Xiao Qiang didn't think about it, but he picked up two pebbles and threw them at the head of the young man who rushed over. The other party didn't expect him to resist. A young man was hit by the head. These people were idle people in society, gangs of robbers who steal and pickpocketed, and were used to bullying the weak and fearing evil. Something happened was always the head of others, and he followed him. Now, seeing that his companions in front were hit by them, he slowed down and waited for others to rush forward.

Xiao Qiang grabbed another handful of pebbles in his hand, slowly stepped back, then shouted, and tried to pounce. When the other party pulled his posture, he turned around and ran away. The group of young men behind him shouted and chased after him.

He was in his early 18 years old and much younger than those gangsters in his twenties. However, he was born in a military family and was active since childhood. He was used to struggling and struggling. His skeleton was tall and he was not much slower than the gangsters. He just carried a one-shoulder schoolbag, his center of gravity was unstable, and there were many rocks on the river beach. When he saw that he ran to the main road, he heard the footsteps behind him, less than two or three meters away from him.

Xiao Qiang grabbed a few pebbles with his hands, jumped onto the road half a meter above the river beach, turned around, looked up the pebbles held in his right hand, and smashed them out.

Four or five stones scattered over, and only a scream was heard. A gangster was bleeding from his nose, but he was hit on the bridge of his left nose, and tears also flowed down, with tears in his eyes.

A hooligan behind also hit the forehead. He was slow to react. He ran a few steps before squatting down with his head in his arms. He kept screaming. A piece of cake popped up in the middle of his forehead, which was blue-purple and looked like a horn.

Some hooligan shrunk a little and said, "Brother, that little guy is too ruthless. Let's stop chasing him."

The thief who escaped naked yesterday was their elder brother. Although he used the river water to escape the pursuit of the people here yesterday, he ran naked in the street market and was seriously humiliated physically and mentally. He did not escape from two blocks, but was caught by the police who rushed over after hearing the news. He stayed in the police station for a night, and hated the boy who caused him to fall into such a field in his heart to the extreme. After being released this morning, he took his accomplices nearby to search for traces of the boy, and decided to retaliate against the suffering he suffered yesterday, so how could he give up?

There was nothing else, and the others followed the boss, but they didn't dare to chase him too tightly.

Xiao Qiang ran all the way, and when the gangsters were chasing them, they threw them out with stones to stop the other party from approaching. The two sides were in a stalemate and ran nearly two kilometers.

There were few pedestrians on the riverside street. When residents heard the noise, they came out. A group of people had already run away. On the road, several aunts who were buying vegetables bravely stopped them, but were pushed away by the angry gangsters. They relied on the crowds and were chasing them reluctantly.

Some people also thought of calling the police, but in 1987, telephone calls were not popular, and there was no mobile phone. There was not even a 110 patrol officer. Usually, it was necessary to call the police to the nearest police station, and then the police station would send the police. The remote water could not save the nearby fire. When the police came, Xiao Qiang would probably have been beaten to death.

The stones on Xiao Qiang's hand were not endless. He only grabbed three or four of them. He ran down the road and threw away all the stones. Seeing that there was no threat, the hooligans became more and more arrogant and shouted to grab him and want to bleed him.

After all, the endurance of the 18-year-old boy is limited. Xiao Qiang is already out of breath after running so far. Fortunately, those hooligans are not good at training. Even so, the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

Xiao Qiang was panting like a cow, his mind was dizzy and he couldn't tell the direction. The scenery he saw was blurry. He felt a violent thrilling pain in his chest, like a handful of peppers, and his muscles were sore and uncomfortable. He just wanted to lie down and rest. He only thought that the vicious gang of hooligans behind him hated him to the core. If they were caught, in a hurry, they might be injured and disabled, and they had to run away desperately.

A tricycle was parked in front of him, and a sanitation worker was cleaning the street. When he heard the shouts behind him, he was about to turn around and a black shadow flew past him, loosening his hand, and the broom was snatched by the other party.

