Super Special Forces King

As long as you are not fools, you can see what is going on. These three people are terrifying, don't be fooled by their appearance.

However, the stupid is tighter than the fool. A stupid-looking stupid comes up. He is lean and walks lightly. He is usually held in a single room for the stupid. Who saw him? You have to avoid it.

This person's appearance is a bit weird, with all kinds of strange patterns tattooed all over his body, he blocked the way of the three dancers.

Then he said: "Ficarman is my brother, you have to pay the price for hurting him!"

The words are spoken in English, which is not very standard to understand.

The choreographer sneered. Originally, the prison guard's name was Fikaman last night, and he is still in the infirmary.

Observing his appearance, he should be a practitioner, with thick calluses on the back of his hand, walking very lightly, but on the ground very stable, his eyes are like eagles, and he does not look very strong or lean.

This person is more powerful than Philaman. This is what the dancer has said about him. It is a bit difficult to deal with, but in the view of the dancer, he is still a scum.

"What do you want?" the choreographer asked him.

At this moment, many people gathered around, and the surrounding prison guards became nervous, but they did not come to stop them. There were fights and fights in the prison every day, venting their excess hormones.

Generally speaking, as long as it is not particularly bad for fighting undead, the general prison guards will not stop them, and some programs do, these evil and resentful prisoners will not think about causing trouble to the prison guards or escape.

Especially yesterday, three white-looking Asians came here. Not only did they scrap Fikaman, they also injured more than forty people. What a show!

And now he is facing the thorn in the prison again. Such a scene is not often seen. Even the prison guards are looking forward to it. How can they stop it?

Their prison guards face this group of prisoners every day. They are so bored that they will not let it go if they have a good show.

"What do you want? Huh, naturally I am avenging my brother..." The tattooed man said and started his hand.

Holding a small Phillips screwdriver in his hand, it was pressing the dancer's throat, Zhao Qiang and Zhai Qiang backed up and gave the venue to the dancer. Before being fooled by the old beggar to Africa, Zhao Qiang was an Er Lengzi who was in the street. He was called Jiaotou in the industry. Fighting was commonplace, but he had to fight professionally trained Zhai Qiang with mud legs, not to mention dead people. Survive

Fortunately, he has a good foundation. He has learned a lot from them over the years. When he was in Africa, he had a lot of human blood with his bare hands. The tattooed man in front of him is not enough for him. At this moment, facing the attack of the tattooed man, the choreographer did not evade at all, but kicked out with his foot raised, hitting his chest with a powerful force, his body flew out five or six meters back, and fell to the ground. , Stand up hard, face

She was pale, clutching her chest, blood came out from the corners of her mouth, showing how strong the dancer is.

Huh...hhh...

The people around couldn't help booing. It was too unexpected and too strong! There is no mercy for this man gigolo, just this person, he must be a wicked person before entering here. For this kind of person, gigolo has always been very annoying, so this kick almost used his full strength, if he could have a few meters Buffer strength, pattern

The man is dead.

But at this moment the tattooed man has stood up, his vicious eyes are staring at the dancer, holding the screwdriver in his backhand, adjusted his feet, and then attacked the dancer again.

The choreographer felt the murderous aura erupting from him, and he wanted the choreographer to die. There was no such murderous aura just now.

The dancer who came out of the dead pile naturally felt this murderous aura.

This person cannot stay! The dancer took a few steps forward. When he came over, he jumped up with his feet, and then lifted his feet to volley out, kicking the tattooed man’s face with the back of his feet, and the tattooed man’s face hit the ground. The ground was hard concrete, his brain It hits the ground like a watermelon

It exploded like hitting the ground.

However, there is no wide crack like a watermelon, but a large pool of blood flowed out.

The tattooed man's body cramped and stopped moving.

This time, people were killed, and the people around were in an uproar. This person was too terrifying and kicked him to death with one kick!

The choreographer was not good at the dead on the ground, so he turned and left, but now the guards came, and a dozen guards rushed over with shields and shouted.

The guns in the hands of the prison guards on the tower of the wall were aimed at the three dancers.

The dancers will not be stupid at this time, they squatted down and held their heads with their hands.

Immediately afterwards, the stick in the hands of the prison guard fell on them like rain drops, and the children protected their heads, only hitting their backs.

They endured no resistance, and after being beaten for a minute, they dragged away.

...

Erger was enjoying the breakfast prepared by Yunara. After a few mouthfuls, Paulillo came in. He said excitedly with a smile on his face: "Boss, the man named Dancing Man killed someone in prison. , Has been detained now!"

"Really?" Erger didn't hold him back to disturb his breakfast.

Paulillo said: "It's true, the news I just got!"

"Great, haha, who is the dead?" Urger asked.

"Mund!"

"It's him, hehe, he has been killed. It can be seen that these people are very powerful!" Urger couldn't help feeling, but fortunately there was no direct conflict with them: "You immediately notify his family and call for a lawyer. The dancer must be brought to justice!"

"Yes!" Paulillo agreed to go out.

But Urger stopped: "Wait!"

"Boss, what else do you want?" Paulillo asked.

At this moment Yunara brought out another glass of milk from the small office kitchen, Paulillo's eyes were straight, because Yunara was wearing Erjie's white shirt, and that was it.

"You haven't had breakfast yet?" Erger didn't care about it either.

"No, I didn't eat it!" Paulillo changed his words again immediately: "Yes, I eat!"

"Sit down and eat!" Erge ordered.

"I have to go to work!"

"Not urgent!"

Paulillo had to sit down, Yunara consciously put the glass of milk in front of him, Paulillo took a glance, and a cow grazing on the grassland appeared in his mind.

"Drink, this was made by Yunara herself!" Urger said generously.

"Yes!" Paulillo quickly took his gaze back, picked up the cup and drank.

He felt that the milk was a little different, but he couldn't tell the difference. It seemed to be a familiar feeling.

Erger ate slowly, showing a generous and indifferent appearance, but in his heart he was thinking that maybe this would make him work hard for himself. If there is any accident, he will do this **** pot. Carry. For Urger, Yunara is just a tool.