Treasure Hunt America

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How could Jin Muchen make such a low-level mistake? In fact, even when he just kicked those swordsmen, he didn't relax his vigilance for holding this guy in his hand.

A guy who can get into his status today is not simple, and he must have a ruthless energy that ordinary people do not have.

Sure enough, Jin Muchen's guess was once again confirmed by this guy.

The knife looked like it was about to pierce Jin Muchen's thigh, but at the moment when the knife touched his body, he twisted his waist suddenly, dodging the fatal knife, and at the same time raised his leg and kicked him. This guy's left leg crooked.

It was almost an instinctive leapfrog reaction, the guy's left leg lifted up, just blocking the line where he swung the knife, and the knife was firmly stuck on his own calf.

Fortunately, it only hit the calf. If it was pierced on the thigh, it would very likely injure his aorta.

But even if he didn't hit the key, this man was traumatized a lot. He was like a frog that had been electrocuted. He suddenly broke free from Jin Muchen's hand, hugged his calf and jumped on the ground. After a few moments, he fell to the ground violently.

He kept screaming in his mouth, but at this time Jin Muchen walked in front of him and stepped on his throat as soon as he lifted his foot. The original screaming and screaming stopped immediately.

At this time, those of his subordinates looked at Jin Muchen not only because of the fear of the rat, but also because of the fear of this guy.

Mad, this guy is a kung fu expert just a few times, and everyone didn't see what was going on. There were already more than a dozen companions who were kicked out by him and are still lying on the ground. Can't get up.

As for the backbone of their group, the boss who can beat them the most, not to mention, was subdued by him in a single face-to-face. He tried desperately to fail, and instead stabbed himself with a knife.

Not to mention how miserable it is now, this guy stepped on their boss's neck and glanced at them. None of them dared to stand still and look at him.

The trembling workers who originally followed behind Jin Muchen were all exhaling and raising their eyebrows at this time, their chests raised high, and they were holding steel drills and iron pipes in their hands. It doesn't feel so heavy either.

When they followed this young man out before, a hundred of them were unwilling, because they all saw how vicious these guys outside were in the morning.

Now let them come out and confront them again, they really don't have the courage.

If it wasn't for the boss, who promised a huge bonus later, every one of them would be willing to come out with this little white face.

And even when they came out, their eyes were rolling around, wondering if they would fight for a while. How are they supposed to cover the young master's retreat?

But the development of things has completely exceeded their expectations, and things are not as one-sided as they imagined before.

Those gangsters who were vicious before, in front of the young boss, were like paper tigers, but after a few encounters, they were subdued first, and the others did not dare to move easily.

Seeing these gangsters who had been arrogant all morning at the gate of the construction site, and now all of them are trembling with fear, these workers should not be more relieved. How proud.

And Jin Xiucheng, who had been standing on the wall of the gate of the construction site, saw this scene and heaved a long sigh of relief.

This little brat doesn't seem to be bragging. His grandfather taught him the boxing skills that year, and he really didn't fall behind.

At this time, Jin Muchen's big brother who took the lead and fell off after looking at it was completely gone. He was as handsome as when he challenged him before.

The big bald head was covered with mud, his face was full of tears, and a lot of mud was stuck on his face, and the sunglasses on his face had fallen to somewhere. A black face turned red from the pain and breathlessness.

After holding it for a while, it is estimated that this guy can hold back his brain damage. Jin Muchen lifted his foot and let go of this guy's neck. The black boss didn't care about screaming in pain, he just tried desperately to breathe fresh air.

"Now, do you still want to take your gang and continue to block the door here?"

Jin Muchen looked at the man with a sneer and asked, and the man also gasped at this time, raised his head suddenly, and stared at Jin Muchen viciously.

"Boy, don't think that I'm afraid of this, you, Lord Zhu, I'm not scared, I'm going to block your door, and you're killing me here today... "

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish his harsh words, Jin Muchen kicked him on the cheek with a kick. This time, he had left eight points of strength. Kick down the neck.

But even this two-pointed kick has already caused the nearly 200-pound man to spin several times on the ground, and then his brain turned into a mess. When he opened his mouth again, in addition to the blood in his mouth, A few broken teeth. . .

