hiding on the side and poked out half of his head, was also frightened.

The shovel officer I just found is still hot, super fighting, and it's so cold?

Big guy, your careful plan, huh?

Fake, right?

Shen Chong lowered his head, covered his stomach, and slowly squatted down.

Of course, he will not die, but it is inevitable that he will be hit four times in a row, and this pain even surpasses that when he was disemboweled, he was disemboweled.

He smiled bitterly in his heart.

Damn, as long as I have a choice, I don't want to eat peanuts.

I have a basket solution.

There are a total of six people here, two hot guys.

I'm not a soldier king, I'm an otaku who lives in the skin of a professional boxer, and I've done a good job of winning the first shot unscathed.

In the face of the second shot, he really didn't have much to do.

But this was good news, the thief had only five shotguns, and the pistol was thrown out by himself.

So now the other party no longer has any hot weapons to take the fat man's life, and with himself here, the fat man is alive this time.

Things were slightly different from Shen Chong's previous expectations, but the result was the same.

His so-called meticulous tactics are actually only one, rushing to the fat man's side with lightning speed, and then performing the bullet in the flesh.

Now it's a stable situation.

Shen Chong didn't panic, but others thought he was going to die.

The thin middle-aged man trembled and threw himself next to the bandit leader whose throat was bleeding, "Boss! Boss, hold on! ”

The shotgun youth was more alert, turned the barrel of the gun and threw it down with the butt, and aimed it at Shen Chong's head.

Shen Chong fell softly.