"Good skills, but you, Yuan Lang, have a good plan, and I, Jackie Chan, also have a ladder to cross the bridge."
Jackie Chan secretly said, reacting very quickly.
Also shoot out in the air!
But it wasn't a competition to see who could shoot in the air, but instead he grabbed the muzzle of the machine gun used by Class 95 with his backhand and used it as a stick to hit Yuan Lang with his backhand.
Jackie Chan's goal was to capture Yuan Lang alive, but he couldn't do it with a gun, otherwise he would have shot him just now.
"Can you still play like this?"
When Yuan Lang saw Jackie Chan playing with guns like this, the good Class 95 used the machine gun as a stick and hit him at him. It was too late to hide.
Yuan Lang turned around forcefully while stuck in the air, reaching the limit of his skill.
I could only watch helplessly as Flight 95 hit me.
"Boom~"
The voice was low, but loud.
Jackie Chan, a man with extraordinary strength who can deadlift 1,000 kilograms, wielded a gun and smashed it with a force that weighed at least several hundred kilograms. The impact of the collision was very strong.
The engineering plastic shell of the 95 series is very hard, but not so hard that it is indestructible.
Jackie Chan slammed the gun down hard, and the engineering plastic parts in the butt of the Class 95 machine gun in his hand exploded into pieces and flew out on the spot.
The huge impact accelerated and even caused a small fragment to fly out, scratching the left side of Yuan Lang's face.
The sharp edges cut through the skin easily.
A thin slit with a length of about two centimeters and a depth reaching the dermis appeared, rapidly turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The blood is pouring out!
The 88 sniper rifle held by Yuan Lang was also seriously damaged in the collision.
The upper and lower handguards at the front of the barrel were all blown away, the hardest barrel was slightly deformed, and the scope collapsed due to the shock of the impact.
A huge concussive force came from the gun head and quickly spread to Yuan Lang's hands.
He had a gun in both hands and couldn't grasp it.
His hand was violently smashed off.
Because there was a gun sling hanging on his body and the gun attached to him, the gun was thrown out and brought a huge pulling force, which made Yuan Lang's center of gravity in the air unbalanced.
He fell face down to the ground in a very embarrassed state, chewing a mouthful of dirt on the ground.
He is worthy of being the leader of special operations.
The moment Yuan Lang's dog gnawed feces and fell to the ground, it was like a spring falling to the ground. With a snap, it bounced up from the ground again.
"Pooh!"
Yuan Lang spat out the mud in his mouth, and blood streaks could still be seen when it fell to the ground.
His lip was bruised on the ground.
Coupled with the scratched wound on the left face, the overflowing blood has also condensed into small blood beads, flowing down the cheek under the influence of gravity.
Yuan Lang, who has two red spots on his face, contrasts with Jackie Chan, who is completely unharmed.
Yuan Lang looked really miserable.
"You are an Ox. You are so strong. Fortunately, I can hide quickly."
Yuan Lang was obviously bleeding from being fucked by Jackie Chan, but he was not angry about it. Instead, he looked abnormally excited and stared at Jackie Chan eagerly.
"Your speed isn't bad either."
Jackie Chan threw the broken gun in his hand to the ground, made fists with both hands and stared at Yuan Lang: "Should you catch him by yourself, or should I go over and beat you unconscious and tie you up? As a friendly reminder, it will hurt a little if I hit you."
"Haha, I'm a bitch, I just like to be beaten and hurt."
Yuan Lang speaks with a bit of perverted madness, which is a unique attribute of him. The way he speaks is also very special, with a bit of a lunatic attribute.
Ever since, what he said was fine one second, Yuan Lang got sick again the next second.
"You broke two new guns. These guns have not been officially put into use yet. They are very precious. I will report it to your military district. Just wait until you take off your pants to pay for it."
"What????"
Seeing Yuan Lang's serious words, Jackie Chan was almost stunned and fell to the ground.
"Hehe, it's just a joke, don't be so nervous."
Yuan Lang grinned, stretched out two fingers of his right hand to hook him, and said provocatively: "Come on, private, I'm right here, come and catch me."
