Chapter 67 Arms and Thighs

Just when these gunmen in white suits belonging to the Mellon consortium wanted to chase the prison, they were stopped by the roaring police car. The leading police car opened the window, and a fat head with silver hair stretched out from it. He was Thomas, the director of the Bern City Police Department. At this time, he looked at the group of men in white suits with a disdainful expression.

"Mr. Thomas, are you going to hinder me?" The middle-aged man stopped his men with a tight face, and his men hurriedly put away the pistols.

"I told you that you are not allowed to show your weapons in the city." The old man came out of the car and took out his pipe slowly: "We are all trustworthy people, aren't we? I advise you not to act against your identity, Mr. Douglas. Even if you are from the Mellon consortium, you can't!"

"You!" Douglas stared at Thomas and didn't say anything for a long time. Before leaving, he shouted viciously, "I'll let the lawyer talk to you!" About the fact that you turned a blind eye to the evil deeds of the prison!"

With a smile, Douglas and his party went away. The police under Director Thomas's stern face said, "Catch up quickly!" Neither of them can be fine! Which one is dead? We can't even eat it!"

The Swiss policemen with big noses were stunned and then drove forward.

But at this time, Pan Hongsheng and Ah Prison disappeared, and both of them were amazingly fast!

Although Pan Hongsheng deliberately released water to prevent the prison from finding himself, he gradually found that he seemed to underestimate the strength of the other party's lower limbs. Generally speaking, the lower limb strength of people who practice boxing was not too good. At most, the pace of movement was very sharp, but this prison had strong legs, which made Pan Hongsheng almost It took most of my strength to catch up.

Is this the ability brought by practicing the so-called Angolan Kabayeca? Pan Hongsheng knew that his speed was very comparable. A guy like A Prison, who had just been fascinated and most of his combat effectiveness was supported by strength and weight, actually had a running speed equivalent to about 70% of himself!

Suddenly, A Prison stopped in front of a small cafe. This kind of cafe is very common in Switzerland, which is different from the big stalls and roast mutton kebabs in China in the summer. The people here spend the time we spend drinking beer on coffee.

Seeing the prison get into the small cafe, Pan Hongsheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated! He is now in a semi-perfect state, and he has a vague feeling for people in the same realm. He firmly feels that there is a depressing breath in this cafe, which seems to make him breathless!

There is no reason... He was a little vaguely uneasy: "Switzerland is not a big country. There should be few martial artists practicing. Where did so many masters come from?"

Just as he hesitated to follow up, he only heard a harsh sound. The Angolan boxing champion who just rushed into the cafe flew out, struggling desperately with glass slag and said, "Mr. Shi, I don't know..."

"Shut up!" At this time, a negative sound came from the cafe: "The tail you brought, solve it by yourself!" Otherwise, I'll solve you first!"

When Pan Hongsheng heard this, he understood that there was no need to hide, and stood up generously.

At this time, the door of the cafe was kicked open! Two slender and thin women jumped out. One was wearing a loose coat and the other was wearing a tight women's suit. Her eyes were very hazy, but her black hair and black eyes gave Pan Hongsheng a sense of intimacy.

The gentleman inside seemed reluctant to show up. Most of his face was buried in the shadow, but his voice was as cold and penetrating as a blade: "The young man is very bold! It's a pity that you are so abrupt this time!"

"Ah!" The prison was forced to the edge of the cliff, so he had to do his best to punch Pan Hongsheng!

The situation has been completely reversed! Just now, it was the prison that committed public anger and was almost besieged, and at this time, it was Pan Hongsheng who confronted the four people.

Pan Hongsheng felt that his scalp was a little tight, and his throat involuntarily swallowed a few puffs.

At this time, he was already in a semi-small state of perfection. He clearly realized that the prison was the weakest of the four people. The young Asian woman standing next to Mr. Shi was at least to the extent of refining his spirit, and the courage emanating by Mr. Shi was completely comparable to his own!

This will be a fierce battle. Even if there are no three people, Mr. Shi alone is enough for Pan Hongsheng to drink a pot. At this time, three of the four people are ready to work. Only the prison has gasp a little. It seems that they have been washed away by wine and sex and can't reach the best state.

After all, A Prison is a three-time heavyweight boxing champion. When he is serious, the speed of punching is as fast as Pan Hongsheng's jab, but his pace is slightly worse.

After dodging a few fast punches, Pan Hongsheng immediately caught a flaw and quickly retracted, and then blocked the fast punch of the prison with one hand, and the other hand suddenly pulled it! One punch hit the opponent's collarbone! Just listen to the "c click" immediately! The prison didn't know that the bone was broken.

This move is to integrate the cannon boxing and other boxing skills. It not only does not expose its own strength, but also removes the opponent's strength through clever popular moves, and hurts it with cannon fists alone.

At this time, Pan Hongsheng doesn't want to waste too much energy on this role, because there will be a fierce battle later.

After the prison was broken, it did not retreat unexpectedly. Instead, it supported the ground with one hand and smashed Pan Hongsheng's skull with a long swing on his legs!!

This angle is very strange. It is difficult for ordinary people to adapt to the speed of his attack mode, but Pan Hongsheng still dodged sideways with his own speed and tried to catch the other party's calf.

But the other party's moves are very coherent. When Pan Hongsheng wanted to catch his leg, the other party's leg quickly rushed back like a loach. A hand similar to a dance movement swept his legs, forcing Pan Hongsheng to take a step back.

Is this Angolan Kabayeca? As soon as the prison changed the posture of the previous fist attack, his hands became tools for walking and support, and his thick legs began to attack Pan Hong from various incredible angles!

The skull, shoulder blades, and the back of the waist, these unexpected positions have become the weakness of the opening of the door under the strange and changeable supply perspective of the prison. If Pan Hongsheng hadn't been much faster than him, he would have been hit several times.

"Huh! This is useless!" A prison shouted proudly, "Your hand strength can never be as strong as your legs!" Don't you know what it means that the arm can't twist the thigh? You are sure to lose! No one can prevent it in front of Kabayaka!"

"Real?" After a few steps back, Pan Hongsheng took a right virtual step, with an imperceptible smile on the corners of his mouth...