What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

Feng heard footsteps that shouldn't be here—the heavy and light footsteps of an adult male.

"don't want--"

The moment the door was opened, something flew onto Feng's face, warm and sticky.

"Don't open the door...don't come over...Feng!"

"Musling!"

"So there's a little mouse hiding here," said the man with typical dumpling ears, which is proof of years of judo or jiu-jitsu practice, "ah, is this still a one-on-one match?...but it's okay, you guys go up together That's fine too."

The muscles in his upper arm bulged, and he was holding Muku, whose forehead was slowly dripping with blood—from this angle, Feng couldn't tell how seriously she had been injured.

She heard "headed up," so this is the serial killer?But why did he come here...why did he come to Naruto Mukuro? !

Her body moved faster than her thoughts, she rolled over just to avoid the man's fist, and thus left the door that could be defended, Feng simply kept the half-lying posture on the ground and kicked the chair in the living room——

As long as she blocked for a short time, she could run to Muku's side and hold the injured girl firmly behind her.

"How are you, Mull."

"I, I was only punched twice, Feng! You run! You have to inform Dad!"

"...It's too late," Feng kicked it out, just hitting the chair at the man's knees and he grabbed it, while in his other hand was the cut telephone line. "Listen, Muku, I'm here to delay him, you find the right time to run out and find reinforcements."

"There are two things, it's a surprise... I'm getting more and more excited!"

You can't judge the thoughts of a serial murderer with common sense, especially if you are such a happy criminal. Feng's heart beats fast, pounding in his chest, this is a real murderer!

Unlike children fighting, life-threatening alarms lit up in her mind like needles, and her pupils shrank like a beast hunting, taking everything around her into her brain.

"You think you can escape?"

When the man came over, he would pass a five-meter corridor, a bar counter, two chairs, and a vase that Aunt Ming Piao had just bought on the bar counter.

"Don't worry... I will have a 'fair' one-on-one fight with you, and in the battle, I will slowly torture you until there is nothing left!"

Muling behind her had gradually recovered from her dizziness, Feng pushed her lightly—"Run!"

At the same time, she bent her calf and jumped up!

The man ran over like a runaway car with the gas pedal pressed, and covered the short distance in one go, but!

Feng's inhuman jumping ability allowed her to jump onto the dining table in one step. In an instant, she had already stood taller than a man, and she would not let go of such an opportunity.

The situation was changing rapidly, and in less than half a second, the man had turned his head and was facing Feng who was condescending.

Maple Fish leaped out, actually making an offensive move!

Without thinking too much, the body naturally chose the most lethal move at the moment and the most likely to drag the opponent - the triangle twist.

Her feet crossed and tightened behind the opponent's head, and at the same time pulled his big arm, which was almost as thick as Feng's leg was locked, and she further compressed the man's arteries.

If this posture can be maintained... Head-to-head will faint or even die due to insufficient blood supply to the brain.

But there is still an essential difference in the size of Feng and the other party - even if the main artery is strangled, he can still stand up in a duel!He maintained the state of hanging maple on his body, and slammed into the bar in front of him!

Feng was bumped against the hard wooden bar by him again and again, and her back was almost broken, but she dared not relax her hands and feet at all, and the man's hard muscles even gave her the illusion that she hadn't strangled him.

But she can only tighten and tighten more... In jujitsu confrontation, once the locking and twisting techniques are formed, the next step is the collision of perseverance.

Whoever lets go first loses.

"Ha... ho ho ho," the man whose head was pressed by her waist actually laughed, "you can feel it too, right?"

"—the joy of fighting."

Feng widened his eyes and saw his blurred reflection on the window.

...she was laughing.

Feng suddenly restrained the expression on his face.

"Pain, near-death suffocation... blood loss and coldness, all of these will make us excited," he still slammed Maple against the wall, bar, and dining table over and over again... "Admit it, you like this feeling... Really, fighting !"

His voice was getting weaker and weaker, which made Feng confirm that his triangle twist was working.

She coughed up a mouthful of blood tinged with debris, something that might have ruptured on the impact, but she strangely felt nothing.

Even the pain gradually turned into a kind of numbness.

"It's so noisy," Feng suddenly let go of one hand, "Don't treat a normal person as a lunatic like you!"

She reached the vase and smashed it on the heads of the heads-up!

The blood smeared Feng's head and face, and the two were forced to separate, and they both stood up tremblingly.

Absolutely can't let the other party recover first——

Adhering to this belief, both Feng and Duel rushed forward.

There seemed to be excitement outside the door.

Feng had some tinnitus, but she still heard the familiar voice.

So loud...it seems to be only Mikey and the others...

The living room is already a bit horrible, there are bloodstains all over the place, some are from Feng, some are singled out, and some are from... Mu.

"Ming Piao Sang, are you okay? What happened?"