"He is really the familiar Yuan Lang from the TV series. You will never guess what is going on in his mind the next second."
Jackie Chan knew that Yuan Lang had many tricks, but because he had countless diamonds, he did not fail him at all and launched the attack on his own initiative.
He rushed up like a tank and hit Yuan Lang with a frontal punch in the face.
"Good punch!"
Seeing the fist, which was almost bigger than his own head, hit his face with a whistling sound, Yuan Lang let out a strange scream and dodged sideways.
While using his feet to dodge and defend, Yuan Lang launched a counterattack with his fists.
The upper punch with the fist tilted upward at a 45-degree angle, using all of Yuan Lang's martial arts skills, directly hit Jackie Chan's heart, and he would break through ten powers with one move.
The heart is one of the key weak points of the human body. No matter how strong a person is, he will collapse after being punched.
It is equivalent to a magical attack that ignores physical defense.
Just this one blow.
It is enough to show that Yuan Lang is experienced and knows how to make the most of his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.
Facing a big guy like Jackie Chan with rough skin and thick flesh, Yuan Lang knew that the effect of his fists on him would not be any better than tickling him.
Without the use of weapons to break through defenses, the only way is to attack the weak points.
The crotch, heart, temples, eyes, etc. can all receive miraculous effects.
Yuan Lang was very confident in his speed and concluded that Jackie Chan's frontal punches were already exhausted and he would not have time to dodge his fists.
When the corners of the mouth are raised.
It was as if I had already seen the scene where Jackie Chan was so painful that he was vomiting and kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest.
"Bang~"
The sound of flesh clashing.
It was as big as a firecracker.
But Yuan Lang, who clearly hit Jackie Chan, the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared in an instant, replaced by shock, and he quickly pulled back.
"Want to run? Is it that easy?"
Jackie Chan deliberately left the door wide open to attract prey to jump in on their own.
Seeing that Yuan Lang had really fallen into the trap, Jackie Chan, who had already left some room, twisted his waist slightly and moved the position of his heart 10 centimeters to the side.
Yuan Lang's vital attack failed and hit his upper abdominal muscles as hard as a turtle shell.
This strength...
Quite comfortable.
Jackie Chan was so comfortable that he couldn't help blurting out: "Master Yuan, your massage techniques are really good."
He shouted with his mouth, but his hands did not move slowly.
He put his hands together from both sides and hugged Yuan Lang back, as if he wanted to hug Yuan Lang into his arms and play an intimate hug to increase the relationship between the two.
Yuan Lang felt his fist hit the wall, and when he heard Jackie Chan's extremely sarcastic words, he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
I'm even more curious about the first time the two met. Old A is in a confidential unit. How did Jackie Chan know that his surname was Yuan.
But the crisis was in front of him, so he suppressed it forcefully.
I can’t take care of it for the moment!
Looking at his own breasts as wide as two in front of him, Yuan Lang knew very well how miserable his ending would be if he was really hugged by Jackie Chan.
But Jackie Chan hugged him back too fast, and it turned out that it was too late to run out again.
He's so big, but his reactions are so fast.
Yuan Lang is really numb!
Seeing that the conventional moves were no longer effective, he, the dignified squadron leader from the special forces, was about to be defeated by a mere private.
Yuan Lang decisively resorted to crooked tactics.
He gave up dodging and escaping to the outside, and even raised his knees to push forward.
The position and direction are impartial, it is Jackie Chan's crotch.
That's the most vulnerable spot for any man. Usually, it's painful enough to make you sweat just by flicking it with your fingers. But if it's hit by a knee, it's going to be painful.
It was definitely a piece of cake, it felt so good that I felt like I was in the sky.
"Damn it, you're actually playing dirty tricks."
Jackie Chan discovered that something was wrong with Yuan Lang. If he didn't act like a good adult, he would become a little thief.
As a last resort.
I can only protect my brother first.
She gave up playing kissing, hugging and sticking with Yuan Lang, letting him faint from happiness in her strong embrace, and instead raised her knees and crotch to block.
