Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Four police officers used a trolley to transport Gogong Road back. They opened the door of the holding cell, roughly dumped him on the ground, then clapped their hands and dragged the car away.

Ge Gongdao lay motionless on the ground, as if dead. Only upon closer inspection could one discover that he was actually still alive, and his body still rose and fell slightly with his breathing. Several criminals who were nearby approached and quickly covered their noses.

"I peed in my pants, disgusting."

"Black Skin (PCPD) is really cruel this time, I hope they won't find me."

I didn't expect Ge Gongdao's condition to be so miserable. Zhuang Xuteng's impression was that he was in a daze when he was sent back, but he could still move a little bit, but he couldn't withstand the huge feeling of sleepiness and would fall asleep (coma) soon. This Ge Gongdao seems to be completely unable to move. Did the PCPD see that he is bigger, so they injected a larger amount of truth serum than him?

We can't leave him there, because the motorcycle gang is already paying attention to him. Zhuang Xuteng hurried over and pulled hard to get the big man's upper body off the floor; after a lot of effort, he finally moved Ge Gongdao to the chair.

Before he could even take a few breaths, three guys from the motorcycle gang surrounded him. These people smelled of metal and kerosene, mixed with sweat and body odor, which was pungent and unpleasant. Zhuang Xuteng doesn't want to deal with any gangs, but that doesn't mean he won't get into trouble by gang members.

"Boy, let me give you a chance to admit your mistake and make amends. I see that you are quite good at searching your pockets. Now take out the contents of that guy's pockets and give them to us."

"No, I won't do that." Zhuang Xuteng raised his head and looked at the three men from the motorcycle gang, trying to find the last chance for peace with a smile he tried hard to squeeze out. He stood between them and Ge Gongdao and said, "They were all arrested by the PCPD, why not make friends?"

"We don't want to make any friends except money and motorcycle gang loyalty." A guy from the motorcycle gang stuck out his tongue and fiddled with his lip ring, while raising a hand and waving it. "You are a pauper with no value at all. Now I will give you a chance to stay away and leave this guy to us..."

"Regardless of the fact that he is unconscious now and even peed his pants, these are all facts. But you have to know that he will wake up sooner or later."

The people from the motorcycle gang laughed and said, "You are right! That's why you are a fool to stand up for him. Leave him to us, and you can see if he dares to cause trouble to our motorcycle gang after he wakes up!"

It's certainly wise not to get into trouble, but it's even wiser to try to make friends. Zhuang Xuteng is not a person who likes to cause trouble and will never take the initiative to get involved in mercenaries and gang affairs. But today is different from the past. He may need mercenary friends. Perhaps the path to making a fortune from selling movies begins with the friendship of Ge Gongdao.

For the sake of profit and calculation, Zhuang Xuteng stood firm and continued to use his body to block the motorcycle gang from the road.

"I won't let you bully him." Zhuang Xuteng's voice was loud. He thought to himself that even if Ge Gongdao was unconscious and couldn't hear, others around him could hear it, and what he said now would have a chance for Ge Gongdao to finally hear it. "If he takes the initiative to help me, he is my friend. I will also help my friends. This is my principle."

The three men from the motorcycle gang laughed, and then their expressions darkened. Their expressions changed so quickly that they looked like they were suffering from a mental illness. One of them clasped his hands, stared and said, "Your principles just need a taste of fists."

Before he could finish his exclamation point, Zhuang Xuteng took the lead and punched him hard. The education he received from his father was: strike first to gain the upper hand, never hesitate when taking action, you must move forward without hesitation!

The people in the motorcycle gang are not pure waste. Even if the person who spoke was stunned for a moment and failed to react, the other two people could still pounce on him. They blocked Zhuang Xuteng's fist, wondering why this fist was so weak. When the two men found that their fists and arms encountered obstacles, they quickly retracted them, and a thought flashed through their minds: This was a feint.

boom!

Zhuang Xuteng kicked his enemy in the crotch, and his hard-shell work boots crushed him hard on it. All feints are turned into kicks in the crotch. This is the golden rule of close combat.

"Ah! My baby..." A motorcycle gang member covered his lower body with his hands, fell down tremblingly, and then curled up into a ball. At this time, the other two men began to punch and kick Zhuang Xuteng, and their attacks were equally vicious.

Zhuang Xuteng has never practiced fighting. He only relies on calmness, thinking and sneak attacks. He held his head with both hands to protect the back of his head, bent down and swung his arms from side to side, shouting at the loudest volume in his life: "There's a gang fight! There's a riot! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

"This is a slippery man!" shouted a man from the motorcycle gang, and then he found Zhuang Xuteng crashing into his arms.

People who don't understand boxing will only stalk and fight, and Zhuang Xuteng is like this. He knows very well that he must maximize his stalking skills. He dove into the opponent's arms and continued to push forward hard, letting his back bear the blow. At the same time, he continued to implement the central policy of hitting the crotch with either his knee or a fist.

