If there is a live soundtrack at this time, the only song suitable for Tinker Bell is "Flying Free".

No one expected that Wang Zhuo would dare to fight back under such circumstances, and he would be ruthless when he took action!

Wang Zhuo was originally very powerful, and this move was just right. Xiao Dingdang was not only in Internet cafes but also in bars and instant noodles every day, and his weight was probably not even 100 kilograms, so he became a flying man on the spot.

It looked good when flying, but his posture of landing was not so elegant. His legs were almost crushed with a big split. When the right foot in front fell to the ground, he twisted heavily. He held his ankle and rolled up in pain on the spot.

Just as Shamat and the others were stunned, Wang Zhuo had already opened an arm that was pressing him and twisted it. Shamat's arm hurt severely and had to turn his back. Wang Zhuo kicked him on the back and kicked him a dog and a dog to eat shit.

This kick was really too ruthless. The Shamatt's face had a very deep intimate contact with the concrete floor, and it made a bloody and fuzzy look.

"I'll fuck your mom!"

In a blink of an eye, two brothers lost their combat effectiveness and seemed to have met the standards of entering the hospital. The remaining Shamatts suddenly went crazy, and they took out daggers, picked up bricks, and rushed forward!

"A strong man, what a tough man!"

The three security guards were stunned. This world is so crazy. Someone was pointed at the head by a gun and dared to fight back. His movements were so sharp and his force was extremely high!

Wang Zhuo shook away the entanglement of Shamatt and pushed Liu Donghao aside. With him, he will not only not be able to help, but will also be in the way.

The most burly Shamatt slashed over with a knife. Wang Zhuo dodged sideways, tugged his wrist and grabbed the knife, but he didn't snatch it. Shamatt took the opportunity to slash Wang Zhuo's arm with a wrist.

Wang Zhuo quickly withdrew his hand, and half a brick on his right whistled and slapped over. Wang Zhuo had only time to dodge his head. His right shoulder was hit hard, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his whole arm seemed to have lost consciousness.

Another Shamatt saw the benefit and stabbed the dagger towards him. Wang Zhuo quickly pounced on him. This thing was not a joke. If it hit the vital point, it would be a death.

Those who know how to fight know that machetes are scary, but not fatal, and daggers are different. It is better to know how to use them. If you know how to pick a safe place to stab them, and if you don’t know how to use them, you can stab them randomly. If you don’t know how to use them, you will be killed in minutes.

This is also the reason why Wang Zhuo dared not fight at noon. Otherwise, the nickname of action guidance would not be vain. Although there are five people in Shamate, Wang Zhuo is really not afraid.

Seeing Wang Zhuo in a mess, Brother Dagger was even more arrogant and took advantage of the victory to pursue him. He greeted him at the critical position. In addition, there were brick machetes next to him, and Wang Zhuo's situation was immediately in danger.

After another machete, Wang Zhuo finally turned red in his eyes and suddenly punched his dagger brother. He tried to stab him hard and he had to take the dagger off first, otherwise he would definitely put it here today!

"call!"

The fist wind blew in the face, and Brother Dagger subconsciously retreated and avoided.

At this time, a faint sense flashed deep in Wang Zhuo's eyes, and at the same time, the iron fist changed direction and hit the right side of Brother Dagger's body!

"Bang!"

While Wang Zhuo punched, the dagger brother hid to the right. The punch was impartial and hit the bridge of his nose hard. The crisp sound of the broken nose bone was shocking. The dagger brother howled and fell to the sky, and the dagger also came out and flew to the corner of the deep alley.

The Shamats were all stunned. It seemed that Brother Dagger was taking the initiative to give him a face to be beaten. In other words, Wang Zhuo had already predicted the direction of Brother Dagger avoiding and then hit him there!

In the monitoring room, Da Yang was the first to shout: "Damn, this kid is so amazing, are you fooling around?"

Cheng Zi nodded, "It must be confused, otherwise how could he know where the knife-holder hides."

Xiao Huang praised: "He is gambled, but he won the bet."

Everyone thought it was a coincidence, and Shamatts were no exception, but no one saw that there was a cunning sneer on the corner of Wang Zhuo's mouth when he closed his fists.

This punch was not a coincidence at all, but Wang Zhuo looked through Brother Dagger's body at that moment, predicted his next move through Brother Dagger's muscle movement. Only then did he punch and solved the most difficult opponent!

"Enough!"

With a sudden shout, the man who had never taken action to watch the enemy material formation next to him strode over. After three steps, he raised the double-barrel shotgun in his hand, and pointed the black muzzle at Wang Zhuo's face: "You little pussy, believe it or not, I'll kill you with one shot? Kneel down!"

Wang Zhuo looked at him with a sneer, suddenly raised his hand and slapped it loudly on the face of the machete.

Brother Mackerel was stumbled by this slap and almost fell down. The mackerel fell to the ground. When he turned around, blood had already oozed out of the corner of his mouth.

The man with a nasty face was so angry that his face was ferocious, and he pulled the iron bolt on the hunting rifle: "Sunzi, if you seek death, I will give you my wish!"

"Bang!"