"Dong~"
Another dull impact.
Yuan Lang's expression changed drastically in an instant, and he felt like his knee bones were about to burst.
Fortunately, Jackie Chan was successfully forced to change his moves, and the crisis was resolved. He followed the inertia of the collision and took two steps back, widening the distance between him and Jackie Chan.
I wanted to rub my painful and numb knees, but for the sake of face I could only stand there.
"You damn bitch, you're a lieutenant colonel after all. If you can't beat me, you'll use dirty tricks. Are you going to be embarrassed?"
It was just a training exercise. Jackie Chan almost lost his life just now, but he didn't care, he would just slap him if he was caught.
"A dirty trick? Haha."
Yuan Lang smiled proudly and said: "On the battlefield, either you die or I die. As long as it can kill the opponent, it is a good move. There is no such thing as evil."
"Damn, that's a battlefield, we're just competing." Jackie Chan said angrily.
"Discussion? Is there any? Did we say it in advance? If we didn't say it, then it's not. The exercise hasn't ended yet, which means we are still on the battlefield."
Yuan Lang felt that his sophistry was perfect, but he didn't know that it brought him big trouble.
Jackie Chan originally thought that it would be just an exercise, where they would learn from each other and that would be enough. There was no need to go into a big fight to make it really exciting.
There is no need to get injured or anything like that!
But Yuan Lang bit Lu Dongbin and didn't recognize the good heart. He didn't engage in a male contest with Jackie Chan, and resorted to damaging moves when he couldn't defeat him.
What he said was clear and logical, and I didn’t think there was any problem.
Jackie Chan is really angry now!
"Okay, since you said so, I don't need to worry anymore. If you can't play dirty, then don't blame me for playing cruel."
Jackie Chan gave up playing around and started getting serious, charging at Yuan Lang with full firepower.
"Oh, it seems like I'm out of luck."
Seeing Jackie Chan rushing over like a tank, exuding the toughness of an ancient warrior, Yuan Lang suddenly felt a strong crisis.
But he didn't hide.
He wanted to test Jackie Chan's power threshold himself.
Unexpectedly.
Just this thought caused him misery.
Jackie Chan rushed over with all his firepower, but when the distance between the two sides was close to two meters, he made a move with a stepping right fist and hit Yuan Lang on the head.
Yuan Lang advanced instead of retreating, and used his left hand to block Jackie Chan's right swing.
Successfully blocked.
But Jackie Chan's fist was too powerful, and Yuan Lang's small body couldn't absorb it all, and his body was punched out by more than one meter.
Because of the forced displacement caused by being repelled, Yuan Lang's feet made two deep marks on the ground.
"Is this a fist? That's nonsense, it's heavier than a leg."
Feeling the bone-chilling pain in his left arm used for blocking, Yuan Lang was deeply shocked and his expression completely changed.
He finally stopped playing around and started to take this battle seriously.
Yuan Lang knew that Jackie Chan was serious about it, and if he still dealt with it casually and didn't go all out, he would definitely suffer a big loss.
pity.
Yuan Lang's repentance was a bit late.
Jackie Chan's first move was blocked by Yuan Lang, which did not give Yuan Lang any time to breathe.
Yuan Lang was pushed back by the force and moved sideways two meters. Jackie Chan followed up like a shadow, and then followed up with a powerful straight punch from the front.
The punch came fast and hard.
Yuan Lang had no time to dodge, so he could only block with his hands crossed in front of his chest.
"Dong~"
It's like beating a heavy drum.
Yuan Lang blocked Jackie Chan's casserole-sized fist, but because his body could not withstand such a large amount of energy, he was beaten back again and again.
Yuan Lang couldn't control his expression and grinned as the burning pain radiated from his arms.
"The fist is too heavy. Was it made by a human? It's like a fucking hammer."
Yuan Lang felt that his bones were about to break, and the impact and shock in his heart were increasing day by day. His evaluation of Jackie Chan was making great strides toward becoming a monster.
I want to turn my passivity into initiative, or avoid continuing to be tough with Jackie Chan.