"...Murderer! Feng is fighting the murderer [head-to-head]!"

"What! Feng Jiang even singled out the murderer!"

"No! It's a serial murderer, [head-to-head]!"

While weeping uncontrollably, Muling tried to move away the obstacles blocking the door, and then she staggered down the stairs covered in blood.

At the bottom of the building, I met bad guys who seemed to have a good relationship with Feng.

A group of teenagers cheered and broke into Mulu's house, and the gap that was tried hard to move was suddenly squeezed into a big gap.

Then, the delinquents were shocked by the tragic blood in front of them, and Mikey, who was a little unscrupulous at first, also had a serious expression in an instant.

He ran in, followed by draken and the team captains.

"Maple sauce—"

At this moment, Feng was strangled by the single-handed man, she ran her fingernails across his forearm, and her eyes were even a little hazy.

The shackles around his neck were suddenly loosened, Feng immediately turned around and punched, and then he seemed to be in the same place as someone's attack.

Taking a deep breath, Feng regained his sight.

He also saw clearly the foot that was attacking at the same time as himself - it landed on the right temple of the duel, and the left temple was Feng's fist.

"Feng, are you alright!" Muling pushed aside the teenagers in front of her and ran to her side, supporting the crumbling Feng.

"It's okay, cough." Spitting out a cloud of dark blood, Feng tried to stand still, "Why are you here?"

"We heard that you are going to fight someone one-on-one, so we plan to watch the excitement."

The captain of the fourth team, Kawada Uchiho, also disappeared from his usual smile, and he clenched his fists.

"I didn't expect... to encounter a real [head-to-head]."

"What kind of heads-up?" Feng couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth, she looked straight at the face of the opposite head-on, "At this time... it's time to fight in a group of justice!"

"Did you hear that!" Draken was tall and burly, but gently set Feng and Mu aside, "[Hunter] has spoken!...Brothers, come on!"

"Oooo!"

"What kind of skill is bullying girls?" Mikey looked coldly at the blood-stained man in front of him, "do you want to run away at this time?"

"After all, he's a coward who only throws punches one-on-one... and targets underage girls," Feng turned his head, and a cold light flashed across his eyes, "Only you, dare to call it a fight? "

She thought of her senior brother who was also a battle madman. The senior brother was about the same size as a duel, but he would never participate in this kind of nasty and disgusting battle. seedling.

Every time he put Feng down, he was extremely gentle, and he didn't have the idea that "pain is the best teacher", but he would also do his best in every battle, and he was also enjoying the battle. The light in his eyes lit up. It's not the same as a murderer.

"The ambulance is coming soon, and I have already notified Dad," Muku cried out of breath, and Feng's silent appearance made her worry, "You must hold on, Feng..."

Muku kept wiping off the blood stains on Feng's face with a tissue until her snow-white skin was revealed again.

"I'm fine," Feng put it on Muling's hand lightly, "don't worry."

She remembered that the first fight was to protect Muling, and she learned to fight to protect more people... She no longer wanted to be a girl hiding in the sofa cavity, she wanted all the Yakuza No one dared to create a bloody crime in broad daylight.

Black things are supposed to squirm in the shadows, dare to show their tentacles, and don't blame someone waiting to cut off their limbs.

Feng was sent to his own hospital.

When she woke up, there was a blinding white in front of her eyes... no wonder.

The black special attack suit surrounded her, and a circle of bad guys stood beside her hospital bed.

Takashi Mitani, the most ingenious captain of the second division, is even peeling a rabbit apple.

Seeing her wake up, a group of delinquent teenagers were extremely excited, and the way they expressed their feelings was——

"You have worked hard!"

A collective ninety-degree bow, they yelled.

...It is unnecessary, as far as Feng knows, the people who lie down and accept everyone's bow are basically dead people.

After moving his fingers, Feng judged his own situation.

It was much better than expected, and there seemed to be no serious internal injuries. Sure enough, what I coughed up at that time was congestion. The dislocated arm was fixed, and there were no other complications.

"What are you arguing about? It's affecting other patients."

There was a cold voice at the door, and the female doctor knocked on the door frame dissatisfied with the medical records in her hand.

The moment he saw her, Feng held his breath.

The woman has a gentle and supple face, so white that it glows, her black hair is coiled up, and she has the sharpness and decisiveness of a professional woman.

She walked to Feng's hospital bed. Although the unscrupulous teenagers were quite critical of her attitude, she seemed to have a unique courage. The corner of her eyes was full of Ling Ran, and she walked to Feng's smoothly like Moses dividing the sea. before.

"look up."

Maple turned to the side.

"Snapped."

The medical records brushed against her hair and hit the wall, then slowly slid down.

"You!" The badness next to him was about to explode, but Feng raised his hand to suppress it.

"What's the matter... Mother."

When the two faces face each other, there is a sudden resemblance.