Xiao Qiang avoided the broom of the sanitation workers and stopped escaping. He turned around and rushed towards the hooligans. He was as powerful as a mad tiger and shouted: "I'll fight with you today!"

He swung the broom, whirring, and swept across the faces of the gangsters.

The front of the broom was made of thin bamboo, and the branches were hard. After the hooligans chased him, they became inertial running. They didn't prevent him from turning over and fighting desperately. After the broom danced, several people's faces were marked with blood marks on their bamboo branches, and they were scorching and painful.

Xiao Qiang waved the broom, and had no moves. He waved it in circles and looked at the soft and unprotected heads of the gangsters. After a few rounds, the gangsters' faces were more or less colorful, and blood was extremely ferocious. An accidental gangster was caught in the eyelid by a bamboo stick. If he dodged a little slower, his eyes would be hurt, and his eyelids would be swollen high, squeezing their eyes to the point of leaving only a crack.

Until now, the gangsters who followed the boss also made a real fire. They no longer perfunctory things, either plucking daggers, untied belts, looking for bricks, or looking for wooden sticks, slashing and rushing hard, surrounding Xiao Qiang in the core, shouting and scolding, and swearing to poke several blood holes in his body, so that they can relieve the hatred in their hearts.

Xiao Qiang ran away and was exhausted. The hooligans took it seriously. They ignored the pain of the bamboo sticks and reached out to grab the broom. They grabbed him several times, relying on his reaction in time, dragging him hard and breaking free.

The gangsters could see that he was at the end of his strength and struggled in the end. They rushed forward and wanted to solve him as soon as possible so that they could take action before the police arrived and leave time to escape.

Just then, a loud shout came: "Stop!"

The gangsters took a break from their busy schedule and glanced at them. They were a strong middle-aged man in casual clothes. Since they were not a policeman and only had one person, they were unarmed. What was the matter to do? It was the main thing to quickly pick up the hateful students in front of them.

Just as Xiao Qiang danced out of the broom, he was opened by a hooligan. A hooligan next to him quickly grabbed it. Xiao Qiang grabbed it hard, but did not snatch it. The other hooligans were overjoyed when they saw the situation. A hooligan waved the branches that were broken from behind the trees on the roadside, and knocked them down at Xiao Qiang in front.

Xiao Qiang dodged to the side, and was already hugged by a hooligan behind him. Seeing the wooden stick hit, he could not dodge.

There was a scream behind him, and a powerful force came. He was carried by this force and fell to the ground. He saw two figures behind him staggering forward and colliding with the gangsters on the opposite side.

He was still unclear, and a big hand reached his shoulder. Xiao Qiang instinctively wanted to avoid it, but his five fingers were firmly pinched like visces and pulled up from the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Xiao Qiang wiped his face, his dizzy mind was a little clear-headed. Shengwu was rescued by someone, so he retreated with the situation and stood side by side with the man: "It's okay, these hooligans are extremely vicious, you have to be careful!"

In the chaos, he took the broom back from the hooligan's hand, with weapons in his hand and obviously got help from experts. Xiao Qiang became much more courageous.

The gangsters helped the ground and rolled into a bunch of companions, and said to the man with a stern look: "Brother, we will resolve our personal grudges here, you'd better not interfere, otherwise, I recognize people, but they don't recognize people!" As he said that, he raised the dagger in his hand.

Xiao Qiang had time to see the person who helped him. After just one look, he felt his head buzzing, as if he was hit hard.

The man was about forty years old and had an extremely ordinary appearance, as if he could not be found in the crowd. He was wearing a jacket, and he was the foreigner who chased him yesterday!

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his heart like lightning, and he immediately judged that neither of these two people had good intentions to him. The gangster wanted to take revenge, and foreigners were more likely to want to find out their superpowers. Although the threat of the gangster was close to him, the threat of the foreigners was even greater, and they might even lose their lives.

He pressed his violently beating heart and said to the foreigners as if nothing had happened: "Let's go together and beat these hooligans away first!"