Jin Muchen's ferocity has frightened the gangsters. If you want to know the physique of their boss, they can't be more clear. Don't think that their boss is not tall, but they are full of tendons. In terms of weight, there are definitely two differences. Hundreds of pounds.

But Jin Muchen just kicked their boss to the ground with his stomach as the center. He turned around a few times, and he spewed blood from his mouth and broke his teeth. How strong is this kick, they just think about it. I feel that the chrysanthemum is tight.

Looking at the few companions behind him who had been kicked by him before, they are still clutching their chests and stomachs, lying on the ground and can't get up, so even though Jin Muchen's control over their boss at this time is no longer the same as before Strict, but none of them dared to rush up.

Fatty Hei gasped for a long time on the ground, and then gradually regained his sanity. Looking at the blood on the ground and the broken teeth in his mouth, he immediately became an evil fire: "I drafted my grandma, and my brothers cut him off for me. . . ."

He almost used all his strength to roar, and the boss shouted. If he didn't get up, he would definitely be eaten and scraped off when he went back. A bunch of gangsters bit their heads and were weak with knives. He rushed towards Jin Muchen.

But it was only halfway through, when there was a commotion behind them, everyone stopped, and when they looked back, they were all startled.

In the distance, small agricultural tricycles rushed towards this side, and soon the first one rushed behind them, and then a dozen tall men jumped off the tricycle. .

Turning the shovel in his hand, the pickaxe rushed up with a roar, and the gangsters at the back also subconsciously resisted a few times, but they were quickly smashed to the ground by these rural men.

This group of rural people started with neither light nor heavy, and they didn't even know what it means to keep their strength.

Several of the thugs who were knocked to the ground had already fallen to the ground with their heads on their backs, but the big pickaxes in their hands were desperately trying to greet them on their backs.

There were bursts of empty sounds, which sounded infiltrating, and the gangsters were stunned to the ground before they even had time to scream.

The miserable state of those gangsters scared them all. What is the situation?

Where did these rural turtles come from?

But at this time, there was no one to answer their question at all. These guys took turns with the guys in their hands, rushed straight to them, and the posture was like a tiger entering a flock.

Although the gangsters carry machetes in their hands, they are not fools. There are obviously many people at this time, and this is their land. If one or two villagers are really slashed with a knife, the result waiting for them is bound to be tragedy.

You can't beat it, you can't escape, you can't escape. If it falls into the hands of this group of rural people, it is conceivable that the outcome is waiting for them.

So soon most of the gangsters lost the idea of ​​resistance. They were all pressed to the ground. Only a few clever ones jumped off the road before the villagers rushed in front of them and fled directly. In the grass on the side of the road, he fled towards the distance.

A group of gangsters were soon subdued to the ground. At this time, Jin Xiucheng, who had been watching from the top of the wall, was also relieved, then opened the gate of the construction site, and rushed out with a group of workers.

Of course, the one in the forefront of the villagers was Uncle Guang, who organized and planned the operation. Next to him were two old men, who were also representatives of the nearby villages.

"Xiaojin, we're not too late! What happened to our Baosheng?"

As soon as Uncle Guang saw Jin Xiucheng, he hurriedly asked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's not too late, not too late, Baoqiang has nothing to do with him, he is resting inside now! "

Hearing what Jin Xiucheng said, the old Uncle Guang was relieved, then turned his head sharply, looked at the gangsters who were pinned to the ground by the villagers, and shouted at his son Baoqiang, who was a little confused: "Cut it to the death for me, and let Temo and the others remember them. If you see us in the future, you will have to walk around the car village..."

That Baoqiang nodded vigorously: "Dad, just take a look!"

Then, with a wave of their hands, the villagers immediately raised their feet and kicked the gangsters who were either squatting or kneeling to the ground, and then they stepped forward and punched and kicked.

This time, they were quite shrewd and didn't use anything, but because they usually do physical labor for a long time, the strength of their fists and feet is really not light.

These gangsters, even if they usually fight with people on the street, have developed the ability to resist beatings and beatings, but at this time in front of these old farmers, they are useless at all, because their fists and feet are not discounted at all.

For a time, the screams of these gangsters resounded on the avenue. . . (To be continued.)