The atmosphere suddenly became strange.
The weather was originally sunny and bright, but it seemed that dark clouds had passed by, and the sky was gloomy and dark.
There was an eerie atmosphere in the air in the Wind Room.
Lao Hua got up, and the dozen or so thugs beside him hurriedly left the wind hall and returned to the prison cell.
Kunchai's face turned pale, his fingers trembled slightly, and he looked at Qin Fei with a look of confusion.
Qin Fei looked into the prison and saw one or two thugs rummaging around in the lockers, as if they were looking for something.
A sharpened plastic toothbrush hit the ground, and a thug quickly picked it up and slipped it into his waist.
When one person dealt with more than a dozen, and the other party still had an earthen murder weapon, Qin Fei knew that even if he was careful, he would hang the lottery.
Now we must make up our minds to put these big and small kings in place at one time.
As a highly trained soldier, the choice in a critical moment is extremely accurate and fast.
Qin Fei strode directly towards the old flower in the corner of the wind release hall.
Presbyopia's eyes suddenly became round.
He didn't expect Qin Fei to come over to him at this time, he had just arranged for his minions to prepare things to let this kid bleed.
When ordinary people see this situation, the first thing they think about is how to protect themselves, and some people even shout for help from the correction.
Of course, this is a practice that can be taken care of for a while, but not for a lifetime.
As soon as the discipline leaves, there is still a chance to do it, everyone lives in a space of dozens of square meters, how to do it, when to do it, completely control the initiative.
However, he didn't meet ordinary people.
On the battlefield, if you are at a disadvantage, then it is better to seize the initiative first.
Once you fall into passivity, then you can only wait for death.
Now, Qin Fei decided to take the initiative himself.
Instead of waiting for the old flower to organize good people to clean up themselves, it is better to take advantage of their unstable foothold and strike first!
A prison bully standing in front of Lao Hua turned blue, and pointed at Qin Fei to bluff: "Boy, come here again and kill ......"
The word "you" didn't come out, and he suddenly screamed "ah".
Qin Fei directly grabbed this guy's finger and broke it.
Click- After a crisp sound, the guy's index knuckle immediately dislocated.
Ten fingers hurt to the heart.
The guy immediately fell to his knees.
Qin Fei didn't have any stagnation at all, grabbed his index finger with his left hand and twisted it backhand.
The guy screamed, and his entire arm was forced to flip, revealing his elbow joint.
Qin Fei mercilessly punched the joint.
Click- Another crunch.
Dislocated elbow joint.
This is completely the hand-to-hand combat technique of the special forces of country Z, each move is completely aimed at the joints and acupoints of the human body, and the maximum effect can be achieved with the least strength, so that the opponent instantly loses the ability to resist.
The remaining four prisoners, including Lao Hua, suddenly felt the urge to urinate in their crotches.
They saw not a man, but a killing god.
Qin Fei's fierce murderous aura and eyes obtained from extremely cruel training were simply oozing out of every pore, which was not something ordinary people could have.
This is murderous spirit, a kind of momentum.
It's like a huge mountain pressing down on you, you can't even breathe, you can't muster the slightest courage to resist.
Because you know that man cannot overcome a mountain.
Qin Fei's movements were simply outrageously fast, and all the other prisoners in the wind hall shrank into the corners, and those prisoners who were bullied enough by the old flower gang on weekdays were also happy to see it, and it was as lively as they could see.
However, everyone has the same feeling, this newcomer is too fierce!
In less than a minute, all five unarmed overlords had fallen to the ground.
All of them were injured exactly the same, either wrists or elbows, or dislocated arms, completely incapacitated, holding their dislocated hands and squatting on the ground with pale faces and screaming.
Qin Fei knew that he couldn't stop, there were still ten thugs in the room, and they probably had some earthen guys in their hands.
This is Qin Fei's focus.
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Rushing to the door of the cell, the first thug who had heard the movement and had been heading towards the handle of the sharpened toothbrush could not see the situation in front of him clearly, when he felt a flash in front of him, and someone hit him hard in the throat.
"Uh-" He immediately let go, dropped the handle of the toothbrush he was holding in his hand, and covered his throat with both hands, as if his breath had been suffocated back into his lungs by the blow, and his throat was sore and seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't breathe at all.
Without waiting for him to breathe, Qin Fei's knees pressed directly against his stomach.
The guy snorted, clutching his stomach and bending over.
Qin Fei grabbed his head and slammed it against the iron door that had been opened.
Bang – With a loud bang, the thug fell to the ground and fainted.
"Who else wants to try?"
Qin Fei stood at the door, staring coldly at the other thugs huddled together in the aisle.
The door to the wind hall in the prison is only one meter wide, and only one person can enter and exit, and the two of them can't go up together.
Qin Fei blocked the door, and the thugs inside were all crowded in the aisle, and they could only go up one person at a time.
Dealing with one person, Qin Fei is as easy as a hand, and the thugs are adding fuel to the tactics, and the last one is down.
"If you want to die, just try it, and if you don't want to die, leave the guy now."
The rest of the thugs looked at each other, and everyone felt that their throats were sticky and they couldn't swallow their spittle.
There are still people who are unwilling and rush over first.
This way of fighting on the street can only be described as "naïve" in Qin Fei's opinion.
Before he could rush closer, Qin Fei kicked him in the crotch.
The kick is too fast to dodge at all.
This guy's eyes bulged, and he couldn't shout when he dropped his weapon, so he just knelt down with his balls in his arms, and his face turned red.
Qin Fei still did the same old way, grabbed his head directly, and slammed it into the iron door.
Before the guy could scream, he fainted again.
Every time he made a move, Qin Fei controlled it very well, and he didn't want these guys to die, but just made them suffer a little.
The fighting skills of the special forces are actually also known as capture techniques, which are fused from many traditional martial arts and modern sanda, and even foreign fighting techniques.
The action is a bit vicious, but it's definitely effective, and it's quick and easy.
The entire No. 1 warehouse was quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on Qin Fei.
No one has ever seen such a clean and neat method of fighting, it is like a lawn mower, and a piece of grass falls down with a clatter.
The momentum has absolutely shocked everyone's heart.
"Is anyone else coming?"
Qin Fei's gaze coldly swept over the faces of every thug, and said in a deep voice: "When it comes to fighting, it's not me who blows ......."
He held up his fingers and pointed them one by one.
"You're all trash!"