Chapter 647 Fierce Killing

There is competition everywhere, the weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected. This is an eternal truth, but the method and degree of competition are different. The same is true in prisons. In order to establish his authority and status, Baldhead asked his subordinates to make loud gestures. , originally just wanted to beat him up, but he didn't expect that one of his men was beaten to death with one punch, and his subordinates were all restrained. If he didn't come out to protect his face, I'm afraid no one would be willing to hang out with him in the future. Thinking of the consequences, he beat him bald He shuddered, grew evil in his guts, screamed strangely, and rushed over, like a wounded hungry wolf.

Luo Zheng looked at the charging bald head coldly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his mind, why no one shot to stop the fight like this? Could it be intentional, just to see how he would handle this? Thinking of this, Luo Zheng's face erupted with a horrifying murderous aura. Instead of retreating, he rushed towards the bald head. He kicked his feet hard, and his body suddenly jumped up high. His knees fiercely pushed towards the bald head's chin. His whole body seemed like It's like a cannonball, powerful and heavy.

The bald head felt a huge mountain pressing down on him. He was horrified and quickly took a few steps back to avoid Luo Zheng's fatal blow. After Luo Zheng landed, he saw the bald head counterattack and hit his chin with an uppercut. He was extremely fierce, and his cold gaze erupted with a terrifying light, but he did have some strength.

Luo Zheng faintly heard the sonic boom of this punch, and knew that the power of the fist was terrifying and that he could not block it forcefully. He turned his head to avoid the opponent's uppercut, raised his foot, and kicked forward, like a rabbit kicking an eagle, and he was meticulous. What's more, it can emit huge explosive power in a very short distance. The point of this move is not to kill the enemy, but to widen the distance from the opponent and disrupt the opponent's center of gravity.

"Pfft!" Luo Zheng's feet swayed and his body fell down. Only then did he realize that there were shackles under his feet. The distance between the shackles was short and he could walk just fine. It was completely impossible to raise his leg and kick forward. The force of the leg he raised quickly was too great. Pulling the legs he was standing on, his center of gravity was unstable and he pulled himself to the ground.

When he jumped up high and attacked the bald head with his knees, his feet did not need to be far apart. As he started to fight, Luo Zheng forgot about the shackles under his feet. After falling to the ground, Luo Zheng was a little confused when he saw the bald head. Apparently he did not expect that he would actually go to the bald head. After falling to the ground, he took the opportunity to roll back violently, and got up. He looked down at the shackles, his face turned cold. If there were no shackles, Luo Zheng was confident that he could take off the bald head just now.

"Go to hell." The bald man reacted and saw that he had missed the opportunity. He roared angrily and rushed forward again. He kept hitting uppercuts with both hands. He was furious, his face was ashen, and he was full of momentum, causing the people around him to burst into cheers. Some people even kept beating the steel walls, making a thumping sound, and the scene was in chaos.

Seeing the gunman, Luo Zheng still didn't fire to stop him. He probably wanted to make a joke on himself, or he had ulterior motives, but no matter what it was, the top priority was to save his life. Only by staying alive could we be together. Luo Zheng roared angrily, his voice hoarse, but with an endless tone. With fighting spirit, he did not retreat but advanced, and rushed forward.

"Boom!" The two fists collided head-on, making a dull sound, like midnight thunder. It was shocking. The huge impact made the two of them take a few steps back. Luo Zheng felt the pain coming from his arms. , The phalanges of his fists were also in severe pain. I didn't expect that this guy was so powerful and was as strong as me. He was a good opponent. He cheered up and pounced again.

The two armies are fighting to the death. This is the concept of fighting and the thinking of soldiers. The powerful enemy makes Luo Zheng aware of the crisis. If the crisis is not eliminated, the only one who will die is himself. If he wants to fight, he will fight to the death. He couldn't help but roar a dull roar, as if a tiger was descending from the mountain.

The bald head also showed his ferocity, and rushed forward without showing any signs of weakness. His fists rained down on Luo Zheng, and Luo Zheng raised his arms to block a few times. He suddenly jumped with both feet and kicked forward, both feet together. If you kick, there will be no problem of shackles pulling. This has been planned for a long time and has great power.

"Ah!" The bald head was kicked hard in the abdomen, and he felt his breathing was stagnant. Qi and blood surged up, and a huge pain swept through his mind. He couldn't help but scream, and his body fell back.

Luo Zheng was so powerful that he rushed forward and stepped on the bald head's neck with one foot. The bald head struggled desperately and raised his head. Luo Zheng had an idea, slipped his foot, stepped on the side, and circled the bald head with his other foot. After walking around in a circle, the shackle chain under his feet instantly wrapped the bald man's neck tightly. Luo Zheng used force to separate his feet, and the shackles were stressed, wrapping the bald man's neck even tighter.

The strong pulling force caused the bald head's neck to stop breathing, and the blood surged. The brain was swelling and painful due to lack of oxygen, and his face turned red. He exerted force on his feet and rolled his body to get up. Luo Zheng punched the bald head twice, focusing on the bald head. The two legs that rebounded hit the bald head again and fell down, and the two feet pulled hard to both sides again.

The prisoners around him were shocked when they saw Luo Zheng's ferocity, especially the terrifying murderous intent in his cold eyes. They took a few steps back in fear. No one dared to move. His bald head was lying on the ground in the corridor, with a protective wall blocking it. , the hidden gunshots made me wonder what happened to the bald head, I only saw Luo Zheng looking ahead with a murderous look, and I couldn't help but become confused.

In this moment, the rescue of the bald head was delayed. The bald head was shackled by the iron chains at Luo Zheng's feet and he couldn't breathe. He passed out. His body shook a few times and stopped moving. Luo Zheng looked coldly at the unconscious man on the ground. With his bald head, he turned his head and glanced at the hidden position above. Unfortunately, it was blocked by the protective wall and could not see the hidden gunman.

"Since this is a crazy place, since the prison does not care about the life and death of prisoners, and since someone wants to kill you, then go crazy." Luo Zhengsen's cold eyes glanced around again, like a wild beast running wild, with horror in his red eyes. The man's fighting spirit frightened everyone.

"Die!" Luo Zheng grabbed the bald man on the ground and threw it toward the patio. The bald man's body, as strong as a calf, drew a parabola in the air and quickly fell down.

The prisoners booing around looked at this scene in horror. They all stopped hooting when they looked at Luo Zheng. The prison was completely silent, not even breathing loudly. Everyone was stunned by Luo Zheng's fierce fighting style. A 1.8-meter-slim young man actually beat a two-meter-tall man with a bald head as strong as a calf to death and let him go. This not only subverted everyone's understanding of combat effectiveness, but also shocked the police who were watching in the hideout.

It doesn't matter if one or two prisoners die, but it is different if they are beaten to death by Luo Zheng. The policemen all looked at the warden standing at the window, a middle-aged man in his fifties with a thick short hair on his lips. Xu, with a gloomy expression on his face, the warden's eyes flashed, uneasiness surged up, and he shouted: "End the break time."