The strong man of national art in the United States

Chapter 85 Weird
Harry didn't retreat but advanced, striding forward to meet him quickly. At the same time, his right arm exerted strength, and infinite power was restrained in his fist, and he punched out straight.

This punch is simple, without any skill, only strength and speed.

A distance of several meters passed by, and in the horrified eyes of the gangster, Harry's attack was counterattacked, and the power poured out of his chest in an instant.

Click!

With an inaudible crisp sound, the bastard flew out at a faster speed than when he came, and hit the hard wall heavily, making a dull sound, and then fell to the ground.

After a successful blow, Harry didn't make any follow-up actions, but just stood there quietly.

Harry looked at the gangster who was lying on the ground in front of him with a complicated look on his face. From his eyes, many different emotions were intertwined, including anger, ridicule, contempt, and even the slightest bit of indifference. Visible guilt.

In that punch just now, Harry, who was irritated by the words, didn't control his strength very well, so that he exerted about [-]% of his [-]% strength, but even [-]% of his strength was still comparable to the boxing champion.

Harry clearly felt that the gangster's sternum had been completely shattered, and it was unknown whether he could survive.

Extraordinary against ordinary people, the gap between the two is hopeless.

Although the gangster's words are vulgar and despicable, it is disgusting.But Harry was fighting for the first time tonight, so he still couldn't bear to take someone's life like this.

However, just when Harry was at a loss for what to do, a strange laughter suddenly sounded out of thin air.

Harry quickly put away his scattered thoughts, looked for the source of the laughter, and finally focused his gaze on the bastard who was dying.

He raised his head desperately, fixed his blood-red eyes on Harry, and laughed wildly with blood dripping from his mouth, his body trembling slightly amidst the laughter.

What Harry saw was chilling all over his body, and he didn't even dare to meet his eyes.Because in those blood-colored eyes, madness and longing occupied the entire space.

Unfavorable teacher, could it be a psychopath, who is laughing so loudly even when he is almost dead?
At this moment, Harry didn't care about the bastard's verbal offense, but was a little annoyed.

After all, the other party may be a deranged patient who sneaked out of some mental hospital and ended up living here.

Alas, should we call an ambulance first, he is seriously injured, if we don't get help in time, I'm afraid we won't see the sun tomorrow.

I don't know if his condition is serious or not, maybe I can help to cure his mental illness completely.How should I put it, I am also the person in charge of the Osborne Medical Company now, isn't it easy to mobilize a little resources to help him?

bad luck!How come this kind of thing happened to me for the first time in the fight against crime? It's a bad year!
Just when Harry officially classified the gangster as a mentally ill patient and was planning how to rescue him, an accident happened.

The gangster who was lying on the ground like a dead body suddenly jumped up, leaped five meters away like lightning, and swung his death claws at Harry.

With the sound of howling wind, the gangster grabbed Harry's chest with his five fingers.

It's too late, but it's fast.Although Harry was still immersed in the thought of saving people, his body strengthened by the blood orchid potion suddenly raised his arms to block him like a conditioned reflex.

boom!
The gangster's attack failed and was intercepted halfway by Harry.Immediately afterwards, Harry unconsciously made a backhand grab, and firmly grasped the bastard's right arm.At the same time, Harry's other hand moved into the air like lightning, and then fell like a meteor!

"Ahhhh!!!"

The shrill screams exploded out of thin air, and it seemed particularly strange in this quiet and dark alley.

At this moment, the bastard's right arm gave up all struggles and fell into Harry's hands weakly.

If it is daytime, you can clearly see that two white bones pierced through the flesh and clothing, and a few traces of flesh and blood are displayed in front of people's eyes.

At this time, Harry also returned to reality from a sleepwalking state. Although it is not clear how the gangster managed to come back to life from the dying state, it did not affect his correct judgment.

Lift your feet and kick!
The simple move was completed in an instant, and the gangster's other hand was about to strike, but as if it had been bombarded, it flew up into the air again, and then hit the wall behind him heavily.

Before Harry gained this power, he had studied some fighting techniques in depth.After being strengthened by the blood orchid potion, Harry put a lot of energy into this aspect.

Now the first battle has begun to show results.

However, before Harry could raise any questions, the gangster who had suffered several rounds of heavy injuries actually stood up again.

The gangster looked at Harry with a dazed expression, and felt the heavy sword in his heart again.

"Despicable human, today I want you to die!"

With that said, the gangster once again launched a fearless attack.

Harry had no choice but to temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart, and focus all his attention on the bastard rushing over.

Looking at it, Harry was convinced of one thing, that the person in front of him might not even be as good as a gangster.

Don't look at him screaming so loudly, but in fact he has no rules at all, just rushing blindly and venting his anger.

This level of stuff, not to mention the current Harry, even before being strengthened by the blood orchid potion, can beat him to the ground.

die?Sure, but the dead one needs to be replaced.

With this in mind, Harry didn't stand still and wait, but instead stepped forward and took the initiative to get closer to the gangster.

The gangster's attack was very monotonous, and he just swung his paw at Harry who was right in front of him.

Although Harry couldn't see the reason behind it, just to be on the safe side, he still kept his center of gravity, leaned his upper body back slightly, and let the five claws of Howling pass across his forehead.

At this moment, Harry's hands swam up like spirit snakes. After grabbing the gangster's attacking arm one after another, he broke out with [-]% of his strength and twisted it forcefully. Then, amidst another round of screams, he was crippled. The gangster's other arm.

Perhaps the intense pain made the gangster unbearable, so he completely gave up his defense and opened his mouth to bite Harry's neck.

Harry felt a chill in his neck, and quickly turned sideways to let the gangster's Jedi counterattack fail.

Damn!

The bully's last disgusting attack sent Harry into a fit of rage.

Putting aside his sympathy for the mentally ill, Harry moved briskly and walked behind the gangster.Afterwards, he kicked the gangster's two thighs hard with two kicks.

click!click!
The two attacks that contained Harry's anger directly kicked the bastard's two femurs off.

Bang!
The gangster lost the support of his legs and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing the bastard who had lost the power to resist, Harry heaved a sigh of relief.

Obviously, he was dealing with an ordinary little gangster, how did he get this look?

However, before Harry could figure out the causal relationship, a burst of eerie and terrifying laughter enveloped him again.

"Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee!"

(End of this chapter)