clown game

Chapter 121 Unknown Mission 13
"1 minutes..."

Lin Fan muttered in his heart.

He knew that his body was almost overwhelmed.

Just like what Bai Xiong thought, if you can see, your body may not be able to keep up, so in order to avoid this from happening, Lin Fan's movements can't just dodge, more often, he needs to guide the opponent's movement. attack.

For example, the punch that went straight to the door just now, if Lin Fan dodges to one side, then immediately after, Bai Xiong will block his way with the other hand, and with one step, he will be able to force him in. desperate situation.

Therefore, Lin Fan had to bend his body first, and then retreat out of the opponent's attack range when the opponent raised his leg and attacked.But if you want to complete this action, you need to complete a huge folding of the waist and abdomen within half a second.

It's hard to do.

Fortunately, Lin Fan did it.He dodged the vicious punch.
At the same time, the two muscles in his lower back were stretched so hard that every inch he moved was like a knife cutting into the bone marrow.

Such an instantaneous switch position is very harmful to the body.In the minute just now, Lin Fan was doing this kind of movement almost every second.

He could no longer hold the pen with his wrist, and his steps became vain, and it was difficult to lift his right shoulder. His back waist, front abdomen, thigh, Achilles tendon, every muscle was crying and wailing.In order to avoid Bai Xiong's last five consecutive punches, he squeezed his body to the brink of collapse.

Fortunately, when the last sweep swept by, he used the strength of the opponent to cut open the blood vessels in his wrist... This wound forced the opponent to use the other hand to choke his wrist, because If once released, the blood vessel is withdrawn into the muscle, and it will be impossible to find it again.

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But at the same time as this wound was created, the huge recoil force also cracked the tiger's mouth of Lin Fan's right hand. At this point, his entire right arm was considered completely useless.

"There's still time!" He told himself again, and used strong willpower to suppress the dizzying pain all over his body. This almost self-hypnotic method could only last about 2 minutes.Once time passed, the pain of muscle tear alone was enough to make Lin Fan lose all his fighting power...

At this time, the two hands of the big man behind him were temporarily restrained, and he no longer had the ability to dismantle the car with his bare hands.And the guy in the purple suit in front of him doesn't seem to be scary, just be careful with his gun.

That said, there is still a chance.
At this point in his thoughts, Lin Fan has dragged his almost disabled body and rushed towards Chen Xiao. At the same time, he did not forget to look for the loopholes in the opponent's movements, the moments of shooting and the angles of avoidance in the "future vision".

"Why!!!"

Lin Fan roared, his eyes were bloodshot from the pain, he used this roar to make himself more excited, he stumbled, but his aura was fierce, like a wild dog on the verge of death, making people feel terrified!

Desperate people... that's what it looks like.

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300 kilometers to the west of K city, there is a small city. Due to its remote location, it has not received much attention. The agriculture is not good, and the industry is even less developed. The pace of life is as slow as a tractor that cannot be turned on. People have gone to other cities, and 70.00% of the people left are old people.This also led to the fact that there are more people in the old town than in the new town...

This road was a commercial street in the old city back then. The stone pavement full of pits and the tallest buildings on both sides were no more than seven or eight stories high, which made young people who are used to the metropolis scoff at this place. The old people in Huangtu like it very much.On the side street, there is a teahouse, usually some old and unscrupulous people always gather here to play cards, talk nonsense, and squander the rest of their lives...

At noon, a young woman walked into the noisy teahouse. Her hair was loose, with an awkward red hairpin on her forehead, and a few faint freckles on her face. With a different kind of charm, such a person will definitely stand out among a group of old men.But at this time, the old people around didn't seem to pay her too much attention, some didn't look up at all, some just glanced casually, and didn't cast too much gaze...

The woman squeezed through the aisle between the tea tables, and spilled an old man's tea cup during the process, and the scalding hot water splashed on the old man's hand, but the woman didn't care about the other party at all, and just hurried to the second floor of the teahouse, and the old man He didn't make any sound, just looked at the fallen tea bowl with some doubts, straightened it up, and started chatting with the people on the side again.
On the second floor of the teahouse, the woman came to an old door. On the door was a piece of paper with a corner off, with the words "supply room" written on it.

The woman took out a very ordinary key from her pocket and inserted it into the keyhole on the door.
There was a "click", the sound of the lock being unlocked, and the woman pulled the door open. Inside was a narrow and long corridor, which was a little dark, with no decorations on both sides. At the end of the corridor, a rectangular circle could be vaguely seen. Light, outlining the outline of another door.

This corridor is very strange, because according to the layout of the building, it is impossible to have a corridor here, and the length of this corridor has obviously exceeded the area that this building should have
The strange scene in front of her didn't make the woman express any unnecessary expressions, she just hurried in and closed the door behind her.

After a while, an old man who was nearly seventy years old wobbled up to the second floor. He opened the door of the spare room just now with a light tug, but at this moment, there were only some brooms and mops piled up behind the door. Just like cleaning tools.

The woman walked quickly to the lighted door and pushed it open.

A gust of wind blows,
Behind that door is not a building room, nor a road or a balcony... but...

In a meadow, the grass spreads to the distant stream. A few dozen steps away, there is an unnamed tree. Under the huge canopy, there is a metal desk that is completely incompatible with the current scenery. There were four people sitting, chatting, talking and laughing...

This was an extremely strange scene, whether it was the strangely growing tree or the iron table under the tree, they all looked nondescript, and the door behind the woman was not attached to anything, standing alone in the middle of the grass.

She held down her hair blown by the wind, looking a little annoyed... Then she walked towards the four people.

"Go back!" she said inexplicably.

But those four people were still talking and laughing, as if they didn't see her at all.

The woman frowned, suddenly thought of something, angrily pulled off the weird hairpin, and fell down on the table with a "slap".

"Go back!" she yelled again.

At this time, the four people around the table looked at her fiercely, and stared in horror. The next second, the whole environment flickered unnaturally. The grass, stream, and trees disappeared in an instant, replaced by an unnatural big office.

This time, the desk surrounded by four people was in harmony with the surroundings.

"That...Sister Mujin...we just want to let the wind out..." Among the four of them, a young man wearing a baseball cap said cautiously, swallowing unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)