The opponent also curled up to protect his vitals, and the two of them would soon be in a wrestling position. This kind of wrestling is obviously not good for Zhuang Xuteng. Don't forget that he also has to worry about another motorcycle gang. That guy has already circled behind Zhuang Xuteng, preparing to hit his groin and the back of his knees. At this time, Zhuang Xuteng roared angrily, exerted all his strength, pushed and arched forward with all his strength, and crashed into the crowd with the guys from the motorcycle gang.

The detention room immediately became chaotic, with shouts, curses, punches and kicks all mixed together. Zhuang Xuteng and the motorcycle gang fell to the ground with a thud. Their hands and feet were entangled, and they became inseparable. His hair was pulled, and he also took the opportunity to grab the man's vitals.

"How about we let go together..."

Zhuang Xuteng heard the motorcycle gang gangster begging for mercy, and the sound came out just as it entered his ears. Normally, he is an honest person, but when he needs to be angry, he will go to the extreme and can be called cruel. He tightened his fingers, turned his wrist hard, and punched "that thing" hard at the same time.

"Ouch~~~~" The gangster from the motorcycle gang screamed, his body shaking like chaff, foaming at the mouth and eyes widening. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain.

"Let him go!" The last member of the motorcycle gang rushed over and kicked Zhuang Xuteng, and then several more times. Zhuang Xuteng gritted his teeth and endured, trying hard to free his pinned legs and feet from the entanglement. At this time, the cell was already in chaos, and everyone wanted to take advantage of the chaos to take action. They wanted to take revenge and redress grievances. If there was any benefit, it was also time to take action.

On the other side of the railing, the PCPD noticed the chaos in the cell and immediately called for help. They don't care about the lives and futures of these guys, they just don't want to clean up the mess for the bastards, especially adding a lot of troublesome paperwork and reporting work.

The electric baton hit the railing, and the sharp whistle echoed in the corridor, mixed with the shouts of the PCPD: "Squat down! Hold your head! Obey the order immediately, squat down and hold your head!"

Unless there is a threefold numerical advantage, the PCPD will not immediately open the cell door and rush in. The people inside were well aware of the urinary nature of PCPD. Not only did they not stop immediately, they also seized the time to achieve results. Zhuang Xuteng was still trying to free his hands and feet. He was pinned down by the guy whose balls were so painful that he was convulsing, and his body was trampled and kicked by the motorcycle gang behind him, so it was very difficult.

Suddenly, the kicking stopped and he hurriedly broke free, turning and looking back as he crawled. I saw the last motorcycle gang gangster's feet off the ground. His neck was tightly strangled by a strong arm, and a fist as big as a casserole was hitting his side ribs continuously.

The side rib is not a fatal blow, but it can still knock down the opponent, not to mention that this fist comes from Ge Gong Dao. He stood like a giant and pumped his fists like a giant. Although he was still a little wobbly, he still had the final say.

"Are you okay?" Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao said in unison, and they both smiled at the same time. Ge Gongdao casually threw away the motorcycle gang in his arms, swayed his body and bent forward, reaching out to him. "Pull you up?"

"No, squat down quickly." Zhuang Xuteng held Ge Gongdao's big hand and pulled him down.

"Squat down? Why...why?"

"You heard me right, the PCPD is coming in." Zhuang Xuteng was very anxious. He used his arms to pull Ge Gongdao to his side. The big guy was drooling and giggling, obviously still in a daze, so Zhuang Xuteng took the time to help him put his hands on his head, and then squatted down in the same posture.

"Now start following me and don't provoke the PCPD." Zhuang Xuteng touched Ge Gongdao with his elbow and said to him: "Thank you for helping me out."

"What?" Ge Gongdao chuckled, squeezing his eyebrows while trying to focus his eyes. "The medicine they gave was really strong, as if I was drunk, uh... I feel like vomiting..."

"Stop moving, stop talking! Hold it in and don't vomit." Zhuang Xuteng quickly ordered. At this moment, the PCPD had gathered the number of people, so they rushed into the cell, yelling loudly, and hitting everyone with electric batons.

They have no intention of distinguishing who is responsible and who is innocent. The only thing they care about is who will obey and who is the thorn in the side. The electric baton hit his body, and the pain went straight into his bones. Zhuang Xuteng wailed, then he quickly gritted his teeth and shut up, controlling his body to continue squatting on the ground and holding his head.

Ge Gongdao also took a bite. Maybe the medicine hadn't worn off yet, but he didn't seem to be in pain. He was still smiling stupidly, shaking slightly and maintaining his original posture.

PCPD has no interest in these people who are beaten in silence. For those who disobey the command to squat on the ground and hold their heads, or dare to complain or resist, regardless of whether they are intentional, forced, unable to control, or conditioned reflex, they will all be classified as "troublemakers" - the previous Someone will be responsible for the chaos.

Seven people were taken away by the PCPD, including the three motorcycle gang gangsters who "couldn't help themselves". They continued to be beaten with sticks along the way. The cell door was closed again and everyone was allowed to stand up again. Zhuang Xuteng helped Ge Gongdao back to sit on the bench.

This time, they were leaning against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, with a relaxed giggle on their faces.

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