It was not the sound of gunfire, but Wang Zhuo used a backward swing and then knocked down a Shamatt who was slapped the brick from behind.

As a result, four Shamatts had lost their combat power. Among the remaining three, the Machete Brother was slapped by Wang Zhuo, and half of his cheeks had swollen. The man with a nose nail had been repaired by Wang Zhuo at noon, and only one Shamatt with a brick was left without Wang Zhuo's beating.

However, although this guy was holding a brick in his hand, he was obviously a little stern and cowardly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his legs were shaking.

Wang Zhuo glanced at him and was sure that the boy didn't dare to slap the muffled bricks. Then he slowly sneered at the man with a nasty nose: "You shoot and take a look."

"You..." The man with a nasty man was shocked.

Wang Zhuo snorted, walked to the man with two steps, and took off the hunting rifle after snatching his hand. He grabbed his collar with one hand, held the barrel with the other hand, and then slapped it at his head: "Take me with a bulletless gun? Ah? Ah? Scar me again?"

With every sound, the buttstock hit the man with the nose nail heavily, causing the man with the nose nail to scream in pain, but he couldn't escape, could not escape, and was heart-wrenching.

After knocking for more than ten times, Wang Zhuo let go and kicked the man with a burnt nose and raised his chin to Liu Donghao who was standing aside and was silly.

"Mouse, what else can I look at? Get in, take revenge!"

"Fuck your mother!" Liu Donghao finally broke out and rushed towards the only Shamatt who had not been repaired by Wang Zhuo, because this happened to be his classmate.

Shamat ran away with his head in his arms, but was finally pushed down by Liu Donghao and kicked him around, falling to the ground and rolling and screaming.

His companions dared not speak out, so they could only watch him be beaten, because the cruel man who had just picked up the machete and carried it in his hand. God knows whether he would chop people.

The three security guards in the monitoring room looked at each other, and no one expected that the one-sided situation would have taken a shocking reversal. Seven young people with arrogant weapons would eventually be beaten to pieces by a student.

Xiao Huang looked puzzled: "Is that a fake gun?"

Cheng Zi faced the surveillance screen at the gun that was thrown by Wang Zhuo on the ground, zoomed in and looked carefully for a long time: "It doesn't look like a fake one, maybe there are no bullets."

This guess was recognized by all, and Cheng Zi moved the camera to Wang Zhuo again, shook his head and commented sincerely: "It's too tiger, I dare to fight back when I get pointed at the gun, Street Fighter."

In fact, Wang Zhuo is not a desperate person who is brave enough to ignore his life when fighting.

The clay man was still angry, not to mention Wang Zhuo, who was nicknamed Action Guidance. At the beginning, Shamatt repeatedly provoked, and he had to endure it for the time being, but when he used his perspective ability to see that there were no bullets in the hunting rifle in the man's hand, he couldn't bear it anymore. So when Xiao Dingdang was posing for power and wanted to cheat him, he resolutely took action!

In the eyes of others, he is stupid and bold when he is hot, but he doesn't know that he has seen through the shooting rifle without bullets, so he chooses to take action. This is called targeted!

"Put down your weapons and take out all the valuable things on you."

Seeing that Liu Donghao was almost venting, Wang Zhuo spoke.

The Shamats looked at each other, put down their weapons obediently, and took things out from their bodies.

"Do you let me pick it up one by one? Put it together!"

The Shamatts immediately did it. In a short while, there was a small pile of mobile phones, money, watches, and some miscellaneous things on the ground. The man with a nasty nose actually took out a PSP. It seemed that he didn't take Wang Zhuo seriously at all, and he even brought this with him in the fight.

Wang Zhuo sneered and asked the man with a naive nose: "Is this considered a robbery?"

The man with a nasty nose looked even worse than crying: "No, no. This is the medical expenses we pay you."

Wang Zhuo nodded and thought to himself that you are conscious: "You slap yourself ten times in the face, get out after you slap."

Soon, a crisp sound of slap sounded in the alley, and the sound was soft and corrected by Wang Zhuo with his eyes and slapped ten times again.

"roll!"

The Shamatites were so pissed that they were running wild. The man with a nose nail tried to take the hunting rifle away. He was frightened by Wang Zhuo's sharp eyes and turned around and ran away.

After the Shamatts disappeared, Wang Zhuo then dusted the dust on his body, tidied up his scattered hair, walked over and picked up the hunting rifle.

Liu Donghao leaned over and saw that it was an old gun that looked a bit old. It could be seen that it was a real guy.

"It should be worth several thousand yuan, and someone collects this thing," he commented.

Wang Zhuo shook his head, looked around, waved his hand and threw the thousands of dollars behind the high wall and went to the yard of the community.

Liu Donghao was stunned: "Hey? Why did you throw it away?"

"It is illegal to buy and sell guns." Wang Zhuo looked at him and laughed: "If you don't throw it away, would you give it to the police uncle?"

Liu Donghao scratched his head, secretly admiring Wang Zhuo. He robbed others and asked others to take the initiative to say that it was a compensation for the drug. The gun worth several thousand yuan was thrown away and he said it was thrown away. It was really easy to do things.
Chapter completed!