I really can’t bear it anymore!
However, Jackie Chan's attack rhythm was so good that it came one after another like ocean waves, giving him no room to breathe at all.
If you choose front-facing hard connection at the beginning, then you can only keep hard-connecting it from now on.
No.
Yuan Lang had just been knocked back by Jackie Chan's straight punch, and before he could even stand firm on his heels, Jackie Chan launched a new attack like a ghost.
Right swing, left hook, straight punch, whip kick...
Jackie Chan made one move after another in a row, each move was a hard move with wide opening and closing, and the sound of skin and flesh hitting each other resounded through the woods.
Yuan Lang was beaten one-sidedly throughout the whole process. He was only defensive, and there was no room for counterattack.
Yuan Lang's fighting skills are indeed very good. All of Jackie Chan's attacks will be blocked by him, and his defense can be said to be airtight.
If anyone else encounters Yuan Lang's defense, Yuan Lang will definitely win in the end.
Because offense is more physically demanding than defense.
However, Jackie Chan's attacks are different from ordinary people's. His attacks are already serious and contain too much power. Even if he can catch them, there is no way to digest them.
Every time Yuan Lang intercepts Jackie Chan's attack, he feels the "sublimation" of his soul.
That one blow after another.
It seemed like it was going to knock his soul out of his body.
After taking more than ten moves in a row, Yuan Lang managed to hold on to his chest, but the price he paid to hold on to this area was too high.
There is no place on the upper and lower parts of the hands and feet that is not painful.
He could already predict in advance that after he returned from this fight, his legs and feet would be covered in bruises, and there might even be bone fractures.
As the pain in his body continued to intensify, Yuan Lang's speed and reactions were also affected.
It's getting slower and slower over time.
While Jackie Chan's attack rhythm is still stable, Yuan Lang's defense becomes more and more difficult, and there are more and more dangerous situations.
finally!
After three minutes of intense fighting between the two sides, Yuan Lang could no longer maintain his iron-like defense and was kicked out by Jackie Chan.
It hurt so much that Yuan Lang saw stars in the sky, and cold sweat broke out from his forehead.
Plop.
Yuan Lang flew four or five meters away and fell to the ground in a panic, with blood pouring from the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, the relatively soft ground in the woods cushioned a lot of the impact of the fall. If it were replaced by hard ground, just one fall would be enough for Yuan Lang to drink several cups.
"How are you? Are you convinced? Do you still want to be beaten?"
Jackie Chan had almost vented his anger and felt comfortable all over. Seeing that Yuan Lang's blood had been drained out, he was really worried that something would happen to him, so he stopped attacking.
If Yuan Lang really gets into serious trouble, he will have to leave the special forces or even retire.
That would be a grave sin!
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, if I don't fight you, you're just a pervert, a monster that ran out of some mountain. If you continue to beat me, my bones will be broken by you."
Yuan Lang got up from the ground in pain, touched his chest uncomfortably and waved his hands repeatedly.
It looked like he really didn't want to struggle anymore.
"If I had known today, why would I have tied myself up in the first place? Wouldn't it have been so troublesome? I insist on finding the fault myself."
Jackie Chan saw Yuan Lang being so honest and courteous, so he turned around and went to get the rifle on the ground, took off the strap and used it to tie up Yuan Lang.
Yuan Lang, who originally looked beaten to death, surrendered and surrendered, turned around and ran away as soon as Jackie Chan turned his back.
"I'll fuck your grandma's legs..."
Jackie Chan was speechless for Yuan Lang, his sixth brother. This guy was simply a scoundrel and a bastard. He couldn't be nice to him at all. This guy would hit someone with a stick when he saw someone he liked.
The duck that has been stuffed into his mouth wants to run away, how can Jackie Chan let him get his wish.
Yuan Lang was beaten half to death, he would have run away, and Jackie Chan would not have to go back, he would take off his belt and commit suicide on the spot.
"If you fucking run away, I'll take your last name."
Jackie Chan roared at Yuan Lang, stretched out his long legs and ran after him.
(End of chapter)
