Chapter 886 Crime City (21)


Chapter 886 Crime City (21)

On the other side, Ma Xidao moved quickly with an agility that was incompatible with his strong body, dodging one chop or thrust after another, and then responded with a A powerful and heavy punch.

Almost no Yakuza could resist his fists with their own heads. Whenever there was a dull sound of "bang", someone would fall down or even fly out.

Although Jack put away his gun, he was holding the Holy Sword of Physics after all, and the people who fell under him were too bloody. As he continued to fight, most of the Yakuza attacked him. Ma Xidao went with his bare hands.

“Pfft!”

Ma Xidao only had a heavy fist and had never practiced the Golden Bell Iron Cloth Shirt. Faced with so many sharp blades, he accidentally failed and there was a bloody mark on his left shoulder.

Hearing his groan, Jack knew something was wrong, and moved his feet quickly to get closer to him. The heavy crowbar in his hand flew up and down, as if it was weightless.

The scalp-numbing buzz sounded again. The two Yakuza in front of him were frightened and backed away, but they gave Jack room to move.

The crowbar he swung seemed to fly behind him with too much force. As if there were eyes behind him, Jack directly avoided Ma Xidao, who just took two steps back because of the pain, and gave him a sideways kick.

Using the latter's huge body to block his sight, the bent end of the crowbar appeared at an incredible angle in the pupil of Yakuza who stabbed Ma Xidao, breaking his right arm holding the knife.

"Ah!"

As soon as the first scream came out, the half-retracted crowbar swung out again. This time the target was the left knee where his center of gravity was. The scream instantly turned into a pitch that increased several times. A scream of screams.

“Buzz~~~Bang!” Ma Xidao, who had just retreated, took the opportunity to step forward, and the angry punch even made a sound like the crowbar in Jack’s hand, hitting the man who bowed his head in pain. Yakuza forehead.

The violent concussion instantly interrupted the performance of this new-generation tenor, sending him into a sweet sleep, forgetting the severe pain caused by the shattered arms and kneecaps.

With two sounds of "Dang! Dang!", Jack's crowbar picked up two of his ribs and helped Ma Xidao get out of the siege. This guy took the opportunity to grab a Yakuza by the neck and lift the chick. Usually it is lifted up in mid-air, hit hard on the ground, followed by a kick to knock it out.

The two of them were fighting like this, and they actually had some tacit understanding. Jack looked around, and the crowbar in his hand blocked all the sharp blades. From time to time, he would knock out the limbs, while Ma Xidao was responsible for the finishing moves, punching one after the other. Little Karami.

Nearly 20 Yakuza faced off against the two of them, but within seven or eight minutes, they were all knocked down amidst a heart-wrenching sound of flesh and bone intersecting, even those who could moan. After a few seconds, the place fell into a deathly silence.

"Hey, you two are the only ones left." The crowbar in Jack's hand spun twice like Sun Dasheng's golden cudgel, then stopped suddenly, and was gently placed on the bar table aside. With a smile, he raised his hand and pointed at Richie opposite him and Bai Mao, who had not made any move in the red suit.

Rich's cheeks twitched with a beard, and he stared at Jack, "Are you Zhou Xingzhe's men?"

Jack sneered, "We are the police who represent justice. , ready to bring both of you to justice, but I just happened to run into you first.”

"Oshima." Richie patted the white-haired man in a red suit next to him.

"Hey Xi!" The white-haired guy called Da Dao looked at Ma Xidao with fierce eyes. He took off his red suit with a shake of his shoulders, then reached out and pulled off the floral shirt underneath, revealing the tattoos all over his body.

“Want to play for a ride?” Jack leaned against the bar and made an invitation gesture to Ma Xidao. "Hmph!" Ma Xidao, who had always remained silent during the fight, was somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that he was facing off against a miscellaneous fish, so he snorted coldly and got into a boxing stance.

What is a little surprising is that this big island actually uses Sanda routines instead of karate and other kung fu. The hands are in the same defensive posture as boxing. .

Taking advantage of his height and long arms, he fired two punches from left and right, but Ma Xidao ducked and ducked with a cat-walk, then whipped his leg twice and kicked hard on the inner calf and outer thigh of his left leg.

Taking advantage of the opponent's pain, Oshima threw two quick jabs in succession, but one punch missed. The other punch was blocked by the impatient Ma Xidao's right arm, and he punched him in the ribs with his left hand. .

Because this punch was too hasty and it was a left-handed punch, the strength was a bit average. However, Oshima, who was hit in the weak spot, subconsciously straightened up. As a result, Ma Xidao followed up with another left-hand punch, hitting the center. His cheeks.

Oshima, who was unsteady on his feet, stumbled to one side and overturned a pile of tables, chairs and benches.

"Hey, continue." Ma Xidao waved to him, waited for him to stand up again, raised his right fist and hit him.

Although it is regarded as a trash fish, compared with the gang of Yakuza just now, this big island-sized monster can be regarded as an elite monster. When the two of them were clearing the monsters, they had witnessed Ma Xidao swinging his right fist and punching one after another. The scene, where would you dare to take it hard?

He bent his legs and raised his arms, leaned forward, and quickly got close to Ma Xidao before he swung his right fist with all his strength. He caught him in advance and locked his right arm tightly with both hands. Then he raised his left leg and used a very insidious knee kick.

Fortunately, Ma Xidao returned to defense with his left hand in time, blocked it for a while, and pushed it away with force. Oshima, who was pulled away, twisted around hard and followed up with a high whip kick.

Ma Xidao quickly leaned back to avoid this dangerous kick. He was startled into a cold sweat. He suddenly felt impatient. He stumbled slightly and stepped forward again. His right fist feinted, and his left fist Punch it out from the armpit and hit it right in the middle of Oshima's chest and abdomen.

This is where the diaphragm, which helps the lungs breathe, is located between the chest and abdominal cavity. Oshima, who was directly interrupted, could not maintain his boxing frame and subconsciously bent into a shrimp.

Ma Xidao opened his bow from left to right, and a left swing punch completely broke Oshima's fist. Then he hit his cheek with two and three punches. Finally, his right fist used force again, right at the base of the middle ear.

"Asiba, I'm exhausted."

Exhaling heavily, Ma Xili straightened the messed up sweatshirt, and Oshima facing him made a puff, his ears and nose He fell to the ground bleeding and completely lost consciousness.

"Baga!" Richie's eyes flashed fiercely, and he drew out the katana in his hand with a clang.

"This is mine." Jack quickly picked up the crowbar again and stopped Ma Xidao who was about to step forward.

Just kidding, he specially brought this guy here just for this guy with a samurai sword. How could he let others steal the limelight?

Pulling out the pistol and handing it to Ma Xidao, Jack turned around and stood in front of Richie, swinging the crowbar in his hand for half a circle, making a buzzing sound.

"Hey, LittleJapanese, let me see your little toy."

(End of this chapter)

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