"Okay! But it's very dangerous here. Let me deal with the hooligans. You hide behind me!" Chisonev didn't dare to let him take risks. This young man was related to his hope of promotion. Although the hooligans were vulnerable, they had weapons on their hands. If they were not careful to pierce a hole in Xiao Qiang's body, he wouldn't even find a place to cry.

"Okay, then I won't get in the way." Xiao Qiang walked behind him, looked around, seeing where there was a place to escape.

"Everyone goes together, he only has one person. Why are we so many people afraid of!" The gangster suffered losses again and again today, and refused to stop no matter what he said, and rushed up together.

Chisonev had a bare hands, but was not afraid of them. He shouted, "Good come!" Instead of retreating, he advanced, and bullied himself. He thrust his huge fist, knocking down one person first, then turned over and kicked, and then knocked down a gangster who was trying to assassinate him with a dagger from the side. He heard the wind whistle, and a wooden stick was aimed at his head from behind. He raised his left hand and blocked it. Then he turned his wrist and grabbed the wooden stick. Even if he tried to use the gangster, he could not pull out the wooden stick.

Xiao Qiang was surprised. He had hoped that this person was just an ordinary foreign tourist. Although he learned from his memory that there were very few foreign tourists in this era, it cannot be said that there were no foreign tourists. If the other party was just a tourist who was curious, although it was very troublesome, he still had a chance to get out.

But seeing him dealing with a few hooligans, he is flexible and agile, and has a very organized approach between advancing and retreating. On the surface, he seems to be in a mess with the siege of several hooligans, but when he carefully experiences it, he can see that he can easily avoid the opponent's most threatening attack through his complex and changeable steps, and only changes a little at a time, he can easily avoid the opponent's most threatening attack. Occasionally, because the opponent's people are hit one or two more times, he is also in a thick and thick position, and it doesn't hurt or itchy.

On the other hand, the people who were knocked down by him rolled and cried on the ground. I am afraid that even if their parents died, they did not scream so heart-wrenchingly. They could not get up from the ground at all, and they had lost the battle.

How could such a master be an ordinary tourist? It is a combat machine.

Xiao Qiang still underestimated the combat effectiveness of Chisonev. The agents trained by the agents from various countries are not ordinary people. Catching and fighting is the basic ability to carry out missions and die. In order to save his life, the agents have worked hard on it. If he hadn't been afraid of taking heavy actions and alarming the Chinese intelligence department, his initial two moves were used to make a solid move, even if the two hooligans were not dead, they would have to lie on the bed for half a year.

Even so, he saw him siege in the gangsters, like a butterfly, and fists and feet, making the gangsters cry and call their parents.

Xiao Qiang saw something wrong. This person is definitely not an ordinary person, not an ordinary person, and his interest in him is extraordinary. This is a riverside far away from the foreigners' settlement. He has appeared many times, obviously he is looking for himself persistently, and his intentions are not asked.

Thinking of this, he took advantage of the fact that the gangster had not been completely defeated, slowly retreated, left for a distance, turned around and ran away.

Chisonev was disdainful. Chinese hooligans were much worse than Soviet hooligans. They were weak and powerless, and they were unable to hit them. They dared to oppress the masses. It is conceivable that the Chinese were also cowardly lambs.

He kicked a hooligan to the ground, and suddenly he found that the student was missing from the corner of his eyes.

Oh no, he didn't expect the Chinese to repay his benefactor in this way. He beat him to death here, but the student took the opportunity to escape. This was too shameful. If he was in Moscow, he would immediately send him to Siberia!

"Stop! I'm not interested in tangling with you Chinese gangsters. If you die, get out of here!" Chisonev was anxious and raised his hand to break up the two bullies and rushed out of the circle of people.

It turned out that the student had not yet run away. Chisonev was surprised to see Xiao Qiang's dodging back, and felt a gust of wind rushing to the back of his head. He quickly turned his head and hit his ear hard, just like the church organ playing in unison, piercing through his brain, and banging, nothing could be heard. A warm liquid flowed down his cheeks toward his neck.
Chapter completed!