Special Forces: I, SSS class war criminal

The moment He Qiu rushed out of the supermarket gate just now, Du Feifei and the lame veteran had already chased those yellow-haired thieves into a dead end.

He Qiu searched in the opposite direction for a long time, and just turned back.

Seeing Du Feifei panicked, He Qiu's expression darkened: "Where is the person?!"

When He Qiu and Du Feifei turned around and ran to the entrance of the alley, they saw two yellow-haired youths punching and kicking the lame veteran on the ground.

Despite being attacked from all directions, the lame veteran still held tightly to the other yellow-haired ankle in his arms, refusing to let go.

He knew very well in his heart that as long as he held these people back for a second, the girl just now would be able to run a longer distance until she was out of danger.

Even if he had amputated a leg, he was still an out-and-out soldier of the Yan Kingdom!

As a soldier of the Yan Kingdom, if he sees the people in danger but does not take action, what kind of soldier is he? ?

Just as he was thinking, the lame veteran suddenly felt a gust of wind that stings his skin.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the toe of an oncoming kick constantly zooming in on his field of vision.

not good!

The lame veteran's expression changed, but before he had time to react, he felt that the entire bridge of his nose was severely broken by a heavy blow.

Immediately, the lame veteran grunted involuntarily, and two hot nosebleeds spurted out directly.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of He Qiu at the entrance of the alley suddenly blazed with anger: "Beast!"

The lame veteran had already lost part of his strength to resist, blood was continuously flowing from his mouth and nose, and soon soaked the collar in front of his neck.

Just when two yellow hairs kicked the lame veteran's shoulders, forcing him to let go of the ankles of his fallen comrades.

He Qiu's figure flashed, and he turned into an angry afterimage and rushed into the alley.

In an instant, He Qiu's sudden burst of speed raised a gust of wind on the spot, blowing Du Feifei's refreshing short hair into the air.

Before Du Feifei could react, He Qiu who was beside him had rushed to the lame veteran, raised his hand and slapped one of the yellow-haired youths on the face.

boom!
Accompanied by a muffled sound, the whole body of the yellow-haired young man who was drawn was directly sent flying by He Qiu, and hit heavily against the wall of the alley.

In the next second, the yellow-haired young man fell to the ground along the wall, one side of his cheek was swollen, and the corner of his mouth kept bleeding, and he passed out immediately.

The entire alley fell silent, whether it was the lame veteran who fell on the ground or the remaining two yellow-haired youths, they all froze on the spot.

Du Feifei, who was standing at the entrance of the alley, widened her beautiful eyes in shock, covered her mouth with her hands, and looked at the upright figure in the alley in disbelief.

After regaining consciousness, the other two yellow-haired youths looked at each other at the same time, and they both saw a look of panic in each other's eyes.

Immediately, one of the yellow hairs spat hard on the ground, and looked at He Qiu with a cold expression: "Damn it, where did you jump out from again!?"

Before he finished speaking, the yellow-haired young man took a step forward, and swiftly punched He Qiu's face.

Du Feifei exclaimed anxiously: "Be careful."

Snapped!
Before Du Feifei finished speaking, He Qiu shot again like lightning!
All the people present just felt a blur in front of their eyes.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the yellow-haired man who had sneaked up just now was slapped and flew away just like the first accomplice.

boom!
With a muffled sound, the second yellow-haired youth fell to the ground in the alley, unconscious.

Two slaps instantly solve two opponents.

He Qiu's superb strength directly shocked the rest of the people present!
Standing at the entrance of the alley, Du Feifei's eyes flashed a dazzling look.

This man is definitely a master!

From the perspective of skills, it should be in our army system, and I don't know which department it is?

I'll have to ask him when I get a chance!
At this moment, after He Qiu slapped the two yellow-haired youths away in a row, he felt that the anger in his chest just now had subsided a lot.

Then he turned his eyes coldly to the last remaining yellow hair present.

As soon as he saw He Qiu's cold gaze, the last yellow hair left trembled in fright, and his neck shrank subconsciously.

"Big, big brother, I, we don't know Mount Tai, you, you just forgive me."

He Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and shouted coldly: "Help those two people, and surrender yourself to the police!"

"Hey, hey, I'm going to call the police!" The last Huangmao nodded like a chicken pecking rice in a hurry.

He Qiu snorted coldly, then turned around to pull up the lame veteran on the ground.

But at this moment, a sinister coldness flashed in the eyes of the yellow-haired young man behind him, he took out a folding Swiss Army knife from his trouser pocket, and directly ejected the blade to stab He Qiu's back.

"Fuck you! I'm going all out!"

The limp veteran who fell to the ground immediately changed his face: "Be careful!"

Du Feifei at the entrance of the alley didn't say anything, and immediately raised his feet and rushed behind He Qiu. In the process, he had already stretched out his arms, ready to push away the figure in front of him.

But before everyone could react, Huang Mao who was holding the knife only felt a black shadow flash in front of his eyes, and there was a sharp pain in the wrist holding the knife.

Dang!

The Swiss Army Knife in Huang Mao's hand fell to the ground at his feet.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, He Qiu turned around like a phantom, directly dislocating the last yellow-haired wrist!

Lifting his arm violently, He Qiu's elbow raised a violent airflow, and slammed into Huangmao's face fiercely!
Feeling the oncoming stinging wind, the last yellow-haired youth subconsciously closed his eyes.

The hairs all over his body started to stand up, and he desperately accepted the next blow of anger.

But after a few seconds, the yellow-haired young man didn't feel the pain of breaking the bridge of his nose as he imagined, so he slowly opened his eyelids tentatively.

He Qiu pinched Huang Mao's dislocated wrist, and his elbow rested in front of the young Huang Mao's face, with a playful smile on his face.

Suddenly, the yellow-haired young man felt relieved, his tensed body slowly went limp, and a smelly yellow soup immediately soaked his crotch.

There was a pungent and unpleasant smell in the whole alley.

Du Feifei, who stopped her figure, lightly pinched her delicate nose and frowned slightly.

But the eyes looking at He Qiu have become more and more dazzling.

He Qiu threw the dislocated yellow hair to the ground, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the police number in person.

After finishing all this, He Qiu continued to turn around and help the lame veteran on the ground, not caring at all whether the yellow hair behind him was making small moves.

And the yellow-haired young man who fell to the ground with a dislocated wrist was already frightened out of his wits, and could no longer think of fighting back.

After the lame veteran was lifted up, he immediately raised his hand to salute He Qiu.

"Former Hongyue Reconnaissance Company of Southeast Military Region, sergeant platoon leader Ma Hua!"

"May I ask which part you belong to?"